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Chapter 306:113, Slaanesh's Invitation

Doom looked at the twisted and extravagant palace of Slaanesh, and a hint of solemnity was revealed in his expression hidden behind the mask.

The coalition forces have made such great sacrifices on this journey, and everything is for the moment to come.

As long as they can take back the last Crone Sword from the palace and fulfill the Warmaster's strategic intention of inflicting heavy damage on the Lord of Pleasure, then everything they have done will be worth it.

But the next second, everyone's expression changed.

With swift hooves and steady and confident manner, the Great Demon God strode out from the forest of indulgence in front of the Palace of Pleasure.

The appearance of this great secret keeper was immediately greeted with cheers one after another.

"Honey, you're finally here." She licked her lips, her red lips like fire.

The moment the coalition forces set foot in the territory of Slaanesh, the Great Keepers of Secrets noticed their arrival, but they had more important things to do, so they had no time to taste the delicious food in front of them.

Standing at the forefront of Slaanesh's army is one of Slaanesh's favorite demons, the Demon Scourge, Xarathi.

Xia Laxi has a slender figure and her skin is as delicate, smooth and flawless as a sculpture. Just standing there, her posture has an incredible elegance.

She is also a skilled stalker and duelist.

Xia Laxi is not well-known in the real universe. Unless necessary, she will hardly set foot in the material world. Just as her title suggests, she is a demonic disaster, a scourge of demons.

Her duty is to bring war to other evil gods and demons at any time.

She was created as the embodiment of the eternal and bitter feud between Slaanesh and the Blood God. In many ways, Slaanesh created her to kill the bloodthirsty daemon with ease and contempt.

For Slaanesh, defeating a hostile evil god that he was obsessed with was an unforgettable victory.

Because of this, Xia Laxi is likely to be the most powerful god-demon under the Lord of Joy, and it can even be said that there is no other.

Rumor has it that she even defeated the terrifying bloodthirsty demon Skarbrand with ease.

If it were just the appearance of Xia Lashi, it would not be enough to make the Doom Slayer and the Eldar Prophet change color.

What really caused their emotions to fluctuate was that they saw another person behind Xia Laxi.

The man was tied to Xalaxi's feet by flesh and blood tentacles. Countless lust demons stepped on him and dug open his chest.

After seeing this scene, many clowns of the Eldar could not help but cover their faces and cry, because this person was none other than the god they served - the God of Laughter Xilego.

No one had expected that the God of Laughter, who was responsible for attracting Slaanesh's attention, would be captured like this and thrown away at the feet of the Great Keeper of Secrets like a dead dog.

This is exactly what Xia Lashi had done before, something more important than the combined forces of the Empire and the Eldar.

So far, Xia Laxi has hunted countless warriors, dragons, demons, and powerful tyrants. Now, she has hunted a commendable prey again - a god of the Eldar.

The charming hunter stood tall and graceful on the earth, and all the followers in the world and even the banshees of Slaanesh were striving to follow their leader.

The God of Laughter has fallen, and thanks to the perfect skills of the Deadly Hunter, no one had noticed this before, and even Xilego’s life or death was unknown.

This scene made everyone feel despair. Everything they had done before and all the sacrifices they made seemed to be meaningless.

Everything was in vain, the Laughing God fell, and snatching the Crone's Sword became an almost impossible task.

"The blood-red light shimmers, and the underworld is dark and mournful.

When you are afraid of pain and drunkenness, you can find a chance to soothe your wounded soul."

Xarahi softly hummed a poem praising Slaanesh. Her singing was extremely beautiful. It was a perfect sound that could never exist in the mortal world. Only in the kingdom of Slaanesh could one hear the dedication of a great demon from a high rank.

When the last note of the song fell softly, she bowed gracefully to everyone.
"Welcome to the palace of the Lord of Joy. The Prince of Pleasure will hold you in his arms and indulge you in endless sensory experiences. My dear, I have long wanted to meet you, but this clown who can only play tricks has delayed our date and wasted a lot of my time."

