I'm a magnetic field madman

Even these pleasurable indulgences were not enough to capture his attention from the dilapidated and destroyed temples and halls.

He stopped at a sanctuary, not because the decadent pleasures there so attracted his attention...

Rather, it was because of that illusory figure in the ruined temple, singing a lament amidst the ruins.

A dreamlike mist enveloped her, her long, silvery hair cascading down, her beautiful face shrouded in mystery—but it was nothing more than a remnant of a bygone era.

Bai Wujie looked up and suddenly realized that Slaanesh's Palace of Pleasure was actually built from the former Pantheon of the Eldar.

Or perhaps she was already living in the ruins that He had conquered, enjoying the joy of victory.

Most of the sanctuary and throne room outside the hall, once lavishly decorated, have long since vanished, leaving only the lingering scent of past revelry.

Bai Wujie shouldn't linger, because his personality wouldn't allow him to pay attention to some losers from the ancient past.

However, a spark of inspiration led him to the illusion of Lilith, the former goddess of the Elven race.

He seemed to have said something, he seemed to have exchanged something, but even the master of this place, Seneca, did not know what Bai Wujie had obtained.

He quickly left the temple, passing through the other former temples and sanctuaries of the Eldar gods, leaving these conquered ruins behind.

So he quickly passed through the countless twisted and corrupt outer layers and entered the inner ring, Slaanesh's meditation place.

91. The Final Trial - Perfection

Slaanesh’s inner chamber was surrounded by a huge circular hall known as the Temple of Twisted Mirrors.

Here, every surface is adorned with mirrors, reflecting each other indefinitely. This was once Slaanesh's meditation place, where mirrors could distort the viewer's image in various imaginary ways, some reflecting them as angelic beings of purity, others as the embodiment of the darkest of incarnations.

When mortals gaze into one of the mirrors, they see themselves reflected repeatedly until their very essence is shattered, witnessing countless iterations of their self.

Ultimately, it becomes a screaming mirage trapped inside... which inevitably brings to mind Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.

Perhaps Slaanesh's inner chamber was built by Him according to Tzeentch's labyrinth... He once peered at every aspect of himself in front of these infinitely reflecting mirrors, admiring all his own paintings, and went mad in the pleasure of self-admiration!

But now, there's nothing here.

The Dark Prince is destined to be a fickle creature; he relentlessly pursues what he desires, becoming more excited the more he is rejected, but quickly loses interest once he obtains it.

In this respect, He is quite similar to Khorne.

Bai Wujie stepped into the distorted mirror temple, and in an instant, he saw countless versions of himself twisted within these mirrors.

He saw himself, immersed in the Heavenly Martial Killing Path, slaughtering the entire universe in the form of an invincible and terrifying god of slaughter!

He saw himself failing under the test of the great power, accomplishing nothing.

He saw himself in the past, who had chosen not to oppose his father and brothers and ended up unknown.

he saw...

These distorted mirrors project reality, the White Boundless Realm of countless worldlines where choices were made.

He looked at himself, at the future, at the past and the present!

This time, he stood there for a long time.

Looking at his future and past, and peering into all his possibilities, filled him with emotion, and also made him even more...hungry.

Devour it all, devour them, devour all your future and past!

The seductive whispers appeared silently once again; Slaanesh had already glimpsed the deepest desires in Bai Wujie's heart!

Become an all-powerful being, become the master of the universe, become the most perfect being!

He wants to eliminate and devour all his imperfections, to destroy those failed selves, those imperfect selves on different timelines. To become the only being in the multiverse, to become the absolutely perfect cosmic power!

This is why Bai Wujie was able to get here; it's his greatest desire, his only desire!

And this is undoubtedly under Slaanesh's control.

His "desires" are not merely shallow pleasures. All things pursued in this world are controlled by Sin.

He draws strength from the despairing comfort of the Nurgle followers, nourishes himself from the slaughter of the Khorne followers, and finds pleasure in the intellectual superiority derived from the plots of the Tzeentch followers.

Therefore, people often say that the Lord of Pleasure and the Dark Prince are the most powerful Chaos Gods of the future.

Bai Wujie clenched his hands slightly, and Wu and the Mad Giant Shark reappeared in his palms once again.

