He should have done it a long time ago. Slaanesh, who overlooked everything, thought so.

He thought that from the moment this battle began to take place, Vogrim should have done so. If you want to achieve a perfect victory, you should not leave your enemies with any unrealistic illusions from the start.

But He Himself knows that "perfect victory" and "perfect victory" are not strictly identical. The definition of "perfect" will always be limited by the inevitable limitations of those who are not yet perfect, which will lead to some deviations that vary from person to person. Even if He is the closest thing to the concept of perfection in this galaxy, He cannot say that His "perfection" is absolute.

Moreover, Fogham was indeed one of his favorite toys in the last 10,000 years. Any sentient being with feelings may have a bias towards what he likes best, and sadly, Slaanesh had feelings, so he was no exception in this regard.

He allowed a little wayward in one of his favorite toys, and Fogham did live up to his expectations by putting on a funny enough burlesque for him. Leaving aside the unexpected part of the whole thing, which no one expected, the Lord of Pleasure appreciates the rest of the play.

So, when the little creature prayed for His help in a panic, He did not spare His own giving—rather, some unnecessary generosity.

The Lord of Pleasure sits comfortably high above the heavens, overlooking his little toys as they struggle in agony: Fogham's armor shatters as his size expands, and the pearlescent skin is stretched into a thin, almost transparent film from overgrowth, and is forced to tear when it finally reaches its limit, revealing the blood-drenched, equally violently twisted, creepy muscles and bones underneath. Even though the damage caused in the process was healed in an instant by the blessing of Slaanesh himself, and Vogrim did not change much in the final result beyond his size, the inevitable pain was still real.

Every gift from the hands of the Chaos Power cannot be free. The Demon Primordial has invoked the Lord of Pleasure for the gift, and he must pay the same amount of pain.

After a period of time for which it was difficult to pinpoint the exact length, Vogrim's size had become mountain-like. The Demon Primordial's body after being alienated by Chaos would have been a head taller than Ferus, and if you also count the snake's tail that he dragged behind him, Fogreem's overall length was almost twice that of Ferus - but now, that calculation no longer makes sense. Rising from the agony of excruciating agony, Vogrim was an unquestionable behemoth, the size of the Titan's Divine Machine and the cost-effective defenses of Slaanesh's blessing that rendered nearly all conventional firepower meaningless.

The Lord of Pleasure looked down on the scene with satisfaction, until the shrill laughter of the "not far away" beside him disturbed his mood again.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked the Lord of Change, who had once again fallen into madness—perhaps he shouldn't have used the word "again", for Tzeentch hadn't stopped since the subspace storm was created under their spells and the two Chaos Powers sat in the "audience" together.

In fact, this apparently abnormal state of mind of the Lord of All Changes should be traced back much further, but it must be noted that this is Tzeentki, and if He appears to be "sane" at any time, it is even more abnormal.

"I see a new destiny give birth to branches!" In the subspace, the happy shout of the Supreme Eagle set off another wave, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine possible futures have completely withered and dried up because of the choice you just made, and nine hundred and ninety-nine new possibilities have sprouted and grown because of this!" Fate is always so strange – do you want to know what I'm seeing? It's so interesting—"

Once again, Tzeentch laughed to himself, plunged into his own world. The Lord of Pleasure casts his gaze back on the battlefield in a boring manner, and does not continue to ask questions.

Therefore, he did not know that most of the nine hundred and ninety-nine "new possibilities" that had just emerged led to -

Another defeat of Chaos.

——

Ferrus had no doubt that the current "Vogrim" could easily crush the entire battlefield with just ordinary movements.

The kind in the literal sense of the word.

The huge basilisk instinctively roared in pain, and it was just such a simple cry of pain, at this moment, it seemed that it also had the ability to pull mountains and dementor souls. Those who were able to see this on the battlefield were disturbed by this cry of pain, and instinctively lowered their bodies in a defensive and defensive posture, and even some of their physiology was disrupted by it—except for Ferrus.

The difference in size doesn't mean anything. He thought so. At the very beginning of his life, he had already successfully hunted many monsters much larger than himself. At that time, he obviously didn't have the equipment that was as good and complete as he is now.

The Iron Hand Primordial didn't move at all in the roar of the giant beast, and even showed a smile that looked a little hideous because of the emotion of touching the scene:

"Look who's looking more like 'Gorgon' now." He sighed so softly.

A murderous monster, a symbol of terror, a behemoth associated with the "snake" – did Vogrim realize what he was praying for? Did Slaanesh realize what he had given? Do they mistakenly think that they can win a war for themselves by simply crushing them by force and data? What is Tzeentch doing again? Didn't he realize that the legends he had laid out had been debunked one by one because of this? Didn't you use this as a reminder of Slaanesh? Or did he look forward to the results that would follow?

Countless chaotic thoughts raced through Ferus's mind in an instant, but none of them really bothered him.

The curse of defeat brought about by the legend of Jericho has been dispelled by Pherus himself; After he denied the continuity of "Forgram" as one entity for 10,000 years, and the Fallen Entity strengthened its concept of the "Demon Prince" after receiving a large number of blessings from Slaanesh, one of the main actors was disqualified, and the old events that happened on Istavan V could no longer be used as a weight of fate here.

The only repertoire left on the stage that could be played was "The Legend of Gorgon". But, as Ferus has just said in his near-unconscious sigh:

Now, who is the "Gorgon" in this play? Is it Ferus Manus, who holds the corresponding nickname that is widely known, or is it the Demon Prince, who is closer to the concept of legend?

- And who will eventually become the Perseus who succeeded in slaying the monster with the help of the gods?

The warrior from Medusa, also known as "Gorgon", fearlessly raised his flaming sword in his hand in the turbulence of fate.

He didn't think about anything more complicated. He now has only one purpose: to kill his enemies once and for all.

Mio! (Leopard Fury)

I'm a good guess! But you must not guess so !!! (Crawling all over the ground in a fit of rage)

(End of chapter)