+ The puppet emperor did it, I can't do it? +

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In the highest days, the monstrous waves were rolling, screaming, cursing, arguing, and waves of different colors were surging, pushing and shoving each other.

The Blood Lord on the Brass Throne roars angrily into the void, the Rotten King in the lush garden swings his spoon in vain, the wise sage of the Labyrinth of Change, tears off the scaly blood feathers in a frenzy, and crimson soul fragments float from the claws of his claws,

On the throne of Terra, the emperor surrounded by the sun's dazzling light let out an angry roar, and his eyes burst with golden light,

- Slaanesh - Slaanesh!!

Slaanesh!!

At this moment, if the Emperor is free to move, if the Emperor can enter the subspace—then he will not hesitate to raise his sword and plunge the greatsword into that pile of rotten flesh that has fallen willingly, and let the golden flame burn mercilessly—to judge His sins! Give Him destruction in the name of mankind!

Lunatic! That real madman!

The prisoner on the throne roared angrily, completely losing its initial peace, and the emperor's coercion spread layer by layer, even causing other beings in the subspace to feel faint discomfort.

While Slaanesh happily waited in the Circle of Pleasure—the onlookers who wanted to witness the youngest lady being weakened realized something was wrong.

Initially, the other three gods were complacent about the Demon Calamity and died in Kadia, and the Demon Plague of the Four Chiefs, who were all destroyed, apparently occupied more of Slaanesh's power.

Later, the weakened Nurgle and Tzeentch join forces to put pressure on Salasin, along with the sadism of defeat in the maelstrom.

Nurgle was given Omega and seized some of the power of Death and Plague by Motarion;

Fear and Sadism have obtained the alpha, and He, who had urgently descended power in the real universe in the hope of obtaining St. Giles and Angelon, has also become weak;

Tzeentch gains the shattered Magnus, but in the escape of [planned], part of his power is consumed by the Black Domain.

Under the gaze of the silent emperor on the throne, the eyes of the three gods were fixed on Slaanesh.

Only Fugen - only the fate of Slaanesh was not stirred by the Lord of Hades.

The battle between the gods has never been uneven, and the eternal balance cannot be broken.

But the good news for the gods is that the Elves who are closely connected to the Prince of Darkness have quietly floated a pitch-black leaf on the river of fate.

The spirits, who are keen to observe their fate, will never give up this opportunity.

Tiny tributaries flowed slowly beyond the grand battlefield, eventually merging into the turbulence of Slaanesh's fate.

The Emperor was angry at the alien Race's [stealing] of the Immortal—but the Lord of Humanity was well aware of the rules of the subspace, and he was keenly aware of the blurring of the fate of Slaanesh.

In the near future of this fate, the power of Slaanesh fluctuated violently, and the power of the youngest lady was eaten by Hades, and she became weak.

In this regard, the rest of the mutilated divine bodies all applauded.

Without the consent of the Prince of Darkness, they happily decided for the Prince of Darkness his next path.

A little elven episode, Slaanesh will be pulled to the same level as them.

They even watched over the youngest lady to make sure His power was weakened.

The forces clashed, and finally the Prince of Darkness obediently accepted his fate—

He should have been wounded by the Immortal King introduced by the Spirit Race and fled in panic, still existing, but losing some of his power.

But- but-

That madman!!

Lunatic!!!

He was—repeating what the Emperor had done!

Not only did the three gods, the titular true boss of the Immortal, but the emperor also let out an angry roar, and the golden flames burned brightly, as if cursing the damned spirits and Slaanesh.

He knew it! He knew that the god who had awakened from the fall of the Spirit Race was almost identical to the Spirit Race!

The alien race that steals human power for its own selfish desires!

Back then, in the orbit of the Perfect City, the Emperor used the characteristics of the Black Domain to make the [Faith Finger Bone].

[Faith Finger Bone], which can feed the unclean belief of the human race in the emperor to 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 the faith of mankind to Hades at any time, instantly lighting up a small black hole in subspace.

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 the power of faith of the spirits is added to the power of those who pray to the Hades?