Then, he began to dance wildly, using his sword and strength to shatter these illusory mirrors and destroy all the world lines that displeased him!

"Yes, that's how it should be. You should strive for true perfection!!"

Slaanesh shrieked with delight as he watched Bai Wujie frantically shatter the mirrors that represented his other possibilities... watching him take a step forward without hesitation in pursuit of perfection and power!

The trials of Slaanesh have officially begun.

Bai Wujie knew, and so did Slaanesh; this was a gamble, just like the battle between Bai Wujie and Khorne.

If he yields, Slaanesh will receive an unprecedented eternal divine choice, while if White Boundless wins... he will prove that his soul has taken another giant step toward the path of transformation.

Let go of those pointless thoughts. For Bai Wujie, the present moment is about confronting the desires and unbearable aspects of his own heart, and pursuing the sublimation of his soul.

kill!!

Slaanesh's domain fell silent, just as Khorne's chaotic wasteland had once been.

The Dark Prince was focusing all his attention on his future as the Eternal Chosen One, a desire that seemed to devour everything... This unfathomable lust attracted Slaanesh more than any pleasure.

He, too, pursued perfection, but was more pure and steadfast than Forgrim. His pursuit wasn't arrogant daydreaming, but rather a concrete and unwavering march toward his goal.

What could be a grander desire than trying to become a being beyond the universe?

Such a sweet and pure desire would naturally intoxicate Slaanesh.

Just as He had once made a deal with the cursed one, He was intoxicated by the man's ambition and aspirations.

The goal is so grand that it is almost impossible to achieve, but in return, the joy that comes from achieving it will be unparalleled!

Burning fiercely, purely and wildly, Slaanesh was captivated by it and used every trick in the book to satisfy the man He "loved".

Slaanesh's focus plunged the entire Slaanesh Chaos Realm into silence... which led to Khorne, now unchecked, successfully suppressing his enemy, Tzeentch.

But who can say that none of this was within Tzeentch's expectations?

In any case, no matter what changes occur, the Lord of Changes hopes to see... and now that he has tied Khorne's power to his Crystal Labyrinth, he has created an opportunity for Nurgle, whose power has returned to its peak.

An opportunity to invade the real universe and seize a Primarch!

As Death's shriek disrupted the guiding starlight of the real universe, coupled with Tzeentch's clever scheme...

The warp storm enveloping the five hundred worlds of Alteramar has cut off all communication.

But before that, Tzeentch's plan had already succeeded.

He led the ruthless King Huron away from the Great Vortex to invade the Cliffside Sector, leaving Huron severely wounded in a failed invasion.

Just before he died, Tzeentch saved him and sent him away from Chogris... In return, Huron's Red Pirates would come out in full force to help the Death Guard and the Word Bearers achieve their goal.

Even before that, Mortalian had already contacted Loja, who was meditating on the planet Westcarus while hiding from the raven chasing him, through Eribas.

Mortarion invited him to join the attack on Macragge, an invitation that Logar readily accepted. Although he couldn't decipher the gods' oracles, Logar was eager to cause trouble for Guilliman.

Of course, that's not all. The reason why Logar was willing to take such action was also due to the help he received from Wizarding Star.

Magnus himself set out, under the command of the Lord of Change, to travel to Cicalus with Carlos, the Weaver of Fates...

They suppressed Korakx, who had awakened his Primarch nature, on that planet surrounded by ceaseless warp storms.

They couldn't kill the Raven King; even if Mortarion and Logar attacked together, he could still escape.

But it doesn't matter, Magnus's task is merely to keep Corax tied down there.

Seeing that the Lord of Change had created such a good opportunity for him... deeply moved by the sincere cooperation among the gods, Logar chose to believe Mortarion and ordered Eribus and Colpharon to lead all the Word Bearers to attack the Five Hundred Worlds.

Thus, a conspiracy network targeting Macurag and Guilliman above him has been completed.

Therefore, the plan for the Thirteenth Black Crusade had to be postponed—because in the eyes of Tzeentch and the gods, Abaddon, the clown who performed for them, was no longer enough to deal with the changed physical universe.

