Chapter 216 Slaanesh: I Will Personally Take the Blame

Chapter 216 Slaanesh: I will personally take the place...

On the king's bed.

Slaanesh was in a lazy posture, holding his chin, staring at the portrait of the Savior with admiration.

Of course, he felt the jealousy of his servant Fulgrim, but never paid attention to it. Instead, he thought it was a good thing.

Slaanesh even deliberately created such an atmosphere to arouse the jealousy of the fallen phoenix.

He liked the feeling of servants competing to serve him.

If Ron were here, he would probably see through it immediately and tell Fulgrim, the handsome guy:

"Waste sheep, wake up, you've been CPU!"

Unfortunately, Fulgrim was deeply trapped in it and couldn't tell it at all, or he was so fallen that his heart had already turned into the shape of Slaanesh.

This is the end of falling into chaos, and the mind has long been lost.

Fulgrim glanced at his master and the portrait of the Savior he was staring at, his face gloomy.

He lifted his gorgeous pink and purple cloak and left with a twisted snake body.

The proud phoenix was unwilling to stay here and be humiliated. It would come back later!

Slaanesh continued to look at the portrait of the savior. He was indeed interested in this man.

After all, he was the favorite of the cursed and was protected by him personally.

Nothing could be more joyful than conquering such a being and playing with him.

As for conquering the cursed, he dared to think about it, but he couldn't do it.

The miserable state of Tzeentch being tortured by the cursed still remained in his mind, making him afraid.

It seemed that it would be good?

Slaanesh's body trembled slightly, and he actually had some thoughts of trying it.

For him, extreme torture was also a kind of pleasure.

But his reason was still there, and he forcibly suppressed the terrible and absurd idea.

After all, the cursed was a deadly existence.

Let's conquer the savior first. He can't wait to pull him into the palace and train him well.

Suddenly, Slaanesh's eyes flashed, and he stared at the portrait, as if he had discovered something.

He had a faint sense of familiarity with the Savior.

Many years ago, he seemed to have met the Savior?

Slaanesh searched in his memory.

His domain received hundreds of millions of fallen believers every day, whether they were ordinary people, nobles who loved pleasure, or powerful warriors.

Even the high governors and great lords.

Too many people left an impression on him.

It was not easy to find such a person from the complex memory.

Soon, Slaanesh found the memory:

On the verdant field, a black-haired young man raised his middle finger and cursed: "Slaanesh, I curse your ancestors!"

Then, he was covered by a ray of light and pulled out of Slaanesh's domain...

It turned out to be him!

Slaanesh's pink figure trembled slightly, and his interest became stronger.

At that time, the little guy was rescued by a strange force, and even he could not stop it.

After the little guy left, He called and searched for him many times, but failed to bring him back.

Instead, he was cut off from contact.

After that, He completely lost this believer who had blessed him, and lost a part of his power in vain.

Slaanesh snorted coldly, and the thick powder mist spread, which frightened the demons in the palace.

This incident made Him very angry, and he whipped Fulgrim and Lucius well.

Of course, in the eyes of Fulgrim and others, this was equivalent to a reward.

In fact, it was Ron who was more afraid at that time, and used the power of the little sun to block the channel about Slaanesh in the subspace.

It eliminated the possibility of being pulled back to Slaanesh's palace, and at most he occasionally had some stimulating dreams.

Ron not only blackened Slaanesh, but also scooped up Slaanesh's blessing in vain, becoming a handsome guy with full charm.

In the eyes of Slaanesh, such bad behavior is like pulling up the pants and not admitting it.

He has always kept this matter in mind.

Unexpectedly, only more than ten years later, this guy has transformed himself into the favorite of the cursed, the only savior, and the demon-eater.

Fortunately, I found him!

Under the new hatred and old grudges, Slaanesh gave the savior an unparalleled look.

No matter what, this former believer must be pulled back to the palace of Slaanesh and whipped day and night!

Of course, the projection of the savior is under the protection of the cursed, and I can't do anything to him for the time being.

I can only start from the material world.

Such a being, he must not be willing to hide all the time, one day he will come out and wander in the galaxy.

By that time, he will have nowhere to hide!

Slaanesh kept this matter in mind, raised his hand and waved, dispelling the portrait of the savior.

Then, He lay back on the king's bed:

"Savior, you can't escape the control of desire..."

The lord of indulgence has decided that when he finds that guy, he will personally go down to seduce him.

