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Chapter 303 110, Ring of Greed

"Look at this vain country, where there is nothing but deceptive luxury, it is really disgusting."

The Doom Slayer's heavy steel boots trampled on the plain covered with gold coins, crushing the soft and bright precious metals.

Here, the ghost of greed is stripped of its hypocritical mask, and mountains of gold stretch out towards the rainbow treasury dome inlaid with gems.

The ground was littered with glittering gold bricks and diamonds. Many poor souls, blinded by greed, were groping among the piles of shining coins, trying to take away treasures that were impossible to take away.

In the process, their pale faces were distorted by greed, until the mountains of gold coins collapsed, they cried and started all over again.

At every corner and intersection of the Ring of Greed stands gilded statues, some of beautiful Slaanesh himself, others of demons and mortals in blissful ecstasy.

The diamonds beneath their feet reveal that these statues were once flesh and blood, and those who try to take the gold coins for themselves will be cursed forever.

Join those poor misers, or become a living statue.

The coalition forces of the Empire and the Eldar are now located at the outermost edge of Slaanesh's six-ring domain - the Ring of Greed.

The invasion process went as smoothly as expected. It would be more accurate to say that the God of Joy took the initiative to invite them rather than invading them.

While the other Chaos Gods rarely welcome intruders into their realms of Chaos, Slaanesh delights in luring mortals into his unholy and perverse realms.

Once mortals have tasted the pleasures of the realm of Slaanesh, they become insatiable, and only retain the pleasure that indulgence can bring.

The centre of Slaanesh's domain is divided into six realms, arranged in concentric circles around Slaanesh's Temple of Pleasure.

Each ring is a microcosm of one of the strongest desires. They are not only the planes that Slaanesh favors, but also the strongest barriers. Intruders can only reach the Palace of Pleasure in the central area after passing through six rings.

The reflection of each gem is enough to capture the heart, and countless mortals are addicted to it.

But all this was nothing to the well-prepared Imperial Expeditionary Force.

"The blood of sin flows through the cracks of every gold coin, and the cry of the soul resounds in the light reflected by every gem. You desire treasures in pursuit of vain comparisons. Now that you have it, destruction is just around the corner."

While Dukor was still searching for a way to break into Slaanesh's palace outside his domain, Dum, the supreme commander of the expeditionary force, issued a declaration of destruction on behalf of the Warmaster.

As his words fell, thousands of missiles and fish rained down like a world-destroying meteor shower.

Continuous explosions rang out, and the turbid smoke obscured the brilliance of the jewels. In the red flames, exquisite gems exploded one after another, and the mountains and plains piled with gold melted into fiery red rivers.

The misers who were still trying to take these treasures for themselves watched all this happening with their cloudy eyes. They kept blinking, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before them.

It was not until the human army appeared in their sight, shouting the names of the Emperor and the Warmaster, that these misers understood the reason for the drastic changes in the world.

"Mine! All mine!" The first reaction of the greedy misers when they saw their fellow misers was not joy, but anger. They had been bewitched by the treasures in front of them and believed that everyone who appeared in front of them wanted to steal their wealth.

So these poor creatures who were bewitched by Slaanesh became the first enemies encountered by the human army.

From the outside, these misers were thin, with sallow skin and dull eyes. Not to mention compared with the mighty army of the empire, even the civilians of the empire could easily knock them to the ground.

But when they rushed towards the imperial army, the greed in their hearts made them burst out with incredible power.

In this spiritual realm, obsession with wealth can also be a formidable weapon.

They rushed from all directions, and finally gathered into a huge torrent. Their desire for gold even overwhelmed their awe. Even when facing the armored soldiers, they did not retreat at all.

And behind these misers come the lustful demons who live in a cycle of greed.

Succubi are the most common group in the realm of Slaanesh. According to legend, they were created from the fragments of Slaanesh.

They feed on emotions, perceptions, and souls. If they go without food for a long time, the succubus will slowly dissipate until it is completely annihilated.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that they are distributed throughout the Six Rings area. Those mortals who are lost in the desires of the Six Rings are their best food.

