Chapter 95
The two moons together bathed the entire garden world in an eerie purplish-red hue.
The sky seemed to have been ripped open with a festering wound, and moonlight poured down, making every petal and every inch of land shimmer with a sickly luster.
The air was filled with a sweet, rotten smell, mixed with the rusty stench of blood.
"Waaaagh!"
"Damn greenskin!"
But this mesmerizing scene didn't last long before it was interrupted by bursts of cheers.
The Orks roared as they charged into the horde of Slaanesh demons, their muscles bulging, their fangs menacing, their rough green skin smeared with battle markings and bloodstains.
Machetes swung, chainsaws roared, and savage violence tore those alluring demons apart.
Slender limbs were torn off by brute force, and pearly skin burst under the Orks's iron fist, splattering out fluorescent, shimmering pus and blood.
A demon's head was smashed, and what gushed from the skull was not brain matter, but iridescent honeydew. The Orks just laughed wildly and stomped on the still-moving head.
Among them was a skilled mechanic who drove a very powerful motorcycle, complete with an aura of glory, through the Slaanesh horde.
Nothing could stop its progress; even if the driver sputtered, it would quickly be replaced by another green-skinned vehicle.
Without a doubt, this halo-adorned vehicle has become the Orks' favorite vehicle.
No one knows who built it; perhaps the Orks is long dead, but this motorcycle is still relentlessly crushing the Slaanesh demons.
Aside from joy, the Orks had no other emotions.
Explosions, bullets, and the cloying smell of gunpowder in the air—all combined to make one want to vomit.
Even so, Slaanesh's domain will not yield to violence.
The fallen demon corpses melted like wax, then reformed on the ground, taking on new, more Distortion forms.
Vines-like tendrils emerged from the ground, wrapping around the Orks' ankles, mocking their anger and brute force.
Some of the Orks suddenly froze, their eyeballs bursting open, and tiny, writhing, serpentine creatures emerged from their empty eye sockets, while their mouths stretched uncontrollably, emitting maniacal laughter.
In the center of the battlefield, the great demon Slaanesh was still singing.
It sits atop an altar made of bones and strange silk, its six long arms undulating like waves, the musical notes flowing from its fingertips materializing into shimmering threads that entwine the souls of every living being.
Its singing is not shrill and high-pitched, but rather a deep, almost whispering seduction that makes the listener's blood tremble and their bones burn.
The roars of some Orks gradually became hoarse, and some even dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, their muscles spasming, and strange patterns emerging under their skin.
Unconsciously, they began to sway to the song, dancing wildly like marionettes.
But with the rise of more Green Tide, such singing is ultimately limited.
The orcs' innate Psychic Power protection can resist most of this contamination, and those orcs who have been bewitched are already severely injured.
And so, the Orks continued to advance toward the center of the stage, which had turned into a terrifying carnival.
The cheerful greens were delighted to have met such an opponent.
The Slaanesh also felt pleasure in death.
At the feet of the Great Demon, the battlefield had become an absurd feast.
The corpses of Orks and demons lay intertwined, some still twitching, others manipulated by some unseen force, copulating, tearing, and merging in bizarre ways.
Blood pooled on the ground, forming a winding stream that reflected the blood moon and madness.
The Great Demon's song grew higher and higher, sweeter and sweeter, until the entire battlefield became its instrument.
The Orks' roars became the drumbeats, the cracking of bones became the rhythm, and the writhing of flesh was the perfect harmony.
The great demon sang with abandon.
The moonlight grew even brighter, as if the whole world was melting away in the song.
But everything suddenly came to an abrupt end.
The Great Demon shook his head and bowed slightly in the direction of the Silent Orchestra.
"Sorry, sir, I've gone over time."
This was the great demon's birthday, and also its home turf, but it still forcibly stopped.
Let's give the stage to the Silent Orchestra.
"No problem, very good music." The Silent Orchestra gave it high praise after listening to it.
He appeared on the grand stage in a flash, ready to conduct a piece.
Seeing this, S-Sis gently clapped for it.
"The main performance is about to begin," she said with a soft smile.
The other invited Slaanesh archdemons, or Slaanesh princes, all looked curiously at the Silent Orchestra.
What kind of music could elicit such praise from the Lord of Pleasure?
Soon, the conductor's baton in the hands of the Silent Orchestra began to sway slowly.
"Distinguished guests, a breathtaking musical performance is about to unfold on this beautiful and elegant battlefield! Please listen to this song, dedicated exclusively to you!"
The Orks Slaanesh demons all turned their gazes toward the central stage.
