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Chapter 664 Wow, he's a master at taming Seraphic demons!
Yuanyuan's hand landed on Slaanesh's face, instantly contorting his features. He tilted to the side, and his entire aura trembled violently.

The expressions of countless Slaanesh demons and their followers changed drastically. The efficiency of the machinery hidden within their bodies suddenly doubled, as if a power source had been injected into them out of thin air.

Many Slaanesh demons' legs went weak, many Slaanesh followers' eyes rolled back, white foam came out of their mouths, and they collapsed to the ground convulsing.

Even worse, some looked down in horror at their groin before an explosion was released, accompanied by the wails of Slaanesh demons.
Slaanesh, bewildered and helpless, reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the sharp pain. A surge of anger rose in his violet eyes.

"What are you doing?!" Slaanesh demanded, staring intently at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun's expression remained unchanged; he simply extended his round hand again, placing it in front of Slaanesh.

Do you see this round thing?

Slaanesh nodded blankly.

Don't you think it would be perfect to smash it in your face?

As soon as Zhou Yun finished speaking, he struck Slaanesh's other cheek with a round hand, creating a violent ripple in the warp.

"You...you..." Slaanesh hissed shrilly, his voice like sharp swords piercing Zhou Yun, mixed with the wails, pain, pleasure, and unfulfilled desires of living beings.

Zhou Yunyuan moved her hand slightly and immediately took out a megaphone-shaped prop from her pocket, holding it in front of Slaanesh's scream.

The sounds were instantly absorbed by the loudspeaker, rolled through the circular tube behind it, and finally fell into a jar behind it.

Zhou Yun yanked the jar off, poured the contents into his mouth, and then opened his mouth...

"Have you been given the chance to start eating?"

"There are no rules at all!"

"When did the warp allow a idiot like you to sit at the table first?"

Zhou Yun's voice was infused with Slaanesh's own power, which also transformed into a sharp blade and pierced towards Slaanesh.
Slaanesh was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, the force he had just released had slashed his body with numerous fine cuts.
Although those powers quickly reintegrated into Slaanesh's domain, and the fine wounds on his body healed in an instant, Slaanesh still felt pain and humiliation.
[Item Name: Sound-Absorbing Can]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 231.M3]
[Function: A device resembling a phonograph that absorbs surrounding sounds and stores them in an attached jar. By drinking the sounds from the jar, the user can automatically produce the same sounds with their own mouth.]
"I fought for you, I almost got killed fighting Khorne for you, shouldn't you give me some reward?" Slaanesh roared, demanding an explanation.
He has just discovered a cruel truth.

Zhou Yun is far more powerful than Him, and by a significant margin.
In terms of the breadth of his domain and the intensity of the emotions he controls, Zhou Yun even surpasses Tzeentch, second only to Khorne and the Emperor, and is slightly stronger than Nurgle, who has received a significant boost.
Being surpassed by Zhou Yun, who was newly born and not even fully developed, Slaanesh felt a mixture of shame, humiliation, bitterness, and a slight pleasure from being abused.

"Did I promise you any reward?" Zhou Yun asked calmly. "And what is my relationship with Isha? Why don't you ask Nurgle?"

Slaanesh turned his gaze toward Nurgle.

Nurgle, clutching his belly, chuckled and said, “Isha is free. She is not my possession. If she wants to go to you, I will naturally not stop her.”

Slaanesh looked at Isa, whose pale figure flashed and immediately hid behind Nurgle and Zhou Yun.

“What’s so good about this sickly wretch?” Slaanesh roared in frustration. “Am I not more valuable than Him? Can’t you even see that?”

Slaanesh's current impatience is not entirely due to not being able to eat Isha. So what if he can't eat her? There are plenty of other things Slaanesh hasn't eaten in his life; he's only ever been truly satisfied with being well-fed.

Slaanesh, seeing Nurgle and Zhou Yun protecting Isaac, was filled with jealousy and competitiveness, unable to understand where he fell short of Isaac.
Snapped! ! ! !

Another round hand slammed into Slaanesh's face.
Slaanesh was stunned by the punch and couldn't understand why Zhou Yun had suddenly punched him again.

"Should we still call it?" Zhou Yun asked, shaking his round hand.

