The Six Rings of Slaanesh

"If you want to save Fulgrim, come to the palace in the center~"

A seductive and charming voice echoed in Francis's mind.

Just by the sound of it, Francis knew this must be an unparalleled beauty!

Francis fell silent for a moment, then decided to make a decision that went against his ancestors.

"I don't want to save him, can you let me go?" Francis cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted.

"..."

"Don't you want to save Angron? He's on the third level."

As expected, the pleasant voice came again. This time, Francis savored it carefully, then continued, "You speak so beautifully, Angron is yours too!"

"Aren't they your brothers?"

"I have twenty brothers and thousands of sons, I don't lack one or two."

"If you want them, I'll give them to you. I didn't bring any gifts this time anyway."

"So, can I go now?"

Francis's words, like the November autumn wind, ruthlessly swept through the demons hiding around them.

They had never seen such a cold-blooded person!

Francis waited for a long time but received no response from the other party.

The humans in the surrounding cages looked at him expectantly, while Francis stared back at them.

A human in a cage swallowed and said, "Respected Primarch, please give me a gold coin. Just one~"

"Next time, definitely! I'm in a bit of a hurry right now."

Then Francis bypassed this group of demons. How would ordinary humans know about Primarchs?

There was no other way, he had to keep walking outside.

Soon, he saw that the surrounding walls were inlaid with countless gorgeous gems, and each path had lifelike golden statues.

It was obvious that any action of touching the gems or golden figures would turn him into a golden statue.

Francis didn't take anything, and ambled his way out, muttering as he walked, "Your test isn't good enough! You should constantly whisper in my ear how valuable and rare these treasures are."

As expected.

As soon as Francis finished speaking, he heard voices whispering in his ear.

"I mean, you should say it to others. I am the son of the Emperor, even if I only get one-twentieth of the galaxy, I'm still richer than your paltry offerings."

"This makes me highly doubt your business capabilities as demons."

"Please be more professional."

Three days later

He hadn't seen the gate leading outside. Instead, he found the gate leading to the depths.

"Fine, fine, fine~ So this is how you want to play!" Francis covered his face. People truly laugh when they are speechless.

Francis casually picked up a combat knife. It didn't look too old, clearly its owner had entered not long ago.

"Then I'll go in and take a look!"

Saying that, he walked through the dark gate. Inside, it opened up. Countless small islands were connected by bridges, and each island had only a huge dining table.

Exquisite food was laid out on them. Mountains of flesh surrounded the dining tables, wolfing down the food. When they were thirsty, they lowered their heads to drink from lakes of wine.

Even though their eyes were filled with despair, their bodies frantically devoured the food.

"Someone save me! I'm so hungry, why am I always hungry!"

These bloated gluttons wailed, and finally, they exploded, leaving behind a mess of filth.

"Rest in peace."

To end their suffering, Francis, with his knife, gave each of them a swift end, then quickly moved to the next level.

The third level was a field covered in soft wheat grass.

There, girls and youths wearing beast masks played naked. Angron lay on the golden haystack, a blade of grass in his mouth.

Countless girls surrounded him, and he was lost in the moment.

"Angron!!"

Francis quickly ran to his side and pushed the people away. "Wake up! How did you end up here?"

Facing his questioning, Angron looked as if he were asleep, staring blankly at the sky without a word.

"Hehehe~"

No matter how he shook or shouted, Angron just sat there giggling foolishly, as if his frontal lobe had been removed.

Francis slapped him a few times, but Angron lay there, completely dazed.

"Hmph~ What did you do to him?"

Meanwhile.

The pushed-aside boys and girls, their bodies gradually contorted, their masks shifting to reveal their true forms, their limbs twisting, and extra breasts growing on their bodies.

"Roar~"

Finally, a massive bone blade was drawn from its back, and it ferociously swung towards Francis.

Clang!

Francis blocked with his other hand and turned to them, continuing, "Can any of you tell me what's going on? I'll leave you a complete corpse if you do."

Dozens of demons looked at each other, even letting out sneers, speaking a string of words Francis couldn't understand.

"Sigh, this is why I don't like dealing with demons. You really don't understand human language."

