Duanmu Huai had a dream. Before him stood a resplendent palace.
Soft, comfortable carpets lay underfoot, while nearby incense burners released intoxicating fragrance. From somewhere came the faint, indistinct sound of luxurious music. When he looked up, he saw several graceful figures surrounding him.
"Honored Knight…"
A woman approached Duanmu Huai, her breath warm and sweet. He recognized her—it was one of the Battle Sisters from the Rock Monastery he had met before. But this time, she wasn't wearing her usual habit. Instead, she wore a transparent gauze veil, through which the flickering candlelight outlined her alluring curves. And she wasn't alone—several other nuns were lazily draped over him, their cheeks flushed, eyes moist, pale arms moving like serpents as they slid across his armor.
"You… are our god…"
"We… are willing to offer you… everything…"
The nuns whispered as they leaned in. The lead nun reached out and removed the helmet from Duanmu Huai's head, and then—
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
In the next instant, with terrified screams, the nuns frantically stumbled backward. The surrounding candle flames went out, and the music vanished.
Everything sank back into darkness.
"…"
Duanmu Huai opened his eyes, his expression dark.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Sitting at the table, reading by candlelight, Olgis tilted her head curiously as she asked—being a doll, she clearly didn't need to rest.
"It's nothing…"
Grinding his teeth, Duanmu Huai answered and shut his eyes again.
This time, he dreamed nothing and slept straight until morning.
However, barely after he woke, he was summoned to the command post.
Inside, the Battle Sisters wore grim expressions.
"Last night, our sisters fell into a shadowy, depraved dream. We have reason to believe it was the work of the God of Desire. Not only that—this morning, we found one of our sisters missing. She was a high-ranking psychic seer. It's highly likely she has fallen deep into the god's trap, so we want to find her quickly and bring her back."
"Do you know where she might have been taken?"
"The residence of Count Hardel in the noble district. It's likely the God of Desire intends to carry out some kind of evil ritual and lured our sister for that purpose. We must act at once…"
"Hm…"
General Paster hesitated at their request. After all, they had just reclaimed the docks and the bridge, and removed the Skaven threat. His plan had been to wait for supplies and reinforcements to arrive via the river, strengthen the bridge defenses, and only then consider further operations.
"I'll go."
Seeing Paster's indecision, Duanmu Huai spoke up.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
Right now, Duanmu Huai's face was filled with murderous intent. He had a pretty good guess as to what last night's dream meant, but…
The hell do you mean by running off halfway through?
Is my face really that scary? So scary you didn't even dare try to tempt me?
And you call yourself the God of Desire?! What, I'm not good enough for you? I gave you a chance and you wasted it? Today I'm going to smash you until flowers bloom all over your face, and you'll learn exactly why they're red!
Burning with rage, Duanmu Huai led his squad to follow the Battle Sisters toward the noble district.
"Why do I feel like the Knight is in a really bad mood today…"
Watching Duanmu Huai's murderous stride, Lorena whispered nervously to Melty. Though his looks were fierce, he usually behaved kindly enough that, after getting used to him, the girls no longer feared him. In fact, with familiarity, he even seemed kind of endearing—like a bear at the zoo: scary in theory, but you knew it wouldn't actually hurt you… Of course, this was absolutely something Duanmu Huai must never hear.
But today, his terrifying demeanor made it look like he was going out to murder someone… Well, they actually were going to kill people…
Ahem, no—according to the Church, this was called redemption and purification. Very different things entirely.
Led by the Battle Sisters, they soon reached the count's estate in the noble district. It was a grand mansion, though its outer walls were damaged. The interior was relatively intact. In the front courtyard stood a circular pool, and the surrounding walls were stained with chaotic corruption. A faint pink mist drifted around the estate, bathing it in a murky rose-colored glow.
Somehow, seeing this, a familiar voice popped into Duanmu Huai's mind.
"Illegal underground clubs persist despite repeated crackdowns—under dim lights, their poses seductive. A reporter's hidden investigation reveals the truth behind the scene…"
Could he call the cops right now?
Oh, wait—he was the Inquisitor!
Kick down the door! Purge the filth!
Before the Battle Sisters could even give the signal, Duanmu Huai kicked the front door open and stormed in with his Thunder Hammer.
"Huhuhuhu…"
The moment he stepped into the hall, he heard soft, seductive laughter. Looking up, he saw two gorgeously beautiful women in revealing outfits standing at either side of the main door, like welcoming hostesses. They smiled at the newcomers, their eyes gleaming with promise.
Even the Battle Sisters flushed slightly upon seeing them.
"Well, what a surprise to have so many guests. Tell me—would you like to join us in savoring the true essence of pleasure?"
One woman extended her hand invitingly. Duanmu Huai's response was a barked roar.
"Shut up!"
With his glare locked on her, the woman's face instantly went pale.
[You used Intimidate on Lust Demon]
[Lust Demon attempts to resist Intimidate]
[Lust Demon fails to resist]
[Lust Demon is now in Fear state]
"Ahhhhhh!!"
With a shriek, the beautiful figures melted away in the smoke, revealing their true forms—pale-skinned monsters with hands twisted into crab-like pincers. They clutched at their faces in terror, as if they had seen something indescribably horrifying.
Die!!
Fury surging, Duanmu Huai charged forward. His blazing Thunder Hammer swept sideways, smashing into their waists and sending them flying like baseballs. They crashed into the massive doors behind them, blowing them off their hinges, and with pitiful screams, dissolved into purple light, vanishing back into their demonic realm.
As the doors flew open, the scene inside was revealed—a large dining hall, with tables laden with all kinds of fine food and drink. Dozens of extravagantly dressed, scantily clad men and women sat within. But when they saw Duanmu Huai stride in, their faces twisted, and in a puff of smoke, they too revealed themselves as hideous demons.
"Well, I didn't expect you to attend our banquet, dogs of Sigmar."
From the far end of the table, a winged, tailed woman rose. Beside her stood a nearly naked woman in something like a bikini, staring blankly ahead like a puppet.
"Your plot ends here, demon!"
A Battle Sister with twin warhammers strode forward, pointing at the winged succubus.
"I will stop your vile, filthy ritual and take back our sister!"
"You truly don't understand the real meaning of beauty and pleasure."
The succubus stroked the chin of the dazed woman beside her like petting a dog, smiling in provocation.
"Savage, crude, ugly… vicious… You are unworthy to behold my master's glory…"
"We want nothing to do with disgusting fools like you."
Duanmu Huai cut her off coldly. He noticed how, when the succubus said the last word, she deliberately glanced at him.
Pah, as if you're some great beauty yourself!
"You're just like your twisted, perverted, sickening master. Only you lot could possibly think this is beauty."
"…You dare speak so to my master…"
"If that sissy freak were here, I'd cut off its head and shove it straight up its own ass! Only the most revolting trash like you would kneel before such a degenerate!"
"Very well."
The succubus's face twisted in fury.
"I'll make you feel the true meaning of pain and despair!"
"Before that, I'll smash your head in!!"
With a roar, Duanmu Huai charged, Thunder Hammer raised high, straight at the succubus.
(End of chapter)