"What the hell?!"
Ron almost couldn't hold back as he looked at the energetic Emperor.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.
It's so disgusting, so blasphemous, so blasphemous!
It was really too perverted to do this in public in front of the empire's devout warriors.
That was clearly an illusion exerted by the Lord of Pleasure, trying to influence people's minds.
"Can you also see illusions?" Ron frowned and asked the Goddess of Life next to him.
Perhaps this illusion can only be seen by myself.
"Uh-huh!"
Aisha blushed and nodded, seeming a little shy.
hiss~
Ron took a deep breath. This would be troublesome. He didn't know if the devout believers could withstand it.
The goddess of life, even though she's a deity, is blushing over a bubble teapot?!
But what he didn't know was that the picture seen by the goddess of life was different. What she saw was not the emperor, but the powerful body of the savior.
The images that everyone sees are not all the same. Some are the same, while others are very different.
Unnatural visions have taken over the area.
Except for those with stronger minds like Ron who were able to remain rational, most of the warriors were deeply trapped in it and could hardly distinguish between reality and illusion.
This is the terrifying thing about the Lord of Pleasure.
He can create nightmare experiences beyond the senses to torture or distort people's minds, thereby corrupting them.
Since Ron had been enjoying the illusion created by the Lord of Pleasure for many years, he had already developed a certain level of resistance.
Therefore, it was not affected much.
His psychic perception peeked into the illusions in the minds of other warriors and experienced the Lord of Pleasure's evil taste.
Under the influence of the Chaos God himself, the warriors' minds were corrupted and they could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality.
Such attacks are more difficult to defend against.
"No, you damn Eldar alien, let our father go!"
The Primaris of the Nova Chapter were found in an Eldar palace, their armour and clothing torn off, tied to pillars.
They were served by beautiful Eldar women, and were whipped with thorn whips, which gave them extreme pleasure and made their flesh and blood bleed, with even their bones exposed.
All sensory perceptions will be reflected in the real body.
But this is not the most heartbreaking thing.
What is even more torturous is that these Primaris Gene-Fathers and Imperial Regents are also suffering similar treatment.
On the throne.
Evelyne, the Death Herald of the Eldar, was like a queen, harshly training the kneeling Imperial Regent, who was willing to enjoy it all, like a loyal dog.
All this caused even more pain to the Primaris.
Soon, Ron saw more mental visions of the warriors.
All of them are a reflection of their inner world. In addition to pain and torture, there is also absolute happiness, a carnival of killing for glory, and so on.
In it, he discovered a peaceful fantasy world.
It was a beautiful planet where all matter was made up of food. The warriors were happily stirring the woks, interacting with the food and reveling in it.
The Children of Man really do have different ways of thinking.
But it is also a form of corrosion.
The corruption created by Slaanesh is not all painful torture or sensory stimulation, there are also some gentle and beautiful traps, such as interests, love, food and even friendship.
It makes people unconsciously addicted and eventually fall into chaos.
The next moment.
Ron came to the garden of the goddess of life.
"Is this... Aisha's illusion?"
Everything in the garden is soft, full of desire or temptation, which makes people fantasize.
"No, let me go...ah!"
Suddenly, Aisha screamed, full of cowardice and sobbing, as if she had been violated and could not resist.
After hearing the voice, Ron suddenly became nervous: "Oh no, could it be that the woman was captured by Slaanesh and tortured in the illusion?"
As a deity, the Goddess of Life will not be easily affected by illusions.
Perhaps only a high-ranking god like the Lord of Pleasure could inflict such torture on him.
Without hesitation, he rushed towards the area where the sound came from. "No matter what, we must rescue her as soon as possible!"
He had put in so much effort and spent so much money, even getting the Tsar involved, just to get the Goddess of Life out of the Garden of Nurgle.
What if the Lord of Pleasure intercepted the matter and took the goddess to the Palace of Slaanesh and did all sorts of things to her? Wouldn't I be at a huge loss and become the greatest injustice?
Then he would have to sit at the same table with Father Nurgle.
Ron remained alert and headed deeper into the illusion at full speed.
Fortunately, his spiritual power was strong enough and he would not be controlled and corrupted by the Lord of Pleasure in the realm of illusion.
He was able to break free from control by joining forces with the Goddess of Life.
No big problem!
However, when Ron rushed to the area where the Goddess of Life was, everyone was dumbfounded.
The scene before me was quite explosive.
It was a fragrant flower bush, and the flower elves flying among them were crying.
Elsa was on the swing in the middle of the flowers, being tortured.
