[Emperor's Pride]
Amid the loud sound of military bugles and under a dazzling array of golden lights, the handsome Fugen stood on the stage. He held his head high and in his eyes as he looked down, he saw the figure striding towards him.
A tall, pitch-black suit of armor, a scythe that was dragging on the ground, sparks flying, and sharp cracks on the expressionless mask.
The Monohorn strode into the theater. The nobles in the audience screamed and stood up. Beside the Primarch, Lucius and Eidolon drew the swords at their waists and raised them forward to the left and right, acting as the Primarch's loyal guard dogs.
[Withdraw.]
Fugen said calmly, he stood elegantly on the platform, but in the unnoticed eyes, there was a frenzy, and he couldn't stop the satisfied smile from rising at the corner of his mouth.
Lucius turned his head sharply and looked at the Primarch in disbelief, but the Primarch was not looking at him. Fulgrim's full attention was now on the One Horned Man.
But seeing that the guards did not leave, Fugen frowned.
[Stand back, my child.]
Fulgrim said again, softly,
[Leave here, I will help you.]
Lucius's doubts were stuck in the corner of his mouth. He tried to say something, but his body had already retreated uncontrollably. He put away his sword and took a last look at the Primarch's back, which seemed to be glowing against the light.
As if in a dream, Lucius ran towards the stern of the Pride of the Empire after leaving the stage.
Not only him, all the Emperor's Children were retreating towards the stern of the ship.
But at this moment, the theater is still bustling.
[You should have come earlier.]
Fugen looked at the unicorn and said angrily, the primarch stood on the stage and drew the sword from his waist.
The One-Horned One ignored the Primarch's words, and these noisy Eldar remained silent, which was uncharacteristic of them.
Seeing that his words received no response, the Primarch turned his head and looked at the great noble who was standing on a step beside him, holding up the crown, hesitantly.
With a sarcastic laugh, the Primarch reached out his hand, snatched the purple-gold crown from the nobleman's hand, and put it on his own head.
+Clap for me! +
The Primarch's words echoed in the Grand Theatre on the Emperor's Pride. Under the stage, the audience, who had previously had different expressions, suddenly all stared at the Primarch. People stood up, began to applaud, and cheered.
The Primarch strode off the stage, to an applauding audience, the spotlight focusing on the Primarch as Fulgrim moved.
With every step that Fugen took, a circle of purple ripples appeared under his exquisite boots, and the waves of desire were rippling, and the magnificent theater was shrouded in an ambiguous and stuffy atmosphere.
Space began to distort, and at the junction of the warp and the physical world, the curtain was pierced, and the Queen of Gloriousness began to sink into the realm of the High Heavens - those strange, Eldar-style carvings emerged.
+Come on, my dear.+
Fugen smiled, his eyes were tinged with darkness, and the corners of his grinning mouth opened to reveal his white fangs.
The Primarch stopped and pointed his sword at the slowly approaching Monohorn.
+Come on~+
Unicorn bit his tongue tightly, and endless screams echoed in the ears of the Eldar. The echo of that scream still reverberated in the Six Rings of Slaanesh for a long time.
But this also means that now, this place is completely tied to the Palace of Slaanesh!
"It's just a puppet, not worth mentioning."
The unicorn spoke coldly, and he called out to the Lord of the Underworld fiercely in his heart. Behind the elves, his companions also cast a summoning magic circle, and in the magic circle, the figures of praying people were vague.
But that’s not enough.
Unicorn is clear.
He raised the scythe, which he was completely unaccustomed to using before, his eyes full of determination.
For Asuryan, for Xigauchi, for the Eldar, for revenge.
For... Pluto!
Powerful psychic energy waves exploded around Unicorn, and frost climbed up his sickle.
"For Pluto!!!"
Unicorn exerted force on his feet and jumped up from the ground! Drawing a graceful arc in the air, he turned his wrist, and the huge curved sickle blade spun and slashed straight at the original body!
Fugen raised his head, looked at the clown with eyes completely in a state of crazy joy, and an elegant smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
In an instant, the Primarch casually raised his hand, the sword in his hand flashed a sharp cold light, and the tip of the sword stabbed at the Harlequin who was slashing towards him in the air.
Drops of blood splattered on the primarch's beautiful face. Fulgrim stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his face with satisfaction.
He pulled the clown, who was impaled on the sword and had no strength to struggle after the blow, closer to him.
This brave Eldar is still struggling. Look, he sacrificed his life, his soul, and his faith...
The clown coughed up blood, laughed brokenly, and cursed fiercely.
"We have already won! Puppet! You and your master are finished! Hades has come! And you are stained with my blood!"
As the clown spoke, the theater began to tremble violently. The deafening applause from before seemed to be fading away rapidly. A black and white crack climbed up from a corner of the door and extended rapidly.
"You can't escape!"
Until this moment, he was still trying to struggle, and his whole body was shining with psychic light, adding a little chance of success to their actions... How touching...
The unicorn who was cursing suddenly froze.
The Primarch embraced the Harlequin as if he were embracing an old friend, and the tip of his tongue, which rested lightly against the Harlequin's ear, uttered words from the Warp.
+My good children,+
The youngest lady said,
+Thank you for the gift.+
Fulgrim reached out and pulled out Unicorn's heart. The Eldar in his arms stopped struggling completely, and the pupils in the mask dilated, as if he realized something extremely terrifying in the last second before he died.
+My good child,+
Fulgrim swallowed the flesh,
+Come on.+
He looked at the darkness rushing towards him, lifted his pearl-studded boots and strode towards the darkness calmly yet impatiently—
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[Six Rings of Slaanesh]
You are trapped in the heavy curtains and gauze, the singing and dancing have stopped,
Your favorite dancer stopped her steps hesitantly and fearfully, and the silver bells pierced her ankles also stopped. The clear sound of the bells rang twice at the last time, echoing like a ghost in your huge palace.
It's coming.
But you have chosen your sacrifice, the offering you will make for ultimate pleasure.
You yawned lazily, but your inner self was not as indifferent as you appeared. Your hot and sweet inner self was trembling with excitement because of what was going to happen next, and was calling out fanatically and panting violently.
You felt that cold, greedy, emotionless gaze licking your exposed spine, and you gasped and let out a satisfied cry.
The beast is coming, it is coming—it is lingering just outside your territory, observing you with the eyes of a predator.
It's hovering at your door.
Death and extinction go with it.
Having experienced the little fight on Cadia, you already know what the process will be.
The beast has marked you and memorized your scent.
In the midst of shrinking - your servants do not pursue true perfection like you do, they try to shrink themselves as much as possible so that they cannot be noticed.
You slowly get up from the soft and sunken bed, letting yourself bathe in this crazy gaze.
You think of the power that disappears directly, death, that is real death. You can no longer revive it. All your efforts fall into that pool of dark water, but are silent.
A beast that brings eternal death. You tremble, and the youngest lady's slender fingers can't help but rise up and touch her face. Come, come, come, let you dance with the beast - every step must be perfect - the result of failure will be eternal sleep.
You can't stop shaking again, because of ecstasy and excitement.
+Come here,+
You said softly,
+Bite me.+
What responds to you is the crystal chandelier above the dome suddenly dimming.
It's coming in.
Slaanesh let out a satisfied gasp.
At this point, your enemies and comrades who hated inequality finally put away their scrutinizing eyes.
No, yeah
(End of this chapter)