Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 308 115, Fight to the Death
Every second the coalition forces were in front of the Slaanesh Palace, they were sliding into the abyss of despair. Doom led the Second Legion's Slayers, the Crusader Vanguard and other Imperial heroes to break into the Temple of Pleasure. The priests of the Mechanicus were trying to find a way to escape from here.

From the woods in front of the Palace of Joy, faint and lascivious sounds were once again heard.

The silhouette of the succubus was looming in the garden, and occasionally the intoxicating fragrance belonging to the Great Keeper of Secrets could be smelled.

They surrounded the huge coalition army, spreading panic. For these evil favorites of Slaanesh, it was obviously not elegant to kill the coalition soldiers roughly. Only by torturing the soldiers' will, tasting their fear, triggering extreme emotions and then killing them in despair, could the Lord of Pleasure's aesthetic taste be met.

The earth continues to grow tentacles covered with barbs. These tentacles are tough and strong, and cannot be eradicated by burning, cutting, or bombing.

The huge warships belonging to the Empire in the sky also encountered obvious problems. The Imperial beacon could not be used, the navigator could not see the light of the Astronomican, and even the turbulent Warp turbulence disappeared.

Some psykers tried to use their own power to open a passage for the Empire, but after just one attempt, their bodies quickly withered away, as if their flesh and blood had been sucked dry by invisible leeches.

The navigators of the Astronomican used up all their flesh and blood to support the three eyes of clairvoyance, but they could not even detect the borders of Slaanesh's domain.

The gap between mortals and the dark gods is greater than the gap between stars and sand. Compared with the power of the gods, the power of mortals is so small that it is not worth mentioning.

Monsters still swarmed in from all directions of the area, densely packed and countless.

The coalition forces had tens of millions of soldiers and occupied a vast plain, but the enemy's numbers far outnumbered them. Slaanesh's minions were everywhere, and as soon as one group was killed, another would immediately appear.

The soldiers were in pain, tired, and had scars on their bodies, but they would never give in. They endured the pain and continued to fight.

The ammunition is consumed quickly, and the number of enemies is even greater than the bullets.

A number of Mechanical Sages and Void Priests were mobilized to the vicinity of the Imperial Beacon Device Tower. They placed their hopes on the powerful capabilities of the Imperial Beacon.

But the priests of the Void Realm discovered in despair that the domain of Slaanesh had long been moved to an unpredictable dimension by the dark powers, and their connection with the Void Realm nodes was interrupted.

The chances of success in evacuating the empire to preserve its manpower are becoming increasingly slim.

The empire had trampled on the gods' kingdom once, and they thought it would happen a second time. It was this pride that made them let down their guard.

To the point that they forget that no one has ever truly defeated these dark powers that coexist in the world, even the Emperor was defeated by them.

Perhaps they are afraid of the ultimate destruction of the Imperial Warmaster, but it is just fear. This does not mean that the coalition forces of the Empire and the Eldar can walk freely in their kingdom just by relying on a laughing god.

An upgraded Warhound-class Titan fell with a loud bang. Even though it was equipped with the most advanced combat engine, it was finally succumbed to the siege of the Slaanesh Legion.

In the face of endless monsters, even the largest war machines appear extremely fragile.

Disgusting twisted flesh grew on the surface of the damaged tank, and the tank's machine soul screamed in pain. In this realm of desire, nothing could escape His control.

Some of the fallen war machines grew crab claws and twisting tentacles. They stood up again, aiming their guns loyal to the empire at their former colleagues. Their pure souls had been polluted, and their bodies had been transformed into monsters that screamed in pain.

The driver with a polluted mind, shouting the name of the Lord of Joy, forever merged with the war machine with a happy expression, becoming a demon engine that indulges in eternal pleasure and torture.

"Warriors, resist these monsters! We must hold on until our vanguard returns. We must guard their retreat. There is still hope! For the Emperor, for the Warmaster!"

Astra Militarum Marshal Roget roared on the communication channel. Beside him were the bodies of several of his colleagues.

