Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 56 Slaanesh's Carnival

Ennio Norwick. He is Norwick's eldest son and first in line to the throne of the Norwick royal family.

At this very moment, this naturally refined prince is leading nearly ten thousand Night Guards, who have been sealing off the outskirts of the City of Truth for half a year.

Although he couldn't understand some key issues, the eldest son, following his father's instructions, established a blockade within a safe area to block all communication between the City of Truth and the outside world.

For a full six months, the City of Truth remained completely silent. No one came out, and no one came in.

The Night Watchers faithfully carry out orders, examining their hearts and cleansing their minds daily to prevent psychic powers from taking advantage of any vulnerabilities.

Ennio arranged for the relatively fragile technicians to rotate regularly to prevent their minds from developing cracks and being exposed to the wizard's gaze.

The eldest son did everything perfectly; there was nothing wrong with him.

In the early morning of the sixth day of the six-month lockdown, Ennio dreamt of the woman with the alluring fragrance once again.

The woman fulfilled Ennio's fantasy of a future queen, as if she were born for his ideals and shaped into this form by the Creator.

She is the embodiment of beauty, the perfect woman that humans can only dream of.

She wore a long purple dress, her slender waist adorned with gold and jewels, her full breasts accentuated by a pink lining, and her skin as delicate and white as porcelain, exuding a subtle fragrance.

In the pink and purple haze, Ennio rested his head on the woman's smooth thighs, the fragrance in his nostrils soothing that he unconsciously relaxed.

"Ennio Norwich~"

The woman's voice was deep and resonant, with a captivating, slightly husky quality. Her soft voice could evoke the deepest, most raw desires in a person's heart.

Ennio was naked. The woman's slender, long fingers, painted with bright nail polish and inlaid with tiny gemstones, glided lightly upwards from her well-defined abdomen, stimulating a ticklish sensation.

"Ennio Norwich, the King of Destiny."

The woman leaned close to his ear, her soft, milky voice slowly flowing into his ears, tinged with regret and remorse, and a touch of inexplicable resentment:

"Unfortunately, the arrival of an outsider will prevent you from ever reaching the throne."

"Hmm, that's good." Ennio lay on his side, snuggling against the woman's thighs to find a more comfortable position. "This way, I can be with you forever!"

The woman's beautiful fingers trembled slightly. She couldn't understand where this man's ambition had gone, his throne usurped by outsiders, his life's ideals rendered meaningless.

What about jealousy of his brothers? What about resentment towards the throne?
"Isn't it nice for us to be so lazy and comfortable? Enjoy the peace and tranquility." As he spoke, Ennio's large hand caressed the woman's graceful waist.

“My brother is strong, more capable than me, and more suitable to inherit the throne.”

"Oh? You're so magnanimous?" The woman detected a hint of bitterness in her magnanimity—the taste of jealousy.

The man in her arms was not as open-minded as he claimed; his true feelings were buried deep within him.

She was prone to jealousy. Jealousy and resentment were twins, stemming from anger at one's own powerlessness.

"What can you do if you're not open-minded?" Ennio lay back down, resting his head comfortably between the woman's thighs, and reached out to stroke her smooth, jade-like cheek.

“I respect my father’s choice; no one can match the strength of a brother.”

“Darling,” the woman’s purple eyes gleamed seductively as she guided Ennio’s thoughts with her words, “you might need some…extra help.”

"What kind of help?" Ennio shrugged and asked seriously.

He knows this planet inside and out.

No one could rival Doom in terms of force, and who could match his father's foresight and wisdom?
The woman smiled gently, her fingers running through Ennio's hair, her alluring, full red lips parting slightly: "You only need to believe in the Prince of Pleasure to gain power and wisdom."

"He will grant you an army to conquer all, to ascend the throne and wield power, and to enjoy its beauty and freedom."

"Oh~" Ennio's eyes lit up, as if he could already see the beautiful scene the woman had described. His arm gradually rose, gripping the woman's neck, and his tone suddenly changed: "This is what you wanted? You bitch!"

The sharp curses momentarily stunned the woman, then an overwhelming force came from her neck.

Ennio's large, powerful hand pressed down on the woman's neck, forcing her to the ground. The intoxication in his eyes vanished completely, and his refined voice was now sharp as a knife: "Is this the 'Prince of Pleasure' you speak of, the one who keeps tormenting my father?"

The allure in the woman's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by terror as she looked at the man gripping her neck. Her voice shifted from languid to shrill: "You weren't affected?"

"Hmph!" Ennio snorted coldly, his emerald green eyes clear and bright. He tightened his grip, as if to strangle the flawless woman: "Didn't Isaac tell you? Don't try to corrupt a warrior's heart?"

