The Four Ruinous Powers Are Really Troublesome, Wasting Two of My Silence Amulets

William Wood surveyed his surroundings. In his Spirit Sight, the surrounding Shadow of Order were filled with astonishment as they erupted in enthusiastic cheers, celebrating his slaying of the powerful Xenos.

The "Magician" enjoyed the success of the performance; he felt as if something was dissolving within him, along with a refreshing and invigorating Spirituality feeling.

Suddenly, countless fireworks exploded in his eyes and within his body.

Flesh pink and Purple filled his entire world.

At the same time, a feeling of physical and mental well-being erupts like a storm.

William felt a supernatural pleasure surging within him, and pleasant, beautiful sounds echoed in his mind.

"A delightful performer, a magnificent show, enjoy my gift..."

William deactivated his Spirit Sight and instantly ascended to the Third Mindset of the Thelema state of mind, causing the voices in his mind to become blurred.

"William... you are fortunate... to enter the gates of wonder..."

William felt that his will was powerless to banish the invading evil presence.

The vibrant colors before my eyes were fragmented and chaotic, like an overturned oil painting.

William's gaze was resolute; he believed in the Black Emperor and would never succumb to the temptations of heresy.

He opened the communication channel and spoke in his usual tone.

"I've received an emergency order."

Fireworks shot up, and the "Magician" swiftly departed amidst the pre-prepared pillars of fire.

William was relieved that he had made preparations in advance before launching his attack on Slaugth, leaving a path on the stage for the performance.

If they cannot defeat Slaugth, they will lure him away and then shake him off through another prepared retreat route.

Flames mingled with a mixture of fleshy pink and Purple, creating a striking visual contrast.

The chaotic, decadent sounds in my mind occasionally rose up.

William felt as if he had traversed a mountain peak full of allure, making one want to slow down and stop to admire it.

He didn't stop.

He will never succumb to heresy.

He recalled the changes in Gardinal, the power the Black Emperor had bestowed upon him...

William found strength in his memories; the "Magician" emerged from the pillar of fire, the chaotic colors that had been entangled with him temporarily vanished, and he recognized that this mountain hollow was the secluded spot he had prepared.

He clasped his hands together and recited a prayer in Dunnish:

"The Black Emperor of the Shadow of Order..."

In the Primarch Office, Nimrod heard a faint, ethereal murmur.

After quickly setting up the "Euclidean Sigil," he arrived in the "Nation of Disorder."

The "Baron of Corruption's " Spirituality spread, touching the ever-shrinking and expanding sphere of light.

Being in the same galaxy, he could clearly see William praying to him.

[Hmm? So you've really gotten entangled with one of the Four Ruinous Powers?]

Just as Nimrod was about to respond to the prayer, a thought suddenly struck him, and a green teardrop-shaped Silence Amulet from his waist flew up.

On the surface of Thramas, black mist rose as green light shone.

Beyond the Veil, in the Palace of Pleasure.

A dazzling green light rose from the Twisted Magic Mirror, and then the images in the mirror disappeared one by one.

The entire palace fell Silence instantly, and the pleasurable, extravagant sounds vanished.

Long, beautiful hands rose, sounds of Pleasure rose again, and the Twisted Magic Mirror once more Flash Step its magnificent imagery.

Only one mirror reflects uninteresting rocks.

At the same time, a "Nation of Disorder".

Nimrod saw that the moment William was pulled in, black mist surged and enveloped him completely.

The pink and Purple light peeled away, shattered, turned into specks of light, and finally dissipated completely.

[Slaanesh?]

As Nimrod pondered, William felt the tempting voice disappear, and his mind cleared.

The oil painting-like scene in his vision shattered and completely vanished, replaced by an endless black fog.

William looked around warily and saw the figure sitting high on the Throne, realizing that the intruder in his mind had been expelled by the Black Emperor.

"My Lord, thank you for your salvation."

"What happened?" Nimrod looked at William scrutinizingly, and he was astonished to find that William had digested the Sequence 7 potion in just one day.

William pondered for a moment, organizing his thoughts before speaking.

"My lord, I..."

After listening to William's account, Nimrod began to piece together the whole story in his mind.

[Truly Slaanesh, He draws His power from all extreme emotions.]

On the battlefield, life and death hang in the balance in an instant, a moment when emotions erupt to their fullest extent.

He thus gained power, briefly breaking through the Veil and permeating the real world.

Nimrod's gaze fell on William.

The "Magician's" performance pleased Slaanesh, and the performance was part of playing the "Magician."

William absorbed the potion after receiving praise from Slaanesh, which allowed him to digest it after a grand performance.

During the moment of digestion, when my body and mind are at their most sensitive, Slaanesh corrupted William. Fortunately, he understood Thelema Mindset and was loyal enough to me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to save him in time.

Nimrod looked at William with some surprise, thinking to himself.

The object of Slaanesh's corruption was not Lucius, who pursued the ultimate swordsmanship, but William offered a magnificent performance.

Hmm... Chaos is inherently unpredictable, and the Four Ruinous Powers are capricious.

Effort doesn't always pay off, especially for the Four Ruinous Powers. Their hard work offering countless sacrifices might not be as valuable as a sudden, fleeting thought.

Nimrod's thoughts wandered, and then an idea came to mind.

The digestion of a potion depends on the relative difference in rank.

If it were absolutely necessary, I could easily Bribery someone to complete the process.

Role-playing is not just a formality; it needs to be substantive to receive feedback.

Nimrod recalled his time as a "Briber" as a prime example.

Although the Old Man in Yellow did not accept his fate, he was no less than the Four Ruinous Powers.

But as the Primarch, equivalent to High Sequence, Bribery the Old Man in Yellow once is less effective than gaining my approval from other Low Sequence, and even less effective than William's performance for Slaanesh (Sequence 7).

Nimrod gathered his thoughts and gave instructions to William.

"If you encounter a similar situation again, pray to me."

As he spoke, the "Baron of Corruption" had a thought, and invisible threads spread out, "connecting" the orb of light representing William.

Immediately, Nimrod sent William back to Thramas with a Silence Amulet.

He couldn't be sure whether the "Burial" of the black fog would completely conceal the truth, so he could only add another layer of insurance.

[Those the Four Ruinous Powers are such a nuisance, they wasted two of my Silence Amulet.]

Nimrod's mind raced, and he returned to reality.

Immediately, an order was given to proceed to the surface.

Slaugth has appeared on all fronts; it's time to gather the potion ingredients and end the final battle.

He had also prepared enough Silence Amulet to deal with those Primarch- level Slaugth.

At the same moment that Nimrod's Stormbird flew toward the earth, beyond the Veil, in the Empyrean.

Atop a base stained with blood and piles of skulls stands a massive Brass Throne.

The body, with its blood-red skin, was clad in plate armor, which was engraved with rolling runes and various faces that Shriek in Affliction.

A huge winged helmet was placed on His head, covering His inhuman, roaring, and Distortion face.

His gaze pierced through the Veil, sweeping across the Blood Red- soaked battlefield of the Thramas.

Every time in the mountains, slaughter takes place.

Ordinary people, amidst the songs of courage, use weapons to fight against creatures of all shapes and sizes.

Every moment, someone falls, their blood staining the earth red.

A superhuman Warrior clad in armor beheads his enemy, the blood staining his armor of varying colors.

His gaze fell upon the four extraordinary Warrior.

They were extraordinary and exceptionally brave.