The news that a hole had been blasted in Slaanesh's stronghold sent ripples through all the forces of Chaos.
The last time something like this had happened, Nurgle had been the one everyone mocked.
Now even Nurgle could smile.
After all, the one who had burned his garden was the Black Sun on Terra in the Milky Way.
Slaanesh, on the other hand, had suffered a massive explosion in his own home at the hands of human creations.
His hatred of these Men of Iron nearly drove Slaanesh mad, but when he learned that even Khorne had once been helpless against them, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
His daemonic legions were clearly no match for the Blood God's brutal lunatics, and his authority was absurdly ineffective against machines without emotions or desires.
Once a machine's objectives had been set, it simply carried them out without any emotional fluctuations. Even Iax's own emotions were merely numerical simulations.
Their supposed joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure were nothing more than calculations and expressions suited to the circumstances, intended to help others better understand their states and intentions. Mechanical thought was filled with calculations and judgments. Choosing the approach with the highest probability of success to complete a task more efficiently was the defining trait of silicon-based intelligence.
This amusing incident in the Warp did more than make Slaanesh the laughingstock of the other three gods.
It also drew the attention of other beings in the Empyrean.
Cegorach, the Laughing God, who had survived by constantly wandering to evade Slaanesh's attacks, was positively delighted. An entirely new play was added to the Theatrical Troupe's repertoire.
The Harlequins would lead their Theatrical Troupe in performing this extraordinary tale.
Among the many Aeldari, the Harlequins' performances often held no real meaning. Indeed,