The goddess of life was brutally manipulated by the image of the savior.
The violent storm was beating against the weak and powerless flowers.
The scene was extremely impactful.
Ron took a deep breath and then asked, "Where is the Lord of Pleasure? There's no trace of Him..."
The Lord of Pleasure did not exist in this illusion at all, and the spirit of the goddess of life, Aisha, did not seem to be harmed.
It's more like a voluntary choice.
When he thought of this, he was even more shocked: "I didn't expect that you, such a goddess of life, would have such a fetish?"
This moment.
Ron's filter for the goddess of life was completely shattered. He had tried his best to save her, but he didn't expect that she would be greedy for his body.
Still like roughness and force?
He was a little suspicious that the Goddess of Life had been imprisoned for too long and had developed a liking for the victim complex.
"What should we do now?"
Ron pondered, he couldn't just go up and pull her out of the illusion, right? Should he give her a dose of reality?
But he immediately suppressed the second thought.
We are now in the subspace. If we follow this line of thought, we will probably fall into the trap of the Lord of Pleasure.
Then you have to endure the beating yourself.
Just as Ron was hesitating, he saw Elsa, who was immersed in a violent illusion and struggling and begging, change her posture and turn around.
Just happened to look into my eyes.
In an instant, the space became quiet and fell into an awkward silence.
He could see clearly.
The little face of the goddess of life turned from red to white, and she trembled in shame, her whole body almost breaking.
"No..."
She reacted and hurriedly turned her back, and her powerful image as a savior disappeared.
Afterwards, the gauze curtain covered the entire flowerbed, and nothing could be seen.
In this illusionary space of the Goddess of Life, Ron was the only one left.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Although I saw some secrets that I shouldn't have seen, at least nothing dangerous happened, which is a good thing.
What's more, I have mastered some secrets of the Goddess of Life's thinking, which will make it easier to get along with her in the future.
Perhaps, I can be tougher on that goddess in the future.
After making sure that the Goddess of Life was not dangerous and just had some small desires, Ron turned around and wanted to leave this illusion space.
However, the next second, his body froze.
Because, a pair of soft, white hands were placed on his shoulders.
"Ron..."
A tingling, tingling, and irresistible voice came out.
Ron held his breath, turned around slowly, and saw a graceful figure in the purple mist.
The body was so seductive, all the curves were flawless, and the face embodied all the beauty in the world; even the devil horns on the forehead were of golden proportions.
There is also top-grade snow white.
He is the embodiment of desire, the god of pleasure—Slaanesh, the lord of pleasure!
The Lord of Pleasure came gracefully over, walked up to the restrained Savior, and smiled slightly: "I finally caught you, my little cutie.
Come, immerse yourself in the most wonderful joy in this world with me, and you will become my most beloved prince..."
Nearly a century later, He finally caught hold of the Savior, the One who had repeatedly rejected His gifts.
"Oh no, I got caught for being careless!"
Ron's scalp felt like it was about to explode, his heart was beating at its limit, but his body seemed to be restrained.
Can't move at all.
Simply put, his mind is unreceptive, but his body is more honest.
This is the horror of desire.
He felt that he was already in the process of corruption.
Very dangerous.
The Lord of Pleasure gently grabbed the Savior and tried to pull him into the abyss.
That being took action personally.
"Damn it, what a gift this is!"
"The Savior has no honor, he doesn't deserve it at all!"
Somewhere in the purple mist.
Fulgrim, the fallen phoenix who followed the Lord of Pleasure to attack the Garden of Nurgle, was so angry when he saw this scene that he almost gritted his teeth.
He was so envious.
Whether it is her worship of the Lord of Pleasure, her artistic pursuit, or her appearance, they are all superior to the Savior.
I've served that being for ten thousand years, so why can't I receive such a gift?!
How unfair this is!
"No!"
The Fallen Phoenix was jealous to the extreme and closed its eyes in pain, unable to bear to watch the Savior enjoy that pleasure.
Beside him, Lucius the Undying, the Chosen of Slaanesh, patted him with his whip-like tentacles to comfort him.
Afterwards, something strange happened in the illusion.
"O Lord of Pleasure!"
The two of them saw the shocking scene and couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Not long ago.
"It's over!"
Ron watched helplessly as his own hands reached out to that sin, sinking deeper into corruption, but he was powerless to do anything.
what to do?!
He realized that he could not resist the true form of a Chaos God.
No matter what, he didn't want to be the chosen one or the prince of Slaanesh. That was too perverted.
