Ron's attitude was arrogant.
Not only had he sat on the throne of the Royal Couch in the Palace of Pleasure, he even wanted to squeeze its owner off it. That was unquestionably an insult.
No matter how much the Lord of Pleasure wanted to sink into desire with the Lord of Hell, such humiliation was hard to endure.
"Lord of Hell, you dare humiliate the master of this Divine Domain of Pleasure?"
His fury erupted in an instant. This palace forged from desire began to quake, and countless slick, twisted tentacles spread out.
They surged toward Ron's avatar, about to hang him up and torture and lash him savagely, inflicting the most extreme pleasure and pain.
This could be called one of the cruelest punishments in the Warp. Even though he was also a supreme deity, his avatar could do nothing within the Domain of Pleasure.
He had to suffer that agony and torment until the Lord of Pleasure's anger faded and he was fully satisfied.
But when Ron said, "You wouldn't want to be without Faith Fel Energy from now on, would you?" all the twisted tentacles' attacks came to an abrupt halt, not advancing even a single step.
His threat had worked. It intimidated the Lord of Pleasure, making him afraid to act rashly.
"As expected, this trick still works best.
And this is even without any major leverage. Otherwise, I wouldn't even dare imagine what would happen next—"
Ron gazed at this most perfect being in the universe, watching him refrain from acting rashly before him, and felt somewhat emotional.
From this point of view, the Lord of Pleasure did indeed have some difficulty when it came to Faith Fel Energy.
After all, he had been born the latest. The Eldar, the core source of his