The woman screamed, grabbing Ennio's arms and trying to push him away. As she struggled, the porcelain-like skin on her swan-like neck shattered, revealing pale purple skin studded with black keratin like scales.

The sudden change startled Ennio, and his warrior instincts made him instinctively loosen his grip.

Faced with an unknown threat, a soldier will choose to observe and assess, confirm the level of danger of the enemy, and devise better methods to eliminate the opponent, rather than rushing in impulsively when the strength of both sides is unclear.

The woman broke free of her restraints; her graceful body, like an ugly snake, slithered swiftly across the ground, moving away from Ennio's attack range.

When she stood up, her stunning beauty had drastically changed; she now had a distorted appearance that defied natural laws, making one feel disgusted.

Its slender, dark purple, slippery tongue protrudes from its narrow, round mouth, dripping with sticky saliva.

Her body was twisted and slender, possessing both the athleticism of a man and the graceful beauty of a woman, with one side of her chest high and full, and the other side with strong pectoral muscles.

Dressed in sheer gauze and light armor, adorned with precious jewels and dazzling gold ornaments, she was both magnificent and enchanting.

It has four arms on its slender body.

Two arms have fingers like a human's, allowing for normal grasping, while the other two arms are like scorpion pincers, radiating a sharp gleam.

"How hideous!" Ennio's face darkened as he looked at the twisted monster with disgust. "No wonder you can transform into a beautiful form; you're just this ugly!"

"Ugly?" The monster's horizontal pupils narrowed slightly; it was very displeased. "Such a beautiful body, born from my lord's boundless imagination, is so perfect."

Its sound is no longer gentle; it's like a piercing scream, constantly piercing the listener's eardrums and turning clear thoughts into distorted fantasies.

How can the eyes of mortals interpret beauty that transcends the mortal realm?

“I have no opinion on your master’s taste.” Ennio shook his head, not wanting to dwell on the matter, and fiercely questioned, “Speak! Monster!”

"Why do you keep appearing in my dreams? What is your purpose?"

The monster shook its head silently, then slowly retreated with elegant steps, calling out his name: "Ennio Norwick!"

Purple mist spread, gradually engulfing its distorted form, and a slightly mocking voice rang out: "I am the guardian of shameful secrets, and we will meet soon!"

After saying that, he disappeared from Ennio's sight.

The Keeper of Secrets? Will we meet soon?

Ennio lowered his head, pondering the monster's last words, then suddenly looked up at the spot where it had disappeared.

Within the City of Truth, behind the high walls protected by the psychic walls, a blasphemous ritual is taking place.

Six priests dressed in black and purple robes, adorned with jewels and gold ornaments, stood at the six corners of a massive magic circle, their scepters striking the ground repeatedly, producing bizarre music with six syllables.

The circular magic circle, spanning 6,666 square meters, emitted a hazy light tinged with pink and purple. Within the circle, 66,666 believers and offerings were using divine rituals to summon the divine army from the other side to the present.

"6" is the sacred number of Slaanesh. All rituals related to him require offerings in the order of 6, 66, 666, depending on the scale of the ritual.

Slaanesh's rituals are filled with depraved desires. Within the circular pit of the magic circle, believers and sacrifices revel, constantly strengthening the circle's power and shattering the veil between reality and illusion.

"How beautiful!" Isaac squinted, looking down at the ritual pit from the tower, feeling the power of the gods, and murmured in rapture.

For six days, six nights, and six hours, the believers went from drinking and making merry to indulging in carnal revelry. Now, in the circular pit, there is only a reveling crowd, constantly pushing the boundaries of their desires.

Strange appendages grow on the believer's body. They may be like hands, touching different textures and experiencing novel sensations; or like eyes, glancing at bizarre scenes and experiencing strong visual impact; or like ears, capturing strange sounds and falling into a state of confusion.

When moral constraints loosen, unrestrained revelry seems to fill the chasms in one's heart.

Life slips away in madness, the soul sinks into chaos, and the initial desire is twisted into an out-of-control evil!

Beside Isaac, the priest in a purple robe opened his eyes, looking displeased.

“I’ve said it before, the Night Guardians’ will is as strong as steel. Without a direct ritual or medium, you’re just asking for humiliation by trying to enter their dreams.”

Isaac's disdainful gaze was filled with contempt. The Keeper of Secrets is always full of desire, enjoying provoking and exploring secrets, and he is not at peace even when possessing a human.

"It won't be long!" The Keeper of Secrets extended his long tongue, savoring the decadent sweetness in the air, and looked at the ritual that was reaching its climax: "I will shed this lowly disguise and end him with my own hands!"

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