Moreover, he had offended the Lord of Pleasure quite severely, and there was no telling how he would be toyed with or tortured.
What's more, that being is hermaphroditic. What if he does that to me with his male body? Wouldn't that be tragic?
Ron struggled desperately, trying to break free from his restraints.
Fortunately, he soon discovered the clue. The joyful evil energy did not transform his body too much, but was absorbed by the dark side.
This greatly reduces the influence of the Lord of Pleasure.
His mind calmed down.
Ron keenly realized that the being before him was not the real body of the Lord of Joy, but an illusory body condensed from evil energy.
In other words, the entity has not yet actually invaded the Garden of Nurgle.
Invading the territory of a Chaos God is not easy. Even the Blood God and the Lord of Change had to make careful preparations before they could successfully invade.
The Lord of Pleasure had no idea that he would enter the Garden of Nurgle, so his decision to capture him must have been a hasty one.
It's not that fast to come in.
After Ron realized this, he immediately stopped being timid and began to secretly accumulate psychic power.
"Savior, the sight of you struggling is truly delightful."
The Lord of Pleasure licked his lips, appearing even more seductive, as if he couldn't wait any longer.
Because of the special psychic power of corruption, one can further enhance his power and possess a powerful Primarch slave.
And more armies of the Saviors.
This is a lucrative reward that no Chaos God would be able to refuse.
The Lord of Pleasure kissed her gently, as if to leave an indelible mark on her.
This kind of fel energy or psychic imprint is difficult to remove.
When Mortarion was branded with a symbol on his heart by the former Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Drag, it became a lifelong shame for him.
I haven't been able to get rid of the shadow until now.
The Lord of Pleasure's tattoo is even more brutal, roughly equivalent to a fel version of a succubus tattoo, and it's the kind that can't be covered up.
Anyone who covers himself with this thing can forget about going out in the future. He will lose all his dignity and will be laughed to death by his enemies.
"Fuck!"
Ron also noticed this and exploded.
Sizzle~
His jet-black hair stood up, and his whole body was wrapped in exploding golden arcs of electricity, with even more dazzling arcs gathering in his right hand.
In an instant, he drained out most of the faith energy stored in the little sun, and his fist became even more powerful with the blessing of the golden electric arc.
Fuck you, golden fist!
Bang——
Ron broke free and punched the Lord of Pleasure hard in the gorgeous face.
"Savior!"
The Lord of Pleasure's face was distorted, and he screamed and flew backwards, crashing into the purple smoke and disappearing.
"My master..."
The Fallen Phoenix and the Immortal were both confused as they watched the phantom body of the Lord of Joy fly past them.
The man who had dealt a critical blow to the Lord of Pleasure, the savior, after repelling the phantom, did not show any reluctance and tore the illusion apart with a violent gesture and left.
Only a mighty back was left.
It left an indelible mark on the Slaanesh and female followers who witnessed it.
The ethereal air grew increasingly humid.
…
Garden of Nurgle.
The floral scent vanished from Ron's nostrils, and he inhaled a foul odor, the smell of Nurgle's garden.
"Finally it came out..."
He took a deep breath and almost spit it out: "Ugh, I can't take deep breaths all the time from now on."
Time in the illusion of thought is even longer.
By the time he came out, only more than ten seconds had passed.
"Ron, are you okay?"
The goddess of life, Aisha, covered the savior's chest with her hand, transmitting life force, and almost pressed her entire body against him.
Only then did Ron realize that perhaps he was able to break free from control so quickly with the help of the Goddess of Life.
He shook his head: "I'm fine."
"Did you...see me just now..."
Aisha's face flushed red, and she didn't dare to look up as she asked timidly.
"What?"
Ron's acting skills exploded, pretending to know nothing. It is easier to keep this secret if it is not exposed.
He stared at the other person: "What happened?"
"Nothing... nothing."
The goddess of life fell silent again, trying her best to control her body's trembling, not wanting the savior to discover her shameful secret.
Ron didn't dwell on this matter, but paid attention to the situation of the warriors.
Due to the wide coverage of the illusion, many warriors have already shown signs of corruption, and the consequences will be disastrous if this continues.
"Savior!"
Faintly, the angry voice of the Lord of Pleasure could be heard from the outside world, followed by more tremors in the Garden of Nurgle.
It seems that the existence no longer hides itself and begins to forcibly invade the garden.
A crack channel appeared, and the joyful fel energy became even stronger.
"Emperor, what a blasphemy this is!"
The Grey Knights clerk trembled and almost cried, wishing he were blind.
At this moment, there are still some people with pure hearts who have not fallen into the illusion of thinking.