Slaanesh opened his mouth, feeling the burning pain on his face, sensing the emotions transmitted back by the believers and demons who were suffering extreme torment under the influence of Zhou Yun's domain, and feeling the twisted pleasure that arose within him from being humiliated.
He felt a sense of pleasure at being treated this way by Zhou Yun.
Finally, Slaanesh's tone softened abruptly. He lowered his head and said softly, "I won't call anymore."

“I helped you suppress Inard, shouldn’t you give me some reward?” Zhou Yun asked the succubus in return.

Slaanesh looked stunned. He had worked for Zhou Yun for half a day, but in the end, he still had to pay Zhou Yun extra.

Is there any logic to this? *Slap!*
Another round hand slammed into Slaanesh's face.
At the same time, Slaanesh felt a piece of his domain being torn away.
Those areas concerning curiosity and artistic creativity were forcibly torn from Slaanesh and plunged into Zhou Yun's domain.

This tearing sensation brought Slaanesh unbearable pain and humiliation, a feeling of being used as an ATM by Zhou Yun, yet Slaanesh somehow found pleasure in it, increasingly enjoying this twisted pleasure.
"Yes," Seneca whispered.

“…?” Tzeentch stared at the scene from afar, a huge question mark appearing above his head.

“Impressive.” Khorne sat on his brass throne, and although he didn’t understand what was happening, he still gave his assessment.

“I’ll have to consult numerology for that,” Nurgle said, scratching his head.

The pitch-black sun remained silent.

Zhou Yun slowly withdrew his round hand.

In over 22,000 dreams, Zhou Yun had long since learned how to converse with that lewd bastard, Se Nie.

Slaanesh has become much more perfect after Zhou Yun overpowered Inard.
In the present moment, exchanging benefits is useless to Him, and negotiation will only invite betrayal. The only way is to manipulate Him by leveraging His own characteristics.

Slaanesh possesses all sorts of human desires and yearns to personally experience them and derive pleasure from them.

However, there is one fantasy that Slaanesh finds difficult to practice: the feeling of humiliation experienced when being violated by someone in a superior's position.

Khorne, Genki, and Nurgle clearly didn't understand this kind of pleasure; a slap from the Emperor now only brought Slaanesh death, no joy.
But Zhou Yun can give it to him, and Zhou Yun can use it to control Him.
However, this method is not long-lasting. It only works when Slaanesh is slapped hard by the round hand and is controlled by the pleasure brought by humiliation. After a while, when the tide of pleasure subsides, Slaanesh will become uncontrollable again.
Furthermore, as the frequency increases, Slaanesh's tolerance will gradually rise. Right now, such behavior brings him humiliation and pleasure, but soon it will take more extreme and brutal behavior to give Slaanesh the same feeling.
Zhou Yun thus hovered in the highest heavens, with a dark sun behind him, and Slaanesh and Nurgle standing beside him.
Opposite Him were the two god-kings, Tzeentch and Khorne.
Zhou Yun naturally had no fear of them. Having integrated the domain of vicious techniques, Zhou Yun already knew the extent of his power.
The fact that the realm of malevolent arts could manifest in the High Heavens before even the Dark Lord himself revealed himself already demonstrates His power.

Of the six realms that have now manifested, Khorne's mindless slaughter and the Emperor's corrosive destruction are in the top tier. Zhou Yun's is only slightly inferior to those two, surpassing Nurgle and Tzeentch, and far exceeding Slaanesh.
The strength of the subspace realm depends on the emotional tides in the real galaxy, and on the breadth of their conceptual understanding of reality.

The galaxy is now filled with war, with countless beings constantly killing, bleeding, and wounding each other. The Blood God's domain has reached a terrifying extent, especially after He accepted that wounds and disabilities are also a result of war; His domain has become even wider and more powerful.

And as vast as, or even greater than, the galaxy is the desire for destruction and self-destruction. Almost all life in this galaxy lives in agony, immersed in mutual destruction. Countless beings curse this galaxy and also crave their own annihilation, making the Emperor's erosive and destructive domain extremely powerful.
In this galaxy, both war and suffering are inseparable from machinery; even plagues, changes, and indulgences are inseparable from machinery and creativity.

