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Even Lilith, who always maintained an elegant demeanor in every aspect of combat, now held her weapon, casting aside her elegance and nobility...

He stood on the hood of his vehicle, roaring like a special forces soldier.

They truly felt an unprecedented joy.

When they realized that their faith was no longer empty talk, when they understood that their daily prayers might finally be answered... how could these dark Eldar living in despair not feel ecstatic?

These desperate, pointy-eared people were so extreme; having endured ten thousand years of hardship without divine protection, so many of them desperately craved divine blessing.

Otherwise, Evelynn's Death Army wouldn't have been able to swell to such a massive size all at once.

Kane was right here, and Bloodhand was right beside them! Their faith and souls had found a home, and they no longer felt the same desperate envy towards those monkeys they once despised!

Although he was a monkey, their god was with him.

That's fucking enough!

He loves us!

The frenzied charge was accompanied by the green-skinned war cry that was utterly ridiculous...

This Kane racing crew, which had been growing bigger and bigger in the Comoros, finally made it to the territory of the vassal kingdom.

There is a road leading to the underground city. They need to get from here to the Gates of Cain and nip the fatal problem in the bud.

However, it is clear that some people are not happy to see things going so smoothly.

In the dark streets of Comoros, an incredibly bizarre ball is underway, where thousands of Slaanesh banshees each grab a dark Eldar and force them to dance.

Their dance was incredibly gorgeous, and their steps were so precise it was breathtaking… As Slaanesh demons, their artistic cultivation was indeed three or four stories high.

However, their behavior had little to do with elegance.

Because with each dance step, they tear off a piece of flesh from their dance partner...

Amidst the wails of the dark Eldar, they tore off their muscles, exposing blood-red nerves, and continued dancing as they chewed.

This death party was absolutely disgusting.

However, the disgusting feeling only applies to those who are immune to the allure of lust; for the vast majority of people—

The moment they face the Slaanesh demon, they are subjected to an attack of seduction... If their minds fail the test, they will be directly seduced... and then lose the ability to resist in a state of extreme fear and intoxication.

In reality, although to those who can see through the true nature of Slaanesh... these crab-clawed demons have nothing to do with beauty... to those who cannot see through them, every Slaanesh is an exquisite beauty.

These messengers of pleasure and depravity, wanton maidens, sadists, and fawning succubi, entered, exuding intoxicatingly alluring fragrances, swaying their slender waists, and giggling.

Bloodshark grinned, as if he couldn't see through the psychic veil of these Slaanesh demons, or perhaps he could see through it but allowed himself to be deceived for his own spiritual pleasure.

However, after the initial enjoyment, his orders were quite direct.

"You bastards, tear these filthy bitches to shreds!"

"Waaaaaagh!"

At Bloodshark's command, these Dark Eldar who were just moments before intoxicated by Slaanesh's allure raised their weapons, their eyes bloodshot, and howled as they pounced!

They were incredibly fast and incredibly strong, as if they had inexhaustible power and courage that made them fearless in their fight against their race's greatest enemy!

Because their gods are here!

His gaze gives us strength!

Indeed, the existence of the Sword of Kane grants these valiant Dark Eldar a blessing from Kane, filling them with boiling passion, killing intent, and courage, along with the power to unleash their potential!

Kane's method of bestowing blessings is not exactly the same as Khorne's, but it is practically identical! Those who fight bravely will receive Kane's blessing, and even in ancient times... powerful enough to please Kane's spirits could even become "Kane's brides"!

That's all for now, Waaaaaagh!!

"Croak!! How, how could this be?"

"Ouch, that hurts!! But darling, you're strong, so strong!"

"Oh, you tore off my thigh, but your butt is so bouncy, hehehe."

The Slaanesh succubi, surrounded and tortured, let out cries of agony and groans, astonished at how these little lambs had suddenly become so fierce...

But they also revel in the pleasure these brave men derive from cutting their own bodies with their sharp, fiery weapons.

Pain itself is a part of pleasure; how can physical stimulation be limited to such low-level pleasures as caresses?

Driven by their pain, they laughed wildly and retaliated with their claws... But these Eldar, who usually turned into weaklings in front of Slaanesh demons, suddenly displayed tremendous power and organization.

