Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 633 The Ultimate Delicious Invitation from the Great Demon Slaanesh

After clearing the Slaanesh followers around the landing site, Thomas headed into the darkness of the island.

A strange smell entered his nose.

Thomas followed the smell and looked toward the large pot.

The sizzling chunks of meat, emitting a strong aroma, mingled with the bloody smell of the thick broth.

In the Wizard's "Eye of Secrets," which cannot be closed, illusory images appear.

Crab-like claws tore through pale flesh.

The long, winding tongue coiled around the piece of meat and swallowed it into the wide-open mouth.

……

Thomas raised his hand, and his mind-machine servant raised the bedrock-type explosive gun, blasting the disgusting cauldron to pieces.

The road gradually widened, and the think tanks dispersed, using the "roar of the griffin" to purify the Slaanesh followers.

Thomas led his team straight to the center of the island, the place he felt was the most sinister.

Following the strong scent of musk, he saw a degenerate, androgynous creature.

His armor was magnificent and bizarre, far surpassing the technological level of his followers and the sea tribes.

One side of his chest was erect, while the other side remained flat.

He raised a strange weapon in his left hand, while his right arm was bent into a crescent hook.

The Slaanesh champion of the tribe let out a shriek and moved with the speed of the wind, instantly sweeping across the six bone staircases of the Moon Temple.

The "wizard" raised his hand and threw out thorns, petals, and leaves from Katachon. The thorns grew wildly larger, connecting the petals and leaves together.

Thorns entangled her bent legs, petals clung to her ornate leg armor, and leaves slipped into the crevices.

sizzle...

From inside the Slaanesh champion's belly came strange hissing sounds, and his belly swelled and burst like a balloon.

Amidst the explosions, the stomach, along with its undigested flesh and blood, intestines covered in granulation tissue, and other fleshy organs, merged with the magnificent armor.

The armor immediately sprouted strange, crescent-shaped sharp teeth, tearing apart the spells binding him.

Thomas raised his staff, and the patterns on the Hunter's Suit and the runes on the Mind Servant shone simultaneously.

He instantly ascended to the eighth level of Magnus's mental state that he had recently mastered.

Thomas learned from Hathor Matt, the curator of the "Thousand Sons" think tank, that most of the masters of various schools of thought stopped at this level in their lifetime.

Most of them, when fighting, simply maintain this level of mindset, transforming the surging warp tides into pure power.

A blinding golden light emanated from Thomas's throat, and the Slaanesh champion felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

As his deep green eyes closed slightly, he saw the sharp claws reaching out to grab him.

Slaanesh Champion suddenly opened his eyes wide and swung his right arm violently.

The crescent-shaped blade emitted a piercing shriek as it screeched as it struck the golden griffin's talons.

With a loud bang, golden light tore through the crescent blade, its momentum undiminished, and then engulfed the intertwined Slaanesh champion.

Thomas glanced around and, seeing that the think tanks had gained an advantage by relying on the "Griffin's Roar," turned his gaze to the blasphemous temple in front of him.

The "wizard's" gaze swept over human skin and skeletons, capturing the elements of this building that truly deserved to be called art.

Shining metal is crafted into different moon shapes: full moon, crescent moon...

At the same moment Thomas was examining the crescent-shaped metal structure, the Reigns Shadow approached the orbit of Serpent.

Ninglu stood before the holographic strategy table, gazing at Planet Six, which at this moment had just reached the fan-shaped region where the two stars intersected.

He sensed the energy surging and converging in the sea of ​​souls, and shifted his gaze to the video screen, where a remote detector captured an image:

Purple lightning pierced through the beautiful clouds.

Raindrops, shimmering with iridescent light, fall in a way that is both real and illusory, seemingly slow yet actually fast.

In the highest heavens, a bloated serpent with two heads and two tails let out an excited hiss.

His shriek pierced the curtain, turning the sky of Star Six into a transparent window to the subspace.

The purple light rippled like waves.

On multiple screens of the Shadow of Reigns, the ether readings were rapidly increasing.

Planets four, five, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and twelve simultaneously emitted ethereal light.

The beams of light, accumulated over millions of years, shot towards the serpent Alpha and the serpent Beta from different directions.

The fluctuations in ether spread into the real world.

The sapphire-blue twin stars, their burning light interspersed with purple specks.

The purple light grew brighter and brighter, and in an instant it transformed from bluish-purple to a blue enveloped in purple.

"Prepare for takeoff."

Ninglu knew that the entrance to the subspace would only form when a planet passed between the binary stars, and he could avoid that period. If his goal was merely to obtain the materials for transforming immortals, then that was indeed the case.

