Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

In the Ring of Debauchery, the demons here do not simply seduce others with sexy figures, but will transform into the person that others miss the most.

Or the love of a lifetime, or the beautiful figure that a young man wants but cannot get.

This is the most lingering place in the Six Rings of Desire.

But it is regrettable that what is welcomed here now is the thugs who do not understand romance, the memories deep in their genes are stimulated, and the Doom Soldier who is wrapped in nameless anger has no mercy at all.

"Number 22."

Doom, who was in the rage of destruction, suddenly heard a voice, and he looked over instinctively.

Number 22 was Doom's code name when he was a mortal. When he was still a mortal serving in the Krieg Death Corps, he had no name and only a string of thirteen-digit numbers. Because the last two digits of the number were 22, his colleagues called him by this.

In the direction of the voice, he saw a female soldier of the Astra Militarum wearing a tactical vest.

The female soldier was not too far away from him. At this distance, Doom could clearly see the female soldier's face, even the freckles on her nose.

"22, I didn't expect it was really you. I'm so glad you're still alive." The female soldier of the Star Realm had a puzzled expression on her face. When she saw Doom looking at her, she showed a surprised expression on her face.

"What are you still standing there for? Soldier." Seeing that Doom didn't respond, the female soldier restrained her joyful expression and pretended to scold him.

"How many times do you have to go through war before you don't look like a rookie?"

The Doom Slayer still stood in the same place, with scarlet spots reflected in his goggles.

The female soldier's pretended angry expression overlapped with the scene in Doom's memory.

Krieg soldiers are artificially cultivated clones and war weapons cultivated by the Empire. Since Doom had memories, he has been undergoing the most rigorous training and taught to pray to the God-Emperor for salvation.

In his memory, there were only a few people of the opposite sex who could leave a memory.

And this one was the only one who left a deep impression.

The female soldier came to Doom with brisk steps, with complaints and concern in her eyes.

Such a scene made Doom feel a little happy.

He couldn't help but stretch out his palm and gently stroked the female soldier's cheek.

But

"Puff--"

In the next moment, the Doom Slayer's palm exerted a little force, and the female soldier's head burst like a watermelon.

Although his mind had been confused by the illusion, Doom's body still clearly remembered that the person in front of him was dead.

His palm could still recall the feeling of the female soldier's warm blood flowing through his palm.

The Doom Slayer's footsteps did not stay because of her.

It was not until Doom left that the headless corpse gradually removed all the disguises, revealing a headless succubus wearing a light veil and with pink skin.

The fury of the Doom Slayers dispersed everything in the Ring of Debauchery.

Unreal creatures singing voluptuous music gathered around them, gently caressing their skin and whispering sweet love words in their ears.

But in the next moment, the sharp teeth and sharp bone claws hidden behind the charming beauty were pulled out one by one.

The red flames spread rapidly, and all the gentle words in the flames quickly turned into painful screams.

This land of sweet lies was soon covered with terrible burnt ash.

The Doomsday Warrior rushed through the mountains with anger, and under the careful guidance of the Eldar, they stepped into the next level of the realm with the fury of destruction.

Here, they walked onto a high platform, and then the praises and cheers of the people rang in their ears.

The army was so huge that it seemed endless, and the supreme longing listened to the conquest order of their king.

Countless Eldar fell here the moment they stepped into this place.

They saw themselves returning victorious from the heaven of Slaanesh, finding the last Crone Sword, and successfully defeating the Lord of Pleasure.

Countless nobles and masters praised them frequently in their excitement and joy.

The dignitaries who once commanded travelers in the Craft World could only look up at them from the high platform at this moment.

The cheers in their eyes were real, and the praises in their ears were timely.

In such a grand scene, even the hearts of the Eldar, who had practiced meditation countless times, quickly indulged in it.

Even the Ark Eldar Great Prophet Edrad was no exception.

Edrad was being crowned in front of the huge throne at this time, and the Goddess of Life personally placed the laurel wreath symbolizing glory on his head.

All beings in the universe came to participate in this grand ceremony, and even the allies of the Human Empire congratulated him.

The Lord of Humanity, carrying endless glory, praised him generously; the Imperial Warmaster even promised to return the Goddess of Life to the Eldar and admitted that the Eldar were the race that ruled the galaxy.