The ancient spirit race used the power of one race to create the existence of an entire spirit race divine kingdom, and even if it fell, the power of its faith should not be underestimated.

This is the reason why the Emperor spurned the Spirit Race.

The aliens must be eradicated—but he had to tolerate them in the face of great causes.

And now, the galaxy's number one bastard who has recovered from the fall of the Elves is doing actions that are hundreds of millions of times more shameless than the Elvens' actions.

Just as the Emperor used the Black Realm to purify the faith of mankind, Slaanesh also used the Underworld...... Eliminate your own dissonance.

He even went one step further, and in terms of using the Fool, Slaanesh was even further away than the Emperor.

The emperor on the throne was blazing with rage.

Slaanesh itself includes the tendency to self-destruct by pursuing the ultimate in indulgence, but just like Nurgle, who once ruled Death, just chose to be reborn after countless deaths-

The gods are slaves to their own authority, but the gods themselves are another shackle.

Without violating their own authority and their status as gods, the four gods of chaos have ruled their respective territories for eons of time, unharmed—

Until the god named Slaanesh decided to perform a mad self-sacrifice.

He will break the bonds of his own gods and conform to his own crazy concepts.

How...... How wonderful.

The youngest lady gasped lightly, looked at the water that was rushing under her feet, and couldn't stop stroking herself.

He laughed, laughed merrily.

It is only Him, and this is something that only He can do—like this delicate gift that fate has given Him.

Not the bloodthirsty madman on the Brass Throne, not the fat weak man in the lush garden (unless He allows Hades to devour Him and gives Him complete death, but then He disappears), the god-like madman in the Labyrinth of Change.

The emperor is not worthy either.

Is Hades exclusive to humans?

Slaanesh gave the same answer as the spirits, no.

Only He, Slaanesh, can dance with Hades, with death, and the irrational Hades holds His hand to death, hoping to kill Him once and for all with every step, and He retreats nimblely, enjoying the thrill of being just a moment away from death with every step of Hades.

With each step, He will be weaker and weaker, but at the same time, He will be purer and stronger.

As long as he does not die, as long as he still sits on that chair, Slaanesh will never lose.

Even if the other party is not happy - but the good thing is that it has no reason anymore!

This is the Elven's chance, and it's Slaanesh's chance!

are all optimistic, whether it is the emperor or Tzeentch-

This is the correct use of Hades!

Slaanesh happily stroked off the light veil that enveloped him, and danced the layers of tulle into the water.

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【Unrelated Small Theater】

"Gross-"

In the bathroom, Hades collapsed in front of the toilet, vomiting frantically.

Behind him, there was a sad-looking emperor, and the Lord of Humanity crouched behind Hades, patting him on the back from time to time.

Even Machado, who usually likes to taunt Hades, didn't say a word, leaning against the wall with his scepter in his arms, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

The long, painful, torturous sound of vomiting finally stopped.

Hades raised his head in prostration, looked blank, and said slowly,

“…… ......"

His eyes were empty, as if he recalled some painful picture "...... d……”

The word describing the genitals was not uttered by a detached Hades.

Machado, who had been silent, spoke, and the old man pulled down his hood without looking,

"You have to understand that the Prince of Darkness is like this."

Hades turned his head in disbelief and stared at Machado, but the prescient old man had already pulled up his hood.

“…… No... Stop one......"

Hades muttered to himself, his face struggling in pain, "It's still Fogen's face." ”

The emperor behind him, a crack cracked in his majestic face.

"Change the subject,"

The Lord of Humanity has rarely spoken.

"You should be glad that you didn't have a fixed form at that time, and to Him you were to touch and die."

Hades' voice of hope for death sounded again, and he continued to retching on the toilet, as if wishing to vomit out everything that Slaanesh had thrown into the Black Domain.

"I'd rather go and eat in the Nurgle Garden."

Hades said to himself, at least he knew it was fermented pus.

As for the existence of the Six Rings of Slaanesh...... That's not clear.

Hades retched on to the toilet again.

Only now did he understand that he was called 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 had tried so hard to reject humans and pray to him.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)