Among the followers of Slaanesh, the demons who have mastered the art of assassination attack the Imperial commanders with purpose.

In the face of their wave after wave of attacks, Roget felt that he would become like his fallen colleagues.

His body was pierced by a short sword, and although it was not fatal, the heavy bleeding had made him unconscious. He was breathing rapidly, and a strong smell of blood would rush into his nose with every gasp.

His armor's alarm sounded frequently, and its defensive performance had almost reached its limit.

His strong body was already showing signs of problems, and with the help of the life support system built into his armor, his injuries were effectively improving. But he still felt like he was dying, and in this kingdom of the evil god, the devil would not let him survive when he was already injured.

Roget wanted to see the Imperial Army out of danger before the end of his life. If he could not see the light that represented hope, he would not be able to rest in peace even if his soul returned to the throne.

However, on the communication panel, the communication interface of Doom, the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Legion, was still gray and disconnected.

Not only him, but also the newly promoted Saint Adeline, and the heroes belonging to the Second Legion, Luxi, Kao, Andrews, these names are also in a disconnected state.

Even the great Eldar prophet Edrad is the same.

The moment these vanguard troops rushed into the Palace of Joy, they lost communication with the main army.

They must have met with an unexpected accident, so they secretly ordered the Mechanicus to find a way to retreat.

Roget stood up with difficulty. On the screen in the command room, he could clearly see the endless tide of Slaanesh.

This space has been blocked, and they have no way to escape. Even the psykers on the starship have fallen into a state of serious injury. The saints have suffered heavy casualties, and the existing organization can hardly be maintained. The virtual priests walked among the soldiers, burning illusory flames to expel the power of chaos for the injured soldiers.

The artillery was still firing, the bombs were still roaring, and no one knew whether they would still wait for reinforcements after their plans were disrupted.

As mortals, they have done well enough to spread the prestige of the empire in the realm of God. As far as the current situation is concerned, they can no longer see any hope of survival, but no one has chosen to give up.

"We have seen the dawn of that great era with our own eyes, and we are working hard for that world that is bound to come."

"My brothers and sisters, for the common ideals of our race, for the dream that shines like gold. We will surely win victory once again. Glory belongs to us, victory belongs to the Empire, long live the Emperor! Long live the Warmaster!"

Just before he fell into coma, Roget used his willpower to support his body and sent out a final shout on the communication channel, inspiring the soldiers fighting on the front line.

After he fell into a coma, the command authority of the Imperial War System was transferred to the next commander in order.

And in the palace of joy.

An even more shocking war is also breaking out.

The Great Secret Keepers walked gracefully, showing these uninvited guests their desperate and tragic end.

Their plan was arranged by the gods from beginning to end, and everything was in His plan.

Allowing them to pass through the Six Rings area would only be a test of their abilities.

The gods and demons were confident that no matter how stubborn the warriors were, they would know what to do in such a situation. But what they didn't expect was that the warriors of the empire not only did not surrender, but even dared to attack. Looking at these mortals who drew their swords and fought to the death.

Even Encari, Daughter of Pleasure, one of Slaanesh's six most beloved secret keepers, had a look of confusion in her eyes that were like perfect gems.

"Why, don't you understand that everything you do is in vain. The ultimate salvation of all sentient beings points to the Lord of Joy."

"Oh," Captain Andrews of the Second Company of Doom Soldier sneered, "My father once taught us that there is no need for gods among the stars. Our true salvation will only come when the gods are destroyed." He drew out a flaming blade from behind.

The rune of destruction on the Sword of Judgment lit up, causing the surrounding desecrated air to scream in pain.

His transformed tall and mighty body now burst out with extremely terrifying power, and even the Great Secret Keeper had to temporarily avoid the edge.

But this power was not without cost. For every demon he had killed and absorbed, the stored energy now burned into substantial flames.

These forces are exploited without limit. In the realm of gods, any physical laws have lost their original effect. Here, there is only a competition between flesh and will.

