+The fake emperor can do it, but I can't? +
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In the highest heaven, huge waves were rolling, with screams, curses, and quarrels. Waves of different colors were surging and pushing each other.
The bloody master on the brass throne roared angrily at the void, the rotten king in the lush garden waved his spoon in vain, the wise sage in the ever-changing maze madly tore off the scales of blood feathers, and red soul fragments flew out from the gaps between his claws.
On the Terran throne, the emperor, surrounded by the eternal sun-like radiance, roared in anger, with golden light bursting from his eyes.
—Slaanesh—Slaanesh!!!
Slaanesh!!!
At this moment, if the Emperor could move freely, if the Emperor could enter the Warp - then he would raise his sword without hesitation, plunge the great sword into the pile of rotten flesh that has fallen into depravity, and let the golden flame burn mercilessly - judge his sins! Bring him destruction in the name of mankind!
Madman! The real madman!
The prisoner on the throne roared angrily, completely losing his initial calmness. The emperor's pressure spread layer by layer, even making other beings in the subspace feel vaguely uncomfortable.
As Slaanesh waited blissfully in the Circle of Pleasure - those onlookers and clappers who had hoped to witness the weakening of the Youngest Lady realized something was amiss.
Initially, the other three gods were all complacent about the death of Slaanesh on Cadia. Among the four chiefs whose bodies and souls were destroyed, Slaanesh obviously possessed more power over Slaanesh.
Later, the weakened Nurgle joined forces with Tzeentch - along with Khorne, who was defeated in the Maelstrom, to put pressure on Slaanesh.
Nurgle obtained Omega, and Mortarion took away some of the authority over Death and Plague;
Khorne obtained Alpha, and He who had previously been eager to send down power in the real universe in the hope of obtaining Sanguinius and Angron became weak;
Tzeentch obtained the broken Magnus, but during his planned escape, part of his power was devoured by the Black Realm.
Under the gaze of the silent Emperor on the throne, the three gods fixed their eyes on Slaanesh.
Only Fulgrim - only Slaanesh's fate remained untouched by the Lord of Hell.
The battle between gods has always been about inequality rather than scarcity, and the eternal balance cannot be broken.
But the good news for the gods is that a dark leaf has quietly floated on the river of destiny of the Eldar, who are closely connected with the Prince of Darkness.
The Eldar, who are keen on observing fate, will never give up this opportunity.
Smaller tributaries flow slowly beyond the grand battlefield, eventually merging into the torrent of Slaanesh's fate.
The Emperor was incensed at the aliens' theft of the Lord of the Underworld - but the Lord of Mankind knew the laws of the Warp, and he keenly saw the blurring of Slaanesh's destiny.
Not far from this fate, the power of Slaanesh fluctuated violently, and the authority of the Youngest Lady was divided up by Hades, thus becoming weak.
In response, the rest of the incomplete divine bodies applauded.
Without needing the Dark Prince's consent, they happily decided his next path.
A little Eldar sideshow, and Slaanesh will be pulled down to their level.
They even watched over the youngest lady to ensure her powers were weakened.
The forces clashed, and finally the Dark Prince obediently accepted his fate—
When He was injured by Hades, who was brought in by the Eldar, He fled in panic. He still exists, but will lose some of his power.
But — but —
That lunatic!!!
madman!!!
He is actually - actually repeating what the emperor did back then!
Not only the three gods - Pluto's real superior in name only, but the Emperor also roared angrily, with golden flames burning, as if cursing the damn Eldar and Slaanesh.
He knew it! He knew that the god who had awakened from the fall of the Eldar was almost identical to the Eldar!
The alien race that steals human power for their own selfish desires!
Back then, above the orbit of the Perfect City, the Emperor used the properties of the Black Domain to create the [Faith Bones].
[Faith Bone] can feed humanity's impure faith in the Emperor to the Lord of the Underworld.
And under the careful control of the Lord of Mankind, the Lord of the Underworld who devours unclean beliefs will never surpass the power of the Lord of Mankind.
At the same time, the Emperor can throw all of humanity's faith to Pluto at any time, instantly lighting up a small black hole in the warp.
And now, even after the battle of Cadia, the power of the Four Gods and the Emperor is enough to overwhelm the Black Domain.
But... what if we add the power of faith of the Eldar to the power of praying to Hades
The ancient elves created an entire elven kingdom with the power of their own clan. Even if they fell, the power of their faith should not be underestimated.
