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Slaanesh laughed even harder. She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, marveling at Dorn's ignorance and innocence regarding such matters.

"Enough, don't waste time on this question!" Fulgrim hurriedly said. His expression was terrible; Slaanesh's words had likely reminded him of many awful memories.

Of the 47 million people who mutilated themselves, most chose tattoos and carved inscriptions. Only 5.8 million continued down the path of corruption, imitating the Flayed Ones.

Twenty-one million people formed connections. The mildest level was 1v1 solo matches, followed by 1v6 asymmetric competitions and even 32v32 large-scale battles. Across the entire planet, everyone from eighty-year-olds to eight-year-olds signed up for all kinds of competitions, setting numerous world records in the process.

This process was actually quite safe. After all, the winds of indulgence could lubricate the flesh and soften skin and tissue, allowing them to endure pleasure with greater stamina.

The only danger was likely the spread of sexually transmitted diseases. This was one of the few areas where Slaanesh and Nurgle had conflicts over their domains.

Slaanesh hated how sexually transmitted diseases affected pleasure, but felt that such dangerous forms of contact brought a different kind of thrill.

The Primarchs said they did not want to hear the details, but Fulgrim had clearly remembered something. His face grew paler and paler.

Jaghatai, who was sitting close to him, heard Fulgrim's sobbing. He placed a hand on Fulgrim's back and gently comforted him.

Slaanesh continued her report.

Of those twenty-one million people, only 3.04 million entered the worst stage.

They connected while skinning themselves, bleeding, and beheading one another. Some even voluntarily asked to be hung over bonfires and eaten.

"There's really... really no need to go into such detail..." The Primarchs looked extremely grim. Even the well-traveled Oedmeir was frowning.

"Ah, you're still