Alexander gripped the Speed-up Clockwork tightly and twisted it fiercely on Sanguinius' back. Then, the Adaptation Lamp swept over his body, the Portable Pyramid was clasped in his golden hair, the Rebound Cloak was stuffed into his hand, and the High-Efficiency Pill was swallowed in one gulp.
Meanwhile, Alexander held the Mad Clock in one hand and the Mechanizer in the other, staring intently at Dark Jester, who had been impaled and thrown into the air by Sanguinius' spear.
Dark Jester's chest and abdomen were directly pierced by the Spear of Accomplishment, and viscous fluid continuously gushed from the wound, sealing it in the blink of an eye.
But from the wound as the center, cracks were slowly spreading all over her body.
Dark Jester's flesh had been subjected to Slaanesh's corruption and blessings for countless years, and she had already been able to contain a tiny bit of Slaanesh's power.
However, in order to subdue Roboute Guilliman, Slaanesh had injected too much power into this mortal body, even squeezing in a part of his own will, pushing the body to the brink of collapse. In a maximum of a few minutes, this body would vanish into thin air.
But before that, Dark Jester was Slaanesh's Harlequin Avatar walking among men.
She extended her forked tongue, lightly licked her lips, and looked at Sanguinius with intense desire.
"I envy you so much, two Primarchs. And it includes the most beautiful and excellent one."
"Are you really not going to be my lover? My bed is wide enough to accommodate you, me, Fulgrim, Sanguinius, and Guilliman."
Alexander's eyes twitched slightly, and he quickly shook his head: "My sexual orientation is relatively narrow, limited to human females."
Hearing this, Dark Jester paused slightly, looking at Alexander with a hint of resentment.
"That would mean a lot fewer ways to play. Your preference is really strange."
"But I respect your sexual preference. I can turn myself and them all into females, and even you yourself can."
Dark Jester let out an obscene laugh, seemingly already fantasizing about future pleasures.
Alexander's expression twitched a little, and Sanguinius also found it hard to maintain his composure.
Dark Jester stopped her laughter and shrugged helplessly.
"Alright, it seems you're not very willing."
Her figure suddenly transformed into a faint purple shadow, cutting a zigzag line in mid-air, bypassing Sanguinius and striking at Alexander.
But Sanguinius was equally fast.
The Speed-up Clockwork increased his speed of action, the High-Efficiency Pill enhanced his efficiency in doing everything, and the Portable Pyramid directly stimulated his body's potential.
His pure white wings, burning with fierce flames, spread completely, magnificent and terrifying. A pale green light flashed across them, as the Portable Pyramid stimulated the potential of Sanguinius' wings.
The ensuing impact created a concave, hemispherical space around Sanguinius, centered on him, instantly interrupting Dark Jester's attack.
His face bore a terrifying fury. To fight against Dark Jester, who was equivalent to Slaanesh's Harlequin Avatar, Sanguinius chose to unleash all the anger within his body.
The Spear of Accomplishment pierced out at high speed, like a meteor of heavenly fire in deep space, its speed almost exceeding the physical limits allowed by the laws of physics.
Sanguinius then leaped into the air, his pure silver feathers crackling in the fierce flames, as the Teardrop Spear pressed down on Dark Jester from above.
Dark Jester admired this beautiful posture. Two Harlequin Blades appeared in her hands at some point, and her extended tongue also held one.
She stood on one foot, her body spinning, and in an instant, the three blades in her hands transformed into an enchanting sword dance, as if the most skilled dancer in an ancient desert city was performing.
But this dance was exceptionally deadly.
If it came to killing, Khorne's skill was the most superb, but if it came to pure swordsmanship, Slaanesh was the master of this path.
The two Harlequin Blades in her hands blocked Sanguinius' spear.
And the Harlequin Blade wrapped by her tongue seized the opportunity, stabbing towards Sanguinius' neck.
A purple shimmer flickered on that blade, and as it flowed, one could almost hear six hundred and sixty thousand souls groaning and wailing upon it.
Although the physical body had a limit to the power it could bear, Slaanesh could still infuse some of his power into weapons to corrupt and erode Sanguinius.
However, Sanguinius' speed completely exceeded Dark Jester's expectations. His body moved slightly, and the scarlet cloak in his hand swept across the blade wrapped by Dark Jester's tongue—
The blade deflected, sweeping aside, and a purple stream of light roared out from the blade, vertically sweeping across the entire cargo ship.
The wailing of metal followed, electric sparks shot out from the gap cut by the blade, and the air inside the cabin rushed out through the fissure.
A sharp, piercing friction sound echoed, and the crack cut by the blade rapidly expanded to more than half a meter wide. The entire cargo ship was forcibly cut into two halves, and air continuously gushed out from it.
All the substances that sustain human life were pouring out, and the cold, dark vacuum was pouring in.
However, Alexander and Sanguinius had already been exposed to the Adaptation Lamp, so even a vacuum environment would not affect them in any way.
"He has enhanced you," Dark Jester said, licking her lips. "You are faster than before."
"But I can sense that you still bear the scars from ten thousand years ago, the scars Horus left on you, and my power is within them."
Sanguinius let out a muffled groan. The scar left by Horus on his chest suddenly burst forth with Slaanesh's purple-gold light.
It only appeared for a moment before Sanguinius suppressed it, but the resulting brief pause allowed Dark Jester to seize Sanguinius' weakness.
Her body became an afterimage, and her exposed slender foot fiercely kicked Sanguinius' chest, but at the last moment before contact, it transformed into a sharp crab claw, about to crush Sanguinius' golden armor.
But suddenly, her movements slowed down.
