The sound beyond comprehension—the apocalyptic sound of this piece!
When the movement reached this point, the orchestra quickened its tempo, leading every living creature toward destruction.
The conductor's bone staff struck down sharply, and the entire battlefield fell into momentary dead silence.
Then, the fourth singer slowly emerged.
Its body was made of a pristine white formal suit, and within her throat, only ever-changing sound waves could be seen.
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 that only the orchestra could hear, music that only they could enjoy.
Every living creature on the battlefield suddenly threw back its head. Their eardrums ruptured, and blood seeped from their eye sockets.
Their thoughts were utterly crushed, leaving only endless noise in their minds, like billions of sharp blades stirring within their skulls.
The Orks roared as they tore at their own heads. The Khorne Daemons fell to their knees, their muscles spasming and twisting beneath their brass armor. Their consciousness was completely ripped apart, leaving only the most primal madness.
"Aaaahhh!"
Hearing the audience's frenzied, mad cries, the conductor revealed a satisfied smile.
Its baton sharply conducted a heavy beat, thanking the audience for their support.
Whether Orks or Khorne Daemons—
They all paused at the same time.
Then their heads exploded one after another.
Blood and brain matter blossomed like fireworks, condensing into bizarre crimson notes in midair and drifting toward the center of the orchestra.
The conductor's bone staff greedily absorbed this "nourishment." The movement's rhythm grew ever more violent, and 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 truly be felt, the orchestra's singing became ever more magnificent.
At this 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 was like the wailing of ten million people, yet also like the whispers of gods. Every note pierced precisely into her nerves, making her tremble all over, yet she could not resist becoming intoxicated by it.
"Wow?" she murmured, the corners of her mouth rising uncontrollably.
"It sounds so good?"
Xiao Huasheng did not understand music, but even she could tell this music was no ordinary work. Once someone truly heard it, they would never forget it for the rest of their life.
As soon as she said that, the orchestra's singers and conductor turned toward her together.
They did their utmost to sing for her, displaying the orchestra's beauty without reservation.
And Xiao Huasheng was continuously applauding this movement.
Though the battlefield had become extremely bloody and terrifying, she simply could not stop clapping.
It truly was art!
Her mind contained only that indescribable movement. It was an ode to destruction, a prelude to the end, supreme art beyond mortal understanding.
She even began singing along unconsciously.
The same incomprehensible sounds came from her mouth.
Just as everyone remembered the familiar parts of a song and could not help humming a few lines, Xiao Huasheng had memorized 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, closed her eyes, and enjoyed this ultimate music she had never heard before.
Slaanesh had manifested an avatar and personally come to listen to this singing.
If I'd Known Even Stones Could Be Violated...
The Lord of Pleasure was intoxicated by the beauty of this performance.
The slaughter continued.
And the orchestra continued playing.
The conductor's bone staff rose high, and the fourth movement reached its final climax—
Bang!
The head of the last living creature on the battlefield exploded.
The finale had arrived.
This movement would pierce through souls as the closing of the apocalypse.
Every living being still alive on this planet heard their singing, and every one of them was drawn 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 as they sang, holding nothing back.
The baton trembled as it continued to rise. The pitch had reached an indescribable height. Without burning away life itself, it would have been impossible to sing such an unparalleled movement!
Until the orchestra's conductor gave one final soaring sweep of the baton, then brought it down viciously toward the center!
The performance was over.
At this moment, the cries of battle across the entire planet fell completely silent. The Orks and Khorne Daemons had all died within the finale.
Even the flowers, grass, and plants withered here alongside them.
All things fell silent. This was the orchestra's greatest performance, dedicated to them.
The curtain slowly closed, and the music came to an abrupt stop.
Silence.
Only shattered skulls scattered across the ground and crimson notes floating in the air proved that this performance had once existed.
Xiao Huasheng lay on the ground, gasping heavily. That soul-shaking melody still echoed in her ears.
"I'm still alive?" Xiao Huasheng asked herself in disbelief.
At that moment, applause rang out.
"Truly... beautiful."
Xiao Huasheng looked over. A lump of flesh melted so thoroughly by the music that it was impossible to make out its original form was clapping with two chunks of flesh that vaguely resembled hands.
The conductor, however, gave the two of them a slight bow.
"Thank you for listening."
