Slaanesh: A Perfect Performance, to My Delight

After leaving the Shadow of the Throne of Spear of Dionysus in his office, Nimrod returned to his bedroom.

The "Baron of Corruption" drew the Sword of Vaul, its blade enveloped in Spirituality.

[The Sword of Vaul is a sword, and the Ritual Sword is also a sword, therefore the Sword of Vaul is a Ritual Sword.]

After "Concept Substitution," the "ceremonial sword" was swung.

Nimrod struck each of the eleven main runes and thirty-three secondary runes, each with a different shape, until all the runes were lit up.

The Euclidean Sigil shone brightly, and the Great Ocean receded like the tide.

The two pairs of eyes outside the Veil then turned their gaze to the ground.

With a thought, Nimrod arrived at the Seventh Layer Space the "Nation of Disorder".

The Crimson Chain on his right little finger flashed, and as his Spirituality rapidly recovered, he gazed at the faint golden light emanating from his silver body.

Unlike those like Slaugth who have accepted reality, Tear of Silence Kalugula, is still struggling.

The "Baron of Corruption" saw that as soon as the golden light shone through his body, the "rope" formed by the Rule Line seemed to come alive.

One triangle after another contracted inward, pressing the golden halo back into the silver metallic body.

"We are gods! You cannot bind us..."

Simultaneously, voices from different fragments resounded within the body of the Tear of Silence.

Nimrod ignored the roar of the Tear of Silence, and the Spirituality of the "Baron of Corruption" spread, merging into the obviously weakened "Rope" to repair it.

With a thought, the thirty-three triangular talismans at his waist floated out, drifting around the Tear of Silence.

The Spirituality of the "Baron of Corruption" spread once more, and following his will, the Rule Line connected with triangular runes amidst the surging black mist.

A green light soared up, and the black triangular runes Distortion and changed shape.

The light faded, and the talisman completely changed its appearance, transforming into a green teardrop shape.

With a thought, the Primarch sent a talisman flying in front of him.

[The Tear of Silence is far more powerful than Slaugth, and has a greater effect on spells.]

Most Slaugth wouldn't alter the overall shape or color of the rune, except for the Primarch captured by Bal Sarvor, which turned the rune into the shape of a maggot.

The Tear of Silence will transform the talisman into a complete teardrop shape, and its color will change to the associated green.

One by one, the talismans fell onto Nimrod's waist, sometimes spaced a finger's width apart.

His gaze swept over all the talismans. [Like the fifty-two talismans he had made before, they were all manifestations of Kalugura's Silence power.]

C'tan are manifestations of the laws of physics, and their power is not limited to any one aspect.

Each Transcendent C'tan possesses abilities such as seismic waves, hyperspace storms, and antimatter meteors.

Nimrod's golden wings also possess abilities such as fire, energy-accelerated flight, and enhanced defense.

[Currently, we cannot uncover any other abilities; we can only utilize the pure power released by the Tear of Silence —the power of Silence.]

With a thought, Nimrod arrived at the palace where the materials were stored, and carrying the Chameleon Leopard, the Mist Tree, and other materials, he approached the Space Ape.

He brought the "Magician" back to the real world to decipher the "Euclidean Sigil".

Upon arriving at the Primarch's office, he presented the potion to William Wood.

William looked at the potion in his hand; sparks were constantly flashing inside.

Colors such as orange, yellow, red, and green continuously diffuse outwards, dissipate, and reappear.

William tilted his head back and drank the potion. The icy liquid traveled down his throat, countless bubbles bursting inside him.

As he was feeling the changes within his body, a massive flow of information suddenly surged into his mind, like fireworks bursting forth one after another.

The veins on William's forehead bulged as Superhuman Brain rapidly processed the flood of information.

He felt itchy all over, especially his arms. He saw that the skin on one of his arms was wrinkled, making him look like a centenarian.

The other one was so transparent it had lost its color, and you could see the blood vessels, muscles, and veins inside.

A moment later, William withdrew the power emanating from the potion, and his arm returned to normal.

The newly crowned "Magician" knelt on one knee, saying, "Thank you, Father, for this!"

The Primarch nodded slightly, and with a thought, sent a Thought Impulse to William.

"Remember, Magician doesn't perform without preparation."

This is both Revelation into the role of digestion and a key point to keep in mind when using one's abilities.

He also told William how to pray to the Black Emperor.

The Battle of Thramas was the largest battle the Imperium had ever fought, and the waves of death it caused could draw attention from behind the Veil.

Although the Veil can prevent the Four Ruinous Powers from reaching into the real world, they can also draw strength from the souls of the dead and from the emotions and actions of different individuals on the battlefield.

It might have some impact on reality.

Although William is not the Chapter Master, he is exceptionally capable and loyal to himself, and cannot be taken by them.

"My lord, I will remember your teachings."

As William ascends the Stormbird and flies to the ground, contemplating his performance and preparations, the palace, surrounded by six rings, appears like paradise beyond the Veil.

