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Chapter 305 112, Palace of Pleasure

In the Ring of Debauchery, the demons here do not simply seduce others with their sexy bodies, but instead transform themselves into the person that others are most obsessed with.

It could be the love of your life, or the beautiful figure that a young man longs for but cannot have.

This is the most fascinating place in the Six Rings of Desire.

But what is regrettable is that what is welcomed here now are unromantic thugs, the memories deep in their genes have been stimulated, the Doom Warriors are swept up in nameless rage, and there is no mercy at all.

"number 22."

Doom, who was in a state of destructive rage, suddenly heard a voice and looked over instinctively.

Number 22 was Doom's code name during his mortal days. When he was still a mortal serving in the Death Korps of Krieg, he had no name, only a thirteen-digit number. Since the last two digits of the number were 22, his colleagues called him that.

In the direction of the sound, he saw a female Astra Militarum soldier wearing a tactical vest.

The female soldier was not too far away from him. At this distance, Doom could see the female soldier's face clearly, even the freckles on her nose were clearly visible.

"22, I didn't expect it was really you. I'm so glad you're still alive." The female soldier from Star Realm had a look of confusion on her face. When she saw Doom looking at her, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"What are you still standing there for, soldier?" Seeing that Doom didn't respond, the female soldier suppressed her joyful expression and pretended to scold him.

"How many times do you have to go through wars before you stop looking like a rookie?"

The Slayer still stood there, with scarlet spots reflected in his goggles.

The female soldier's feigned anger overlapped with the scene in Doom's memory.

Krieg soldiers are artificially bred clones, weapons of war developed by the Empire. Ever since Doom had memories, he has been undergoing the most rigorous training and has been taught to pray to the God-Emperor for salvation.

In his memory, there are only a few people of the opposite sex who could leave memories.

And this is the only one who left a deep impression.

The female soldier walked briskly up to Doom, with complaints and concern in her eyes.

Such a scene made Doom feel a little happy.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently stroke the female soldier's cheek.

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"Pfft-"

In the next moment, the Slayer exerted a little force with his palm, and the female soldier's head exploded like a watermelon.

Although his mind had been confused by the illusion, Doom's body still clearly remembered that the person in front of him was dead.

His palms could still recall the feeling of the female soldier's warm blood flowing through his palms.

The Slayer did not linger for her.

It was not until Doom left that the headless corpse gradually shed all its disguises, revealing a headless succubus dressed in veil and with pink skin.

The fury of the Doom Slayers shattered everything in the Wandering Ring.

Unreal beings singing sensual songs gathered around them, gently caressing their skin and whispering sweet nothings in their ears.

But in the next moment, the sharp teeth and sharp bone claws hidden behind the charming beauty were pulled out one by one.

The red flames spread rapidly, and all the gentle words in the flames quickly turned into screams of pain.

This land of sweet lies was soon covered with horrible burnt ashes.

The Doom Slayers rushed through the mountains with anger, and under the careful guidance of the Eldar, they stepped into the next realm with destructive rage.

Here, they walked onto a high platform, and then their ears were filled with the praises and overwhelming cheers of the people.

The army was so huge that it seemed endless, and they listened eagerly to their king's call to conquer.

Countless elves fell here the moment they set foot here.

They saw themselves returning victorious from Slaanesh's kingdom, finding the last of the Crone Swords, and successfully defeating the Lord of Pleasure.

Countless nobles and masters frequently praised them in excitement and joy.

The dignitaries who once commanded travelers in the Ark World could only look up at them from below the platform.

The cheers in the eyes are real, and the praise in the ears is just right.

In such a magnificent scene, even the hearts of the elves who had practiced meditation countless times were quickly immersed in it.

Even the Ark Eldar's Great Prophet Edrad was no exception.

At this time, Edrad was being crowned in front of the huge throne, and the goddess of life personally placed the laurel wreath symbolizing glory on his head.

All beings in the universe came to participate in this grand ceremony, and even the allies of the Human Empire sent him congratulations.

The Lord of Mankind, carrying endless glory, praised him generously; the Imperial Warmaster even personally promised to return the Eldar's Goddess of Life and acknowledged that the Eldar were the race that ruled the galaxy.