This is why the Emperor despised the Eldar.
The aliens had to be eradicated—but in the face of the great cause, he had to tolerate them.
And now, the galaxy's number one bastard, who had resurrected from the corruption of the Eldar, was doing actions a billion times more shameless than those of the Eldar.
Just as the Emperor used the Dark Realm to purify humanity's faith, Slaanesh is using the Dark Realm... to remove its own discord.
He even goes a step further, and in the use of the Divine, Slaanesh goes even further than the Emperor did.
The emperor on the throne was burning with rage.
Slaanesh itself has the tendency to [pursue extreme indulgence and self-destruction], but just like Nurgle, who once controlled [death], only chose [reincarnation and rebirth] after countless [deaths] -
Within the constraints of their own authority and their status as Gods, the four Chaos Gods ruled their respective territories for millions of years without incident.
Until a god named Slaanesh decided to perform a mad self-sacrifice.
He will break free from the constraints of his own [God] and conform to his own crazy concepts.
How... How wonderful.
The youngest lady panted softly, looked at the rapidly flowing water of Hades beneath her feet, and couldn't stop touching herself.
He laughed, a joyful laugh.
Only He, only He could do this - it was like a gift given to Him specifically by this ingenious fate.
The bloodthirsty madman on the brass throne is not worthy, the weak fat man in the lush garden is not worthy (unless he allows the Lord of the Underworld to devour him completely and grant him complete death, but in that case, he will disappear), and the mumbling lunatic in the ever-changing maze is not worthy.
Even the emperor is not worthy.
Is Pluto unique to humans
Slaanesh gave the same answer as the Eldar, no.
Only He, Slaanesh, can dance with Hades to his heart's content, can dance with death. The mad Lord of the Underworld holds His hand tightly, hoping to kill Him utterly with every step, while He retreats nimbly, enjoying the pleasure of being just a moment away from death with every step of the Lord of the Underworld.
With each step, He will become weaker and more powerless, but at the same time, He will also become purer and more powerful.
As long as he survives and still sits on that chair, Slaanesh will never be at a disadvantage.
Even if the other party is not happy about it - but at least it has lost its mind!
This is the Eldar's opportunity, and also Slaanesh's opportunity!
Look at them all, whether it's the Emperor or Tzeentch—
This is the correct way to use Pluto!
Slaanesh joyfully brushed aside the veil that wrapped itself around him, dancing the layers of gauze into the underworld waters.
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[Unrelated Small Theater]
"vomit-"
In the bathroom, Hades collapsed in front of the toilet, vomiting wildly.
Behind him was the Emperor with a worried look on his face. The Lord of Mankind squatted behind Hades and patted him on the back from time to time.
Even Malcador, who usually liked to ridicule Hades, said nothing, leaning against the wall with his scepter in his arms, a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
The long, painful, torturous vomiting finally stopped.
Hades raised his head exhaustedly, his face was lifeless, and he said tremblingly,
“… Holy shit…”
His eyes were empty, as if he was recalling some painful scene. "Fuck... d..."
The word describing the genitals was ultimately not uttered by Hades, who looked detached.
Malcador, who had been silent until then, spoke up, and the old man pulled down his hood without blinking.
"You have to understand, this is what the Prince of Darkness is like."
Hades turned his head in disbelief and stared at Malcador, but the old man, with foresight, had already pulled up his hood.
"... No... more than one..."
Hades muttered to himself, his face struggling with pain, "It's still Fulgrim's face."
The emperor behind him had a crack on his majestic face.
"Change the subject,"
The Lord of Mankind spoke for a rare moment.
"You should be thankful that you didn't have a fixed form at that time. To Him, you would have died the moment He touched you."
Hades' voice of wishing to die sounded again, and he continued to hold the toilet and retched, as if he wanted to vomit out everything that Slaanesh had thrown into the Black Realm.
"I'd rather eat shit in the Garden of Nurgle."
Hades said in self-abandonment, at least he knew that those things were fermented pus.
As for the existence within the Six Rings of Slaanesh... that is unclear.
Hades hugged the toilet and retched again.
It wasn't until now that he understood - they called him "The Merciful One" because he ate all kinds of garbage, right
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Hades, who was vomiting, seemed to understand why the Emperor tried so hard to prevent humans from praying to him.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)