Chapter 504 422 Within the Sixth Ring Road

Chapter 504 4.22 Within the Sixth Ring Road

[Warning for this chapter: Very slight Slaanesh warning]

ah……

The gods awakened from the fallen desires of the Eldar...the nature of endless pursuit of excitement...

But for gods, but for those chimeras with huge concepts mixed together, is there really a hope in this world that gods cannot satisfy?

The essence of pursuing the ultimate drives him, but everything is just a game at hand. The most primitive stimulation comes from the biological fear of paying the price - the difference between a big gamble and a street game is nothing more than the difference in chips.

The more chips you put on the table, the more you feel the pain of pleasure, the sweetness of dopamine secretion.

The never-ending bets on one's own chips, money...body...life...layers of bets bring unforgettable pain, as well as the frenzied joy when you win.

The god of excitement and pleasure is no stranger to this. He has tricked innocent souls into falling into this path countless times, enjoying the twisted and painful pleasures in their souls.

...But for Him...Has He ever experienced the second before falling into the abyss?

For Him, does the abyss really exist?

Perhaps there was no choice before the gods, but now, when mortals have the ability to kill gods, the gods themselves also have a sharp blade that can stab their own necks!

He stood before the abyss, falling in ecstasy.

It's coming!

He is coming!

The past and the future turned into vague phantoms under the flow of the underworld, leaving only the present——

Let Him be completely immersed in the joyful flow of this moment!

Now! Only now! Him and it! bring it on! bring it on!

He cheered.

pain! pain! pain! The supreme joy of pain!

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With the Emperor's Pride falling into the highest sky as the anchor point, the huge power of the conceptual level among the six desires poured in, slowly and greedily devouring all tangible and colored existences.

This process was not as intense or as abrupt as the first time. The huge bodies of both parties made everything slow down... and... it made him dizzy.

The black tide poured in, seeping through the closed doors. In the trembling pink light, the marble double doors decorated with silver-patterned amethysts gradually melted away. They were as soft and weak as melted ice cream in summer. They trembled and fell. Down, dripping into the darkness, into the land of death.

A cold feeling of powerlessness surged from the ends of God's senses.

The devouring begins.

The lowest sexual demons screamed and fled in all directions. The youngest lady lazily listened to their prayers for you. He was surprised and licked the panic emanating from them from the inside out. It turned out to be through His hands. The soul of creation also has such sweet moments.

The appetizer before choking has already brought enough surprises for the Prince of Darkness.

He couldn't help but caress his carefully selected companion, the cute little Eldar doll. His fingertips pierced the flesh and peeled off the layers of flesh and blood. He whimpered and gasped together, and blood and liquid flowed out. With the actions of the Prince of Darkness, the bed The crystal prism next to it flashed ever-changing, strange and charming purple images.

The youngest lady listened contentedly to the silence under the majestic dome, and the singing and dancing that had not stopped for hundreds of millions of years came to an abrupt end.

In the beginning, He was whole.

He danced on his bed surrounded by layers of silk curtains, unable to help but devour the soul. Between the hazy gauze, bits of starlight flashed on his dancing body, and countless gold and silver jewels rippled on the youngest lady's body. The constant sun is more dazzling and softer than the Milky Way.

For the ultimate miser in the world, the jewelry on a beautiful woman is more beautiful than a beautiful woman.

The pitch-black lake water slowly rose up, and the calm surface reflected the reflections of layers of golden mountains. Endless gold coins piled up as far as the eye could see, and people like pigs dug into them, willing to be moths in a pile of rice.

The first gold coin fell as the greedy man dug and fell into the black river flowing slowly on the ground.

Disappear silently.

No matter how much treasure is thrown away, tears made of pearls fall from the golden mountain.

The demons in charge of the greed of gold and silver screamed, leaving behind their corrupted and mature souls. They ran behind them, but the door of the next ring was closed tightly, and they were not welcome to enter.

The demons pounded desperately on the door, uttering harsh roars and curses.

But a fool cannot understand a sincere plea for mercy.

In the circle of greed, Ming Shui greedily swallows the world's treasures.

Gold, silver, jade, agate and jade, but in the corner of the grand narrative, the monotonous background is far less vibrant than the garden.

The river water continued to rise, reaching the ankles of the demons. The demons who lost their feet screamed and fell instantly. They tried to struggle to get up, but the essence of the black river was not a real flow of water. Their bodies fell into the darkness and disappeared instantly, screaming. The sound came suddenly, and I tried to lift it up, but half of my face, which was still staring at death, fell into the river.