Hearing these words, Edrad's eyes widened and he stood there in shock.

It was this promise that was like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, and the flame of joy in his heart was quickly extinguished.

The emperor and warmaster of the human empire are still praising his great achievements.

But such a scene made him feel even more unreal.

At this moment, a huge explosion sounded and the whole world was shaking.

The subjects below the platform screamed in agony, the Goddess of Life collapsed like a stone statue, and the Lord of Mankind and the Imperial Warmaster vanished like bubbles.

The praises and cheers in my ears gradually subsided, replaced by the crackling sound of flames burning the earth and the lingering burnt smell in my nostrils.

When Eddrad finally came back to his senses from his beautiful dream, he saw the Slayers walking out of the red flames and standing like statues on the burning mountains.

"How far are we?" Doom Commander Doom, who was standing at the front, looked at him.

The scarlet light on the goggles made Edrad avoid the other person's gaze with a guilty conscience.
"It's almost over. I can sense that we are already halfway through the journey." The Eldar prophet's tone revealed fatigue. This was not physical fatigue, but the huge contrast between everything he had just experienced in the illusion and the reality made it difficult for him to adapt mentally.

It's like suddenly jumping from a warm and comfortable hot spring into an icy cold ocean. It's hard for anyone to accept.

"Are you looking for the palace of Slaanesh?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation.

Doom and Edrad were suddenly startled.

At this time, the two of them realized that there was a figure standing beside the Slayer. The figure was as tall as a dwarf, with a cunning smile on his face.

The appearance of this man, who was able to hide his whereabouts in front of the Eldar Great Prophet and the Doom Champion, made both of them look surprised and doubtful at the same time.

"Who are you?!" Doom demanded, his finger on the trigger, ready to smash the other person into pieces at any time.

"My lord, don't worry. I am your loyal subject who I meet you for the first time." As he spoke, the man saluted gracefully.

"The devil is not worthy to be my subject!" Doom's voice was full of murderous intent. He pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and flames spurted out from the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun.

But what was puzzling was that the fire of destruction, which had always been effective in the past, this time went straight through the opponent's body. When the fire went out, the man was standing there unharmed.

"My lord, although you are wise and brave, you are bound to make mistakes. Have you forgotten? According to the contract, you cannot hurt me." The man took out a contract and explained to Doom, "And what I need to pay is that I will never betray you."

As he explained, Doom and even Edrad beside him gradually understood the specific reasons.

This is the Ring of Power. Every traveler who enters here will automatically sign a contract.

——As long as you can get out of this area, there is a chance that you will get a personal servant.

This is a carefully cultivated minister from the Chaos Kingdom of Slaanesh. This flattering demon will become the vanguard of the traveler's army and offer his absolute loyalty.

And everything this demon says will become true to a certain extent.

Doom could not tolerate a demon standing by his side or even becoming his subject.

But the demon contract has unimaginable power. Even the most cunning demons will strictly abide by the terms of the contract once they sign it - whether they like it or not.

Doom was also unable to break free from the constraints of the contract. After a brief thought, the commander of the Doom Slayer decided to try to use the demon in front of him to overcome the difficulties they were facing.

Wait until you leave the realm of Slaanesh, and then look for a way to get rid of the entanglement of the demonic minions.

"Tell me how we can get to where we want to go." He asked the demon subject, and left a trap in the question - he did not directly say where he wanted to go, in order to test the demon subject's loyalty.

If the demon servant can speak what is in his mind, then he can achieve his goal.

But if the other party has his own little ideas and wants to play some word games, according to the contract, he can determine that the other party is disloyal and execute him.

"You mean the Pleasure Palace of Slaanesh?" The demon minister seemed to have heard the trap in Doom's words. He confirmed it first, and then continued to speak.
"As a subject, I do not recommend that you go there. It is the end of the world for you. You will..."

The demon wanted to say that Doom would die, but when the last phrase came to his lips, he couldn't say it no matter what.

——Whatever the demon servants say will become reality to a certain extent. This is not because they have the ability to predict the future, but because they cannot say things that are destined not to happen.

The demon servant used all his strength, but the last word seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds and could not come out of his mouth no matter what.