Nobody knows what it's thinking.
On the masks of the Silent Orchestra, there is only that strange smile drawn with unknown strokes.
"Supervisor, we have a new 'Abnormality' blind box."
"Let me see."
Xiao Huasheng had already hidden himself in his personal warehouse during the chaotic battle.
There are too many Orks and Slaanesh demons waiting to die; it's time to gather up the Abnormality.
On the other hand, Xiao Huasheng was starting to think that she was going to use this place as a venue for all sorts of Abnormality to obtain their own forms.
After all, this is the place where people die frequently, people die non-stop.
This made it easy for her to identify the Abnormality.
[Anger: 0%]
[Sadness: 0%]
[Happiness: 100%]
[Fear: 0%]
Risk level: Moderate
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Xiao Huasheng's eyes twitched immediately upon seeing this entry.
The last truly hilarious Abnormality was the emergence of the Silent Orchestra, a completely 100% pure Abnormality...
Is it 100% pure ice?
"As I told you before, Boss, having too much fun isn't a good thing," Angela said with a slight smile.
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"Let me guess what's in this box," Xiao Huasheng declared with a smile before the blind box event.
Angela stroked her chin and replied, "I think it should be 'Melting Love' or 'Thorny Bus'? Both of them are related to joy."
"But if we're talking about 100% fun, I think it's very likely to be Thorny Bus," Xiao Huasheng said, stroking his chin.
Regardless of what kind of Abnormality was, neither of them felt it was a particularly dangerous species.
So, Xiao Huasheng confidently opened the blind box.
The moment they emerged, they were utterly astonished.
The two looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Is this correct...?"
"Maybe it really is quite fun? Maybe?" Angela said tentatively.
This result was completely beyond their expectations.
Number: O-04-72 Puncture Paradise
[Don't look anywhere else, keep your eyes on it and keep it within your line of sight.]
Hazard level: WAW
Description: Puncture Paradise (O-04-72) is shaped like a red tree. It has a stem extending from the ground and two wing-like branches. Its main body is red, with a huge red eyeball in the center and some smaller eyeballs on other parts.
It can tolerate being looked away for just a moment, but if you make it feel that your attention is no longer on it, it will grow wings and send everyone to Piercing Bliss, to paradise.
It's actually Puncture Paradise?
Xiao Huasheng and Angela were both completely astonished.
In an instant, both of them were completely bewildered.
Angela had an idea. "How about we sneak it out? While the Silent Orchestra performing, everyone's attention will be on them."
Faced with Angela's utterly wicked idea, and glancing at the fact that there was no one around, he realized that Angela's idea was completely wicked.
Xiao Huasheng nodded as well.
The moonlight was dim, and the blood was as dark as lacquer.
The ballad of sorrow has begun.
A thick, viscous darkness descended upon the stage.
The members of the Silent Orchestra stood on the Distortion stage, the singers singing with all their might, perfect melodies flowing from their mouths.
Below the stage, both the Slaanesh and the prince Slaanesh covered their heads and burst into maniacal laughter.
"It hurts!"
"Why, why is it so painful?!"
"Perfect, perfect music... but why has the joy vanished from my soul?!"
They screamed, laughed, and cried out, as the blessings of the Lord of Joy were forcibly stripped from their bodies at that moment.
As S-Sis watched this scene, she too was experiencing extreme pain in this avatar, and without a trace of joy, she clapped.
"Marvelous..."
It strips any living being of all pleasure, leaving only that extreme pain.
In Slaanesh, pleasure is usually accompanied by pain, but the Silent Orchestra now strips away that pleasure, breaking it down into nothingness on the spot.
It has eerily transformed this place into an ocean of suffering.
As he watched the audience's reaction, the conductor of the Silent Orchestra continued to wave his baton with satisfaction, and a terrifying and Distortion sound of pain came from the mouth of the second singer.
The crimson moonlight, like congealed pus, enveloped the battlefield, and the songs of the Silent Orchestra solidified into tangible pain in the air.
Each note was like a rusty blade, slowly scraping at the souls of all the listeners.
As the music progressed, the pure pain became increasingly vivid.
The alluring bodies of the Slaanesh demons are crumbling. Countless cracks are appearing on their skin, and their iridescent blood has dried up before it can even seep out.
This destructive power is far more terrifying than the previous Slaanesh's singing.
"Aaaaaaah!!"
"Aaaaaaah!"
"Aaaaaah!"
Simultaneous screams came from all directions, and both Orks and Slaanesh demons looked towards the center of the stage.