"I am Slaanesh!!!"
A shrill, bone-chilling aria echoed through the entire corridor, causing even the Harlequin Avatar, a companion to this Harlequin, to flinch.
The name of the Dark Prince was spoken directly in the material universe, a blasphemous and obscene sound resonating beneath the veil of reality.
The Harlequin's body writhed with flesh, as if tentacles squirmed beneath her skin, and her entire voluptuous form further developed and swelled.
That was a Dark Jester.
Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Harlequin Avatar in the Harlequins' performance plays the Laughing God himself, an incarnation of the Laughing God.
The Dark Jester, however, plays the Dark Prince Slaanesh in the performance. Even Slaanesh daemons wouldn't dare to do such a thing.
This means the Dark Jester directly faces the erosion of Slaanesh's true form.
Although in this process, she directly gains power from Slaanesh's erosion, becoming an incarnation of Slaanesh, her spirit will also be constantly corrupted and eroded, eventually falling into complete madness. After death, her soul will certainly belong to Slaanesh herself.
Unless Cegorach tricks her soul back from Slaanesh, there will be no salvation.
The Dark Jester standing before Alexander was clearly on the verge of complete madness; the corruption she had suffered was so powerful that her strength had become terrifyingly formidable.
"The Laughing God's Harlequin Avatar, a nearly mad Dark Jester, and a Bonesinger hiding in the ship's hold unwilling to show himself?"
Alexander stood in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by the two Harlequins, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"Cegorach thinks this is enough to trap the two of us? At least let his true self emerge from the Black Library, right?"
"You are truly confident." The Harlequin Avatar bowed slightly to Alexander: "Your authority in the Warp truly frightens 'me,' but how much power have you squeezed into this mortal body in the material universe?"
"Just trapping you, the Dark Prince, and the Laughing God's Avatar, is still possible… wait, what did you mean by 'two people' just now?"
The Harlequin Avatar's expression stiffened slightly, as if he had noticed something…
Blazing flames tore through the darkness; the inextinguishable holy fire of the Emperor's Psyker power burned fiercely, striking directly into the Harlequin Avatar's chest.
Cegorach's Avatar was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the spirit-bone wall.
The Dark Jester let out a sharp shriek and lunged at the spot where the holy fire had just burned.
Guilliman, whose form was obscured by the Blind Spot Star, swung the Emperor's Sword in his hand with a speed that surpassed the Dark Jester's.
Star-like flames arced through the air, colliding with the two constantly writhing blades in the Dark Jester's hands, the clang of metal echoing continuously in the void.
But the firelight suddenly vanished, and Guilliman instantly circled behind the Dark Jester, his sharp blade slashing down heavily.
The Dark Jester stumbled, barely managing to roll and crawl to dissipate the force of Guilliman's heavy sword strike.
"I suddenly understand how Konrad Curze and Corax felt," Guilliman, whose form was not visible, sighed.
"What?!" The Harlequin Avatar let out a shriek of disbelief, looking towards the direction of the voice: "Roboute Guilliman?!"
His voice carried the exaggerated and comedic effect unique to a Harlequin,
But the surprise was genuine; he clearly didn't understand why Guilliman was here.
Cegorach seemed to have, in some way, briefly predicted Alexander's future, seeing that Alexander would enter this cargo ship alone.
But Cegorach did not discover that there was also a Guilliman, whose figure was hidden by the Blind Spot Star, beside Alexander.
To prevent the plan from failing due to Warp prying, Guilliman, in addition to wearing the Blind Spot Star, was also given unique protection by Sanguinius, Mephiston, and Tigurius, the two strongest Librarians of the Imperium of Man, to prevent him from being spied upon by Warp entities.
Including replacing Guilliman with Greater Daemon and sending Sanguinius away, all these were plans made to lure and trick Fulgrim.
Unexpectedly, Fulgrim hadn't taken the bait yet, but Cegorach had bitten first.
"Hold them both back as much as possible!"
The Harlequin Avatar shrieked orders to the Dark Jester and the Bonesinger hiding in the shadows:
"Even if it's a Primarch and the Human Death God—"
Before the Harlequin Avatar could finish his words, Guilliman's Emperor's Sword once again blazed with fierce fire.
Alexander also put on his Superpower Hat, and dozens of melta pistols floated around him at once.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Sylandri Shadowseer let out a sharp wail in Alexander's residence.
The Lockheart Scarab inside her was constantly stimulating her nerves, bringing her intense pain.
The Harlequins surrounding her moved quickly, unhesitatingly holding down her limbs to prevent Sylandri Shadowseer from being controlled by the Lockheart Scarab and attacking them.
"Don't be afraid, sister, we'll save you now!"
"Don't worry! The Human Death God has been trapped by Cegorach's trick!"
"Just bear with it a little longer, we'll be able to safely remove the Lockheart Scarab from your body soon!"
