Warhammer: Empire Reboot

[Probability of Terra's side demonic entity breaking through: Approaching zero.]

In other words, the demon that had been trapped beneath the Golden Throne for ten thousand years was indeed released.

However, there was a huge arrow standing at the entrance.

Terra, this road is blocked.

Want to get out? All of you, get the hell out of here in Comoros.

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Beyond the Supreme Throne Sanctuary of the Black Heart Royal Court, Comoros has become a furnace that devours flesh and soul.

On the swarm data screen floating in front of the throne, the value of the subspace energy reserve is increasing at an exaggerated rate.

Just then, a static force field cracked open in the void, and dozens of slender and graceful phantoms emerged from the crack one after another.

Leading the way were Ash Velos and Salasien Thousand Strings.

Behind them followed thirty-seven high-ranking Slaanesh demons of various shapes and sizes.

These chaotic behemoths, who would have caused the destruction of the world in the ordinary mortal world, have now compressed their terrifying true forms, which are tens of meters tall, into the most perfect and beautiful shells in the real universe.

Some were draped in nearly transparent, cicada-wing-colored purple gauze, their skin as flawless as cold jade, their feet bare, and bone bells woven from the nerve fibers of the Spirit Clan tied around their ankles.

Some wore elaborate Baroque black and gold gowns, with several living eyes still turning and flowing with tears of ecstasy embedded in their towering breastplates.

Others have faces as pure as temple saintesses.

Their beauty surpassed the limits of material reality.

Ash strode forward with elegant cat-like steps, her dark dress swaying at her ankles. She walked straight to the left side of the throne steps, naturally bent her knees and knelt down, gently pressing half of her beautiful cheek against the edge of Lawson's boots.

Qianxian, completely lacking the composure of a great demon, cheered and pounced to the right side of the throne.

Like a little fox finally waiting for its master to return home, she clung to Lawson's kneecaps with both hands, raised her exquisite and bewitching face, and kept rubbing her head against Lawson's thigh.

The thirty-seven Slaanesh demons following behind also knelt prostrate on the marble floor tiles.

A chorus of sweet, delicate voices rang out from inside the main hall as people began to pay their respects.

"Greetings, Master..."

"Paying homage to the great Sovereign..."

Thirty-seven great demons knelt on the ground. Some lowered their heads and tidied their clothes, some lightly touched the ground with their fingertips coated with highly poisonous nail polish, and others looked at each other through thin veils, whispering and laughing.

Just then, one of the great demons kneeling in the second row raised his head.

The great demon had an extremely alluring, exotic face, with striking deep purple eyeshadow at the corners of his eyes, and a beating heart strung together with a chain of mithril hanging from his collarbone.

She blinked her watery eyes and complained, almost in a coquettish tone, "Master, you were far too rough this time."

She curled her red lips slightly: "You've turned the whole of Comoros into a stinking sewer. Just a few days ago, people finally managed to select a few high-quality governors at the Thousand Bones Arena, whose suspicion and arrogance had been fermenting for three hundred years. They were planning to slowly marinate them with the Blissful Punishment, but then a bloodthirsty monster crashed down from the ceiling and crushed them into meat patties!"

She rubbed her chest, looking heartbroken: "Those ill-mannered beasts ruined all the ingredients, leaving us sisters without a decent, high-class meal for the past few days. We've been stuck on the roof, starving..."

On his throne, Lawson looked down at the group of beautiful and alluring Slaanesh, a cold smile on his face: "You've been eating and drinking for free in this dark city for over a decade, and you really think Comoros is your own backyard?"

Qianxian's eyes darted around, and she immediately seized the opportunity to kick someone when they were down, cursing viciously, "That's right! A bunch of brainless idiots! The master gives you scraps to eat, that's a gift from the master! Don't you even take a piss and look at yourselves in the mirror? The master is in charge of the overall situation of the entire galaxy, and you bunch of greedy bastards dare to complain that the food doesn't suit your taste? If you ask me, I should stuff you all into a black hole and let you taste what a sensory deprivation of emptiness is like!"

Ash, on the left, half-closed his eyes and sneered, "You've spent tens of thousands of years in the Lord of Pleasure's demon palace, and you haven't even learned the most basic ability to read people. Your master's will is the only measure in this star sea. If he tells you to eat meat, you eat meat; if he tells you to gnaw on bones, you gnaw on bones. If you say an extra word, it makes your brains seem even more barren than those of orcs."

After being scolded by Ash and Qianxian, the Great Demon who had just been complaining shrank back and quickly lowered his head even further.

