Daemons Have No Pain

"Quack! Let me go! Let me go! I'll never do it again!"

Second Brother, Second Brother, why are you just standing there watching?

OMO

A desperate wail echoed from the Hundred Fruit Orchard. The big weasel named Luojia looked around, trying to find a way to escape, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the Adamantium chains that bound her tightly.

The only one who could save her was Mordred, but Mordred just stood there watching coldly.

"Increase the dosage!"

"No!"

Resistance was futile. If Luojia herself had come, she might have been able to transform into the Golden Word Envoy and smash Saffrin's head with a single blow. But all that came was a projection, a powerless yellow-skinned rat.

In just one day, nearly 300 Magnus Fruit were stuffed into Luojia's mouth. Paired with delicious Fresh Energy Orange Juice, they transformed into jetpack warriors, vigorously composting the orchard.

He casually kicked away a bouncy Nurgling. Perhaps due to the high concentration of Chaos Energy Corruption in Mardon, the little thing had mutated, turning from a round, plump bun into a dragon fruit covered in bone spurs.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that this thing still smells awful, with a hint of the sour smell from an old man's armpit on a 40°C bus.

The mutation wasn't limited to Nurgling; all Daemon that came to Mardon began to be gradually corrupted by Fel Energy, with the higher up the Legion's ranks, the deeper the Fel Energy.

In the eyes of the other Daemon, the Legion Demon are a bunch of perverts who smear shit on themselves and frantically throw it around. The entire Burning Legion is insane, and once you get tainted, you can never wash it off; you'll all turn into idiots.

But in the eyes of the Burning Legion, the other Daemon are just a bunch of mortals who cannot comprehend the profound truth of Fel Energy.

We, the Burning Legion, are pragmatic. As long as you offer your Fealty, the Fel Energy will be treated equally. Promotion and power are entirely based on your abilities. The path to prestige is unstoppable. Only those who dare to fight will win, and success depends on yourself.

The past is the past, and the present is the present. Before, I was a lowly Daemon who couldn't even afford soul fragments; in the Burning Legion, I would be a minor officer.

In the vast Sea of Souls, even Daemon are divided into different ranks. The Four Gods are just the four largest peaks among them. Even if one enters the Four Gods' small group, one is still the lowest -Lower Levels cannon fodder.

But things are different now. With the formation of the Burning Legion, it has a new place to go outside the Four Gods system. Other Daemon look down on the Burning Legion, but that doesn't mean the lesser Daemon look down on it.

Even more surprisingly, some Daemon who were out of favor under the Four Gods seized the opportunity, either through deception or by being ostracized, and all came to join the Burning Legion.

While their own Legion Commander is interrogating prisoners, the Legion Demon who have come upon hearing the news will certainly not let this opportunity pass, at least to make an impression.

Especially after seeing Mordred's current appearance, some Daemon felt much more at ease. No wonder even Vashtorr had joined the Burning Legion.

Look at our Legion Commander's mouth! If you say he has nothing to do with the Blood God, you're just fooling a fool.

Yes, they look so alike! Nine out of ten are identical.

According to rumors, the Primarch were products of a deal between the Four Gods and the Cursed, and given that each Primarch is a child of the Cursed, the outcome is obvious.

It must be that the Cursed used some indescribable means to frantically extract the Chaos genes of the Four Gods in order to construct the Primarch.

This is truly terrifying. Such cunning! This the Cursed truly deserves to be called a great enemy of Chaos.

Thinking of this, even the lowest-ranking Daemon Slaves of the Burning Legion couldn't help but puff out their chests with pride.

From then on, our second-in-command was the Daemon demigod Vashtorr, our Legion Commander was the former Imperial Warmaster Mordred, and even above our heads was the banner of the Cursed —no, the Emperor!

Why worry that great things cannot be accomplished?

Seeing Luo Jia rolling his eyes and Luojia all over the ground, Mordred felt it was time and immediately signaled Saffrin to stop feeding him and summoned a water truck to Carpet Bombing.

Before he could even take the water gun, a Daemon suddenly squeezed in. Although it was just a completely black Black Shadow, Mordred saw a hint of fawning in its eyes:

"Your Highness, please don't move! Let me handle this!"

"Hmm, not bad. What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Raum, and I'm the company commander of the 2nd Company, 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion of the Burning Legion," replied the tall, thin figure named Raum.

Mordred recognized the name. If it sounded familiar, it must be someone special. He immediately gave Saffrin a look, indicating that he would take the kid back for further training.

Seeing the filth removed, Mordred stepped forward and patted Luojia's cheek:

"Look me in the eye. Now, Luojia, I'm asking you, do you still believe you can control the power of the Warp?"

Luojia, who was on the verge of dehydration, dared not say no. She shook her head frantically, indicating that she would never dare to do it again and that she was irreconcilably opposed to the Warp.

This is exactly what Mordred wanted to see, but as a great educator, he knew he couldn't go to extremes.

Mordred unlocked the Adamantium chains, lifted the limp Luojia, and led her to the Fel Spire.

Looking down at the hundreds of millions of Legion Demon, Luojia was confused, but then he heard Mordred's voice in his ear:

"Sister, you must remember this: Daemon have no sense of pain. Under the Chaos Energy Corruption, the Legion Demon are far less brutal than other Daemon. What you have seen is only the tip of the iceberg."

Old Man Huang bombed the Perfect City because humanity's beliefs are distorted by the Warp; even the truth, goodness, and beauty you believe in will eventually turn into a lump of filth.

Can you guess how these Daemon came to be?

If Luojia, as the Primarch, still didn't understand, then he would truly be a fool.

"It's faith!"

"That's right. The Warp is also known as the Sea of Souls, the place where the emotions of living beings belong. Daemon are Warp Entity born from the echoes of these extreme emotions, and the faith of believers is undoubtedly the most powerful of these extreme emotions."

The Imperial Truth is undoubtedly a lie. In our world, everything has a soul, even a Bolter can generate Machine Spirit under the drive of strong conviction.

The Machine Spirit is indeed useful, and its Psychic Power is indeed powerful. If your plan is implemented, perhaps the Empire will truly have powerful divine weapons.

The plan is indeed good, but look at the chaotic Warp Outside World —can any pure and innocent lotus flower be born from this cesspool?

"As long as the base number is large enough, one day you'll be driven crazy by all the complicated thoughts."

Mordred retrieved a file detailing Atlas's previous experiments with artificial Daemon, codenamed Eva.

After reading the entire document, Luojia Jia's anxiety finally subsided. She didn't ask about the final outcome of the so-called Eva, because it clearly stated that the data had been wiped.

"Second Brother, if what you say is true, even Father can be burdened by his faith, then why are you unharmed?"

"That's a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?"

Although he knew he had done something foolish, driven by some inexplicable emotion, Luojia still wanted to understand his older brother.

"Let's start with that overconfident Psychic Power primitive."