The Ultimate Delicious Invitation from a Slaanesh Greater Daemon
After clearing the Slaaneshi Cultist around the landing site, Thomas headed into the darkness of the island.
A strange smell entered his nostrils.
Thomas followed the smell and looked toward the large pot.
The sizzling chunks of meat, emitting a strong aroma, mingled with the bloody smell of the thick broth.
Within the wizard's unclosable "Eyes of Mystery Prying," illusory images appear.
Crab-like claws tore through pale flesh.
The long, winding tongue coiled around the piece of meat and swallowed it into the wide-open mouth.
Thomas raised his hand, Mind Servitor wielded Bedrock-pattern Bolter, blasting the disgusting cauldron to pieces.
The road gradually widened, Librarian dispersed, using the "Gryphon's Roar" to Purification the Slaaneshi Cultist.
Thomas led his team straight to the center of the island, the place he felt was the most sinister.
Following the strong scent of musk, he saw a degenerate, androgynous creature.
His armor was magnificent and bizarre, far surpassing the technological level of his followers and the Ocean Tribe.
One side of his chest was erect, while the other side remained flat.
He raised the strange weapon in his left hand, while his right arm was bent into a crescent hook.
The Slaaneshi Champion of the tribe let out a shriek and moved with the speed of the wind, instantly sweeping across the six bone staircases of the Moon-shaped Temple.
The "wizard" raised his hand and threw out Catachan's Bramble, petals, and leaves. The Bramble grew wildly larger, connecting the petals and leaves together.
Bramble entangled her bent legs, petals clung to her ornate leg armor, and leaves slipped into the crevices.
Hiss...
From within the Slaaneshi Champion's belly came strange hissing sounds, and his stomach swelled and burst like a balloon.
Amidst the explosions, the stomach, along with its undigested flesh and blood, intestines covered in granulation tissue, and other fleshy organs, merged with the magnificent armor.
The armor immediately sprouted strange, crescent-shaped sharp blades, tearing apart the spells binding him.
Thomas raised his staff, and the patterns on the Hunt-Master Suit and the runes on the Mind Servitor shone simultaneously.
He instantly ascended to the Magnus's Eighth Mindset state that he had recently mastered.
Thomas learned from Hathor Mhat, the Chief Librarian of the "Thousand Sons" think tank, that most of the masters of various schools of thought stopped at this level in their lifetime.
Most of them, when fighting, simply maintain this level of Mindset, transforming the surging Warp tides into pure power.
A blinding golden light emanated from Thomas's throat, Slaaneshi Champion felt a stinging pain in his eyes.
As his deep green eyes closed slightly, he saw the sharp claws reaching out to grab him.
Slaaneshi Champion suddenly opened his eyes wide and swung his right arm violently.
The crescent-shaped blade emitted a piercing Shriek as it screeched as it struck the Golden Gryphon's talons.
With a loud bang, golden light tore through the crescent-shaped blade, its momentum undiminished, and then engulfed the intertwined Slaaneshi Champion.
Thomas glanced around and, seeing that the Librarian had gained the upper hand by relying on the "Gryphon's Roar," turned his gaze to the blasphemous Temple in front of him.
The "wizard's" gaze swept over human skin and skeletons, capturing the elements of this building that truly deserved to be called art.
Shining metal, crafted into different moon shapes: Full Moon, crescent moon...
Thomas was examining the Moon-shaped Metal structure at the same moment the Shadow of the Throne approached the orbit of Serpent.
Nimrod stood before the holographic strategy table, gazing at Planet Six, which at this moment had just reached the fan-shaped region where the two stars intersected.
He sensed the energy surging and converging in the Sea of Souls, and shifted his gaze to the video screen, where a remote detector captured the image:
Purple lightning pierced through the beautiful clouds.
Raindrops, shimmering with iridescent light, fall in a way that is both real and illusory, seemingly slow yet actually fast.
In the Empyrean, a bloated serpent with Two-headed Two-tailed let out an excited hiss.
His shriek pierced the Veil, turning the sky of Planet Six into a transparent window to Warp.
The Purple light rippled like waves.
On multiple screens of the Shadow of the Throne, the Aether readings were rapidly increasing.
Planets four, five, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and Twelfth simultaneously emitted Aether light.
The beams of light, accumulated over millions of years, shot towards the Serpent Alpha and the Serpent Beta from different directions.
The fluctuations in Aether spread into the real world.
The sapphire-blue Twin Stars, their burning light interspersed with Purple specks.
The Purple light grew brighter and brighter, and in an instant it transformed from bluish- Purple to a Purple enveloped in purple.
"Ready for takeoff."
Nimrod knew that the entrance to the Warp would only form when a planet passed between the Twin Stars, and he could avoid that period.
