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Chapter 296 Hello, I am Slaanesh

Fulgrim's wails echoed in the warp, causing a huge wave of disturbances in the warp zone corresponding to Macragge.
The blue light that penetrated through Zhou Yunyuan's hand corroded Fulgrim's body like a toxin. His scales fell off layer by layer, his skin rotted away, and his muscles died.

It was so pure that it could not bring any sensory stimulation. Only the empty death of pure pain eroded Fulgrim's body.
At the same time, the power in the body is being drained away, and life itself is being eaten away.
Fulgrim was like an electrocuted eel, struggling, twitching, and curling up in the warp.

His very existence was damaged, corrupted by something other than Slaanesh,
"Have mercy on me!!!" He struggled to escape from Zhou Yun's hand, crying and begging for mercy.
After indulging in pleasure for 10,000 years, his spirit was even more decadent and weak than Zhou Yun had imagined. He even began to howl and beg for mercy, as if he had thrown away all his honor.

Zhou Yun simply moved his round hand closer to Fulgrim.

The portion of the Corruption Realm that the Emperor had thrown at him, his own realm of malevolent arts, and the greedy dissolution powers he had gained from consuming the Tyranids in turn all came to Fulgrim.
Zhou Yun had never been so aware of his own existence and felt the three realms in the subspace so clearly.
But it was precisely because of this that Zhou Yun was slightly confused.

The realm of vicious skills is relatively easy to understand. Doraemon's props can indeed be called a mechanism of creativity, a design that is superior to everything else. Zhou Yun has those props, so it is easy for him to approach the realm of vicious skills.
Although the erosion and destruction came directly from the Emperor, Zhou Yun did not quite understand why he could accept this realm so smoothly. It seemed that the position of the Dark Lord was very suitable for him.
The same is true for Greedy Dissolution. Zhou Yun has less involvement in this area. Part of the reason for occupying this area is that he preyed on the Tyranids and Demons, who are the top predators in the two fields of matter and reality. As a result, he was regarded as a predator by humans, demons, and hive consciousness, but he was also accepted too smoothly.
Moreover, Zhou Yun vaguely felt that his essence was still covered by these three realms. It was something deeper and born in the distant future. This thing was related to the various aspects of greed, dissolution, erosion, destruction and vicious skills.
But now Zhou Yun couldn't tell what it was, so he could only use the power of the three realms to press Fulgrim.
Greed dissolution erodes Fulgrim's life, vicious skills drain Fulgrim's power, and erosion and destruction are the most deadly to Fulgrim.
There was no joy, only a hollow and gray death that brought Fulgrim unbearable pain.

The dark memories suppressed by indulgence and pleasure kept pouring out of its chest.
Fulgrim thought of that sword again, and of the pain, cruelty, and corruption it contained.

He saw his sword flash across Ferrus' neck, drawing a bloody arc. Everything was reflected in the blood, everything he and Ferrus had ever seen. They were comrades, brothers, and friends. They were completely different but respected each other. They had won so much honor together.
All of this was flashed by the arc of the piercing sword, then covered by the blood of Ferrus, and dissipated in the laughter of Slaanesh.

Only the head of Ferrus was left, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Fulgrim."

Ferrus whispered,
His voice was filled with anger, hatred, and a little bit of lament for his brother's depravity.
For ten thousand years, the pain that had been suppressed deep in his consciousness, covered by pleasure and decadence, the pain that he thought he had forgotten, all poured out from his body, turning into the sharp blade of death that cut through his body.

Fulgrim howled in pain, feeling his body dissolving bit by bit in Zhou Yun's round hands.
In Slaanesh's chamber, 660,000 demon musicians hovered in the thin purple gauze, playing 66 different instruments with pure gold flutes.
Six thousand six hundred and sixty-six dancers danced on a Persian carpet with intricate patterns. The faces on the carpet were stepped on by the dancers' slender jade feet with gold chains, making moans mixed with pleasure and pain. The dancers performed a dance that combined six hundred and sixty-six kinds of intercourse postures to please their masters.
The best painters from all races in the 660 galaxies crouched on the beautiful being on the huge velvet bed, using 60 million kinds of paint and brushstrokes to outline His figure, but they could not accurately depict that beautiful, decadent and lustful body.
The musicians laughed and played harps made of stretched human intestines, and the owners of the intestines wailed as the music progressed.
The drummers also became excited. They used golden drumsticks to smash the skulls of babies from sixty-six races, and used shrill screams as drum sounds.
The bassist came bouncing over, carrying food mixed with highly stimulating neurotoxins and barrels of wine mixed with stimulants.

The singers sang at the top of their lungs with voices that would tear any mortal's vocal cords, but the master of the chamber blessed them with the ability to sing forever in agony.
The Hungry Lord enjoyed the sixty-six Secret Keepers having sex with her in various ways, bringing extreme stimulation to her body.