In the planet's orbit—
The Ultramarines stared in shock at everything happening below. Their communicators could not receive the movement, because the orchestra only allowed people to experience its music in person.
Thus, the Ultramarines had escaped disaster.
But when they saw Daemons and Orks across the entire planet dropping dead one after another, they knew something utterly terrifying had happened there.
"By the Emperor! What the fuck is that?!" Even the Astartes could not stop themselves from cursing.
On the most dangerous battlefield of this planet, everything had long since become silent.
Just as the Silent Orchestra's name implied, after it had performed a piece for everyone, this place had become silent.
At this moment, unlike in the game—
After completing a round of singing, the orchestra remained where it was, merely looking toward the two of them.
Slaanesh's avatar had also changed from a lump of flesh back into a humanoid being with a tail.
Her face was so bewitchingly beautiful that Xiao Huasheng's gaze was instantly and inevitably drawn to her.
"I welcome you to my hall, to perform music together with the musicians under my command."
Slaanesh's avatar directly handed an invitation to the Silent Orchestra's conductor.
The conductor in the white tailcoat accepted the invitation.
The moment it took the invitation, the conductor seemed to receive some sort of message and made a sound.
"Oh, an even grander concert?" As conductors, the Silent Orchestra did not reject friendly musical exchanges with other orchestras, exchanges of art.
Even with orchestras less skilled than themselves, the Silent Orchestra always remained humble, believing they could surely learn something from the other side.
That would further ignite their desire to create, their desire to sing.
"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 being could understand. As long as they possessed the ability for interstellar travel, they would definitely be able to reach it.
No one would doubt that the Silent Orchestra, capable of wiping out 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 possessed talent for singing.
"Oh, are you an intern with the orchestra? Those two lines you hummed were not bad either." Slaanesh's avatar looked at the red-haired Angel and asked.
"No, I'm just... um, a passerby!"
In the end, faced with this existence who seemed extremely difficult to deal with, Xiao Huasheng hurriedly replied.
She was terrified of getting involved with her.
"I think you have great talent. Heh heh heh... You are qualified to enjoy pleasure as well."
Slaanesh's avatar drifted close with light steps. Her slender fingers touched Xiao Huasheng's cheek, her fingertips brushing over her skin like feathers.
Those strange, enchanting pupils narrowed slightly, carrying a dangerous sense of delight.
"A passerby?" she chuckled softly. "But you could clearly hear that master orchestra's finale... and even endure its 'baptism.'"
Her fingers slowly slid downward, passing over Xiao Huasheng's neck before finally stopping at her collarbone, gently caressing it.
Xiao Huasheng's body stiffened. It was completely unlike an ordinary touch.
She could feel that the other's fingertips carried some bizarre temperature, both icy and scorching. They seemed able to pass directly through her skin and touch her soul.
"I... was just lucky." She forced a smile and tried to move backward, only to find her back already pressed against the ruins. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Slaanesh's avatar tilted her head. Her tail swayed elegantly like a venomous snake waiting to strike.
She bent down and lightly licked Xiao Huasheng's cheek, leaving behind a damp, cool sensation.
The red-haired Angel curled into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut. At this moment, her halo seemed more like a little nightlight, adding to the mood between them.
"Lucky?" she whispered, her breath brushing against Xiao Huasheng's ear. "No, darling. This is talent."
Her palm slowly moved lower, her fingertips brushing faintly over Xiao Huasheng's thigh, as if testing her, or as if savoring her trembling.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Xiao Huasheng's heartbeat nearly burst through her chest. She was almost crying. Why did it always turn out like this?
"Don't be nervous." Slaanesh's avatar seemed to sense her intentions, yet merely narrowed her eyes in delight. "I only wanted to invite you... to my palace as a guest."
With a light flick of her fingertips, she freely admired the Angel's flawless white body.
"There, you can hear music even more wonderful than this and enjoy pleasure even more extreme... Even if you do not have that kind of organ, you can still feel that kind of pleasure." Her voice grew lower and lower, filled with temptation.
For once, Slaanesh even made a promise to someone else.
"Although making a stone grow that sort of thing is a little difficult, I will do my best. I promise."
In the end, Slaanesh did not even bother pretending anymore and directly began shamelessly teasing Xiao Huasheng.
"Could... could you not?" Xiao Huasheng spoke almost timidly as she looked at the great being before her, her bright eyes full of refusal.
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