Foundation Exusiai, Containment Breach! Chapter 38

The sound beyond comprehension was also the apocalyptic sound of this piece!

As the movement reached this point, the orchestra quickened its tempo, leading every living creature toward destruction.

The conductor's bone baton struck sharply, and the entire battlefield fell into an instant of dead silence.

Then, the fourth singer slowly emerged.

Its body consisted of a pristine white formal dress, and within its throat, there was nothing but constantly shifting sound waves.

When it opened its void-like "mouth," no singing emerged—or rather, it was not a "sound" that mortal beings could comprehend.

It was pure madness.

Bursts of ultimate noise rang out. This was music only the orchestra could hear, music only they could enjoy.

Every living creature on the battlefield suddenly threw back its head. Eardrums burst, and blood seeped from eye sockets.

Their thoughts were completely crushed, leaving only endless noise in their minds, like billions of sharp blades churning within their skulls.

The Orks roared as they tore at their own heads. The Khorne Daemons dropped to their knees, muscles beneath their brass armor spasming and twisting. Their consciousness was completely shredded, leaving only the most primal insanity.

"Aaaaah!"

Hearing the audience's frenzied, deranged cries, the conductor revealed a satisfied smile.

Its baton suddenly conducted a heavy beat, thanking the audience for their enthusiastic support.

Whether Orks or Khorne Daemons.

They all froze at the same time.

Then, their heads exploded one after another.

Blood and brain matter bloomed like fireworks, congealing into bizarre crimson musical notes in midair as they drifted toward the center of the orchestra.

The conductor's bone baton greedily absorbed this "nourishment," and the movement's rhythm grew ever more violent. The entire world faintly trembled along with it.

This destructive power, this expressiveness, was more than a hundred times greater than it had been within the company.

In this paradise, where emotions could be truly felt, the orchestra's performance became ever more magnificent.

At that moment.

Only Xiao Huasheng heard the true fourth movement.

What filled her ears was not piercing noise, but an apocalyptic sound that shook the soul.

The melody sounded like the wailing of millions, yet also like the whispers of gods. Every note pierced precisely into her nerves, making her whole body tremble, yet leaving her helplessly intoxicated.

"Wow?" she murmured, the corners of her mouth rising uncontrollably.

"It sounds that good?"

Xiao Huasheng did not understand music, but even she knew this piece was no ordinary work. Once someone truly heard it, they would never forget it for the rest of their life.

The moment she said that, the orchestra's singers and conductor all turned toward her.

They worked hard to sing for her, displaying the beauty of the orchestra without reservation.

And Xiao Huasheng was continuously applauding this movement.

Though the battlefield had become unimaginably bloody and terrifying, she simply could not stop clapping.

This was truly art!

Her mind held nothing but that indescribable movement. It was a hymn of destruction, a prelude to the end, supreme art beyond mortal comprehension.

She even began singing along without realizing it.

The same incomprehensible sounds came from her mouth.

Just as everyone remembered the most familiar parts of a song and could not help humming a few lines, Xiao Huasheng had remembered this melody as well.

Amid the mountain of corpses, the body of a Khorne Daemon slowly sat up.

An audience member had appeared here as well. She sat quietly amid the corpses, closing her eyes to enjoy this ultimate music she had never heard before.

Slaanesh had even sent an avatar in person to listen to this performance.

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The Lord of Pleasure was intoxicated by the beauty of the performance.

The slaughter continued.

And the orchestra continued to play.

The conductor's bone baton rose high, and the fourth movement reached its final climax—

Bang!

The head of the last living creature on the battlefield exploded.

The final movement had arrived.

This piece would pierce the soul as the finale of the apocalypse.

Every living creature still alive on this planet heard their singing, all of them falling into the final movement.

The orchestra would never allow anyone to skip their performance, not even the finale.

They wanted every living creature to enjoy it together.

The stage slowly rose, and the singers gave everything they had, singing without holding anything back.

The baton trembled as it rose higher and higher. The pitch had already reached an indescribable height. Without expending their lives, it would have been impossible to sing such a peerless movement!

Until the conductor of the orchestra made one final soaring sweep of the baton, then brought it down viciously toward the center!

The performance was complete.

At this very moment, the cries of battle across the entire planet fell completely silent. The Orks and Khorne Daemons alike had died in the final movement.

Even the flowers, grass, and plants withered along with them.

All things fell silent. This was the orchestra's greatest performance offered to them.

The curtain slowly closed, and the music came to an abrupt end.

Silence.

Only shattered skulls scattered across the ground and crimson musical notes floating in midair proved that this performance had ever existed.

Xiao Huasheng lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the soul-shaking melody still echoing in her ears.

"I'm still alive?" Xiao Huasheng asked herself in shock.

At that moment, applause rang out.

"Truly... beautiful."