However, the figure kneeling at the very end of the line straightened up.

It was a great demon dressed in a long robe with alternating white and dark pink stripes.

Compared to her companions who were extremely revealing and alluring, her attire even seemed a bit too conservative and plain.

Her long black hair fell simply over her shoulders, her face was beautiful and otherworldly, and she even had a sense of tranquility that was out of place with the chaotic demons.

Her clear gaze met Lawson's on the throne: "Ash and Sister Qianxian's scolding is certainly justified, and the master's will is supreme. However... there is something I don't understand."

Lawson raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.

Suya the Great Demon smiled slightly: "Master is now using the Terra Demon Tide to guide the flow and cooperate with the Imperial Fleet to cleanse the scorched earth. However, Comoros is, after all, the breeding ground that has maintained most of the remaining ecology of the Ancient Spirits in the Network Path."

She extended a slender, green finger, pointing to the constantly crumbling floating island outside: "If you continue killing like this, within three months, the ancient bloodline of the Comoros will be extinguished, and tens of thousands of cloning furnaces and gene banks will be reduced to ashes in the flames of war. The ponds will dry up, and all the fish will die... Once this batch of demons and Eldar has been completely harvested by you, for the next ten thousand years, the entire starry sea will never find another pasture that can stably provide this kind of top-tier emotional nourishment."

She bowed slightly, her eyes sparkling: "To drain the pond to catch all the fish is not the act of a wise ruler. To destroy the entire Dark City for a mere momentary energy feast... I humbly believe that Master's actions are inappropriate."

However, after hearing these words, Lord Lawson, who was on the throne, simply stared quietly at the elegant great demon.

A moment later, he suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

Lawson's smile faded as he looked down at the pale-clad figure below the steps, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Lady Thirst... the true form of Slaanesh!!"

"What great interest, what refined leisure!"

"I originally thought that you would at most secretly send down a tiny divine thought clone along the network to spy on us for a few moments."

"I never expected this... One of the four great Chaos Gods actually smuggled his original consciousness over here intact, traveling thousands of miles to kneel before my throne and call me master?"

Lawson scoffed contemptuously: "Instead of sitting on the throne of the Demon Palace in the Warp, you come here to be a docile and obedient bitch for humans... Lord of Pleasure, your peculiar fetish for pursuing the ultimate sensory stimulation is as unique and despicable as ever."

boom!

The moment those words were spoken, the marble floor of the entire hall seemed to freeze in ice!

Qianxian and Ash, kneeling at Lawson's feet, felt their hair stand on end.

The great demon, whose appearance was elegant and refined, slowly lost his docile demeanor after hearing Lawson reveal his identity.

"Giggle...giggle giggle..."

A strange laugh, ethereal yet instantly disintegrating into countless overlapping tones of men, women, and children, rippled from the depths of her throat.

Her movements were as graceful as a queen inspecting a kingdom. She raised her eyes, which had turned into a pure pinkish-purple abyss of ether, and laughed heartily, her long hair swaying with her laughter: "Oh dear... I was seen through at a glance."

"I thought they had disguised themselves perfectly this time, even mimicking that humble and submissive servant mentality so realistically... Lord Lawson, couldn't you pretend not to know and play this forbidden master-servant game with them a little longer?"

She raised her slender hand, covered her lips, and chuckled softly: "Really... overly perceptive males often ruthlessly shatter all the carefully prepared surprises during the most wonderful foreplay stage... It's really not fun at all."

The words had barely left his mouth when a sudden change occurred!

The remaining thirty-six stunningly beautiful demonic beings kneeling around the main hall, their perfect bodies, constructed from highly concentrated subspace energy and flesh, withered, turned black, and turned to sand like flower petals that had been drained of moisture!

"Click...sizzle..."

The skins of the thirty-six great demons disintegrated, transforming into thirty-six viscous, solid, deep purple torrents of primordial divinity, which poured into the pure white body in the center like rivers flowing into the sea!

Devour! Merge! Unify!

At this moment, the gravity of the entire hall was reversed, the geometric rules of reality melted away like candles, and the air was filled with supreme divine power that could make all life on the planet fall!

The originally slender and elegant form began to ascend to a higher dimension.

His clothes shattered into a void divine robe woven from countless struggling souls, and four slender arms covered with flawless, crystal-clear skin and end with pure gold barbs tore out from the void. A crown forged from the pure laws of desire rose above his head.

That face constantly transformed in the eyes of every witness into the ultimate illusion that they most desired, feared, and succumbed to in their hearts!

