Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 304: 111, Taotie Ring and Wandering Ring
"Charge, for the Emperor, for the Warmaster!" Doom shouted loudly, and then communicated with the Eldar Prophet remotely.

"Have you sensed where that object is? I once followed my father deep into the realm of the Plague God. That time, we couldn't find the way and wandered around the core of the Plague Garden for months. It was not until Mortarion brought the Regent into the center of the garden and the golden sun rose in the garden that we were able to glimpse the path leading to the depths of the garden."

"Now my father is blocked outside the Six Rings. We alone do not have the ability to wander around the Evil God's Kingdom for months. If we cannot find the location of the 'Sword' as soon as possible, we will be drowned by endless demons here."

"Just as planned, we have sensed the location of the 'Sword'." While responding to Doom's communication, Edrad smashed the head of a miser with his scepter.
"The sword is in the palace of Slaanesh at the core of the realm."

The Imperial army and their Eldar allies worked together to slowly push forward the offensive of the followers of Slaanesh.

Not far from Doom, a cloaked harlequin dancer wielded the Eldar's Destroyer Blade, like an elf leaping with lightning.

She and a Primaris Space Marine shared cover for each other.

One is a warrior who has undergone surgical modification and is wearing heavy armor.

One is a clown who has honed his body and soul through the path of a dancer.

The two looked so different, with completely opposite fighting styles, vastly different speeds, one male and one female, one white and one grey.

But in this brutality and bloodshed, there is a strange harmony between them, which can be described as a perfect combination of strength and speed.

Although they had never practiced cooperation, their coordination in battle was natural.

The Space Marine's chainsword completed a swing, and blood rained all around. Just as he put away the sword, the Harlequin Dancer's spearhead filled the gap just right, splitting the body of the demon who wanted to escape.

A succubus tried to attack the Harlequin Dancer from behind, but at that moment, the Space Marine rolled over like an armored vehicle. He didn't even need weapons, and just one collision killed the succubus on the spot.

Their cooperation is perfect.

When Doom saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

As an ally, the Eldar are indeed a better choice for the Empire.

Both the battle rhythm and the body size complement each other well with human fighters.

Most importantly, their goddess of life is still in the hands of the empire.

But even so, aliens are aliens. I just hope that the Eldar can always stay sober and not get carried away and become enemies of humans.

Doom suppressed the thoughts in his mind and encouraged the coalition forces to keep moving forward through the communication channel.

Just at this moment, a loud roar attracted the attention of the Doom Commander.

Doom looked into the distance and saw the huge body of an Emperor Titan fall to the ground with a loud bang.

The mechanical body, which was over a hundred meters long, collapsed like a mountain on the golden plain, and the loud noise was caused by this.

The driver's angry roar sounded, and the Titan's six-barreled revolver cannon continued to pour out firepower, trying to take away the Slaanesh champion in front of it.

But in this circle of greed, the power of the rejected one, Disara, expanded infinitely. The divine machine that was enough to trample her into meat paste in the material realm was nothing more than that in her eyes at this moment.

Disara destroyed this divine machine with almost no effort.

The Emperor Titan was overturned to the ground, and the energy supply pipelines in its legs were cut by the gem-inlaid scimitars, and a large amount of engine oil spurted out like blood in the arteries.

The disconnected circuit also emitted violently jumping sparks.

What's even more terrifying is that crab-claw-like growths began to grow on the body of this fallen Emperor-class Titan.

The pink mist wrapped around the body of the God Machine like a veil. The huge war machine let out a low roar, but the laughter of the Slaanesh demon came from its engine.

The followers of Slaanesh are performing makeshift rituals in an attempt to corrupt the Imperium's holy warriors.

Seeing this scene, anger burned in Doom's eyes. An adamantium chainsaw sword popped out of his arm armor, and he ran over with a double-barreled shotgun in hand.

After being upgraded again, the Slayer's body and will are strong enough to fight against any twisted monster.

"Dear warrior, why do you have to suppress the desire in your heart?" Disara also saw Doom coming. She licked her lips with her long tongue with barbs. The strange thing was that this seemingly ugly action had a strange charm.
"This is the paradise that everyone dreams of. It has all the bliss in the world. You just need to let go of your shyness and enjoy everything."

"This includes me. As long as you can satisfy me, I will let you do whatever you want." There was a seductive charm hidden in Di Sara's low and hoarse voice.

The Slaanesh champion spread open her six arms, revealing skin as smooth as the finest silk and a curvy snake body, exuding an aphrodisiac fragrance.

But she soon discovered that the soldier in front of her had no understanding of romance at all.

