Compared to Ferrus, Fulgrim, who had transformed himself into a Warp creature, possessed far greater physical resistance.
However, weakened by the Blackstone anti-psykic matrix, Fulgrim's condition had deteriorated drastically, leaving him unable to withstand the lethal fluid in the dissolution pool.
Without the influence of Blackstone, Fulgrim could even have used the dissolving liquid as bathwater.
But now, under the violent corrosion of the liquid, Fulgrim let out screams that made everyone's scalp crawl.
In truth, many people misunderstood Slaaneshi daemons. They seemed utterly perverse, able to feel pleasure and excitement even while being tortured and abused.
But that was not because Slaaneshi daemons felt no pain. Rather, they possessed the ability to draw upon pain and transform it into pleasure and stimulation.
Once the Blackstone anti-psykic matrix suppressed the power of the Warp, Fulgrim's ability to make that conversion was immediately crippled.
It was like someone drowning in a dream suddenly having the mist before their eyes swept away, revealing a horrifying truth. Of course they would be terrified.
At that moment, he finally tasted heart-piercing agony once again.
If he had been the Phoenix Lord of old, no matter how cruel the torture, he would never have lost control so completely. But after wallowing in the Silver Palace of Six Circles for so long, Fulgrim's will had long since become as loose as sand, collapsing at the slightest touch.
Fulgrim's shrieks of pain and terror grew weaker and weaker, until they were completely drowned out by the sizzling sound of corrosion.
Ferrus's figure had long vanished, wholly merged with the churning liquid of death. Only the toxic bubbles that occasionally rose to the surface proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.
The entire laboratory fell into dead silence, broken only by the unnerving boiling and