Succubi are the most numerous lesser demons under the Lord of Pleasure, and those among them that are favored by Slaanesh become seducers and heartseekers.

The most favored of these are called 'Heralds'.

War Heralds are Slaanesh's favorite maids, concubines, and bed toys. They are the most agile and deadly of all the succubi.

They have long and proud legs, silky smooth skin, perfect hair, and sexy crab claws. They are dressed in flowing gauze and exquisite armor that only protects three o'clock.

Countless followers of Slaanesh poured in from all over the Ring of Greed, and Doom and others prepared for battle at the same time.

High in the sky, those buzzing warships constantly fired torpedoes or laser beams.

"For the fate of our race." At the same time, the great prophet of the Eldar, Edrad, let out a low roar, and inserted the spiritual staff in his hand into the ground full of gold. The terrifying primordial power gathered in his body, radiating energy tides like an ocean.

Endless fire and thunder gathered in his hands, and the space in the greedy realm showed signs of distortion.

With his angry roar, thunder and fire swept everything, killing thousands of misers and succubi nearby.

The raging storm accumulated into a huge tornado, and jewels and gold sand were swept into the wind and poured down from the sky like a golden rain.

The powerful performance of the Great Prophet boosted the morale of the Eldar warriors. They shouted battle cries and fought side by side with the Imperial army.

In order to seize the Crone's Sword, the Eldar almost gambled the future of their race in this battle.

They had no choice but to do so. If they did not obtain the last Crone Sword, the future fate of the Eldar would be a slow death at the cruel manipulation of Slaanesh, unless they became vassals of the Human Empire like the Orcs.

But this war was not as optimistic as the Eldar had imagined.

Only after actually fighting with those seemingly decadent misers and succubus did the Eldar warriors realize with horror that in the realm of Chaos Power, the laws of physics had been greatly weakened, and they could not exert their original strength at all.

However, the followers of Slaanesh can gain blessings in the six-ring field, becoming more agile and more powerful.

During the battle, the Eldar warriors looked at the Imperial legions with awe.

Only then did they realize what a great feat this human legion's expedition to the realm of Nurgle was.

At this moment, they couldn't even imagine how the human army had snatched the goddess of life, Aisha, away from such a powerful enemy.

High-temperature and sharp lasers swept across the sky above the Ring of Greed. The scorching rays cut through the gold everywhere, and thousands of parallel lasers cut through the enemy's body at a high frequency.

The followers of Slaanesh advanced under the firepower of the Empire, and when they were hit by lasers, they would scream in pleasure or pain.

The Slaanesh vanguard held a jewel-encrusted scimitar and had long goat-hoofed legs, which were barely visible under the translucent veil.

There was a hungry desire on her face, and a sick smile on her pink skin, as smooth as fine silk.

The smile was extremely charming. She licked her crab claws with her thick, long tongue covered with barbs.

The Slaanesh army leader exhaled lazily, and a loud whistle instantly erupted from between the crab claws. The sound echoed throughout the Ring of Greed, and it sounded extremely harsh.

Along with the shrill whistle, shadows appeared one after another on the ground where the golden river flowed.

These figures opened their palms, wanting to hold all the gold in front of them.

Their palms dug into the golden sand on the ground, and greedy smiles formed layer upon layer of wrinkles on their faces.

These souls that emerged were all victims who were once lost in the cycle of greed.

Their souls are imprisoned here forever, their hearts twisted by greed, and they can only watch others take away the gold in front of them day and night.

Long-standing hatred has completely clouded their minds, and now these souls have become loyal servants of Slaanesh.

They always ask for something but never get it, and can never be satisfied.

"It's hard to refuse the kindness of such a magnificent man, my dear, hahaha."

Amidst the wanton laughter, the Rejected Disara rolled up her snake tail, and the gems on her beautiful scales collided with each other, producing a pleasant symphony.

A long time ago, Disara was just an ordinary high Eldar. After joining Slaanesh, her skin became whiter, her eyes became brighter, and she also had several more arms and a beautiful snake tail.