The chief demon of Slaanesh, Sharasi. The Scourge, was enjoying the pleasure brought by this moment. He was the protagonist in this feast, responsible for serving Slaanesh himself.
This was its first feast since regaining Slaanesh's favor.
It was once defeated by the Grey Knights and was banished to the cold palace, but now it has regained the favor of Slaanesh because it snatched the fifth Crone Sword from the hands of the Death Army.

Xia Laxi. Mo Zai enjoyed the endless pleasure brought by the body of the Lord of Hunger and Thirst. Its desire was almost satisfied.
However, the Lord of Thirst's moist eyes suddenly widened, and in her eyes she reflected Fulgrim who was wailing in pain.

The blessing that belonged to Fulgrim was being burned, disappearing bit by bit in the warp.
His blessing had already eroded most of Fulgrim's body, turning him into an extension of his own power. Eliminating his blessing would be equivalent to killing Fulgrim once and for all.
At the last moment of satisfying his desire, Xia Laxi Mozai watched the Lord of Thirst stand up from his bed.
This is the first time since the end of the Great Crusade.
Zhou Yun's consciousness was intertwined in his two bodies.
In the cargo ship on the track, he stood in the dense forest of intertwined spirit bones, looking at the unicorn and the noble incarnation suppressed on the ground,

Zhou Yun just figured it out.

Why can't spirit bones be a machine?
Spirit bones can be used as weapons, and weapons are obviously machines.
Spirit bones can build houses, and the equipment used to build houses is obviously also machines.
The spirit valley can be transformed into a ship, which is obviously a machine.
Then the spirit bone is obviously also a machine. Although the spirit bone is pure subspace matter, no one stipulates that subspace matter cannot be a machine!

After the thought came to him, Zhou Yun controlled these spirit bones in an instant, and in turn overwhelmed the spirit bone-singer, controlling the unicorn and the sublime incarnation.

The noble incarnation, or rather the laughing god Xi Gaoqi who possessed the noble incarnation, smiled a self-deprecating smile.

"I didn't expect that I saved a Shadow Prophet, but I lost a Unicorn and an Avatar."

"I actually just want to talk to you about cooperation." Zhou Yun looked at the avatar with a smile and said, "Why don't you invite me to the Black Library to talk?" "No, that won't work. If I invite you, my brother Inard will be unhappy."

The Sublime Incarnation said with a grin:

"And every time you humans come to my Black Library, you never do anything good."

Zhou Yun was not surprised by Xi Gaoqi's rejection.
The Black Library is one of the last heritage of the Eldar and the key to the Eldar's turnaround and revival. Xi Gaoqi will naturally not open it to humans easily.

Just like humans would never allow aliens to go to the Golden Throne at will. Although it is difficult to say whether it is the Emperor on the throne who is in danger, or the aliens near the throne who are in danger.

If Xi Gaoqi agreed directly, Zhou Yun would suspect that he was up to something bad.

Although he is only the fourth of the four great liars in the galaxy, he also has a record of deceiving star gods and causing them to kill each other.

The Heart-Locking Scarab on Hilandri Veilwalker was indeed removed, but Zhou Yun never trusted the necromancy technology.

The Eldar and the Necromancer are old rivals, so they must have a way to deal with the Heart-Chasing Scarab.
He used another method to track down Hilandri Curtain Walker. Huh?
Zhou Yun vaguely sensed something and suddenly raised his head to look at the unicorn that was restrained in mid-air by the spirit bone.

The unicorn rolled his eyes, his body twitched, his face was full of madness and distortion,
The noble incarnation seemed to have sensed something, and took a breath of cold air in fear, trembling uncontrollably, as if he had seen the little beast that was his natural enemy.
Only Guilliman was a little confused and felt nothing.
The unicorn's body suddenly straightened up, her limbs twisted in strange postures, and the horns between her hair twisted and changed, gradually forming a crown of black and purple horns. Her jet-black hair was also dyed white and became curly.

At the same time, her body was also changing. The clown-like costume was peeling off like scales. Her body was twitching and became like a snake or a fish. Sticky and obscene liquid kept secreting from her pores, covering her skin exposed to the air and slowly solidifying into a purple veil.
This veil is not enough to cover the body, as if it was created only to arouse lust.

Finally, there was the enchanting mask with the face of Sin carved on it that the Unicorn wore. The mask blended with her flesh and blood, and gradually merged into her face, becoming her new appearance.

A face that cannot be described in words, a face that seems to contain thousands of beautiful things that the material universe cannot contain.
Pleasure,

A kind of spiritual joy arises from everything,

Whether it was the Avatar or Guilliman, even the unconscious wraiths, machines, the entire cargo ship, the air in the cargo ship, and the vacuum around the cargo ship, all felt happy.
A pleasant moan sounded in reality and in the subspace at the same time.
The "unicorn" gently stretched out her body, like a delicate girl who just woke up.
"Hello."

She smiled and looked at Zhou Yun:

"I am Slaanesh."

Zhou Yun's flesh and blood began to churn.

(End of this chapter)