I am the magnetic field maniac

Even these merry indulgences were not enough to attract his attention to the dilapidated and ruined temples and halls.

He stopped at a sanctuary, not because there were so many acts of depravity and pleasure here that attracted his attention...

But it was because of the illusory shadow singing elegy among the ruins in this dilapidated temple.

A dreamlike mist enveloped her, her long hair like silver stars slowly fell down, and her beautiful face was shrouded in confusion, but it was just the remnant of the old shadow.

Bai Wujie raised his head and suddenly discovered that Slaanesh's Palace of Pleasure was actually built based on the Pantheon of the former Eldar.

Or rather, she had been living in this ruin that He had conquered, enjoying the joy of victory.

Most of the sanctuaries and throne rooms outside the hall had once been decorated with richness and splendor, but now all that remained was gone except for the lingering scent of past revelry.

Bai Wujie should not have stopped, because his character would not allow him to pay attention to some losers from the ancient past.

However, a spark of inspiration led him to the illusion of Lilith, the former goddess of the elves.

He seemed to have said something, he seemed to have exchanged something, but even Slaanesh, the master of this place, didn't know what Bai Wujie had gotten.

He soon left the temple, passing through other temple sanctuaries that had once been the eldar gods, leaving these conquered ruins behind.

So, he quickly passed through the countless twisted and corrupted outer layers and entered the inner circle, the place of Slaanesh's meditation.

91. Final Trial: Perfection

Surrounding Slaanesh's chambers is a vast circular hall known as the Temple of Twisted Mirrors.

Here, every surface is covered with mirrors, reflecting each other to infinity. Once a place of meditation for Slaanesh, the mirrors distort the viewer's image in every imaginable way, reflecting them as angelic beings of pure purity in some cases, and as the darkest incarnations in others.

When a mortal gazes into one of these mirrors, he or she sees himself or herself reflected again and again until his or her form and soul are no longer visible, witnessing countless iterations of the self.

It eventually turned into a screaming mirage that was trapped inside... and this made people involuntarily think of Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.

Perhaps Slaanesh's inner chambers were built according to Tzeentch's labyrinth... He once peeked at every side of himself in front of these infinitely refracting mirrors, admired all his own paintings, and went crazy in the joy of self-admiration!

But now, there is nothing here.

The Prince of Darkness is destined to be a creature who gets bored easily and easily. He will always pursue the things he desires without stopping. The more he is rejected, the more excited he becomes in the pursuit. But once he gets what he wants, he will quickly lose interest.

In this respect, He is quite similar to Khorne.

Bai Wujie stepped into this distorted mirror temple, and in an instant, he saw countless selves distorted in these mirrors.

He saw himself indulging in the Tianwu killing way, slaughtering the entire fucking universe as an invincible and terrifying god of killing!

He saw himself failing under the test of the Almighty and accomplishing nothing.

He saw himself who had not chosen to confront his father and brother and ended up in obscurity.

he saw...

What these distorted mirrors project is reality, what Bai Wujie would have imagined if he had made a choice in countless world lines.

He looked at himself, the future, the past and the present!

This time, he stayed for a long time.

Looking at his future and past, peeking at everything he could possibly be, made him emotional, and also made him even more...hungry.

Swallow it all, swallow them, swallow all of your future and past!

The whispers of temptation appeared again silently, Slaanesh had already glimpsed into Bai Wujie's deepest desires!

Become almighty, become the master of the universe, become the most perfect being!

He wants to destroy and swallow up all his imperfections, destroy those failed selves, and those imperfect selves on the world line. He wants to become the only existence in the multiverse, and become an absolutely perfect cosmic power!

This is why Bai Wujie can come here, his greatest desire, his only desire!

And this is undoubtedly under the control of Slaanesh.

The "desire" he possesses is not just as shallow as mere pleasure. Everything that is pursued in this world is controlled by Slaanesh.

He draws strength from the desperate comfort of Nurgle's followers, nourishment from the killing release of Khorne's followers... and pleasure from the intellectual superiority brought by the conspiracy of Tzeentch's followers.

Therefore, people always say that the Lord of Joy and the Prince of Darkness are the most powerful Chaos Evil Gods in the future.

