Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The Lord of Space had met Tartarus once. Shortly after he entered the Arcane Universe, the Lord of Space sensed a sleeping, eternal being and went to investigate.

After that, the King of Space saw a golden "Land of Light" and was immediately amazed. He thought the people of the Land of Light had great aesthetic sense, which suited his taste perfectly.

Without a doubt, this is a land of light that has a great eye for aesthetics.

With this thought in mind, the King of Space entered the kingdom, nearly waking the King Absolut, who was in a slumbering state.

Although he ultimately escaped the elbow strike of the sleeping King Absolut, he was still hunted down by Tartarus and the Titans, thus beginning his ill-fated relationship with them.

But that's all in the past.

At this moment, the King of Space could only sigh, "I never imagined we'd be paired together."

Tartarus, who was always serious and never smiled, did not respond to his words, but instead looked at the distant realm that was constantly emitting decadent music.

Tartarus was extremely cautious, clearly knowing that the kingdom's strength alone did not offer much of a chance against that Chaos God. Although he had experience fighting against the King of Ultra and was confident that he could contend with an existence of that level, he could not win.

The monsters and demons under Longbo's command quickly slashed through the palace, layer after layer, annihilating countless demons and wreaking havoc in this world of debauchery.

At that very moment, the Keepers of the Secret, amplified by divine and warp powers under the command of Prince Pleasure, gradually emerged.

Seeing this, Tartarus knew that it was time for the kingdom's warriors to make their move.

Although Tartarus knew that even without the help of their kingdom and the two Kingdoms of Light, the fate of this war would not change.

But as the kingdom's highest commander, having agreed to participate in the war, he will naturally go all out.

"Good luck."

Tartarus addressed the Lord of the Space, then descended, officially entering this physical realm created by the power of the Chaos Gods.

The King of Space watched Tartarus depart, smiled but said nothing. He was, of course, absolutely confident in dealing with this debauched fellow.

The outcome of a battle against other Chaos Gods might be uncertain, but the King of Space felt no psychological pressure facing this one.

In other words, he's a professional at elbowing this indulgent and pleasure-seeking thing.

After all, before he completely broke up with the four scumbags in his world, he had plenty of fun in that blissful and indulgent world.

When the King of Space stepped into the palace of Prince Salis, the succubus maidens who should have been always by his side were nowhere to be seen.

Some were left with only a pink space constructed of chaotic power, in which a young figure stood quietly.

This manifested form of the Chaos God possessed extreme beauty, its gender indiscernible at first glance, and it faced the Space King who approached with heavy footsteps.

His young and beautiful face displayed a breathtakingly beautiful smile, and the entire palace was filled with luxurious and rich incense. A pale purple mist swirled around, gently veiling his intoxicating smile.

A series of ethereal laughs seemed to rise from the depths of my heart like dolphins leaping from the ocean, amplifying the pleasure throughout my body, as if gently caressing me with my soft fingers.

Debauched music filled the air, joyful dances began, and illusory figures seeking pleasure moved about, gently obscuring His smile and every expression.

The King of Space took in all of this, a smile of interest appearing on his face. He then walked up to the physical form of the Prince of Pleasure, sword in hand.

The Prince of Joy gazed at the face before him that was exactly the same as the one cursed, his slender eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze shimmering with a watery light.

Even knowing that the man before her was incredibly dangerous and possessed the power to kill her, the thought of teetering on the edge of danger in pursuit of ultimate pleasure overshadowed her dangerous warnings.

The King of Space's gaze grew increasingly meaningful. For this god who loved excitement and sensual pleasure, the most effective way to restrain him was through temptation.

Indeed, even gods, who are adept at tempting people to indulge in pleasure, find it difficult to resist unique temptations.

For the Prince of Pleasure, it was something he simply couldn't refuse when a being with the power to kill him showed a desire to explore pleasure with him.

The dangerous yet extremely stimulating experience of seeking pleasure with an entity capable of killing oneself is enough to give this lustful god the ultimate pleasure.