Give him the most extreme and wonderful pleasure in the world.

As for now, He has enough patience to quietly wait for his appearance.

Soon, the palace of Slaanesh returned to its former tranquility.

The demons were still enjoying themselves.

But rumors about the savior, the demon-eater, continued to circulate:

It is said that the existence is not only terrible, but also more charming than the fallen primarch, the demon prince who calls himself the Phoenix.

He is deeply loved by the great Lord of Debauchery.

Such news has made many banshees and succubi in the domain ready to move.

…

Nurgle Domain.

Nurgle Garden, it is a combination of jungles, forests, swamps and vegetation green land embodied by unclean life.

A festering mixture of rampant diseases.

The twisted paths of the garden are full of disease mud and worms, and the air is filled with thick smoke and black flies.

Decayed bones surge from the stagnant swamps, and plague bushes, swollen fungi and wildly blooming flowers push each other.

Even the lazy breeze groans like a sickness.

In this terrible scene of decay, there is a sense of tranquility and peace, with Nurgle demons playing or singing and dancing in the woods.

They enjoy a warm time.

In the center of the garden, a giant cauldron gurgles with green bubbles.

That is the Plague Cauldron, a large container that can hold the oceans of all the worlds in the galaxy.

All the plagues in the world are condensed in it, and the rising poisonous gas almost screams.

If a mortal smells it, it is likely to be directly transformed into a terrible Nurgle demon.

Father Nurgle uses a long spoon crawling with maggots to stir the thick juice in the giant cauldron and carefully mix the plague virus.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the Great Unclean Ones around him with a loving look:

"He is a good boy..."

Nurgle's most beloved Kugath was slightly startled, and even the Rain Father Rotigus showed a strange look.

Of course they knew who the father was talking about:

The savior, the demon eater.

It seems that they are about to welcome a new family member.

The Great Unclean Ones had no objections, and they all welcomed their brothers.

Nurgle did not explain too much, and lowered his head again, continuing to brew the plague virus.

That was prepared for the Savior.

He could feel the vigorous life force in the Savior's projection. Once the child was thrown into the arms of decay and disease.

The most powerful Nurgle demon in history will be born.

...

Khorne Domain.

In the Brass Hall, the Khorne Demons had dispersed, and the huge blood shadow sat quietly on the throne.

Khorne was also thinking about the Savior.

But he did not intend to recruit the Savior who dared to invade his domain.

The bounty order has been issued, and he expects his warriors to bring him the Savior's head.

In the palace.

Kabanha tore another demon apart, showing his ability to the demons of his legion.

To completely conquer this newly acquired army.

He was thinking about how to take revenge on the Blood Angels. As for the Savior, he didn't want to provoke him again.

Even if he had greater strength, he was confident that he could easily crush the other party.

The damage inflicted by the cursed left him with a huge shadow, and he couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the Savior.

What Kabanha didn't know was that the portrait he had photoshopped had quickly spread in the subspace.

It set off more waves.

Most Chaos beings knew about the Savior, the Devourer, a powerful figure who had just appeared in the galaxy.

Another palace.

The scarlet blood of killing was everywhere, which came from the ritual array of the material world.

A Khorne Demon was summoned by a believer from the marginal world.

Just as the Khorne Demon was excited to go over and kill, he suddenly heard a eulogy:

"I, the Savior of the Middel World, pray for the arrival of the great existence..."

Savior?

After the entry was triggered, the Khorne Demon remembered the fate of the Demon Eater and Kabanha.

Then, his anger burst out:

"Cunning Demon Eater, don't try to deceive me!"

The Khorne Demon slammed the ritual passage.

The huge iron hammer smashed the passage and the Khorne believers in front of the ritual formation in front of the passage.

The passage was closed, and those poor believers never understood until their death why the great existence they worshipped would kill themselves?

They didn't expect to die. The three words "Savior" angered the Khorne Demon.

After all, in the galaxy, there are so many guys who call themselves saviors that it is difficult to count.

They can only blame themselves for finding the wrong target.

If they summoned Angras or other demons who were eager to chop off the savior's head.

The situation would be completely different.

...

Mattila, Throne Square.

After the crisis was resolved, Ron immediately returned to the material world. There were still many things that needed him to do.

He took a deep breath: "Finally safe"

Huh?

Before Ron could relax, a strange feeling came over him...