The battle reached a fever pitch in just a moment.

However, his decisive battle with Enkari did not attract much attention. Even Slaanesh, the master of this palace, did not pay attention.

In the Palace of Joy, there are countless magic mirrors. These magic mirrors form a huge maze, and each mirror contains an independent space.

And at the deepest point, the majestic figure with infinite charm, sitting on the goose down throne, is showing a joyful smile with fatal attraction.

The figure was somewhat blurry, and no one could see His true appearance. All ordinary descriptions of Him were only a tiny part of Him.

No one can understand His existence. Anyone who tries to understand Him, even if he only learns a few words, will fall into eternal madness.

"You go find the old woman's sword, I will hold her back, quick!" Second Captain Andrews ordered the soldiers during the battle with Enkali.

"How foolish! The cursed one cannot save you, but will only lead you into destruction."

Enkali swung the jewel-encrusted whip with contempt, and Andrews quickly dodged to the other side. The whip did not hit him, but hit the ground beside him.

The ground that was hit instantly began to squirm excitedly, making a refreshing buzzing sound.

The terrifying power of the Daughter of Joy caused the Eternal Palace to begin to shake.

"Your victories are insignificant. You may win for a while, but in the end you will kneel before the temple of the Lord of Pleasure, begging for His mercy."

Encari swung her crab-like claws. Andrews said nothing, but just blocked the claws when they came, then rolled over and nimbly avoided the attack of the Great Secret Keeper.

In the process, he slashed the opponent's crab claw with the Sword of Judgment, leaving a deep wound on it.

The power of the Sword of Judgment is enough to scare all demons.

After being hurt, Enkali did not feel the pleasure of pain as she did in previous battles. The trauma that penetrated her soul made her fall into rage.

A psychedelic aroma was blown up by the strong wind, and Enkali's intensive attack brought about gusts of fragrant wind.

The tentacles gathered into a tide, twisting and attacking Andrews.

Even though Andrews had closed the respiratory system of the power armor, he could still smell the deadly incense.

This fragrance tried to seduce the will of the Slayer and spread the ultimate sensory experience of pain and joy to him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the jewel-encrusted whip once again wrapped around the Slayer.

Andrews' mind was confused by the aroma, but relying on his spiritual intuition, he still used the gold chainsaw sword on his arm armor to chop off the whip.

The whip was so powerful that the Captain of the Doom Soldier was forced to retreat again and again.

"It's time to indulge in the pleasurable torture." Enkali licked her lips, took graceful steps with her long, straight legs, and a morbid smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

But at this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared.

The scorching light made Enkali scream, and even though she dodged quickly, a wound still appeared on her body.

"Damn it." The surging desire that had just been raised was interrupted, Enkali's face flushed unnaturally, and she glared at the person who came.

"Disgusting monster." Adeline walked out from behind the Doom Captain, with a pair of wings spread out behind the saint. She originally wanted to go with the Eldar team to find the Crone's Sword, but after thinking about it, she turned back.

Even for a champion of the Slayer, it would be extremely dangerous to fight against one of the most favored God-Demons in the Temple of Pleasure.

Enkali screamed at this moment, and with her explosion, the walls around her began to crawl rapidly.

A veiled succubus emerged from the wall, wielding the weapon of vanity.

Andrews grapples with the demon.

At this time, the saint's gauntleted hands pulled him out of the tide of Enkari and the succubus.

The wings flapped, and the golden light made all the demons retreat in fear.

The damage caused by this light to the demons was too great. After only a brief exposure, charred smoke appeared on their body surfaces.

There was a faint low laugh in the air, which seemed to be mocking the stupidity and stubbornness of Andrews and Adeline.

They are powerful, but how many demons can they kill in the realm of Slaanesh? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? Or ten million? But these are just insignificant numbers for the Lord of Pleasure.

All beings in the universe have emotions. Every joy, every pain, every happiness, and every love are constantly enhancing His power.

As long as the Chaos Gods hold power, there will be no end to demons.

(End of this chapter)