There was a hint of shock in his eyes, which meant that even the core of Slaanesh's domain could not kill the warrior in front of him.

"Okay, my most powerful master." The demon subordinate compromised. He praised Doom's strength from the bottom of his heart and continued,
"To truly reach the Palace of Pleasure, you need to pass through two more Rings of Desire—the Ring of Vanity and the Ring of Decadence."

"Under the top of the false mountain of power is a forest paradise that fascinates the mind. That is the ring of vanity. If you want to pass through it, you must put down your pride. All the honors you once took pride in will become the shadow that leads you astray."

"The only way to escape the constraints of this forest is to focus on your own humility. And your humility will bring you to the final link."

“When you emerge from the Forest of Vanity, you will see beaches of infinite beauty stretching to the edge of the Ring of Decadence.”

"Angelic voices gently hum lullabies, and the fragrant ocean laps the walls of the soul. Here, your body will cry out for rest, even for a moment. No matter how strong and tireless you are. The warm light soothes the soul, and the gentle tide erodes your will."

"Here, your tired eyes want to droop heavily. If your eyes are still clear, you can see the terrible truth - the bone-like sand under your feet is all made up of the remains of those pioneers who fell into a blissful sleep."

In accordance with the contract, the demon servant told Doom the situation of the last two rings, and even told him how to pass through there without reservation.

Although Doom didn't completely believe him.

But relying on the information revealed by the ministers, the coalition forces of humans and elves managed to pass the last two rings of the area without any danger.

When the warriors leave the sands of decadence behind.

They saw the gleaming palace in the distance, its towers coiled around each other like serpents in a nest, forming an indescribable tangle.

Here, all the charm and terror of the Lord of Pleasure will be revealed.

The allied forces that continuously passed through the six rings, with their tired minds, just looking at everything in front of them and recalling the name of Slaanesh, was enough to make a determined warrior feel the touch of fear engulfing his heart - as if as long as he thought of Him, the warrior's soul became fragile and corroded. But in front of His palace, even an insignificant stone was roaring and forcing people to think of Him.

Slaanesh is the youngest and least mature of the Chaos Gods, the last of the Four to gain consciousness, and as such, despite being part of the infinite and eternal Chaos, and older than the stars, he is still only a teenager.

He is flawless, stunning, beyond all expectations, and possesses a beauty that no one can resist.

Even a glimpse of Him is enough to convince you that He is incredibly beautiful.

"No, we can't go forward, we must put down the blades in our hands. You heartless people, how can you bear to hurt Him!" Suddenly, there was a small-scale commotion among the psychics within the coalition.

These psychics are not just from the Eldar, even within the Empire, many people have protested.

The coalition forces' advance therefore paused for a moment.

The Doom Slayer personally brought those crazy psykers to Doom.

"Have you forgotten the common ideals of mankind, the loyalty you swore under the throne, have you forgotten all of this? Otherwise, how could you be deceived by Him?!" The Doom Slayer looked down at the Astropath in front of him, his tone filled with sadness and confusion.

"You ask me how I could do this? Well, I ask you: why can't I do this? Although I am blind, I am sure I saw the beauty of the Lord of Joy. Although I only saw His outline, I knew I had no choice."

The Astropath roared, his expression was crazy and obsessed,
"If you had but a glimpse of that immortal light, you would have been overwhelmed by his perfect form and fallen into ecstasy. I offer my soul willingly, willingly! He is mine, and shall be my eternal lover and master."

"And I am supposed to be His!"

The light from Doom's goggles grew increasingly scarlet. He could not understand how a demon god could have "immortal glory". Just because of a single glance, an astropath who had been trained by the Empire for decades willingly accepted eternal curse.

Such things made him realize firsthand the horror of Slaanesh.

He is the youngest of the gods, not as powerful as Khorne, as influential as Tzeentch, or as widespread as Nurgle.

But this dark god is in some ways the most dangerous. For mortals, Slaanesh is the most fascinating. He is the most attractive of all the Chaos Powers.

"Take them to the mental meditation room for isolation." Doom gave the order.

After the Doom Slayer took the psykers away, he looked towards the Slaanesh spire in the distance.

The more you understand chaos, the easier it is to despair.

(End of this chapter)