Of course, they also seemed to have lost all compassion they had never felt before. When faced with their fellow countrymen who had been captured by these Slaanesh succubi and used as shields, they would stab and cut them off without any hesitation.

Having divine protection and not having divine protection are indeed two different things.

"Sigh, this scene is really not something a good person like me should be watching."

Bloodshark had no intention of getting involved; instead, he watched as his Eldar underlings slaughtered these Slaanesh, and chuckled mockingly…

"They're after me, but they're also after you."

Kane's voice echoed in his mind, carrying his usual furious killing intent and intense impatience...

And the source of these emotions is, of course, the oxygen bags and such—or rather, the force that is about to come behind them!

When all the Slaanesh banshees blocking the way were slaughtered, just as Kane had said, the "power" arrived.

From the pinkish-purple hue that covered the black sky of the Comoros, from the corrupt power originating from the highest heavens, descended upon this place on the chaotic winds that blew in.

In an instant, countless Slaanesh corpses were pulled along by an invisible force like marionettes, dancing together with soft, strange, and intertwined steps...

Their thighs, their arms, their claws, mixed together with those filthy and ambiguous organs, piled up and fused together.

On that repulsive tower of flesh and blood, following an extremely blasphemous mark, came an incredibly erotic low moan...

"what……"

With a low murmur, the towering flesh and blood collapsed instantly... but what emerged from it was a breathtaking figure.

He had a graceful figure, and his skin was as delicate, smooth, and perfect as a white marble statue. His posture was also incredibly elegant.

His posture was neither gender-specific, or rather, it encompassed both.

The body, brimming with well-defined muscles and supple skin, possessed both male and female characteristics, draped in gold and silver ornaments and seductive purple gauze.

His face carried an indescribable irony and pleasure, beautiful and elegant, yet terrifyingly ugly.

He wore a tightly bound cloak made of four sharp whips, the ends of which were attached to his waist.

All four of his arms were deadly weapons; the pair of arms growing from his shoulders were sharp and deadly angles, while the two arms in front of him gripped a hunting spear and a smooth mirror shield.

Her posture was incredibly elegant and relaxed, as if she were merely attending a trivial hunt.

However, she possesses a strength that is more than worthy of that elegant demeanor.

The moment it appeared on the battlefield, the Great Witch Spirit, who had been wreaking havoc, was pierced through the chest.

Her wide eyes seemed unable to comprehend why her speed and dynamic vision were completely unable to detect the enemy's movements!

In fact, it wasn't just her; the two Nightmare Bishops beside her were also pierced through along with their plate armor in an instant, while the arrogant Lilith was slammed away by the mirror-like shield.

The moment she appeared, she instantly killed four powerful members of the Dark Spirit Clan.

And her identity is now quite obvious.

The Keeper of Secrets, the Hunter Lord, the Dark Prince's most powerful weapon, the embodiment of the sworn enemies Slaanesh and Khorne—

Shalashi the Demon Disaster

"I bring you the sweet greetings from the Dark Prince."

The hunting king stretched out his beautiful body... feeling the cold stimulation of the winds brushing against his skin as they swept through the material universe. Beneath a crown made of his own sensory tentacles, Sharashi the Demon looked at Blood Shark with a provocative gaze, as soft as a lover's whisper...

"Join our party and give away what you stole that wasn't yours."

"In this way, you will become the Dark Prince's most beloved child... Oh, is there anything better in this world?"

As Shalashi the Demon spoke, his body trembled involuntarily, as if experiencing a unique kind of pleasure and peak within his own mind...

"Sounds great, but I fucking hate silver parties!" Blood Shark grinned maliciously.

"Most importantly, a party hosted by an ugly bastard like you must be fucking awful!"

"Hehe, it's a pity, or rather, it makes me happy."

Shalashi the Demonic Calamity laughed wildly, her laughter causing the dark elves she had enslaved to groan and wail.

“You are a very dangerous animal. I never thought I would be able to hunt such valuable prey.”

Shalashi the Demon Lord breathed softly, his gentle whispers concealing a cruelty and pleasure as prey.

But she was absolutely not bluffing, absolutely not.

