Chapter 160: Counterfeit Goods Make Do
Inside the palace, lingering fragrance and eerie luminescence filled the air. The smooth floor was scattered with glittering fragments and treasures.
Fulgrim and Enkali nestled together, their auras transforming into wisps of psychic energy that painted the surrounding space with mesmerizing colors. Their fingers intertwined. Their words were low and sweet.
"Honey, you're amazing!"
"I know. You're amazing too!"
Their eyes met. An endless fire of desire burned within them.
Originally, Fulgrim had come here to offer ■■ a more enjoyable and exciting experience. But unexpectedly, ■■ had to leave due to unforeseen circumstances. After waiting for a considerable time, about two Terran hours, he could no longer contain himself and summoned Enkali.
It was like dry wood meeting raging fire. Just when the two were about to experience even greater pleasure...
Rumble!
A deafening explosion rang out in the distance. The massive shockwave shook the entire palace violently.
Fulgrim's face went pale. He looked down and saw there was no reaction at all!
"Damn it! Who did this? I'm going to kill them!"
He roared in fury, making a move to rush outside.
But an even bigger surprise was yet to come.
Bang! Rumble!
An even more violent explosion blew the palace gates open completely! Countless fragments of stone flew up, piercing through the bodies of daemons. They let out shrill screams.
"Aaaaaah!"
Fulgrim, who'd rushed toward the entrance, was blasted backward. Complete disaster. Dust filled the air. The shattered walls poured down like a torrential downpour.
A blinding beam of psychic energy erupted from the dust and mist, shooting straight into the palace's depths. It overturned a meticulously carved stone statue by the daemonette Selene.
Then he heard a very familiar voice.
"Boyz! Move it all! Every single brick is a treasure! Take all the knives and swords you see!"
Francis roared, constantly manipulating the Magnus on his shoulder to fire psychic beams. Each beam brought down buildings and the screams of daemons.
As Francis broke through the smoke and dust, he immediately spotted Fulgrim. He was momentarily stunned.
"What a coincidence! You're here too. Come on in. You're sick. I've come to take you home for treatment."
The ork boyz behind him all rushed in. The resident daemons surged forward at this moment, engaging the ork boyz in fierce combat.
Fulgrim stood there quietly, unclothed. The two of them faced each other like seasoned Western gunslingers. Any movement could determine the outcome. Everyone else was expected to make way for them.
"I am not sick! Slaanesh has given me endless pleasure! This is something the Imperium lacks! Only Chaos can rule the galaxy!"
Fulgrim laughed maniacally, waving his four arms and daemonic blades. He licked his lips greedily.
Dead silence. Utterly dead silence.
Just then, Magnus finally came to his senses and mumbled something in a daze.
"Where am I?"
Francis "...".
Seizing the moment, Fulgrim charged toward Francis like a purple streak. He wielded a curved blade that emitted an eerie radiance. The strange runes carved on the blade radiated intense fluctuations in energy.
"Huh? You still say you're not sick! You actually ambushed me! No martial ethics!"
Francis snorted and quickly switched the Magnus on his shoulder to firing mode.
Bang!
The psychic beam hurtled straight toward Fulgrim with lightning speed. The explosive psychic shockwave created a scorching wave that abruptly interrupted his attack trajectory. He was sent flying backward, his eyes filled with shock.
Is that Magnus? Is that a living Magnus on his shoulder?
Before he could process this, Francis roared, "This is a cure for a disease! I'll arrange a moxibustion therapy session for you first!"
Fulgrim stared in confusion.
In that brief moment of hesitation, Francis suddenly swung his hands. Psychic fire rained down like a storm, blasting the ground into countless craters. Flying debris sliced through the air like shrapnel.
Francis piloted Magnus as if Rambo possessed him.
Fulgrim ran. Francis chased. In the end, Fulgrim found himself trapped! But when he tried to retaliate, he couldn't even get close!
"If you're so capable, release Magnus! Let's have a one-on-one duel!" Fulgrim gritted his teeth and growled. His figure shifted again as he attempted to approach from the flank. He firmly believed he would not be inferior to any Primarch in single combat, not even Sanguinius!
"Okay! I promise you!"
As Francis lowered Magnus from his shoulder, Fulgrim immediately grinned cruelly. He didn't hear what the two were whispering about.
But the smile didn't last long!
Then Francis let out a tremendous roar: "Waaaaaaaaaagh!"
This was followed by tens of thousands of ork boyz roaring in unison.
"Waaaaaaaagh!"
Francis no longer concealed his aura. His body swelled to more than ten meters, revealing an aura unique to an Ork Warboss!
"If you defeat me, they will scatter."
His voice was like a booming bell. The entire palace shook violently.