Soon after she came of age, her parents sacrificed Desara to a demon prince in exchange for his protection, fearing that Slaanesh would take their souls.

The demon prince agreed to the deal, but he did not eat the soul of the sacrifice. Instead, he became playful and took the girl back to his secret room.

During the Demon Prince's long-term play, Disara was corrupted and became a Slaanesh champion warrior, gaining the blessing of Slaanesh and possessing power far beyond that of mortals.

When things developed to this point, Di Sara not only did not seek revenge on the Demon Prince, but instead complained that the other party could not satisfy her.

She thought that the Demon Prince's tricks were too poor and could not bring her a good sensory experience, so she chose to leave him.

The demon prince, his pride wounded, ran to Slaanesh's palace and accused Disara of infidelity.

Slaanesh was furious when he heard this. He first denounced the demon prince for being shameful and unable to satisfy his own followers. He also despised Disara's disloyalty and made a contract for the master and servant - if Disara voluntarily returned to the demon prince one day, the demon prince could do whatever he wanted to her; if she was unwilling to return to him and he was not dead yet, then Disara would never be able to ascend to a demon.

Ascending to the level of a demon is the ultimate pursuit of the evil god's followers, and Slaanesh thought that Disara would surrender.

Unexpectedly, Di Sara would rather never become a demon than return to the demon prince who could not satisfy her.

It is for this reason that Disara led the Slaanesh warband called "The Sadists" and entrenched in the outermost area of ​​the six-ring area, unwilling to set foot any deeper.

Today, she is actively researching how to extract various medicines from the souls of living people, including an elixir of immortality that can make mortals addicted with just one drop.

She believed that only this kind of legendary thing could satisfy her insatiable heart.

When the imperial army broke in, Disara was conducting her own experiments. Faced with these criminals who suddenly broke into the Ring of Greed and interrupted her experiments, she was not angry but surprised.

These strong, golden men ignited the fire in her heart. She wanted to enslave them and make them tools for her own satisfaction.

Disara's snake body snaked forward. She was incredibly fast, like a flash of pink lightning, and had infinite strength. The jewel-encrusted scimitar in her hand made it difficult for a Primaris Space Marine to resist with just one swing.

The Primaris Space Marine's body was knocked flying and his power armor was shattered.

"Hurry up, little guys, knock them down like this and send them all to my bedroom. I say, all of them!" Di Sara screamed greedily, her voice soft and melodious, like an itchy song.

But everyone knew that her bedroom must be a terrifying place.

Disara was so fast that many soldiers couldn't even see her figure before being knocked to the ground.

In the Ring of Greed, she could feel infinite primordial power continuously pouring into her body from the realm.

This also gave her full confidence.

He swung the scimitars continuously, and a team of seven Destroyers fell to the ground with almost no resistance.

However, just when Disara was about to abuse him.

A huge black shadow enveloped her and fell to the ground with a bang accompanied by advancing flames.

An Emperor-class Titan with a mental meditation chamber on its back descended on the battlefield.

The Emperor's Titans are the culmination of human skill and knowledge, forged in the flames of war over countless eons.

After Dukel lifted the taboo on Mars, the Titan Order scholars who followed him once again upgraded these divine machines, endowed them with more powerful cores and weapons, and even equipped them with anti-gravity engines that could sustain their own flight.

The transformed divine machine stands like a proud monument, praising war and destruction.

Over a hundred meters tall, like a giant in armor, his feet are the most solid fortress, enough to accommodate an entire combat company and its auxiliary personnel.

A slender golden-red battle flag unfolded on the Titan's arms, and a golden eagle spread its wings. The will of the empire declared destruction to the enemy through this behemoth.

The moment the Emperor Titan landed, it directly attacked Disara.

"On behalf of the Supreme War Marshal of the Empire, the Arthur family greets you, heretic!" The Titan's driver roared, his consciousness linked to the Titan through the nerves.

At this moment, he is the god of war of mankind.

(End of this chapter)