Hearing such words, Edrad widened his eyes and stood there in astonishment.

It was this promise that was like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, and the flame of joy in his heart quickly extinguished.

The emperor and warmaster of the human empire were still praising his great achievements.

But such a scene made him feel even more unreal.

At this moment, a huge explosion sounded, and the whole world was shaking.

The subjects under the high platform screamed in pain, the goddess of life collapsed like a stone statue, and the Lord of Humanity and the warmaster of the empire disappeared like bubbles.

The praises and cheers in his ears gradually subsided, replaced by the crackling sound of fire burning the earth, and the lingering smell of burning in his nose.

When Eldrad finally came back to his senses from the beautiful dream, he saw the Doomsday Slayers walking out of the red fire, standing like statues on the burned-out mountains.

"How far are we?" Doom, the commander of the Doom Slayer standing at the front, looked at him.

With the scarlet light shining on the goggles, Edrard avoided the other person's sight with a guilty conscience.

"It's coming soon. I can feel that we are already halfway through the journey." The spirit prophet's tone revealed fatigue. This was not physical fatigue, but the huge contrast between what he had just experienced in the fantasy and reality. It was difficult for him to adapt to it.

It's like jumping from a warm and comfortable hot spring into a freezing cold ocean, which is hard for anyone to accept.

"Are you looking for the palace of Slaanesh?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

Doom and Eldrad were suddenly startled.

At this time, the two of them discovered the figure who was standing beside the Doom Slayer at some point.

The man was as tall as a dwarf and had a cunning smile on his face.

Able to hide his whereabouts from the Great Prophet of the Eldar and the Champion of Destruction, the appearance of this man made both of them look suspicious at the same time.

"Who are you?!" Doom demanded, his finger hooked on the trigger, always ready to break the opponent into pieces.

"Lord, there is no need to worry, I am a loyal minister who met you for the first time." As he spoke, the man saluted gracefully.

"The devil is not worthy of being my vassal!" Doom's voice was filled with murderous intent. He pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and flames spurted out from the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun.

But what is puzzling is that the fire of destruction, which was invincible in the past, went straight through the other person's body this time. When the fire was extinguished, the man actually stood there unscathed.

"My lord, although you are wise and powerful, you are bound to make some omissions. Have you forgotten? According to the contract, you cannot harm me." The man took out a piece of contract and explained to Doom, "And what I need to pay, I will never betray you."

In his explanation, Doom and even Edrard beside him gradually understood the specific reason.

This is the Ring of Power, and every traveler who enters this place will automatically sign a contract.

——As long as you can get out of this field, you have a chance to get a personal subordinate.

This is a carefully cultivated minister from the Chaos Kingdom of Slaanesh. This flattering demon will become the vanguard of the travelers and devote its absolute loyalty.

And everything this demon says will turn into reality to a certain extent.

Doom could not tolerate a demon standing beside him, or even becoming his minister.

But devil's contracts have unimaginable power. Even the most cunning devils will strictly abide by the regulations once they sign a contract - whether they are willing or not.

Doom was also unable to escape the shackles of the contract. After a brief thought, the commander of the Doom Slayer decided to first try to use the demon in front of him to overcome the difficulties they were facing.

Wait until you leave the realm of Slaanesh, and then look for a way to get rid of the entanglement of the demon's subordinates.

"Tell me, how do we get to where we want to go." He asked the demon subordinate, and left a trap in the question - he did not directly say where he wanted to go, in order to test the demon attribute. Minister's loyalty.

If the devil's subordinate can speak his mind, then he can achieve his goal.

But if the other party has his own little thoughts and wants to play some word games, according to the contract, he can regard the other party as disloyal and execute the other party.

"You mean Slaanesh's Palace of Pleasure?" The demon subordinate also seemed to hear the trap in Doom's words. He first confirmed it before continuing to speak,

"As a minister, I do not recommend that you go there. For you, it is the end of the world. You will"

The demon servant wanted to say that Doom would die, but when the last phrase came to his lips, he couldn't say it anyway.

——What the devil’s subordinates say will turn into reality to a certain extent. This is not because they have the ability to predict things, but because they cannot tell things that are destined not to happen.

The demon subject used all his strength, but the last word seemed to weigh ten thousand kilograms, and he could not get out of his mouth no matter what.

