The Purple Eggplant Has Arrived!

What is the lowest essence of life?

It is creation, it is continuation, it is something done by generations of people.

She knows those things too well.

"Their gameplay at that time could be said to be extremely sophisticated, and it is guaranteed to be something you have never thought of!"

Guilliman's eyelids were twitching wildly. Emperor's face was thrown to the ground and stepped on again and again. He picked it up again, blew the dust off, and then threw it on the ground and stepped on it again.

He tapped his fingers twice on the armrest.

He wanted to say something to restore Imperium of Man's image in the mind of the goddess of life, but he found that he couldn't say it.

Because what Isha said is true.

At his peak, Eldar had more fun than he imagined, but under that kind of environment, could Emperor restrain himself and just have a normal party?

Guilliman slapped his forehead and suddenly felt that Imperium of Man's powerful people might still be too reserved.

There is no way, they humans are such a reserved and elegant race, damn, compared to this Eldar at their peak, the powerful are actually quite restrained.

No, I, the Great Emperor and Holy King, will not allow such a failure.

Next, I need to severely correct this trend. I will start with myself. I will first get a Commorragh coupon and go there to have fun for three days and four nights.

He was immersed in this great idea, completely unaware that the goddess of life next to him who had just escaped from Nurgle's Garden was looking at him like a pet.

Guilliman held Isha's hand and was about to step into the hatch of the transport ship, preparing to end this damn, long trip to Nurgle's Garden that made him even lose his top hat.

In his mind, he was already planning the trip after returning to Terra - first throw Mortarion into the dungeon, let Adeptus Custodes watch him, and don't let him bite his tongue and commit suicide;

Then go to Golden Throne to report to your father, and ask him what happened at the party held by his father at Commorragh;

Finally, I put on a comfortable robe and went to Garden of Nurgle to meet my mother for afternoon tea.

The tea she makes is better than any Psionic Energy drink in the universe.

Then, he felt it.

That breath did not come from a certain direction, but came from all directions at the same time, like a tide, like a mist, like some indescribable existence that penetrated everything.

It penetrated into Material Universe from the depths of Warp, penetrated the Void Shield of the ship, penetrated the bulkhead of Ceramite, penetrated the protection of Smart Atoms, and went straight into the bone marrow of Guilliman.

The breath was sweet, not the cheap sweetness of candy, but the sweetness of some kind of anesthetic that makes people drowsy after entering the mouth.

There is a hint of rottenness in the sweetness, like the fishy smell left on the skin after excessive physical Pleasure, and there is also a faint scent of roses.

Underneath the floral fragrance is musk, and underneath the musk is some kind of ambiguous smell that Guilliman doesn't want to identify, making people blush and heartbeat.

Guilliman's eyes suddenly widened.

The purple shadow began to condense at the stern of the transport ship, spreading slowly and unstoppably like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

The purple was not an ordinary purple, but a strange purple, like corrupted rose petals, with a pink halo around the edges.

The shadow had no specific shape, it was constantly changing - sometimes it looked like countless intertwined arms, sometimes it looked like open thighs, sometimes it looked like some indescribable organ that Guilliman had only seen in Macragge banned books.

It changes, but always maintains a chilling consistency - it is desire itself.

It's Slaanesh.

The Prince of Desire, the Lord of Pleasure, is the ultimate collection of countless souls and all desires of Eldar.

The youngest, craziest and most unpredictable of Four Chaos Gods.

Moreover, it is Slaanesh who has fully arrived, Slaanesh who is at his peak.

Except that it is not on its own home court, it is almost a complete Chaos Gods.

It trailed a trail of pink flames behind it. Where the trail passed, the void began to crack, and countless tiny pink demons with wings poured out of the cracks.

Guilliman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt the stormy wave in Warp - Emperor had helped him out before, and he dared to follow the four Chaos Godss to brag and play psychological tactics.

But now, his father is busy confronting Nurgle, and the entire suppression of Garden of Nurgle requires the concentrated output of that round of Black Sun.

He only has himself here, and beside him is a half-impaired goddess of life who just escaped from Nurgle's Garden.

How to fight a complete Chaos Gods?

He didn't let go.

What he let go was not Isha's hand, but Emperor's Sword's sword hilt.

Emperor's Sword was suspended beside him, and the golden flames on the sword expanded suddenly, forming a burning shield with flowing runes in the void, covering him and Isha.

His other hand had already taken off the spare dart from his belt - no, that was Bolter.

His Bolter was pulled out from the void, and the muzzle was pointed at the still condensing purple shadow.

Guilliman's mind completed countless deductions in 0.3 seconds, but none of them ended with him leaving alive with Isha.

His only trump card is the golden flames of Emperor, but those flames are burning quietly on the shield. Their energy source is Emperor, which is the Black Sun that is confronting Nurgle.

Can Emperor fight two Chaos Gods at the same time?

Guilliman I don't know.

He had no time to think.

Deep in the ruins of Nurgle's Garden, in the dark green cloud, Nurgle's eyes passed through the layers of golden flames, through the burning rotten forest, through the evaporating pus pool, and landed on the purple shadow.

The corners of his mouth slowly opened, and the smile was kind and ferocious, as if he saw a disobedient neighbor's child being beaten.

"Come on, Emperor, let's see what this awesome son will do next!"

Nurgle fiercely inserted the copper spoon in his hand into the still smoking cauldron, stirring, stirring, stirring.

The remaining thick soup at the bottom of the pot stirred up under the stirring of the spoon.

The dark green, viscous, and squirming soup spurted out and turned into a green beam of light that soared into the sky, slamming into the Black Sun.

The light beam exploded the moment it came into contact with Black Sun, turning into a green mist that filled the sky. The mist made a harsh hissing sound under the burning of the golden flame.

Emperor did not respond.

Black Sun only dimmed slightly, then lit up again.

But Guilliman could feel that the dimming of the light meant that Emperor's attention was distracted by Nurgle for a moment.

Just this moment is enough for Slaanesh to complete its arrival.

The purple shadow condenses and takes shape.

It was a slender, indistinguishable figure, about three meters tall, with slender limbs. The skin was almost transparent and pale, and the surface was covered with a fine sheen like snake scales.