The surroundings underwent a complete transformation: flowers of every color, living musical instruments, and little fairies drifting over razor-sharp grasslands.
There were also layer upon layer of peaks carrying overtones of fertility worship. The dark, mad stench of Commorragh was absent from the air, replaced by a cloying, delightful fragrance.
"Ha... ha... This corruption of the soul."
Under the direct pressure of Slaanesh, Yvraine could barely keep her consciousness clear. Yet she could also clearly feel the emotions she had suppressed through the Path being stirred by the fragrance in the air...
The other Wych sisters were in even worse shape. One after another, they collapsed onto the ground, writhing, their breathy moans making Yvraine blush furiously.
"Slaanesh... it seems you're actually quite beautiful."
To everyone's surprise, Lin Fan did not loudly condemn Slaanesh's depravity. Instead, he began praising Slaanesh.
Khan was dumbfounded. Looking at Lin Fan, he cursed, "You're not even thinking with your lower half anymore! You've got a person growing out of your xx! He's a Chaos God! Are you trying to imitate that idiot Fulgrim?"
"Shut up! You idiot! What do you know?" Lin Fan shouted, silencing Khan. Then he grabbed one of Slaanesh's approaching tails and slowly stroked it.
Smooth and sleek, like the scales of a python, it felt incredibly good. Lin Fan had long envied those golden pythons he saw on television in his younger days. Now that he could touch such scales himself, it was truly satisfying.
"Before I met you, I never knew you could be so beautiful. But after seeing you, I realized what the most beautiful thing in this world truly is."
"Oh... goodness..." Slaanesh looked at Lin Fan's affectionate expression as he held one of his tails, unsure of what to do. Instead, he watched Lin Fan's performance