【Emperor's Pride】

In the sound of the military trumpet, under the golden lights, the handsome face of Fogen stood on the stage, his head held high, and the figure who was striding towards him was reflected in his eyes when he looked down.

The pitch-black and tall armor, dragged above the ground, the sparkling scythe, the expressionless mask, the cracks were terrible.

The one-horned strode into the theater, and the nobles in the audience stood up in surprise, and beside the original body, Lucius and Adoron drew their swords from their waists, and raised their swords forward, one left and one right, to be the loyal guard dogs of the original body.

[Stand down.] 】

Fugen said calmly, standing gracefully on the high platform, but under the eyes of no one noticed, there was a frenzy, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise a satisfied smile.

Lucius jerked his head sideways, he looked at the original in disbelief, but the original didn't look at him, and Fogan's full attention was on the unicorn at the moment.

But seeing that the guards didn't leave, Fugen frowned,

"Stand down, my child. 】

Again, Fugen said softly,

Get out of here, I'll help you. 】

Lucius's confusion stuck in the corners of his mouth, he tried to say something, but his body had already retreated uncontrollably, he withdrew his sword, and took one last look at the back of the original body that was against the light, as if it was glowing,

As if in a dream, Lucius left the stage and ran towards the stern of the Pride of the Imperial Voyage.

Not only him, but all the emperor's sons were retreating towards the stern.

But at this moment, the theater is still bustling.

You should have come a long time ago. 】

Fugen looked at the unicorn and said as if angry, as the original stood on the stage and drew the saber at his waist.

Unihorn ignored the primordial's words, and the noisy spirits remained uncharacteristically silent.

Seeing that his words were not answered, he turned his head sideways and looked beside him, standing on a step, holding a crown, a hesitant nobleman.

Fugen laughed sarcastically, and the original body directly reached out and snatched the purple gold crown from the hands of the great nobles and put it on his head.

+ Give me a round of applause! +

The words of the original body echoed in the grand theater on the pride of the emperor, and under the stage, the audience members who had previously looked different suddenly all stared at the original body, and the people stood up, began to applaud, and began to cheer.

The Primordial strode off the stage, and in a clapping audience, the spotlight focused on the Primordial as Fogen's actions followed.

With every step Faugen took, a circle of purple ripples rippled under his delicate boots, and the frenzied water rippled, and the golden theater was covered with ambiguous sultry.

Space began to distort, the veil was pierced at the junction of subspace and the physical world, and the Queen of Glory began to sink, sinking into the realm of the highest heavens—those eerie, elven-style carved patterns emerged.

+ Come, my dear. +

Fogen smiled, his eyes blackened, and the corners of his grinning mouth cracked, revealing white fangs in between.

The original body stopped, and the sword was pointed at the horn that was slowly walking in.

+Come on~+

The unicorn bit the tip of his tongue, and endless screams echoed in the ears of the spirit clan, and the echo of that scream still echoed in the six rings of Slaanesh, and it did not go away for a long time.

But it also means that it is now completely tied to the palace of Slaanesh!

"It's just a puppet, it's not worth mentioning."

The unicorn spoke coldly, and he called out violently to the Lord of the Underworld in his heart, and behind the Spirit Clan, his companions also cast a summoning circle, and in the circle, there were more than one praying figure.

But that's not enough.

The unicorn is clear.

He lifted the scythe, which he had never been accustomed to before, and his eyes were full of determination.

For Asuyan, for Sigoqi, for the Spirit Clan, for revenge.

In order to...... Hades!

Powerful psionic fluctuations burst around Unihorn, and frost crept up his scythe.

"For the !! of Hades"

The soles of the unicorn exert force and jump on the ground! Cutting a graceful arc through the air, he spun around his wrist with a huge curved scythe blade, heading straight for the original body and slashing at it!

Fugen looked up, his eyes completely deranged in ecstasy and joy at the clown, and a graceful smile appeared on his lips.

In an instant, the original body raised his hand casually, and the sword in his hand flashed with a sharp cold light, and the tip of the sword stabbed into the harlequin that was slashing at him in the air.

Laugh at!

A little bit of blood splattered on the original body's beautiful face, and Fugen stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his face in satisfaction.

He pulled the harlequin, who was already powerless to struggle with the sword, which was worn on the sword and struck a blow.

This brave spirit is still struggling, and behold, he sacrificed his life, and his soul, and his faith......

The harlequin coughed up blood, and he laughed and cursed viciously,

"We've won! Puppet! You and your master are finished! Hades has arrived! And you're stained with my blood! ”

With the harlequin's words, the theater trembled violently, and the previously deafening applause seemed to be rapidly fading away, and the black and white crack climbed up from the corner of the gate and extended rapidly.

"You can't escape!"

Until now, he was still struggling, his body glowing with a shimmering psionic glow, adding a hint of victory to their actions...... How touching is that......

The unicorn who was scolding suddenly froze.

The original body hugged the harlequin as if hugging an old friend, and the tip of the tongue leaning on the harlequin's ear flowed out words from subspace,

+ My good children, +

The youngest lady said,

+ Thank you for your gifts. +

Fugen stretched out his hand and pulled out the heart of the unicorn, and the spirit in his arms completely stopped struggling, and the pupils exposed in the mask dilated, as if he realized something extremely terrifying to him at the last second before he died.

+ My good boy, +

Fugen swallowed the piece of flesh,

+ Come on. +

He looked at the darkness that was rushing towards him, and his pearl-encrusted boots were raised, and he strode calmly and impatiently towards the darkness—

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【The Six Rings of Slaanesh】

You are sunk in the light veil of the bed, and the song and dance have stopped,

Your favorite dancer hesitates and stops in horror, the silver bells that run through her ankles also stop, and the crisp sound of the bells rings twice at the last time, ghostly echoing through your vast palace.

Here it comes.

But you have chosen what you want to sacrifice in exchange for the most pleasures.

You yawn lazily, but your inside doesn't want the indifference you show, your hot, sweet, trembling with excitement from what is next, screaming feverishly, gasping fiercely.

You feel the cold, greedy, emotionless gaze lick through your bare spine, and you let out a gasp of satisfaction.

The beast is coming, it is coming—it is hovering beyond your realm, scrutinizing you with the eyes of a predator.

It's hovering in front of your door,

Death and silence go with it.

You've been through the hiccups on Cadia, and you know what the process will be.

The beast has marked you and remembered your breath.

In a state of shrinkage—none of your servants are as true to the extreme as you are, and they shrink themselves as much as they can to keep themselves out of the way.

You slowly get up from the bed that is soft and sunken, and let yourself be bathed in this crazy gaze that makes you crazy,

You think of the power that just disappeared, death, that is real death, you can't resurrect it, any of your efforts fall into that pool of water, but there is no sound.

A beast that brings permadeath, you tremble, the youngest lady's fingers can't help but lift, caressing her face, come, come, come, let you dance with the beast - every step must be perfected - failure will be eternal sleep.

You can't help but start shaking again, because of ecstasy, because of excitement.

+ Come here, +

You say softly,

+ Bite me. +

In response to you is a crystal chandelier above the dome, which suddenly dims.

It came in.

Slaanesh let out a gasp of satisfaction.

At this point, your enemies and comrades-in-arms who hate injustice have finally put away their scrutinizing gaze.

No, yes

(End of chapter)