The powerful demons began to use their companions as stepping stones. They trampled on their companions desperately and crowded to high places driven by fear. In an instant, a squirming mountain of flesh was piled up in front of the Gate of Taotie. The jewelry on their bodies made them even more confused. This mountain of meat shines brightly.

From time to time someone stumbles and falls from a great height into absolute death.

+Ah...+

The Prince of Darkness let out a sigh of contentment. He couldn't help but caressed his smooth and smooth skin. The gold and silver jewels that had fallen into his skin melted away. He felt that he was melting. In the extreme coldness, his hot and noisy The outer surface was peeled away, revealing the naked core.

His appearance has not been so monotonous for a long time...so simple, so virginal.

What a...what a wonderful experience!

+Come...come quickly. +

The youngest lady shouted, He obeyed His concept, He lowered his head and leaned down like a wild animal. On His soft and deep bed, under the shadow of His body, there was a little cutie lying at this moment. , that tightly sealed mouth trembled, what a cute and stubborn little Elf.

The gold and silver that liquefied and turned into stinky droplets dripped along the ravines of the Dark Prince's muscles and onto the face of the Eldar One-Horn.

He stretched out his hands—such clean hands, without rings, without bone-piercing bracelets—and took off the poor imitation mask, and the dark mask was carelessly thrown off the bed.

He stroked the clown's face, which was full of anger and fear, buried his head, and kissed the corner of the doll's mouth.

He was skinny, with an empty belly. The fangs that pierced his mouth grew violently, turning into a demon. His mouth turned into a sucker, and the layers of fangs screamed in circles. He was as tight as the sweetest lover. Kissing his mate, clinging to it like maggots on the tarsus, loving, trembling, gratefully scratching every grain of flesh.

The dark beast bared its fangs and knocked open the gluttonous door.

It changed, became more reckless, more impatient, after tasting a part of the six desires...

The Prince of Darkness stood up. Under him were the broken bones. He couldn't help but bite his fingers and stroked his blood-covered face with one hand.

See, He knew it would also perish.

...It's all like this.

All things will eventually sink into the Six Rings of Slaanesh,

He bit off his finger and chewed eagerly.

Come, come quickly, He is getting hungry.

He bit off his own palm and swallowed it in one gulp. His neck bulged like a python swallowing a giant egg. He didn't have time to chew again. He leaned down in panic, licking the bloody silk like a pig, and swallowed the surface of the tongue. Silk torn by sharp thorns - He is hungry! He is hungry!

The other hand of the Prince of Darkness couldn't help but go down his waist. He was trembling under the huge hunger. Is this what it felt? Will it feel endless hunger? Is this the nature of what it devours? !

Pluto—O Pluto! ! !

Under the extreme torture, the writhing and writhing Dark Prince whimpered his name from the corners of his mouth.

In the highest sky, the other three waves trembled violently, as if they were screaming or quarreling.

The underworld water rolled suddenly, setting off huge waves. The rare delicacies disappeared in the blink of an eye together with the people who were devouring them. The ocean filled with wine was just a mouthful of the Lord of the Underworld. His giant hand waved the piles of fat meat on the long table. Sweep away.

Having adapted to the Circle of Six Desires, it became even more unscrupulous. It didn't even stop for a moment in front of the table prepared for it by Slaanesh. It devoured them roughly and then went straight in.

This made the youngest lady feel disappointed, but its direct theme made it even more ecstatic,

In front of the starving ghost, the flesh and blood of a beautiful woman is more fragrant than a beautiful woman.

Have you come for my flesh and blood, my dear?

Slaanesh sighed in contentment. He was suddenly no longer hungry. He collapsed in a mess of softness, stretching his waist randomly.

He is the snake of desire that eats up his own fears.

The snake of desire that bites its tail in an attempt to satisfy its never-ending greed.

+come~+

Following the words of the Prince of Darkness, the third door opened on its own.

Tentacles greedily poked in, but unexpectedly, the circle of pleasure was empty.

Countless chains stained with blood and dried liquid hung down the walls, and the former pleasure hall turned into an existence like an abandoned torture chamber.

In the center of the hall, there was only a huge bed that was no longer luxurious or fragrant.

Squeak - the sound of heavy objects rising and falling on the bed sounded. Slaanesh, who looked like Fulgrim, stood up and stepped on the cold and hard ground with his bare feet.

The pearl-gold chain that ran through his ankles had long since turned into a rusty iron chain. He was content, but he stood there as if he never knew what moderation was.

Slaanesh sighed, and the sound of pain and regret echoed through the six rings of Slaanesh.

+My dear, this is our end. +

He stared into the darkness, feeling fear peeling away layers of his core.

A voice like silver bells rang, and giggles began,

+But the good news is, we still have some private time~+

No more, great!