Xiao Huasheng looked over. A lump of flesh melted so thoroughly by the music that it no longer had any recognizable shape was clapping with two chunks of flesh that seemed to be hands.

The conductor, however, gave the two of them a slight bow.

"Thank you for listening."

In planetary orbit.

The Ultramarines stared in shock at everything happening on the planet. Their communicators could not receive that movement, because the orchestra allowed people to experience its music only in person.

Thus, the Ultramarines escaped disaster.

But seeing daemons and Orks across the entire planet suddenly die, they knew something utterly terrifying had happened down there.

"Emperor above! What the fuck is that?!" Even the Astartes could not help swearing.

On the most dangerous battlefield of this planet, all was now completely silent.

Just as the Silent Orchestra described: silence. After it had performed a piece for everyone, this place had fallen silent.

At this moment, it was unlike in the game.

After finishing a round of singing, the orchestra remained where it was, merely looking at the two people here.

Slaanesh's avatar had also transformed from a lump of flesh back into a humanoid being with a tail.

Her face was so enchanting that it immediately drew Xiao Huasheng's gaze without question.

"I welcome you to my hall, to perform music alongside the musicians under my command."

Slaanesh's avatar directly presented an invitation to the conductor of the Silent Orchestra.

The conductor in the white tailcoat accepted the invitation.

When it took the invitation, the conductor seemed to receive some sort of message and spoke.

"Oh, a grander concert?" As conductors, the Silent Orchestra did not reject friendly exchanges of music and art with other orchestras.

Even with orchestras whose skill was inferior to theirs, the Silent Orchestra always remained humble, believing they could surely learn something from the other side.

This would further ignite their desire to create and their desire to perform.

"Madam, thank you for your invitation. We will arrive as promised," said the Silent Orchestra.

On the invitation, Slaanesh had already sent the coordinates in a form any living creature could understand. So long as one possessed interstellar travel capability, one could certainly arrive.

No one doubted that the Silent Orchestra, capable of exterminating every living creature on an entire planet, possessed such ability.

Slaanesh's avatar nodded in satisfaction.

Then she looked at Xiao Huasheng, at this little angel who also had a talent for singing.

"Oh, are you an intern with the orchestra? Those two lines you hummed weren't bad either." Slaanesh's avatar looked at the red-haired angel and asked.

"No, I'm just... uh, a passerby!"

In the end, facing this being who seemed extremely difficult to deal with, Xiao Huasheng hurriedly replied.

She was terrified of becoming involved with the other party.

"I think you're very talented. Hehehehe... You are qualified to enjoy pleasure as well."

Slaanesh's avatar drifted closer lightly, her slender fingers brushing Xiao Huasheng's cheek, her fingertips grazing her skin like feathers.

Those bewitching pupils narrowed slightly, carrying a certain dangerous pleasure.

"A passerby?" she chuckled. "But you could clearly hear that master orchestra's final movement... and even withstand its 'baptism.'"

Her fingers slowly slid downward, passing over Xiao Huasheng's neck before finally stopping at her collarbone, gently stroking it.

Xiao Huasheng's body stiffened. This was completely unlike an ordinary touch.

She could feel that the other woman's fingertips carried some strange temperature, both icy and scorching, capable of passing straight through her skin to touch her soul.

"I... was just lucky." She forced out a smile and tried to move backward, only to find that her back had already pressed against the wreckage of the ruins. There was nowhere left to retreat.

Slaanesh's avatar tilted her head, her tail swaying elegantly like a venomous snake waiting to strike.

She bent down and lightly licked Xiao Huasheng's cheek with the tip of her tongue, leaving behind a damp, cool sensation.

The red-haired angel curled into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut. At this moment, her halo resembled more of a little night-light, adding a bit of atmosphere for the two of them.

"Luck?" she whispered, her breath brushing Xiao Huasheng's ear. "No, darling. This is talent."

Her palm slowly moved downward, her fingertips seemingly brushing over Xiao Huasheng's thigh, as though testing her—or enjoying her trembling.

"Hehehehe..."

Xiao Huasheng's heart nearly burst from her chest. She was almost crying. Why did things always end up like this?

"Don't be nervous." Slaanesh's avatar seemed to notice her intentions, but merely narrowed her eyes in pleasure. "I only want to invite you... to be a guest at my palace."

With a gentle lift of her fingertips, she brazenly admired the angel's flawless white body.

"There, you can hear music even more wonderful than this and enjoy pleasures even more ultimate... Even if you do not have that kind of organ, you can still feel that kind of pleasure." Her voice grew lower and lower, full of temptation.

For once, Slaanesh even made a promise to someone else.

"Although making a stone grow that kind of thing is a little difficult, I'll do my best. I promise."

In the end, Slaanesh did not even bother pretending anymore and directly began wildly teasing Xiao Huasheng.

"C-Can you... not?" Xiao Huasheng spoke almost weakly as she looked at the mighty being before her, her bright eyes filled with refusal.