If his goal was merely to obtain the materials for transforming Perpetual, then that would indeed be the case.
But what Nimrod wanted was the Cradle of Serpents, the twelve precious Aeldari Crone World.
The Keeper of Secrets, who resides here, must be dealt with; his connection with the Twin Stars must be severed.
Nimrod astutely noticed from the battle reports of the three planets that the Slaaneshi Cultist, the Slaaneshi Steed, and other creatures were all associated with gluttony.
Based on his own memories, he had already guessed that the Keeper of Secrets, who occupied this place, must have been born from extreme gluttony.
Slaanesh represents all that is ultimate, and the six concentric rings surrounding Palace of Pleasure each represent a different pursuit of the ultimate, from the outside in.
The outermost ring is greed, and the innermost ring is gluttony.
Nimrod, accompanied by Freddy the Black Wolf and John the Brainy Cat, boarded the Vostonia-type Lightning Fighter.
Primarch's private pilot Nelson, started the engine, and the black fighter jet shot off the deck like lightning, heading towards the Purple light.
The "Calamity Priest" had a grim expression, and the shimmering purple light, though seemingly beautiful, actually resembled a terrifying maw.
The closer you get to the gaping maw, the more pronounced the piercing hiss becomes.
Suddenly, Nelson heard his father's command.
"Door Opening and go back."
"Father, it is my responsibility to bring you to the surface." The "Calamity Priest" tried his best to finish speaking as if it were normal.
"That's enough," the Mentor of Disorder said in a deep voice. His "majesty" made Nelson, who was maintaining the Third Mindset of Thelema's mental state, subconsciously obey his actions.
With a hiss of air pressure, the hatch opened.
The Primarch's eyes flickered with light and shadow Warp energy surged and converged into the real world.
Telekinesis to envelop a wolf and a cat, he took a single step and traversed over a hundred kilometers.
The Primarch continued its journey, its trailing afterimage flashing past Nelson in the blink of an eye, as if it were walking through a long corridor.
The Primarch walked through the "Gate of Infinity" forged by the Warp energy surging into the real world, traversing tens of thousands of kilometers of void in an instant, reaching the surface of Planet Six.
The purple light shone on their bodies adorned with expensive gems, jewelry, and silk, as the Devil proudly swayed.
The Devil rubbed their sharp claws and swift pincers, greedily hovering around the Primarch, not daring to approach.
Golden light surged from the Primarch's throat, piercing the pale, soft skin of the thousands of Devil nearby like needles through the exquisite leather trim.
Roar!
Amidst the deafening roar, the golden light that obscured the entire Hive City pierced through the iridescent purple glow.
Tens of thousands of Devil were torn to shreds amidst screams.
Nimrod his wings, leaped into the air, and charged toward the rapidly forming creature.
He was sixty-six times the height of an average person, yet he seemed to be a creature of the Great Ocean, compressing his body to find a place to dwell.
Within the Aetheric Sight, there are no limitations on his size.
A dazzling halo surrounded him, emanating a dizzying, hallucinogenic fragrance.
The Primarch's gaze pierced through the false exterior, revealing his muscular body adorned with jewels, within which the souls of millions of victims were sealed.
On each of its two heads were triangular, blood-yellow eyes, staring intently at Nimrod.
"Nimrod, you have stolen my food." His two heads simultaneously uttered seductive whispers.
"But I won't hate you because of this; I have a mutually beneficial proposal."
"One of your brothers has been indulging in the ultimate deliciousness; through consuming it, he has gained immense power."
Upon hearing this, Nimrod instantly guessed that Keeper of Secrets was referring to Hannibal.
"You and your offspring will obtain the ultimate deliciousness and immense power." A rustling sound filled the air.
"You can not only devour flesh, but also savor the true ultimate delicacy: the souls of your enemies."
"Your souls will nourish you."
As Keeper of Secrets, alluring visions bloomed all around like fireworks.
The Shadow of Order cradled the long, elegant thigh of the Aeldari, swallowing it greedily with a look of enjoyment on its face.
Nimrod picked up the Orks, which was as big as him, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed its head in one gulp.
As his body grew taller and his fingers reached, the plumpness of fresh oysters seemed to enter his soul, a transcendent deliciousness that brought joy to the very core of his being.
A trickle of saliva escaped John's lips.
Freddy felt as if he were in a dream, as if he had returned to Terra and the Luna, devouring beautiful dreams.
Nimrod instantly ascended to the Third Mindset the Thelema state of mind, and John and Freddy, who were connected to him, suddenly awoke, their eyes regaining their clarity.
As Freddy's eyes flashed with anger, Nimrod spoke in a cold voice.
"I refuse."