Not only did Doom not feel any itchy emotions, he even felt like vomiting. His face hidden under the helmet couldn't help but reveal an expression of disgust.

In such an emotion, he put away the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

After seeing this scene, Di Sara's eyes lit up slightly, with a charming light in her eyes - she naturally thought that the warrior put away his weapon because he listened to her good advice.

This was natural. She couldn't help but glance at her perfect body. Which soul in the universe could resist the charm of this body?

Just by looking at the strong arms and chest of the Slayer, Disara couldn't help but feel a surge of passion in her heart. This strong man would definitely bring her incomparable happiness. If she could be torn to pieces by him in madness, it would definitely be the greatest happiness in the universe.

Just as her thoughts were glancing towards an indescribable scene, she saw Doom the Slayer suddenly take out a sword from behind him.

The sword was like a raging fire, with a red glow all over the sword.

Countless runes of destruction lit up on the sword. Just one look at it made Disara feel indescribable fear in her heart.

Her instinct urged her to escape from here immediately.

She did the same thing, but when her snake tail just swung, she suddenly found that the charging soldier disappeared in an instant.

No, it wasn't that he disappeared. Rather, after picking up the sword, the warrior's speed suddenly increased to a point that she couldn't tell.

The next moment,
"Fuck-"

Like the sound of hot oil cutting through cheese, Disara suddenly felt dizzy. Before she could even figure out what was happening, she saw a perfect, headless corpse with a human body and a snake tail standing in front of her.

That was exactly herself.

After realizing this, Di Sara screamed in horror.

"Scum." The Doom Slayer's giant iron foot stepped on her head. Facing the filthy demon, Doom didn't even have the mood to say a word.

The Sword of Judgment in his hand pierced into Disara's head, going in from the top of her head without any hindrance.

When the burning blade touched the demon's brain, there was a sizzling sound, and Disara let out the most painful scream of her life.

The runes of destruction on the sword lit up one by one, and the scream of pain lasted only for a moment before being sucked into the Sword of Judgment.

The demon's soul is eternally incorporated into the sword, becoming the energy source that charges the blade.

Doom took back the Sword of Judgment, and the imperial warriors who were still fighting around him now looked at him with awe.

The Chosen Champion, who was invincible even to the several Primaris Space Marines in the Ring of Greed, was killed so easily.

Even some of the Doom Soldier cast envious glances at their brothers.

This sword is truly as the War Marshal said, invincible.

Unfortunately, the production of the Second Legion's Sword of Judgment is not high nowadays. Currently, only the Second Legion champions who have made great contributions to the empire can use it.

In the sky, densely packed warships were still pouring out beams of destruction, and flames were burning fiercely in this golden land.

The battle had only just begun for an hour, but the two sides had already entered a fierce battle. Everyone was fighting hard, with the ultimate goal of destroying the other side.

Not far away, a Rust tank exploded, and a shower of broken limbs and metal fragments poured onto the battlefield. Amid the sound of gunfire and artillery fire, the voice of the Slaanesh demon was filled with a strong sense of unwillingness.

They couldn't believe that they were unable to stop the coalition forces in this territory that belonged to them.

The evil god's domain is infinitely vast to a certain extent. Each ring of the six-ring domain can be regarded as an independent dimension.

If they cannot find the path, the coalition forces will never be able to enter the depths of the realm in their lifetime.

However, the Eldar Prophet of the Death Army, with the help of the connection between the Crone Swords, quickly located the position of the last sword.

They used the last old woman's sword as a beacon and followed the guidance to enter the next ring of the six-ring field - the Taotie Ring.

Beyond the narrow strip of trillions of golden teeth is a vast crimson lake of wine.

The lake is dotted with pale islands formed by the backs of giants, each of which is linked together by a network of bridges.

Each giant's hands supported the table, groaning under the weight of the luxurious banquet.

Every island is dotted with gluttons devouring the feast, their eyes wide open, and no matter how much food they have eaten, they are still hungry.

On the coastline, you can even see them trying to swallow the giant lake.

The gluttons stuffed more and more delicacies and fine wine into their greasy mouths. The swollen and obese people groaned in pain, but they could never fill the gluttonous emptiness in their stomachs.

Here, the only relief is death, devouring so much, so fast, that they follow the same horrible fate as their bodies explode.

Looking at these fat and greasy things, the imperial soldiers suppressed their nausea and used artillery shells to clear a path through the fat and greasy gluttons.

The gluttons, who were dozens of meters tall and were grabbing all kinds of food with their fat fingers, blocked the coalition forces' way like a white wall made of solidified fat.

"Let the gunboats blow these filth to pieces," Doom ordered.

As the commander gave the order, the Storm Gunboat Battle Group roared in.