It's time to start a new game on the real chessboard and shift the stakes to a higher level.

The Master of Change seems to play the role of someone eager to help his colleagues—and yes, he does.

But who knows what the final outcome will be?

In the boundless crystal labyrinth, the wicked laughter of the Master of All Changes spreads to the heavens through the endlessly refracting water feature. Tzeentch has already set his trap and has once again completed his visit to the chessboard of all things.

Will he be the ultimate victor? Perhaps so, or perhaps he will fail again just as he is about to succeed.

But it doesn't matter. Since it's a change, then there's no need to chase after the outcome.

However, at this moment, a green cloud has already enveloped the sky above Macurag.

92. Huron the Blackheart

Blood was flowing

But it doesn't flow where the evolution of life dictates it should flow...in the blood vessels, but rather in the metals that are gradually corroded by unavoidable oxidation.

The blood flowed downwards, meandering there after being brutally released from its own fleshly prison, the scalding plasma flowing through the modified areas before disappearing into a void of nothingness.

Once, Ruft Huron was the Chapter Master of the Starclaws Chapter. Once, he was a Space Marine warrior standing tall among his comrades, a representative of nobility and integrity in the galaxy, at least in the part of the galaxy represented by the shields formed by these warriors with their bodies, wills, and weapons.

At least once, Huron still believed in the human empire and the emperor, and in the duties of his chapter, in his own way.

They believe in humanity's destiny and dedicate all their strength to the unification and peace of the Great Vortex.

However, the empire showed only a sliver of leniency towards actions that went beyond what was permitted by its regulations.

Tools that cannot fully perform their duties will be discarded;

But if it is a tool as powerful as Ruft Huron that cannot be easily destroyed, it will still be abandoned by the Empire... or rather, destroyed by those insects in the Highlord Council.

The problem is, of course, that those abandoned tools won't necessarily be swallowed up by this cold universe; they will return to the Empire...

But when they returned to the Empire, their bodies, wills, and weapons were no longer the Empire's shield, but swords aimed at its heart.

There are far too many defecting warbands, once honorable and noble, but ultimately turned against the Empire because of their inhuman high lords and the Inquisition's fear of dividing them and its attacks.

They deserved it.

If even the powerful who protect this empire cannot achieve a good outcome, then the destruction of this organization is only to be expected.

Huron the Blackhearted looked around and saw death, and even more so, endless chaos.

His heart had stopped beating inside his chest, all of his hearts...

Even all the dark machines that could have sustained their existence have vanished into nothingness.

They perished in Chogolis, at the very moment of Huron's greatest triumph and triumph.

At the moment he believed he had conquered the homeland of a Primarch, at the moment he believed he had trampled the homeland of a former Legion.

The white lightning bolt that raced across the green grassland pierced Huron's body with its blade.

He slaughtered his tyrant's guard in a mere instant. Compared to that, crushing Huron's heart in an instant was utterly insignificant.

The only thing keeping Huron alive was the subspace energy that filled his heart.

That feeling was bad, really bad.

When he only had two hearts, each heartbeat made him feel incredibly sticky...

When he has to move, the mechanical implants inside his body make him feel even more nauseous before they can restore his half-necrotic flesh to a state of coordinated function.

These are souvenirs left from the events that took place in the Palace of Thorns: reminders of how the empire treated those who dared to question its unjust system.

Now, the feeling of relying on the power of the subspace to survive is many times worse than relying on machines.

You can never predict how the subspace will change you; it defies logic, reason, and science.

Perhaps Ruft Huron has already been changed.

Perhaps his blood is no longer human blood, and even those things that can still be called human have been replaced with some unbearable thing.

All of this made Huron feel nauseous and disgusted.

But he still had to live, he had to keep living. Huron didn't want to die; he wanted to live, to live more freely—most importantly, he had to avenge the empire that had betrayed him!

If it weren't for such a strong will to survive, Huron on the Thorn Palace wouldn't have clung to life and allowed his brother to take him back.

If it weren't for such a powerful desire for revenge, Huron wouldn't have made a wish to the Chaos Gods at the moment of Choglius's death!

Tzeentch answered Huron's call as if he had known all along that it would happen.