He had never enjoyed, nor was he able to resist, such temptation.

He did not resist such temptation.

The Space King's plan was a success, but he was not surprised by it; it was an expected outcome.

But if anyone were to ask him why he knew so much about how to kill the Prince of Pleasure, he could only reply that it was inappropriate for children and he couldn't say.

...

The events that occurred at the sixth ring of Slaanesh were not shown throughout the entire Chaos world, but almost all the apex beings paused for a moment, meaning that they were not unaware of what had happened inside.

At this moment, the remaining three Chaos Gods clearly knew that the Lord of Pleasure was doomed.

They all knew that the Prince of Pleasure would not be able to withstand the intense shock of being on the verge of death, and that his final decision would only be to have a good time before he died.

The battle between Noah and the Lord of the Brass Throne resumed quickly after a brief stalemate, without any dazzling displays of color.

Both sides poured their energy into the intense clashes of their bodies and weapons, delivering brutal blows and flashing blades, striving for the ultimate close combat.

"... "

Within that crystal labyrinth woven with endless magic and intrigue.

The Lord of All Changes manifests as an abstract phantom, toying with several young warriors amidst cryptic chuckles and endless schemes.

The new generation of warriors, now in their strongest forms, looked utterly pathetic under His toying.

Even though their power in their strongest forms reached near-godlike levels, the enemies they had faced were all powerful monsters and cosmic evil gods capable of bringing annihilation to multiple universes.

But they had never faced a chaotic evil god as enigmatic as the Lord of Myriad Changes, whose every sound and every subtle detail contained endless conspiracies.

Moreover, His magical power and manipulation of fate caused them great headaches, made them extremely uncomfortable, and left them feeling overwhelmed.

Although the various adversaries they had faced before were incredibly destructive, at least they possessed physical forms that they could fight.

But the opponent before them was completely different. He gave these new generation warriors no chance to use their preferred fighting methods, but instead used his own expertise in intrigue and magic to continuously disrupt them.

The Lord of Changes chuckled as he toyed with these young warriors who possessed near-divine power.

Then a figure radiating golden light, enveloped in raging flames, stepped into this endless crystal labyrinth. This sudden change brought the laughter of the Lord of Change to an abrupt halt.

The phantom of the Lord of Myriad Changes stared in astonishment at the middle-aged man in golden armor with a dignified face, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Impossible... How could you possibly..."

He looked into the distance and felt a chill run down his spine: the dark sun had disappeared without him noticing, and a demonic army composed of flames and skeletons was raging across all areas.

When His gaze returned, the reborn Lord of Mankind had already raised a sharp blade, his eyes burning with fierce flames.

"This attack is for Horus."

Under the watchful eyes of many new-generation warriors, the blade in his hand slowly slashed down, and brilliant flames, carrying the destructive power, bloomed in the crystal labyrinth.

...

While everything was proceeding at a feverish pace, the iron hooves of the eight-legged behemoth had already entered the stinking garden reeking of decay.

With each step of its iron hooves, it reversed the decaying land filled with the stench of corruption and swamps. Longbo's power extended with the iron hooves, revealing a beautiful jungle, full of birdsong and fragrant flowers.

Behind Him, countless enormous silhouettes, like endless mountains, followed the advance of the iron hooves: powerful fungal monsters, twisted and ferocious demons, giants the size of mountains, and a few Ultraman.

Longbo led his most elite army, led by priests, through the depths of the garden.

The master of the realm of corruption and plague did not send his subjects out to fight like other gods, but instead stayed by his side.

He stirred the thick soup, which had a bluish-green hue, and his decaying, white eyes revealed a loving gaze as he unhesitatingly bestowed blessings upon his offspring, like a benevolent father.

The golden ship repairman, smelling the stench, instinctively recalled unpleasant memories, and his stomach churned.

"yue!"

The stench reminded it of what Hakiber had eaten, and it couldn't understand why Hakiber would choose such a smelly opponent.

