Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 932 Slaanesh's Killing of Wang Ming

Countless swords made of golden flames kept piercing into Slaanesh's body. Those weapons made of golden flames kept piercing into the body of the Chaos Evil God, constantly consuming his essence and making him weaker and weaker. However, in this process, the Chaos Evil God did not make any screams anymore. Instead, he made a very pleasant sound. It was an extremely pleasant sound, just like a lady who was invited to dance by the man she liked. The sound was very distorted, and it was mixed with some unsightly movements, as if Slaanesh was enjoying Wang Ming's attacks on him very much, as if those attacks that consumed his essence were some kind of reward for him.

He kept shouting with joy, and his figure kept rushing towards Wang Ming, under the attacks of weapons transformed from golden flames. When Wang Ming saw this thing that he had pierced into a hedgehog running towards him, he immediately distanced himself from it. However, just when Wang Ming was distancing himself from this guy, in a trance, Wang Ming's figure suddenly appeared at the place where he was before.

When Wang Ming found that he appeared at his previous position, he felt a fluctuation in space. The Chaos Evil God had a grasp of his oracle. Previously, Nurgle's domain was burned too quickly by Wang Ming, and Nurgle did not show the power of mastering the domain. But now, facing Slaanesh who was fighting against him with all his strength, this guy has shown the power of mastering his own domain.

And just when Wang Ming's figure returned to his previous position, Slaanesh's sharp claws suddenly grabbed Wang Ming's head, instantly tearing Wang Ming's head from his body, and at the same time tearing his subspace essence. After Slaanesh tore apart Wang Ming's subspace essence, He did not stop. He did not give Wang Ming any chance to resurrect. His claws and power kept flying in His hands, constantly tearing Wang Ming's constantly recovering body into pieces, giving Wang Ming no chance to react.

The golden blood of the gods was splashed on the land of Slaanesh, and a golden sea of ​​fire was burning. The golden sea of ​​fire continued to burn the oracle of Slaanesh, but the master of this divine domain turned a blind eye to the sea of ​​fire and turned a deaf ear to it, as if the only thing in the eyes of the master of this divine domain was the human-shaped object in front of him that was constantly being torn apart by him.

The Chaos Evil God kept tearing apart Wang Ming's body which was made up of essence, and Wang Ming's body was constantly recovering in the tearing. However, because the speed of the tearing was too fast, Wang Ming now had no way to make any movements at all. He would be killed as soon as he was resurrected. There was no possibility of moving at all. Although he felt the pain of his essence being torn apart, Wang Ming actually did not feel too much discomfort.

The pain he felt in his hundred years was simply too much. No matter whether it was death or any other kind of pain, it was actually of no use to him. Even if his essence was torn apart, this kind of pain acting on his soul was no big deal to him. Although that pain was not a fleeting momentary pain, but a long and extreme pain that seemed to split the whole person into several pieces, Wang Ming was actually accustomed to this pain.

In the past few hundred years, he has experienced both death in the real universe and the tearing of the soul in the subspace. It is impossible for him to react to these pains. He is now very calm. He ignores the pain of his essence being torn apart and begins to analyze what he should do next. As for why Wang Ming did not seek the help of the emperor, it is because there is no need for it.

Before, when Wang Ming’s essence was torn apart, the Emperor’s voice appeared in his mind for a while, asking him if he needed His help, but Wang Ming directly rejected the Emperor’s help. After all, what Wang Ming needed was not the Emperor’s help to quickly resolve this Chaos God, but he needed to treat Slaanesh as his training object and experience the war between the Chaos Gods. If the Emperor helped him every time, then it would be a very troublesome thing to continue to suppress those Chaos Gods in the long time to come. It was impossible for the Emperor to help him every time.

While Wang Ming was thinking calmly, Slaanesh was still tearing his body apart. Piece by piece, the flesh and blood of the human god kept falling from the sky in the chaotic divine domain. When the golden flesh and blood fell from the sky, it was like a golden rain. It fell on the divine domain of the Chaos Evil God. The moment it hit the ground, it turned into pieces of golden sea of ​​fire. The sea of ​​fire burned and boiled, constantly burning the divine domain of the Chaos Evil God. The divine domain of the Chaos Evil God was like the best fuel for the flames.

As the golden sea of ​​fire boiled, the entire Chaos Divine Realm seemed to be shrouded in golden light, and under the illumination of that golden light, the demons that were originally in the Chaos Divine Realm, constantly fighting with the remaining traversers, were also killed by those golden flames and those golden lights. Now there were no enemies in front of the traversers, and they could only sit there and stare at the battlefield in the sky, watching the battle between the two Chaos Evil Gods, and guessing how long it would take their boss to resolve this battle.

Looking at the golden flesh and blood falling from the sky, they were not worried at all that there would be any problems with their boss. After all, they knew this group of people who had traveled through so many characteristics very well. They were immortal, and even the power of the Chaos Gods could not destroy their souls. As long as their souls were immortal, their bodies would continue to be reborn in the real universe.

"Want some popcorn?"

While the traversers were watching the battle between the two gods in the sky, some of them took out the food they had brought with them. This was the food they had prepared on the ship before coming to the subspace. They had already prepared to watch the battle between the gods in the subspace, so they must have prepared snacks and drinks.

"No buddy, are you sure that this thing in your hand is popcorn? Is this thing edible?"