But they saw an illusion of the Emperor in mid-air, which was composed of fel mist.
The Emperor's illusion began to dance, and then did something with the image of the Lord of Pleasure, and then the Savior joined in, which was even more shocking.
It's simply a riot of demons.
That was the Lord of Pleasure's humiliation of the Emperor and the Imperial warriors, and a great destruction to faith.
Ron looked at the illusion, frowning. "It seems that after we get out, we need to arrange for a priest to help them recover psychologically, and it would be best if they could undergo amnesia surgery..."
This scene also angered the emperor in a distant area.
The being was furious and hoped that the savior would build a passage so that he could descend into the Garden of Nurgle.
The emperor can no longer suppress his anger!
"Lord of Pleasure, you'll be in big trouble soon!"
Ron gritted his teeth as he looked at the increasingly perverted evil energy of pleasure in the distance.
He also began to move, coming near the ranged troops and using his psychic power to dispel their mental illusions.
Return it to normal.
He then gave the order to attack, launching a final few large sacred urn bombs to blanket the area.
The holy light cleared the nearby fel energy, creating a safe area.
The blasphemous illusion in the air also disappeared.
This made the warriors break free from the illusion, and the signs of corruption on their bodies were also purified, but their expressions were still a little panicked.
The Chapter Chaplains took emergency measures, reciting the Emperor's Word to help the warriors recover their spirits and strengthen their faith.
"How is it? Can it be fixed?"
Ron came to the center of the team and looked at the sacred core that was several meters high.
It is a reinforced version of the core of the sacred tower, and the energy channel constructed is strong enough to withstand the advent of the emperor's power.
The technical sergeants were working on it, but there was no progress.
They felt somewhat guilty: "Savior, the system and structure of this creation are intact, but there is no way to start it."
"What's the reason?"
"The Machine Soul is unhappy..."
Ron was silent. This kind of metaphysical problem was the most difficult to solve.
He then asked, "Have you done the incense and prayers?"
But he quickly realized that was an invalid question.
There were several technical sergeants around holding incense burners and burning candles, some were personally applying holy oil to mechanical parts, and some were devoutly chanting binary hymns at the engine.
It was even dotted with miniature sacred urn bullets and adorned with more treasured emblems of the Mechanical Goddess.
I've used the entire set of machine soul swords, but none of them work!
Ron was very anxious. Why was the machine spirit unhappy when facing such a powerful enemy?
Fortunately, he had a backup plan.
Ron looked at the person next to him and ordered, "Big Skill Overlord, go ahead and get it done as soon as possible!"
After problems arose with the Sacred Core, he contacted the Steel-Tooth Green-Skinned Master in the Garden of Nurgle in the name of the Four-Armed Savior.
Let the other party teleport over to take a look.
That great wisdom was also one of the high-level technicians who participated in the construction of the sacred core and provided many ideas.
The big tech tyrant wears electronic goggles and has a mess of mechanical arms on his body.
He circled around the sacred core, and then, in front of everyone's surprised gaze, he took out a sledgehammer and smashed it down.
Duang~
The sledgehammer hit the engine of the sacred core, causing the entire body to vibrate violently, cracks to appear in the mechanical device, and even parts to fall off.
But strangely, the sacred core started to work.
alright!
Ron finally understood. It seemed like this machine soul was just asking for a beating. He should not be too precious to machines in the future...
Dajiba also came to the same conclusion.
Afterwards, the green-skinned Great Wisdom bid farewell to the Savior, walked away with his legs spread out, and the arc of electricity that erupted made his figure disappear.
He used warp technology to return to the greenskin army.
"This guy's skills have improved again..."
Ron was quite moved. They were indeed the creations of the ancient saints and the race that built the webway.
The technical sergeants got busy, completely activating the sacred core and related mechanical creations.
In the outer areas, the war has begun, and the warriors at the forefront have already engaged in battle with the demons of Slaanesh.
At this time, an extremely loud, harsh and crazy noise came, which was very disturbing.
That's the Noise Warrior of the Lord of Pleasure.
Sizzle~
Space torn.
The huge purple figure became clearer and clearer, and the Lord of Joy's invasion was successful.
The true existence is coming!
His eyes locked on the Savior, his desire growing stronger: "You can't escape. You will be tortured to the utmost pleasure!"
In an instant, Ron was enveloped by a terrifying aura and could hardly breathe.
At the same time, a golden beam of light rose from the sacred core and penetrated into the void.
That fiery, explosive, and irrepressible sacred aura also descended