But soon, a subtle change occurred in its eerie vertical pupils. It turned to look at Hakiber, wondering if this guy was planning another barbecue...

It pondered that it had guessed what Longbo was thinking, and its already pale horse face turned even paler, its eyes flashing with despair and helplessness.

But Longbo clearly ignored the golden ship's helplessness, gesturing for it to continue forward, deeper into this forest that lies between vitality and death.

As He ventured deeper, His iron hooves trod into the plague-ridden swamp. Bubbles rose from the rotting mud, releasing gray-green viral gases into the air. Countless flies and insects inhabited the withered trees, and plump maggots wriggled on the arm-like trunks, creating a harmonious scene.

This scene filled the Golden Ship with dread, making him feel nauseous several times.

Longbo's gaze continued to extend until he saw the bloated figure sitting cross-legged deep in the garden.

The gentlest and most benevolent father among the chaotic gods appeared before Longbo.

His body resembled a rotten, bloated giant, covered in festering sores, with Nurgle wriggling occasionally emerging from his bluish-black and pink flesh.

He raised his swollen arms, from which thick pus dripped into the dark green soup, from countless ruptured abscesses and festering gangrenous wounds. But He remained unmoved, still stirring the enormous cauldron before him with a loving smile.

When Longbo arrived, He gently raised his hand and smiled kindly, as if he were facing not an enemy, but a good friend with whom he could get along harmoniously.

Of course, it would be even better if His gaping maw didn't contain a sea of ​​writhing maggots, and if, amidst the piles of fat, there weren't rotting organs and pus flowing from between the gaping fangs.

Seeing this, the Golden Ship turned its head blankly, looked at Longbo's face, and asked in confusion, as if to ask, "How can you even eat this?"

Longbo was also stunned for a moment upon seeing this, a barely perceptible hesitation flashing in his eyes before he fell into a deathly silence.

But He quickly cast that hesitation aside; after all, he was already here…

Chapter 258 Clean and Hygienic

In this realm where decay and vitality coexist, everything has been transformed since Longbo's arrival. Large areas have shed their rotten and foul appearance and transformed into lush forests.

This vibrant, fresh-air world, filled with the fragrance of herbs, made the chaotic demons of this realm feel extremely uncomfortable.

They were already adapted to all that was corrupt, and although the forest contained no less vitality than before, they still preferred the old way of life.

Therefore, faced with such a dramatic change, these bloated and corrupt demons and fallen mortals showed considerable anger, even towards those divine subjects whose bodies were as large as mountains, they displayed astonishing malice.

Of course, their remaining rationality also made them quite sensible, and they did not show the slightest malice towards the chaotic god riding the eight-legged beast.

The Chaos army under Nurgle didn't even dare to cast a single, insignificant glance at that unfamiliar god, instinctively wanting to ignore Him.

However, the mighty gods are not beings that they can simply ignore.

Lunapoleon merely sat behind the golden ship, yet the multiple layers of laws he displayed sent chills down the spines of the Nurgle army.

It possesses a life law that is in no way inferior to that of a benevolent father, a vengeful authority that far surpasses that of Maris, the Lord of Revenge and Destruction, and a time-space law that even the Lord of Change cannot help but take seriously.

The impact of Longbo on the warp demons and even the Chaos Gods was particularly significant, making them extremely wary.

The two magnificent, manifested divine entities did not immediately join the battle; instead, they appeared at opposite ends of the realm, examining each other.

Nurgle could clearly perceive the power of order emanating from Lancelot, and finally understood that, as a Chaos God, he could coexist peacefully with the gods of order and even invite them to this subspace.

The Chaos God before him bore evidence of the existence of multiple Chaos Gods from the Order side, and a few strands of sorrow appeared on the face of the manifested Nurgle.

The two Order-side deities radiating dazzling light in the distance correspond to four beings. Moreover, there is more than one deity active in a mechanical style, which makes Nurgle unusually worried.