Although Sha'rashi the Demon Lord is a Slaanesh archdeacon, she does not have the trait of other Slaanesh demons who always fail or embarrass themselves at crucial moments—Sha'rashi the Demon Lord herself can almost be regarded as the strongest archdeacon!

She was born from the endless struggle between Slaanesh and Khorne. When Khorne considered Slaanesh's pleasure in battle to be a desecration of warriors and thus humiliated him, the enraged Slaanesh created Sha'rah the Desolate.

From the moment of her birth, she embodied Slaanesh's beautiful aspirations.

She is the embodiment of the eternal and fierce feud between Slaanesh and the blood god Khorne... Slaanesh was created to kill the bloodthirsty demon with contempt and ease.

For Slaanesh, defeating a nemesis god he was obsessed with was an unforgettable victory.

Therefore, Sha'rashi the Scourge is unlike any other Slaanesh demon; her only source of pleasure and enjoyment is the hunt. Hunting down Slaanesh's enemies, hunting down the powerful.

The fact that Slaanesh can achieve pleasure despite having a single goal suggests that he may also possess some of the power and authority of Khorne.

Just as Slaanesh created her for a purpose, Sha'rashi the Devil's achievements were also made possible by stepping on the bloodthirsty archdads.

The number of Khorne Archdemons who died at the hands of Sharah the Scourge was enormous... and the most famous of them was Skabrand the Wanderer.

Although Khorne's great demons are often portrayed as stepping stones to persecution... their immense power is undeniable, otherwise they wouldn't be qualified to be stepping stones.

Sha'rashi the Demon is such a being. You can almost see that she was created by Slaanesh specifically to fight the Chaos Civil War. At least so far, she has never suffered a defeat.

Perhaps he wasn't the first Great Demon of Slaanesh, but the position of the first Great Demon was meant for those who best represented the essence of the Chaos Gods rather than for the strongest. At least compared to the disgraceful Enkari, the undefeated Shalasi the Demon of Calamity was truly terrifying.

Blood Shark grinned, and then, without warning, they suddenly attacked!

Shalashi the Demon's figure instantly lengthened, approaching Blood Shark at a speed that even the Eldar with their superior dynamic vision could only see as a series of afterimages. He grinned maliciously and thrust out the spear in his hand.

The speed of the demonic calamity was so fast that it made people's hearts tremble. Neither the clown nor the chosen one of death could catch its speed.

But more terrifying than her speed is undoubtedly her reflexes.

The crown-like decoration on Sharashi's head is her sensory organ...

The demonic calamity, which fully utilizes Slaanesh's intense perception, possesses the ability to react to time in fractions of a second or even longer, making it impossible for any projectile to hit him.

What's even more terrifying is that the challenge of Sharah the Demon is itself a terrible curse from an evil god.

Like Lucius's immortal curse, the irresistible challenge from Sharathi the Demon will add a shackle to any of her enemies—if they cowardly choose to run away or not fight, they will suffer extreme torment!

The demon's silver spear had already pierced through, even touching Blood Shark's forehead. But just as he thought he had succeeded, in an instant, the world before his eyes was turned upside down.

"Heavenly Martial Severed Path!!"

In just a moment, Demon Calamity's head was severed by Blood Shark's sword. His cruel face didn't even have time to react before his head flew off.

"Enough with the nonsense, I finished him off!"

66. Slaanesh's Fate

The demon's massive body knelt on the ground, and after a brief silence...

All the incredulous Kane followers roared and cheered like a tsunami!

"Kane is invincible, invincible!!"

"Lord Blood Shark, I want to have your children, I want to XXXX with you!"

"Damn it, who can stop us now?"

Look, this is Kane's power, this is the might of Bloodhand!

So what if you're Slaanesh's great demon? Damn it, I can kill you with a single sword strike!

But Blood Shark wasn't particularly happy—no, he still had that perverse laugh as always, but he knew his opponent wasn't dead.

Sure enough, the moment the demon's head was severed, his body twitched and he got up again... then walked over as if nothing had happened and pressed his head back onto his neck.

To be honest, the scene actually looks somewhat comical.

However, this is precisely the troublesome aspect of these great demons; given the right conditions, they have no concept of "death."