An unnatural blush appeared on Xia Laxi's beautiful white face, and her face was full of joy. If you ignore the horror on her body, this scene is just like the expression of a young girl who is just beginning to fall in love on her first date.

It is said that a girl's blush is better than anything in the world.

But every member of the coalition forces felt the despair deep in their bones.

It turns out that the Laughing God Xilego had never attracted the attention of Slaanesh, and he was captured by this deadly hunter just as his show was going on.

Everything the coalition forces do is carried out under the watchful eye of Slaanesh.

Thinking of this, the souls of some of the Eldar wise men even showed signs of collapse.

All their efforts so far may just be an interesting show in the eyes of the other party.

"We will die here, and our souls will never escape from eternal torture." An old Eldar wise man grinned foolishly as he shuttled through the six-ring domain. His nerves, which had been tense all the time, finally broke at this moment.

He cried and laughed like a madman, sometimes crazy, sometimes weeping.

"You are also happy about this, right?" Shahira looked over, "You will be reborn, an experience you have never felt before. Only when you touch the hem of His skirt with your own hands can you feel the true ecstasy. At that moment, you will feel that your past life has been wasted. You will regret why you did not throw yourself into His arms earlier."

There is an extreme temptation in Xia Laxi's smile, and the fleshy horns on her head are like a crown, making it difficult for people not to kneel down at her feet.

"For the sake of the empire, in the name of the God-Emperor and the War Marshal, we will never surrender!" the Imperial Saint Adeline shouted angrily.

She became the Empire's newest Saint during the Battle of Belia IV, and is one of the most active living Saints in the galaxy today.

Golden wings spread out behind Adeline, and a ring of flaming thorns burned behind her head, looking extremely sacred.

"You are unromantic." Xia Laxi rolled his eyes at her. "The Cursed One is a liar, and your Warmaster is a lunatic. It is hard for me to understand how anyone could offer their precious loyalty to them. Perhaps only the most stupid and foolish being in the universe would do such a thing."

"Don't be stubborn anymore. You deserve a better master. My Lord will never force His subjects to do anything. He belongs to everyone in the universe, just as everyone belongs to Him."

Doom's arm armor ejected an Argentum Chainsaw Sword. "You are complacent a little too early. Even if we fall into your trap, even if you kill us, you will never be able to conquer the Empire."

"Don't talk big too soon, little one." Xia Laxi covered her mouth and chuckled, as if she had heard a funny joke. She walked slowly, and her straight and slender legs with sheep's hooves gracefully walked to the gate of Slaanesh's palace.

She gently pushed open the door, and like opening Pandora's box, a pink, seductive scent visible to the naked eye gushed out from the Palace of Joy.

"There are always people who say this, and there are always people who think they can control their desires, but they can't change anything. Desire is like water. The more you suppress it, the more turbulent it becomes, until you drown in the ocean of indulgence."

"All souls in the universe will bow down before our Lord, sooner or later, and no one can change this. This is because He is the eternal master and lover of all souls. He will lead all living beings and souls out of the sea of ​​suffering and bring true joy to the masses."

"But your emperor and warmaster only know how to destroy. They are the real villains who can't help you at all. They will only lead your empire into final destruction. You have been deceived by them and are going further and further down the wrong path. If you don't turn back in time, everything will be irreversible."

"Come in, my Lord invites you warmly. Let's go and see the real paradise in the universe." Xia Laxi's palm gently stroked the door of the Palace of Pleasure, inviting the coalition of humans and elves. She hooked her fingers, seducing everyone charmingly. Xia Laxi's followers and banshees followed her, and brought the tall God of Laughter into the palace.

The God of Laughter seemed to still have a glimmer of hope, but he had been severely injured. Even though he was being dragged by the Slaanesh banshees, he was unable to put up any resistance.

"Commander, what should we do?"

Saint Adeline looked at Doom beside her and asked with a pale face.

The demon Xia Laxi did not attack them, and even the tide of Slaanesh demons that appeared with her disappeared together.

The other party took the initiative to lure the coalition forces into the palace. With that charming posture, it seemed as if that place was not a temple of gods, but a high-end club on Terra.