Fulgrim "..."
He looked up and saw Francis towering like a small mountain. What was even more terrifying was the black whip in his massive hand.
Just then, a clicking sound was heard!
When Fulgrim looked down, he saw several blackstone manacles on his body. A strong sense of powerlessness surged through him. He turned his head and saw Magnus controlling more restraints to lock him down.
"You are so despicable!"
Fulgrim watched this scene in shock. They were saying one thing and doing another!
"Thank you for the compliment!"
Upon hearing this, Francis shyly scratched his head.
Fulgrim cursed violently. "****"
"f*********"
Before he could utter any more profanities, he felt a warm sensation coming from the top of his head. It was tingly and numb!
Then everything went black and he collapsed!
The two bound Fulgrim securely. Then they saw an ork boy hopping and skipping over.
He held an ancient longsword in his hand, a Cronesword and roared with great enthusiasm.
"Boss, look wot I found! It feels so tingly and numb to da touch!"
Francis stared in shock.
"Where did you find dis? Didn't anyone stop you?"
"I thought about it for a moment and found it. It seemed to 'ave been placed under a floorboard. I tripped over it because my toenail was long, so I knocked on da floorboard. Hehe~"
The ork boy scratched his head, trying to hide his swollen toes. But they were already as large as his feet and couldn't be concealed anymore.
At the same time, a phantom figure battling the Emperor seemed to sense something. It turned and rushed out.
Francis felt a chill run down his spine in the palace and immediately roared.
"Withdraw! Retreat immediately! Drop everything unimportant!"
Magnus wanted to say something. Before he could speak, Francis pulled him out.
The orks swarmed out. The maze, which was recovering its integrity, was trampled to pieces once again.
The moment they returned to the warship, an incredibly terrifying aura manifested above the labyrinth. A vast and bewitching phantom gradually took shape. A stunningly beautiful yet alluring face was reflected in the void, its gaze as venomous as a serpent's fixed on the Abyss's Roar.
"Leave the sword behind!"
With just one sentence, almost everyone on the warship was consumed by desire.
"It's about to attack! Full speed ahead!" Francis shouted, his voice filled with urgency and tension. Seeing the operator was unconscious, he sat down himself. His hands rushed across the control panel.
Shriek!
The warship suddenly accelerated. Its jump engines emitted a sharp hum. The entire hull was stretched to its limit.
But the terrifying psychic energy was about to corrupt the warship instantly. Only Magnus was still fighting desperately to resist, but it appeared he was about to succumb!
The warship was stuck in a quagmire.
Others began to exhibit varying degrees of flesh mutation, especially Salperdon, who sprouted eight octopus legs! Just as he was calling for Brother Gao Mao, he discovered the other wasn't even in the immaterium!
Francis stared in alarm.
It seemed they'd really gone too far this time.
What to do! What to do? What to do?
They were now in the enemy's core territory. What could he possibly do?
Francis's brain raced, spinning faster and faster, until finally, bang! He understood!
Francis held the Cronesword, facing the direction of the entity. Just as the enemy reached out, he forced a smile and said, "I'll show you a good treasure."
The next second!
He picked up four weapons at random, muttering to himself.
"These are five swords belonging to a Crone!"
"These are five swords belonging to a Crone!"
"These are five swords belonging to a Crone!"
Slaanesh "...".
Just as Slaanesh made another move, the four weapons began to glow faintly.
Francis's eyes lit up instantly. He roared wildly, "Rise! My Eldar Grim Reaper!"
Space twisted as if being torn apart. A deep purple rift slowly opened. From it, a slender figure stepped forth.
The Eldar's Death God, Ynnead, appeared. Her figure was elegant. Her armor gleamed faintly. The scythe in her hand emanated a chilling, terrifying psychic aura.
But her aura was clearly not as strong as rumored, like an arrow with a broken bowstring, its power weakened to only one-fifth. Even her size was only one-fifth of what it should be, making Death look like a dwarf before him.
Even the usually dignified Grim Reaper showed a hint of confusion in her eyes upon seeing this scene.
"What's going on?" Ynnead demanded.
"Sorry! I'm using a knockoff version. Please make do for now."
Francis scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Ynnead "...".
But the meaning of His existence was to eliminate Slaanesh. Then, without fear, Ynnead swung down the psychic blade. A dazzling light tore through the void, slashing directly toward the opponent.
Click~
The psychic blade struck the opponent's knee and snapped in two.
Slaanesh said "..."
Ynnead "...".
When he mechanically turned to look at the summoner, He saw the space was empty.
Confusion, anger, annoyance, shame, shock, all these emotions flooded His mind. Ynnead felt like his head was about to explode.
He roared in fury, "You bastard!"
[End of Chapter]
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