Bai Wujie clenched his hands slightly, and Wu and the Crazy Giant Shark appeared in his palms again.

And then, he began to dance wildly, using his sword and strength to smash these illusory mirrors and shatter all the world lines that made him dissatisfied!

"Yes, that's how it should be, you should pursue true perfection!!"

Slaanesh screamed in joy as he watched Bai Wujie frantically smash the mirrors that represented his other possibilities... and watched him take a step without hesitation in pursuit of perfection and power!

The Trial of Slaanesh has officially begun.

Bai Wujie knew it, and Slaanesh knew it too, that this was a fight, just like the fight between Bai Wujie and Khorne.

If he surrenders, Slaanesh will gain an unprecedented Everchosen, and if White Unbound wins... he will prove that his soul has taken another giant step towards transformation.

Let’s put aside those useless thoughts. For Bai Wujie, what he needs to do now is to face the desires and limitations of his own heart and pursue the sublimation of his soul.

kill! !

The realm of Slaanesh fell silent, just as the Chaos Wastes of Khorne had once been.

The Prince of Darkness is focusing all his attention on his future Eternal Chosen, and that bottomless desire seems to swallow everything...to Slaanesh, it attracts Him more than any pleasure.

Although he also pursues perfection, he is more pure and determined than Fulgrim. He is not an arrogant dreamer, but walks towards his goal unswervingly.

Is there any greater desire than trying to become a power that transcends the universe?

Slaanesh would certainly be intoxicated by such sweet and pure desire.

Just like when He made a deal with the cursed one, He was infatuated with that man's ambition and aspirations.

A goal that is so huge that it is almost impossible to achieve, and conversely, the happiness that comes from achieving that goal will be unparalleled!

Burning, pure and crazy, Slaanesh was obsessed with it, and did everything he could to satisfy the man he "loved".

Slaanesh's concentration caused the entire Slaanesh Chaos Realm to fall into silence... and this also led to Khorne, who had lost his checks and balances, successfully suppressing Tzeentch, who was his enemy.

But who says that all this was not within Tzeentch's expectations?

Anyway, no matter what kind of change it is, the Lord of Change wants to see it... and now that he has tied up the power of Khorne in his crystal maze, he has created an opportunity for Nurgle to return to its peak power.

An opportunity to invade the real universe and take away a Primarch!

With the screams of the god of death, the star torch that guides the real universe was disturbed, and with the help of Tzeentch's little trick...

The warp storms that enveloped the five hundred worlds of Ultramar blocked all news from reaching them.

And just before that, Tzeentch's plan had already been successful.

He guided the Blackheart King Huron to leave the Great Vortex and invade the Cliff Mountain Star Sector, but the failed invasion left Huron seriously injured.

Before he died, Tzeentch saved him and sent him away from Chogris... and in return, the Red Corsairs of Huron would come out in full force to help the Death Guard and the Word Bearers achieve their goals.

Even earlier, Mortarion had contacted Lorgar through Erebus, who was meditating on Sicarus while hiding from the crow that was chasing him outside.

Mortarion invited him to join him in the attack on Macragge, and Lorgar readily agreed to such an invitation. Although he could not interpret the oracles of the gods, Lorgar was keen to cause trouble for Guilliman.

Of course, it is not just that. The reason why Lorgar is willing to act in this way is also due to the help from the Wizard Star.

Magnus personally set out, and under the command of the Lord of Change, he and Carlos, the Weaver of Fate, went to Sicarus...

They suppressed Corax, who had awakened his Primarch's essence, in the planet surrounded by constant Warp storms.

They could not kill the Raven King, and he would be able to escape even if Mortarion and Lorgar came together.

But it doesn't matter, Magnus's mission is just to tie Corax down there.

And seeing that the Lord of Change had created such a good opportunity for him... Lorgar, deeply impressed by the sincere cooperation among the gods, chose to believe Mortarion, and ordered Erebus and Kor Phaeron to lead all the Word Bearers to attack the Five Hundred Worlds.

By this point, a web of conspiracy had been woven against Macragge and Guilliman above.