There was a look of shock in his eyes, which meant that even the core of Slaanesh's realm could not kill the warrior in front of him.

"Okay, my most powerful master." The demon subordinate compromised. He praised Doom's power from the bottom of his heart and continued,

"To truly reach the palace of pleasure, you need to pass through two more rings of desire - the ring of vanity and the ring of decadence."

"Under the hypocritical mountain of power, there is a charming forest paradise, which is the Ring of Vanity. If you want to pass there, you must let go of your pride. All the honors you were once proud of will become your mistakes. The shadow that went astray.”

"The only way you can escape the constraints of this forest is to focus on your own humility. And your humility will take you to the final step."

"When you emerge from the Forest of the Vanities, you will see the infinitely beautiful beach stretching to the edge of the Ring of Desolation."

"Angelic voices hum softly lullabies, and oceans of fragrance lap at the walls of your soul. Here, your body will scream for rest, even for a moment. No matter how fit or tireless you are. The warm light soothes the soul, and the gentle tide erodes your will.”

"Here, your tired eyes want to hang down heavily. If your eyes are still awake, you can see the terrible fact - the bone-like sand under your feet is all piled up by the remains of the forerunners who fell into a blissful slumber. made.”

The demon subordinates followed the contract and told Doom the scene in the last two circles, and even told him how to get through there without reservation.

Doom didn't quite believe him though.

However, relying on the information revealed by their subordinates, the coalition of humans and spirits still passed through the final two-ring realm without any danger.

When the soldiers leave the lazy gravel behind.

They saw the shining palace in the distance. The towers were coiled around each other in their nests like poisonous snakes, forming an indescribable entanglement.

Here, all the charm and terror possessed by the Lord of Joy will be revealed.

As the coalition forces continuously passed through the six-ring realm, their tired minds just looked at everything in front of them and recalled the name of Slaanesh, which was enough to make a determined warrior feel the feeling of being swallowed up by fear in his heart - as if as long as The warrior's soul becomes weak and corrupted by the thought of Him. But in front of His palace, even an insignificant stone roars to force people to think of Him.

Slaanesh is the youngest and most immature of the Chaos Gods. He was the last of the Four to gain consciousness. As such, although he is part of the infinite and eternal Chaos and is older than the stars, he is also Just a young man.

He is flawless, breathtaking, beyond all expectations, and possesses a beauty that no one can resist.

Even a mere glimpse of Him is enough to convince one of His incomparable beauty.

"No, we cannot continue to move forward. We must put down the blade in our hands. You hard-hearted people, how can you bear to hurt Him!" Suddenly, there was a small-scale restlessness among the psykers within the coalition forces.

These psykers are not only from the Eldar race, but even many people within the empire have protested.

As a result, the coalition's advance paused for a moment.

The Doom Slayer personally brought the crazed psykers to Doom.

"Have you forgotten the shared ideals of mankind and the loyalty sworn under the throne? Have you forgotten all of this? Otherwise, how could you be deceived by Him?!" The Destroyer looked down at the Astropath in front of him, with a hint of emotion in his tone. With sadness and doubt.

"You ask me how could I be like this? Well, then I ask you: Why can't I be like this? Although I am blind, I am convinced that I have witnessed the beauty of the Lord of Joy. Even though I only saw His outline, I already knew that I There is no choice.”

Astropath roared, his expression wild and obsessed,

"If you have had a glimpse of that immortal glory, you will also be enchanted by his perfect appearance, and then fall into ecstasy. I voluntarily give up my soul, willingly! He is mine and should be my eternal lover and lover. Owner."

"And I deserve to be His!"

The light revealed on Doom's goggles became increasingly scarlet. He couldn't understand how a demon god could have "immortal brilliance". Just because of a glance, an astropath trained by the empire for decades could willingly Accepted eternal damnation.

Things like this made him realize firsthand the horror of Slaanesh.

He is the youngest of the gods. He is not as powerful as Khorne, nor as influential as Tzeentch, nor as widespread as Nurgle.

But this dark god is in some ways the most dangerous, and to mortals, Slaanesh is the most intoxicating. He is the most attractive of the powers of chaos.

"Take them into the spiritual meditation room for isolation." Doom gave the order.

After the Doomsday Slayer took the psykers away, his eyes looked towards the Slaanesh Spire in the distance.

The more you understand chaos, the easier it is to despair.