The six concentric circles have no defensive measures, but only a handful of souls can resist temptation through willpower and pass through the sixth circle.

The incredibly tall fortress sits atop slender, Distortion stone pillars, the entire tower resembling a living, coiled serpent within its lair, forming an indescribable aggregation.

Inside the gates lay a level of extravagance and pleasure beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The inner chamber is surrounded by a huge circular hall, with mirrors hanging on every surface, reflecting each other until infinity.

At this moment, countless images flickered in the mirror.

The mortal shouted loudly, and the Lasgun fired at an extraordinary speed until the energy tank overheated and exploded, tearing him and the wolf-like creature that rushed in front of him apart.

The Brain-Eaters's tentacles pulled the brain out of the cobalt blue armor, stuffed it into a spherical crack, and then red threads danced with a joyful light.

The Bone-Eater's branches crushed the terracotta-colored armor, which it then spat out.

The bones cracked like fried pork ribs, making a satisfying crunching sound.

Inside the palace, with long limbs and an elegant demeanor, possessing a captivating physique that transcends the distinction between male and female, His gaze swept over these sights that brought Him some pleasure, finally settling on two mirrors.

Two of the figures were wearing Purple armor.

A handsome figure with white hair, holding an ancient-style longsword.

The longswords forged by the artisans of the Tarawa Tribe in the Triken Forge possess exceptional balance and resilience.

The sword's hilt, wrapped with steel wire, was exceptionally long, allowing Lucius greater freedom in switching between using one and two hands.

With effortless skill, he gripped the front of the thrusting spear, delivering a powerful, concentrated strike, and slid it to the rear, slashing with wide, sweeping motions.

Each strike was the ultimate pursuit of swordsmanship, and the dazzling light drew His admiring gaze.

The moment of enjoyment vanished in an instant; the soaring fist smashed open a swarm of worms, also disrupting the perfect balance of the sword light.

With a bang, the Twisted Magic Mirror screamed and vanished, its whereabouts unknown.

Another Purple figure wielded both fists and swords, the sword blade flashing and spinning, the Purple Power Gauntlet thick and sharp.

Akurduana spun around, the necrotic ray and the worm arm grazing past him.

The blade spun rapidly, scattering worms in clusters.

The force of the fist tore through the necrotic cloak and slammed heavily into the worm.

Akurduana's fist did nothing to diminish the blade's sharpness.

In the Distortion mirror, a sudden burst of flames, like dazzling fireworks, caught His eye.

On the surface of Thramas, streaks of crimson flames rose one after another.

William Wood's figure leaped out again and again.

Beams of necrotic rays shot forth, their emerald green beams hissing as they devoured the flames and melted the rocks.

The "Magician" remained calm and snapped his fingers.

Beneath Slaugth's feet, the pre-sprinkled Promethium fuel was ignited by "Pyrokinesis," which then detonated the buried force field grenades.

With a deafening boom, the Slaugth Destroyer was blasted into the air by the force field.

With a flash of runes, ten throwing knives crafted by Vulkan shot out.

The howling force field tore through the necrotic cloak and shredded the swarms of worms.

"Meat chunks, die." Slaugth's speech machine uttered in chilling Low Gothic.

The worm's arms suddenly swelled up, spreading necrotic fluid.

However, in the next instant, the black-armored figure vanished into thin air, and where the body fluid energy had melted, a tattered, barely recognizable "Paper Figurine Substitute" rapidly dissolved.

On the prepared stage, the "Magician" frequently appeared and Flash Step amidst the fireworks.

The necrotic rays and worm-like arms, like Marionette, repeatedly failed to achieve their goal.

The Shadow of Order were mesmerized, as if watching a stage play.

The "Magician" leaped out of the pillar of fire once more, his Spirituality intuition sensing that the swarms of maggots were moving at a slower pace.

The "Magician's" Spirituality spread outwards, then he snapped his fingers, flames erupted beneath Slaugth' feet, and a powerful force field sent him flying.

Slaugth spun the Necrotic Staff toward the swaying beam of light, and a beam of emerald green shot out, striking the ground.

There were no pillars of fire, no paper figures, and not even any Promethium fuel scattered there.

The weakened Slaugth Destroyer was misled by the Magician's "illusion-making."

His arm rapidly contracted, while the other arm swelled up and wrapped around the black armor.

The worm's tentacles missed their target, grazing past the afterimage.

Boom!

A pillar of fire shot up, blasting Slaugth into the sky.

As Slaugth spun around, he saw a fleeting black shadow, and the worm in his chest burst open, violently enveloping the mass.

The sensation of touching the real object filled Slaugth with joy.

The maggots, wrapped in the "melting" substance, shrank back into his body, and the next instant, Armor-Piercing Grenade exploded inside him.

William, who leaped out of the flames, stared at the worms scattered all over the ground.

In the Palace of Pleasure, long, slender, and beautiful hands clasped together.

"A perfect performance, it pleased me greatly."