For this reason, the plan of the Thirteenth Black Crusade even had to be postponed - because in the eyes of Tzeentch and the gods, Abaddon, the clown performing for them, was no longer good enough to deal with the changes in the physical universe that would follow.

It's time to start a new game on the real chessboard and transfer the game chips to a higher level.

The Lord of Change seems to play the role of a person who is keen to help his colleagues - yes, he does that.

But who knows what the final result will be?

In the boundless crystal maze, the evil smile of the Lord of Change spreads in the sky through the water wall with endless refraction. Tzeentch has already made his own plan and once again completed his visit to the chessboard of everything.

Will he be the final winner? Maybe, or maybe he will fail again just when he is about to succeed.

But it doesn’t matter. Since it is changing, don’t chase the results.

But no matter what, at this moment, a green cloud has covered the sky above Macragge.

92. Blackhearted King Huron

Blood is flowing

But it does not flow where the evolution of life determined it should flow... in the blood vessels. Instead, it flows through metals that are gradually corroded by unpreventable oxidation reactions.

The blood flowed downwards, where it meandered after being violently released from its own flesh and blood prison, the boiling plasma flowing through the transformed areas and then sinking into a nothingness.

Once, Luft Huron was Chapter Master of the Astral Claws. Once, he was a Space Marine warrior who stood tall among his fellows, the epitome of nobility and integrity in the galaxy, at least that part of the galaxy that these warriors stood behind the shield of their bodies... their minds and their weapons.

Once, Huron, at least in his own way, believed in the Imperium of Man and the Emperor, and the duty of his Chapter.

Believe in the destiny of mankind, and contribute all your strength to the unity and peace of the Great Vortex.

However, the Empire has only a slight tolerance for behavior outside of what its rules allow.

Tools that fail to fully perform their duties are discarded;

But if it was a tool like Luft Huron that was too powerful to be easily destroyed, he would still be abandoned by the Empire... or destroyed by the insects on the High Lords' Council.

The problem is, of course, those abandoned tools will not necessarily be swallowed up by this cold universe, they will return to the Empire...

But when they returned to the Empire, their bodies, wills and weapons were no longer shields for the Empire, but swords aimed at its heart.

There are too many renegade chapters that were once honorable and noble, but because of the inhuman High Lords and the Inquisition that was wary of dividing them and abandoning and attacking them, they eventually turned their backs on the Empire.

They deserve it.

Because if even the strong people who protect this empire cannot get a good result, then the destruction of this organization is justified.

The Blackhearted King Huron looked around and saw death and endless chaos.

Inside his chest, his heart no longer beats, all hearts...

Even all the dark machines that could be used to sustain one's life have turned into nothingness.

They fell in Chogolis, at Huron's most proud and joyful moment.

The moment he thought he had conquered the homeworld of a Primarch, the moment he thought he had trampled upon the homeland of a former Legion.

The white lightning that raced across the green grassland pierced his blade into Huron's body.

He had slaughtered his own Tyrant Guard in a split second, and crushing Huron's heart in a split second was a trivial matter in comparison.

The only thing keeping Huron alive was the warp energy that filled his heart.

That feeling is not good, very bad.

When he only had two hearts, every beat of his heart would make him feel extremely sticky...

And when he must move, the mechanical implants in his body make him work even more disgustingly to restore his half-necrotic flesh to a state of coordinated operation.

And these were souvenirs of the events of the House of Thorns: reminders of how the Empire treated those who dared to question its unjust system.

And now, relying on the power of the subspace to stay alive feels many times worse than relying on machines.

You can never predict how the Warp will change you; it defies logic, reason, and science.

Perhaps Luft Huron might have been changed.

Perhaps his blood is no longer human blood, and even those things that can still be called human have been replaced by something disgusting.

All this made Huron sick, extremely disgusted.

But he still had to live, he had to live like this. Huron didn't want to die, he wanted to live, live more freely - most importantly, he had to take revenge on the empire that had betrayed him!

If it weren't for his strong desire to survive, Huron on the House of Thorns would not have held on for so long and asked his brothers to take him back.

If it weren't for such a strong desire for revenge, Huron would not have made a wish to the Chaos Gods at the moment of Choglis' death!

Tzeentch responded to Huron's call as if he had known this would happen.