Slaanesh, the supreme master of pleasure in the matter and warp universe, the absolute ruler of the Dark Six Rings, his will descends at this moment!

"Clang!"

"Guard the boss!!"

Er Gou, standing behind the throne, unleashed a deafening battle roar!

The Claw of Horus on his right arm overloaded, and dark golden arcs of lightning exploded like a raging dragon. His massive body transformed into a sonic boomerang, and he stood with his sword in front of the throne!

Three Dogs, Mastiff-04, and eighteen Primarch-level Guardians completed their combat stances within the same microseconds. Heavy bomb guns were loaded, plasma blades tore through the void, and pure force field shields formed a wall of adamantite!

They were fixated on the indescribable Chaos God in front of them!

However, at the center of that world-destroying divine power that almost crushed the dimensions of reality, Lawson simply pressed down in the void: "Put the gun away, don't be nervous."

The figure, formed by the convergence of thirty-seven stunningly beautiful demons, stretched out in the void with an indescribable elegance and eeriness.

With each breath He took, the physical constants of the entire temple distorted as if melting wax.

The youngest of the four Chaos Gods, yet the one most adept at arousing the desires of all living beings, Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, stood leisurely a few feet in front of the throne.

Ash Velos and Salasien Qianxian were dumbfounded.

Thirty-seven companions who had roamed the streets and alleys of Comoros with them over the past decade or so, tasted the souls of governors together in the arena, and even occasionally tore each other apart and plotted against each other for a superior offering... were actually, from beginning to end, a fragment of the will personally sent down by their supreme creator!

This was not a gathering of colleagues at all, but a shadow play personally directed and performed by the Lord God!

Qianxian's graceful body, draped in light gauze, trembled.

Slaanesh's eyes, which flowed with an endless abyss of pink and purple ether, moved down and landed on the two great demons at the feet of the throne.

A motherly smile curved his lips: "Look at you two, so pathetic, my good children... what are you afraid of?"

"Don't worry, you have signed a ten-thousand-year master-servant contract with this Lord of the Seal. Before the contract expires, as the mother who gave you life, I will naturally not break the rules and extinguish your flames."

A chillingly cruel smile flickered deep within His narrow fox eyes: "However, ten thousand years may be a long time for mortals, but for us, it's just the time it takes for a ball in the Demon Palace to spin a few beats. When the time comes, I will personally descend and, with the finest scalpel, peel your skin off inch by inch from your heads, hanging it on the most conspicuous archway of the Temple of Pleasure, so that every passing demon can hear the wailing music you make as you dry."

"Ow!!"

Qianxian let out a whimper and, using both hands and feet, scrambled and crawled into the shadowy crevice beneath the throne of Lord Lawson, burying her face in the dust.

Ash also nimbly shrank back, squeezing into the corner under the throne right next to Qianxian, wishing she could shrink herself into a pebble that was insignificant.

Lord Lawson sat atop his towering throne, looking down at the Chaos God before him, who radiated an alluring divine power: "Have you had your fill of showing off?"

Lawson spoke coldly: "The Lord of Pleasure, you sneaked into the real universe in your true form just to scare two domesticated pets under my throne? What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're itching for a beating and came all this way begging me to teach you a lesson."

"Giggle..."

Seneca covered her lips and let out a burst of coquettish laughter that made her tremble.

His ethereal divine robes billowed open with laughter: "Why be so cold, Lord Seal Bearer? Don't tell me... if you're really interested, I wouldn't mind letting you teach me a lesson. Having slumbered in this cold and barren galaxy for tens of thousands of years, you are the one who has made my heart race the most in these dozens of eras."

Slaanesh took a half-step forward, his eyes gleaming with an almost morbid resentment: "To be honest, seeing you treat that ancient Eldar in the depths of Terra's palace like a precious treasure, I'm insanely jealous. That boring, wooden beauty Isha knows nothing of ultimate pleasure. All she can offer you is monotonous, dull vitality and healing. Unlike me… if you wish, I can transform into any extreme form you can imagine. I wonder if I have the honor of joining in your little pleasures with her? I assure you, I'm much more fun than her, and much more… fun to play with."

Lawson's eyes darkened.

The gravitational constant within a radius of 100 meters centered on the throne was rewritten!

"Looks like you really enjoy playing games." Lawson's lips curled into a cold smile. "Since you're so interested, I'll play a big game with you today."

"I've heard that when you were first born in the Warp, your single, piercing cry wiped out the vast majority of life in the ancient Eldar empire. I've always been curious: can a living god, stripped of the etheric support in the real universe... truly remain forever in this cold, material crust?!"