Saying that, he moved, instantly charging into the horde of demons. His blade swung, and with every strike, it was accompanied by the wails of demons.

A demon swung its sharp claws, attempting to block Francis's assault. However, the moment its claws touched the blade, clang! Francis brought his blade down, cleaving the demon in half from head to toe, black blood splattering everywhere.

Immediately after, he swept his blade horizontally, cutting three demons in half at the waist who were attempting to flank him.

Their bodies tumbled through the air, letting out piercing screams, before finally falling lifelessly to the ground.

With every swing of his blade, Francis decapitated a demon, until only a pile of mangled limbs remained.

"I'm a Primarch too, you know. Are you really that brave?"

"I'm just a peaceful person who doesn't like fighting!"

The demon's head beneath Francis's feet was muttering something, but alas, it had no jaw, so Francis couldn't hear clearly.

Then, dragging Angron, he continued to the next level.

Arriving at the fourth level.

As soon as he entered, Francis saw a man in golden armor holding the banner of the Imperium. Behind him stood many Primarchs, the High Lords of Terra, and countless Astartes.

"Francis, come quickly. The Imperium will be entrusted to you from now on." The man in golden armor was looking at Francis with immense tenderness.

"..." Francis looked at them expressionlessly and walked up to the man.

Then he swung his blade down, but it passed through empty air.

"So it was an illusion. You could have made it more realistic, let me swing a couple of times, and I would have enjoyed it more!" Francis shouted towards the center.

Continuing forward.

It was a garden, its winding paths covered with beautiful flowers and thorns.

A gentle, fragrant breeze blew, and countless flattering whispers filled Francis's ears.

"You cured the Thousand Sons Legion's flesh-mutation~"

"You saved countless loyal Astartes~"

"You are the Emperor's most outstanding son~"

"..."

A mirror lake reflected the Emperor's image, but upon closer inspection, it was actually Francis wearing the Emperor's Power Armour.

Francis: "..."

Francis now seriously doubted if anyone would actually fall for this.

In his opinion, it was like carving flowers onto a pile of garbage; it was still garbage.

Then he noticed figures being tormented in the distance. They were staring intently at their reflections in the mirror-like lake, their bodies fixed by thorns that silently burrowed into their flesh, rendering them immobile.

Finally, there was a golden beach.

An endless stretch of beach, with a choir singing a lullaby; the sea breeze smelled fragrant, gently tapping against Francis's taut nerves.

The warm sun shone golden overhead, and gentle waves lapped before him.

A voice seemed to tell him to rest quickly, as if lying down here would bring the most comfortable experience.

"Sigh~"

Francis sighed lightly, reluctantly chopping down the entire choir.

The moment the voices ceased, countless white bones were revealed on the beach.

Walking out of the beach, Francis finally stood before a shining palace.

An unbelievably towering fortress perched upon slender, twisted stone pillars. Towers resembling living, coiling serpents intertwined within their nests.

Inside seemed to be a circular hall, filled with mirrors reflecting each other, leaving countless images of Fulgrim within them.

Some were in their normal forms, some had four arms and a serpentine tail, and others were twisted into lumps of flesh.

"Congratulations, you've cleared the level. Come in quickly~"

Hearing this voice again, Francis, having gone through six trials, sighed and said, "You don't get any reward for clearing it."

"Let's just forget it. These six levels of yours were really not that interesting~"

"I'm tired today."

"Feelings that aren't equal have no future. There's no way we can be together, do you understand?"

"This forced love of yours is suffocating."

"We're not suited for each other!"

Francis spoke each word with genuine sincerity.

An incredibly piercing scream suddenly filled the entire space, and Francis felt the world spin.

Then he was back on Istvaan V.

"Francis, what's wrong? Why are you spacing out?" Fulgrim tapped his forehead, leaving a faint fingerprint.

"Weren't you asleep just now?"

"No, I was just talking about whipping the Emperor with a leather strap, and you froze."

"Hiss hiss hiss~ This is really bad now. This is purely targeting me!" Francis rubbed his chin. The development of events seemed to be heading in a slightly wrong direction.

"How about this, I have another method to remove the Demons from your body. Do you want to try it?"