The Harlequins chattered around Sylandri Shadowseer.
Sylandri Shadowseer's face showed an expression of gratitude.
Cegorach really didn't give up on her!
Praise the Laughing God! So great! Laughing God!
"Really?" Sylandri Shadowseer's voice was full of hope.
"Of course it's true—huh?"
Before the Harlequins could finish their words, their expressions suddenly changed.
A scene flashed through their eyes, and Sylandri Shadowseer vaguely saw some ominous sights from it.
"Fake!"
"Cegorach messed up!"
"The Human Death God and Guilliman are beating the Avatar and the Dark Jester to a pulp!"
"Before they get killed, we need to run!"
"No time for safe methods! Plan B!"
The Harlequins surrounding Sylandri Shadowseer took away the safe removal instruments.
These instruments, though safe, were too slow to operate.
"What do you want to do?"
Sylandri Shadowseer's voice carried some fear; her Psyker powers made her aware of some danger:
"Actually, it's okay if you don't save me. You can run first."
"Don't say that, sister!"
"Harlequins never abandon any Aeldari!"
"We've even staked the Dark Jester and the Avatar; wouldn't it be a huge loss if we didn't save you?!"
The Harlequins chattered, making way.
A gaunt, pale Aeldari slowly walked in, a gentle smile on his lips, his fingers long and blade-like.
"Don't be afraid, kinsman, I will surely cure you," the gaunt Aeldari said with a smile.
Behind him grew a series of twisted, deformed limbs, as if from a dozen different races.
Sylandri Shadowseer's expression stiffened.
That was a Haemonculus, a Haemonculus from Commorragh!
"Don't come over!"
"I'm not running anymore! Don't come over! Cegorach, I curse your ancestors for eight generations!"
"Boss Alexander! Boss Alexander, come save me!!!"
A sharp wail erupted from Sylandri Shadowseer's mouth.
On the marble high platform of the Grand Parade, Alexander's consciousness resided within the Greater Daemon, disguised as Roboute Guilliman.
He hadn't expected that merely setting a trap could ensnare two big fish: Cegorach and Fulgrim.
Now, in the transport ship in orbit, Alexander's main body was beating up the Dark Jester and the Harlequin Avatar together with Guilliman.
It was indeed possible for the Laughing God and Slaanesh's Avatar to trap Alexander.
But to trap Alexander plus a Primarch… Alexander could only say that the Laughing God had finally become a true Harlequin.
Let alone the Laughing God and Slaanesh's Avatar, even Fulgrim, the daemon Prince of Slaanesh, facing Guilliman aided by Alexander's items, would likely be counter-killed.
At the same time, using the Lockheart Scarab, Alexander also knew that Harlequins were rescuing Sylandri Shadowseer.
He could also feel that Sylandri Shadowseer's current state was a bloody mess, and he could hear her wailing and begging Alexander to save her, saying she wouldn't run anymore.
But how could she not run!
Alexander had been waiting so long precisely for her to run, for her to be rescued by Cegorach and brought back to the Black Library!
If she didn't run, how would Agent Alexander find the Black Library?
She must run! And she must succeed in running!
It was for this reason that Alexander did not have Sanguinius rush back to assist.
He was even deliberately slowing his movements slightly, taking longer to deal with the Dark Jester and the Harlequin Avatar, to create an opportunity for Sylandri Shadowseer to escape.
Alexander silently prayed to the long-dead Aeldari chief god, Phoenix King Asuryan, hoping that His venerable self, in Slaanesh's belly, would bless the Dark Jester and the Harlequin Avatar to hold on a bit longer. Otherwise, Alexander's actions would seem too deliberate, and Cegorach would discover the problem.
After praying, Alexander slightly withdrew his thoughts and focused on the parade.
The entire parade had almost reached its climax, and the surrounding residents cheered hoarsely, with some physically weaker mortal women even fainting from cheering.
Every mortal, every soldier, every Astartes was filled with honor; they felt proud of themselves at this moment, hoping that such glory could continue eternally.
Such emotional fluctuations stirred ripples in the Empyrean.
Footsteps echoed on the marble platform.
The mortal governor of Magna Macragge, who had suggested Guilliman hold the parade, walked onto the platform.
He performed an extremely elaborate and elegant bow to the Greater Daemon disguised as Guilliman, the pure gold amulet on his chest gleaming under Macragge's scorching sun.
"My Lord! My Lord, full of honor, splendor, and brightness!"
The governor said with an exaggerated voice, holding up a golden, exquisite laurel wreath. The wreath was adorned with intricate and complex patterns, as if the most exquisite craftsmanship had carved upon it all the glorious scenes from ancient times to the present throughout the galaxy.
"We mortals only pray that you wear this crown of honor; only this crown can be worthy of all your honors!"