Next to the traveler who was about to share his food with other travelers, a traveler was looking at the popcorn in the traveler's hand. He stared at the pile of twisted flesh and blood that were constantly twisting in the metal aluminum can. It was an extremely pale color, like some kind of white weird meat product. However, it can be seen from the shape of this thing that this was originally a can of popcorn, but now under the pollution of the subspace, this thing has become a pile of twisted flesh and blood.

"Oh my, how could this happen? I finally brought all that food in, but I didn't expect... Never mind, I'll give it a try. Anyway, the taste shouldn't be..."

After hearing what his companion said, the traverser looked at the thing in his hand. He looked at the jar of twisted flesh and blood, then complained, pinched his nose, picked up a piece from the jar, and stuffed it directly into his mouth to chew. Seeing his companion pick up a piece of twisted flesh and blood from the metal jar and stuff it into his mouth to chew, the traverser beside him did not show any surprised expression, or any psychological changes. He just looked at his companion with curiosity and asked him what it tasted like. For the traversers, it is not a big problem for them to do anything outrageous now. In the past few hundred years, they have done too many outrageous things, which are too numerous to count. It is too common to eat some things that have been taken away by the subspace. You know, when fighting with that group of demons, the second regiment was on the battlefield, chasing the demons and chewing.

"Well... it's pretty disgusting, to be honest, it's like a piece of rotten meat, and it rotted for who knows how long and then a lot of flies grew and then..."

When the time traveler heard his companion asking what the thing in his hand tasted like, he chewed it for a while, spit out the food in his mouth, and then described the taste to his companion.

"Is it that bad? This thing is contaminated by Nurgle, I'm dead..., it's not bad."

The traverser was obviously a little curious about his companion's description of the taste of that thing, and then he also picked up a piece of twisted flesh from the jar. He was also curious about what those things twisted into flesh by the subspace tasted like. When he put the piece of flesh in his mouth and chewed it, he suddenly felt an extremely delicious taste on the tip of his tongue. It was an indescribable taste, just like mixing all the delicacies in the galaxy together, selecting the most representative flavor, and then combining all their advantages together.

"Dude, I don't think it's this thing that's okay, but the problem is that you've been influenced by the concept of the Chaos God."

The time traveler looked at his companion who was chewing the popcorn that had turned into flesh and blood. He listened to his companion's evaluation of the popcorn, patted his shoulder speechlessly, and then pointed to the sky. There were purple lights that appeared at some point in the sky. Those purple lights were a kind of embodiment of the concept of Slaanesh. Under the influence of the power of his embodiment of the concept, those time travelers who had retreated to their subspace types, with their human bodies, would definitely be affected by the pollution of the subspace. However, these subspace pollutions were not a big problem for the time travelers.

Anyway, no matter how polluted these subspace pollutions are, the flesh can never pollute their souls. At most, it can only cause some changes in the physiological state of their human bodies, such as tasting some flavors on the tip of the tongue and feeling some joyful emotions.

"Boss, how long will the fight take? Didn't we burn Nurgle's domain with one sword last time? Why is it taking so long this time?"

The time traveler who felt like flesh and blood popcorn spat out the piece of flesh and blood popcorn in his mouth, then looked at the war of gods in the sky and said to his companions around him that he didn't understand why his boss would fight with Slaanesh for so long. After all, in the previous battle to destroy the oracle, Wang Ming only used one sword to destroy the realm of Nurgle, but in this battle, Wang Ming fought with Slaanesh for so long.

"He must have used Slaanesh as a training target to gain some experience. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why he was able to fight for so long."

Just when the two time travelers were wondering why Wang Ming had been fighting for so long, Hu Jin suddenly walked up to them, and then, looking at the battle between the two Chaos gods in the sky, he expressed his guess that he had been thinking about for a long time. After all, Wang Ming had been fighting with Slaanesh for too long, and the difference between this and the first time he destroyed the Nurgle domain was too great. If it wasn't for practicing, then there was no good reason to explain why they had been fighting for so long. Moreover, Hu Jin also discovered that in this battle, Wang Ming never used the same power to destroy the Slaanesh domain as he had used to destroy that domain before. At most, it was just the power of a god like him, and the Emperor did not intervene in this battle.

While the time travelers on the ground were watching the war of gods in the sky, Wang Ming, who had been killed by Slaanesh countless times, finally began to fight back. Although Slaanesh used his extremely fast attack methods to prevent Wang Ming from resurrecting and counterattacking, it was impossible for Wang Ming to be toyed with by Slaanesh like a lamb to be slaughtered.

As a space god, Wang Ming could not be without the ability to fight back. Just after Slaanesh had torn apart Wang Ming's essence for who knows how many times, golden rays of light suddenly appeared from Wang Ming's body, and then those golden rays of light instantly solidified into a large number of golden swords. The moment those swords appeared, they directly pierced into Slaanesh's body. After those swords pierced into the body of the Chaos Evil God, they quickly exploded, and then turned into golden flames, which began to burn the essence of the Chaos Evil God.

"Have you killed enough? Now it's my turn to kill you. I'm curious, how many times can your essence withstand being shattered?"

And just as those golden flames were burning the essence of Slaanesh, Wang Ming's figure appeared in front of Slaanesh. He was not in the form of a golden giant as before, but in the form of a mortal before Wang Ming became the Primarch.