The weapons that fuel wars are machines, the assembly lines that bring suffering are machines, the biological and chemical weapons that spread plagues are machines, and new machines often bring about social change. Even indulgence can be mechanical rape.
The realm of malevolent arts is indeed vast.
In contrast, Nurgle and Tzeentch's domains are relatively narrow, but when a sufficiently large plague, stagnation, change, or treachery occurs in the galaxy, their domains will expand dramatically, potentially even surpassing Khorne and becoming the largest in the warp.
Finally, there's Slaanesh. Slaanesh's domain is somewhat unsuitable for the current galaxy. If He wants to expand His domain and become more powerful, the necessary condition is large-scale indulgence in the galaxy. But life in the galaxy is currently suffering too much, making large-scale indulgence unlikely.

There was once a galactic overlord race that hosted a race-wide galactic party, but it has been largely wiped out by the Slaanesh, and most of the remaining races have become ascetic, leaving only the Comoros to maintain their old ways.

Khorne sensed the power surging from Zhou Yun. The God of Blood let out a battle roar; He was excited, He couldn't suppress His desire for a fight.

But
As if performing magic, Tzeentch suddenly vanished from Khorne's side, leaving Khorne alone to unleash a battle cry towards Zhou Yun, the Emperor, Slaanesh, and Nurgle.

But to be honest, it does seem a little comical, even ridiculous.
Because even though the Blood God roars, He can't stand up.
The Blood God had long accepted his disability and his destiny to sit eternally on the bronze throne. He wanted to kill, but he himself could not stand up.
The only thing to do is to throw the weapons of war that have been transformed beside His brass throne.
Khorne had already reached for one of them.
But Zhou Yun shrugged, his figure flashed, and he instantly disappeared from the Blood God's sight, retreating back into his own domain.

The great black sun manifested by the Emperor retreated back into the tides of the High Heavens, and Slaanesh and Nurgle also receded.
Only Khorne remained, seated on his bronze throne, weapon raised high, eyes wide, staring at the now empty High Heaven, letting out a furious roar.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yun retreated back into his own domain, back into the realm of his vicious techniques.
However, as Zhou Yun looked around, the area was still in a state of chaos, with only a few scattered things appearing as the tides of the subspace rose and fell.
Besides that, there were only remnants left from Vashtor's Soul Forge, consisting of dilapidated factories filled with demonic wails, completely unsuitable for Zhou Yun's aesthetic sense.
The gods shape their own realms according to their own will: Khorne's Brass Fortress, Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, Nurgle's Nurgle Gardens, Slaanesh's Slaanesh Six Rings, and the Emperor's Golden Throne—all are essentially the same.

Zhou Yun should do the same thing to shape his dwelling.
But before it began, Zhou Yun first sensed an invisible disturbance emanating from the subspace.

This is the echo that Zhou Yun, as the God of Myriad Machines, stirred up in the subspace after his birth into the world.

The birth of the realm of malevolent arts also spurred the emergence and development of the remaining two realms.
Zhou Yun's gaze shifted slightly, first looking at the domain that was completely opposite to his own.
But Zhou Yun saw nothing.
Or rather, that field itself is one where nothing can be seen.
There was only chaos, endless distortion, and an amorphous state.
This differs from Tzeentch's variations, which constantly shift between tangible and indescribable things, difficult to understand but not incomprehensible. In fact, Tzeentch's realm itself contains a thirst for understanding these ever-changing phenomena.

However, the realm that corresponds to Zhou Yun's vicious skills is unknowable.

The realm of malevolent arts symbolizes creativity, the infinite pursuit of the unknown, and is the embodiment of epistemology.

The realm Zhou Yun represents symbolizes blindness, folly, and an infinite fear of the unknown; it is the embodiment of agnosticism.
That realm is called Uncertain Distortion, a distortion, warp, and falsification without form, shape, or clear definition; it is a purely unknowable realm, and the final of the eight realms of subspace.
Many secondary beings in the warp are eagerly coveting the power within this realm.
But that's alright, Zhou Yun will visit them one by one and have a friendly chat with them.
Zhou Yun is now more concerned with the seventh realm.

Zhou Yun raised his eyes and turned to look at the shadow lurking in the subspace, that hungry shadow.
The seventh realm, Greed Dissolves, Eternal Dragon.
(End of this chapter)