But everyone is aware of the fatal crisis hidden in this.

Unlike the clubhouse, they don’t allow for any refusal.

From the very beginning, everything the coalition did was in line with the plan of the gods.

The other party will try every possible means to torture them until they completely surrender. This is a common tactic used by evil gods.

"Can you sense the Crone's Sword?" Doom looked at the Eldar Great Prophet.

The Great Prophet Eddrad immediately gave an affirmative answer. The Crone Swords were all the hand bones of the Eldar goddess of fate. The connection between them could not be severed even by Slaanesh himself.

"Then there is nothing to hesitate. My father's order is to take back the Crone's Sword. Until the mission is accomplished, we must move forward, forward, and move forward regardless of everything." Doom gave orders to the imperial army on the command channel.

Then he switched to the channel shared by the coalition forces.
"In the name of my father, the Lord of Destruction, we have no reason to care about our lives. Perhaps we will fail, and our souls will be captured, just like the lost in the Six Rings, suffering eternal torture."

Doom's voice was steady as he revealed the cruel reality and laid it before every member of the coalition.

Passing through the six-ring realm, everyone knows what they will face once their soul is abducted by Slaanesh.

The souls of the Eldar are a delicacy to Slaanesh, and humans are equally unable to return to the throne.

They will be tormented for eternity.

Doom's words echoed in everyone's ears. The soldiers looked at each other, but in the end no one said anything.

Whether they were Eldar or Imperial warriors, they all chose to accept their fate calmly.

A terrible war that required the sacrifice of countless lives.

But sacrifice does not necessarily mean that it will bring the dawn of hope.

Even if you fail, you must try your best.

"We fear nothing." Eddrad responded, standing beside him.

The Eldar warriors also remained silent behind him.

"The Emperor's will is the direction of our blades. The Warmaster's vision is the future we fight for with our lives."

The saint holds a sword.

The most difficult thing in the world is not victory, but hopeless persistence and effort.

Both the Emperor and the Warmaster had seen endless darkness, but for the common ideals of mankind, they still chose to persevere.

Racial hope is never a gift from fate, but a trophy won by countless warriors who fought one after another.

They are in desperate situations, but they can still draw their swords and fight.

Kneeling at the feet of those monsters might give them eternal life, but it would be impossible for them to get the future they expect.

"I am willing to die for the Golden Age, for the Emperor's light to shine on every world, for the Warmaster's vision, for the common ideals of mankind."

Doom held the Judgment Blade, the Rune of Destruction lit up, and he roared with anger.

"We will never surrender!"

All the forces of the empire are striving for a common future.

Outside the realm of Slaanesh, a huge golden Sky Eagle flag spread its wings high in the sky, filling people's hearts with hope, as if the bright future had already arrived and was firmly grasped.

Dukel is still actively looking for a way to break into Slaanesh's realm.

He used the power of the void to control Horus to flip through the books in the Black Library.

If the Primarchs were like a company, granting them power would be like acquiring equity.

During the Heresy, Horus had a large number of shares acquired by the Four Gods, so that he lost control of the company.

The situation is the same now. He gained power from the virtual world and signed a contract with Yuan Jing Zhenli. It cannot be without cost.

And this kind of manipulation is very covert, Horus will regard all his instructions as his own thoughts.

Just like Horus ten thousand years ago, no matter how blasphemous his thoughts were, he would think that they were the result of his own thinking and would not suspect that it was the deception of the gods.

Dukel was sure that the Black Library contained a method for breaking into Slaanesh's realm, but there were simply too many books here.

All the secrets of the universe seem insignificant in this library.

Dukel felt a little tired after flipping through a lot of books but still couldn't find it.

Suddenly, a sharp pain surged into his brain, and a golden flame burned in his consciousness.

This energy appeared without warning. Dukel was still able to withstand it, but the psychics within the legion all screamed in unison.

In the flames, a king filled with golden light seemed to be saying something to him.

But the countless voices around and the king's voice came together, and nothing could be expressed.

In the end, Dukel only vaguely heard a name - Pansdora.

(End of this chapter)