The heavy cannons under the wings began to fire indiscriminately, and the turrets spit out flames, smashing the gluttons in the firing path into pieces.

Fat mixed with blood and bones splattered everywhere, and those grease-covered bodies exploded directly, splattering everywhere.

The soldiers advanced along the path cleared by the gunboat.

But all was not smooth sailing, and the empire's act of destruction soon attracted the attention of the overlord of the Taotie Ring.

A fat man as huge as a mountain sat on an extremely luxurious chariot. Several big demons lifted him up with great effort. While he was on his way, he did not forget to order his servants to feed delicious food into his mouth.

Grutos, the Lord of Gluttony, while other servants of Slaanesh were still busy embodying the sensuality and deadly temptation of the Lord of Pleasure, Grutos indulged his primitive appetite.

His waist circumference is equal to his height, and from a distance he looks like a huge sphere. His body makes him unable to walk, and he can only be carried forward by the great demons of Slaanesh.

In his mortal days, Grusto was a beggar. He was weak and thin, and could only survive by stealing and begging.

One day, when he decided to sneak into a seemingly gloomy temple to steal something, his fate was completely changed.

Young Grutos stole handfuls of golden grain from the temple, which was originally offered as a sacrifice to Slaanesh.

As punishment, the Lord of Pleasure cursed Grutos to be eternally hungry and to crave unusual food.

In order to satisfy his own appetite, he lingered in the Ring of Taotie and became the most powerful guardian of this realm.

When the weapons of mankind raised the smell of burnt gunpowder, and when countless precious foods were burned by the raging fire, Grutos roared and ordered his servants to teach the coalition forces a lesson they would never forget.

Even his chariot was driven by him to charge towards the imperial army.

But his arrogance did not last long. Unlike the Rejected Disara, Grutos's huge size attracted everyone's attention the moment he arrived at the battlefield.

A company of Doom Slayers happened to be not far from him, and these Doom Slayers rushed towards him immediately.

As a result, his huge size, which he was so proud of, attracted the siege of 200 Doom Slayers.

With almost no resistance, his chariot was overturned to the ground by the Slayers, and his fat body like a mountain was also dismembered by sharp blades.

The Slayers dug a narrow valley in Grutos' abdomen, took out his internal organs and intestines, and then tied them to his body.

After doing all this, the Doom Slayers pushed him into the dark red lake, drowning him in the lake filled with wine.

The battle did not last long. The combined forces of the Empire and the Eldar did not linger in the battle, but instead followed the instructions and invaded deeper into the realm of Slaanesh.

"Forward, forward, forward!" Doom's voice roared inside the communication voice.

They jumped into the wine lake and walked to the other side of the lake.

On the other side of the dim lake, soft straw was laid out, shining with golden light.

There, handsome men and beautiful women of every race, gender and shape reveal their most primitive physical appearance.

The only thing that could be called clothing was the soft and flowing translucent tulle.

——This is the circle of debauchery.

The dancing posture is indescribably and incredibly sexy. Every existence here is shaped into the most beautiful state of the witness's inner desire.

Anyone who is not a saint with a spotless mind will be reluctant to leave this place. The beauties who seek pleasure and play around people are the ones they have always dreamed of.

With his strong will, Doom was not tempted by this place. Sniffing the psychedelic aroma in the air, angry memories emerged from the Doom Slayer's genes.

That came from Duke's memory.

More than a decade ago, the gods joined forces to encircle and suppress Dukel, and brought the Primarch, who had just been resurrected, to his destined place.

At that time, the Lord of Pleasure prepared a grand ceremony for the Second Primarch. He sacrificed 666 succubi and presented them with a personally prepared incense.

The incense prepared by the gods themselves was so captivating that even the Primarch's unbreakable mental barriers were penetrated by it.

At that time, Dukel also saw the vision in the deepest part of his heart.

Unfortunately, all the flirtatious glances thrown by the Lord of Pleasure were chopped into pieces by the murderous mad Primarch.

The bloody altar of Khorne dragged Dukel into a state of mindless killing. This was the moment when his will was weakest. However, what the gods had never expected was that they could bewitch the Primarch's reason but could not deceive his instinct.

Even though he was completely unconscious, his unyielding body was still fighting instinctively.

The incense released by Slaanesh at that time was a magical medicine made from various materials collected by Him in the Ring of Debauchery.

"What a blasphemy."

At this moment, every Doom Slayer recalled the memory from Duke's genes, and the scene at that time appeared before their eyes with incredible reality.

The rage of the Primarch at having been fooled instantly ignited the hearts of every descendant.

At this moment, the eyes of the Slayer's helmet lit up scarlet light at the same time.

(End of this chapter)