But what Nimrod wanted was the Cradle of the Serpents, the twelve precious Eldar virgin worlds.

The great demon Slaanesh, who is entrenched here, must be dealt with, and his connection with the twin stars must be severed.

Nimrod astutely noticed from the battle reports of the three planets that Slaanesh followers, Slaanesh horses, and other creatures were all associated with gluttony.

Based on his own memories, he had already guessed that the great demon Slaanesh, who occupied this place, must have been born from extreme gluttony.

Slaanesh represents all that is ultimate, and the six concentric rings surrounding Pleasure Palace each represent a different pursuit of the ultimate, from the outside in.

The outermost ring is greed, and the innermost ring is gluttony.

Nimrod, accompanied by Freddy the Black Wolf and John the Strong-Brained Cat, boarded the Volstonia Lightning Fighter.

Primarch's private pilot, Nelson, started the engine, and the black fighter jet shot off the deck like lightning, heading towards the purple light.

The "Catastrophe Priest" had a grim expression, and the shimmering purple light, though seemingly beautiful, actually resembled a terrifying maw.

The closer you get to the gaping maw, the more pronounced the piercing hiss becomes.

Suddenly, Nelson heard his father's command.

"Open the door and go back."

“Father, it is my duty to bring you to the surface.” The “Catastrophe Priest” tried his best to finish speaking as if it were normal.

“That’s enough,” the “Chaos Mentor” said in a deep voice. His “majesty” made Nelson, who was maintaining the third level of Thales’ mind, subconsciously obey his actions.

With a hiss of air pressure, the hatch opened.

The Primarch's eyes flickered with light and shadow as warp energy surged and converged into the real world.

He used telekinesis to envelop a wolf and a cat, and with one step, he had already traversed over a hundred kilometers.

The Primarch continued its journey, its trailing afterimage flashing past Nelson in the blink of an eye, as if it were walking through a long corridor.

The Primarch walked through the "Gate of Infinity" forged by the subspace energy surging into the real world, traversing tens of thousands of kilometers of void in an instant, reaching the surface of Planet Six.

The purple light shone on their bodies adorned with expensive gems, jewelry, and silk, as the demons proudly swayed.

The demons rubbed their sharp claws and swift pincers, greedily hovering around the Primarch, not daring to approach.

Golden light surged from the Primarch's throat, piercing the pale, soft skin of the thousands of demons nearby like needles through the exquisite leather decorations.

Roar!
Amidst the deafening roar, the golden light that obscured the entire nest pierced through the iridescent purple glow.

Tens of thousands of demons were torn to shreds amidst screams.

Ninglu flapped his wings and leaped into the air, rushing towards the rapidly forming creature.

He was sixty-six times the height of an average person, yet he seemed to be a creature of the vast ocean, compressing his body to make his home here.

In the etheric vision, there is no limit to his size.

A dazzling halo surrounded him, emanating a dizzying hallucinogenic fragrance.

The Primarch's gaze pierced through the false exterior, revealing his muscular body adorned with jewels, within which the souls of millions of victims were sealed.

On each of its two heads were triangular, blood-yellow eyes, staring intently at Ning Lu.

"Ninglu, you have taken my food." His two heads simultaneously uttered seductive whispers.

“But I won’t hate you because of this. I have a mutually beneficial proposal.”

“One of your brothers has been enjoying the ultimate in delicious food. He gained great power by devouring it.”

Upon hearing this, Ninglu instantly guessed that Slaanesh was referring to Hannibal.

"You and your offspring will obtain the ultimate deliciousness and immense power." The whispers rustled.

"You can not only devour flesh, but also savor the true ultimate delicacy: the soul of your enemy."

“Your souls will nourish you.”

As the great demon Slaanesh whispered, alluring visions bloomed all around like fireworks.

The Shadow of Order held the long, elegant Elven thigh in its hands, swallowing it greedily with a look of enjoyment on its face.

Ninglu picked up the green-skinned creature, which was as big as him, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed its head in one gulp.

As his body grew taller than his fingers, the plumpness of fresh oysters seemed to enter his soul, a transcendent deliciousness that brought joy to the soul.

A trickle of saliva escaped John's lips.

Freddy felt as if he were in a dream, as if he had returned to Terra and the moon, devouring beautiful dreams.

Nimrod instantly ascended to the third level of the Thelma state of mind, and John and Freddy, who were connected to him by mind, suddenly awoke, their eyes regaining their clarity.

As Freddy's eyes flashed with anger, Ning Lu spoke in a cold voice.

"I reject."

(End of this chapter)