Not just her, but the flow of time for the entire ship seemed to slow down.
Sanguinius, Dark Jester, Guilliman who was wrestling with Slaanesh's toxins, the Harlequin Avatar that kept doing somersaults, the air rushing out through the cracks, the spraying electric sparks—everything became very, very slow.
[Item Name: Mad Clock]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 261.M3]
[Function: A pocket watch capable of adjusting the flow of time nearby. When the pointer on the dial is set to S, time can be accelerated up to 600 times. When set to C, time can be slowed down up to 60,000 times. Only the person holding the pocket watch will not be affected. The higher the magnification, the greater the battery consumption.]
[Value: 330,000,000]
Alexander pressed the Mad Clock in his hand, and everything around him, except for himself, became extremely slow.
The Mad Clock directly slowed down the flow of time by sixty thousand times. Even sound, at such a speed, could only travel a few millimeters per second.
Both Dark Jester and Sanguinius' speeds were beyond the scope of even humans and Eldar, but under the sixty thousand-fold time deceleration, both became sluggish, able to move only a few centimeters per second.
Alexander quickly seized this opportunity to also wind himself with the Speed-up Clockwork. Still not at ease, he quickly pulled out a bottle of crimson potion from his pocket and sprinkled it on himself.
It was a good thing Macragge was wealthy, otherwise, so many items would have completely drained Alexander, who had just left Baal.
Relying on the speed provided by the Speed-up Clockwork, Alexander instantly arrived beside Dark Jester, reaching out to try and grab her.
A blade suddenly cut through the air, and blood gushed from Alexander's neck.
Dark Jester's body, suspended in mid-air, suddenly twisted her head, a gentle smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, and the blade in her hand, seemingly unaffected by the Mad Clock, cut towards Alexander's throat.
At the same time, the cracks on her body suddenly multiplied, as if she was about to collapse.
"Slowing down time, is this some creation from humanity's Golden Age?"
Dark Jester, her face covered in cracks, smiled and looked at Alexander, asking:
"Unfortunately, my ability to provide pleasure can transcend the limitations of time and matter."
Slaanesh had clearly invested more power, almost pushing this body to the limit before its destruction, forcibly breaking through the time slowed by the Mad Clock.
Alexander, his vocal cords severed, could only let out a faint whisper, a powerful surge of pleasure assaulting his nerves.
"Accept me, and I can heal your matter—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the Teardrop Spear once again cut through the air, piercing through Dark Jester's body, which was suspended in mid-air, from the diagonal rear.
Blue specks of light, full of hollow death, mixed with golden flames, continuously poured into Dark Jester's body.
Dark Jester immediately let out a sharp wail. Pure pain, pain without any pleasure, was burning her consciousness.
The Mad Clock in Alexander's left hand silently brushed past Sanguinius' body, and the wound on his throat healed instantly. The intense pleasure also faded away.
If one looked closely, one could also notice Alexander's skin faintly tinged with red, as if he had bathed in blood.
[Item Name: Siegfried's Potion]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 271.M3]
[Function: An item created based on the legend of the hero Siegfried, who bathed in dragon blood and became immortal. After bathing in the blood-like medicine in the bottle, one will gain immortality for thirty minutes, with only a small, leaf-shaped vital point on the back.]
[Value: 89,900,000]
As a Warp deity, Slaanesh being able to escape the effects of time to some extent did not surprise Alexander.
Therefore, he vigilantly poured Siegfried's Potion, which grants thirty minutes of immortality, over himself.
As long as the leaf-shaped vital point on his back was not hit, Alexander would be absolutely immortal.
Dark Jester's body was pierced by Sanguinius' Spear of Accomplishment, and golden and blue intertwined flames continuously gushed from within her body.
She let out a roar mixed with pain and furious humiliation, staring intently at Alexander.
Not just her, but in the Warp, Slaanesh also let out a reluctant growl.
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more. If only a little more power could be injected into this body,
He twisted his body, trying to squeeze into this body that had already reached its limit.
But just then, Slaanesh suddenly noticed a bright, scorching sunlight appearing behind him.
That sunlight almost illuminated the entire Warp near Macragge, and countless daemons let out wails and screams of terror.
"Slaanesh." A majestic voice, as if composed of billions of human voices, resounded.
At that moment, dawn broke in the Warp.
The Warp was filled with brilliant light, its scorching radiance incinerating everything in the Warp near Macragge. The tides within the Empyrean evaporated in an instant.
The malevolent entities that had been spying on Macragge let out terrified screams.
Abaddon watched as the wizard he had recently recruited to replace Zaraphiston suddenly began to wail. Golden, scorching flames erupted from his eyes, and he dissipated into ash on the Vengeful Spirit. Instantly, the daemons on the ship cowered in terror.
Inside the towering, pyramid-like voidship, Magnus, who had been muttering strange sorcery, trembled. The scorching golden figure was reflected in his single eye. As his terrified scream echoed, the scarabs formed from his spoken words began to burn.
On the plague Planet, Mortarion's wings shed scales as he trembled. He cowered like a small boy caught doing something wrong, only daring to show a little courage when he realized the scorching figure had not turned its gaze upon him.
Fulgrim was utterly terrified. He was already severely wounded, and even a tiny spark could lead to his complete death. In fact, if Slaanesh wasn't protecting him in her palm at that moment, he would have already been annihilated.
In an instant, the Empyrean near Macragge, and indeed the entirety of Ultramar, were swept clean. No one dared to cast their gaze there, apart from three other supreme entities.
Aside from the hazy and bewildered blue, round figure, the golden angel repeating the moment before its death, and the self-contradictory blue-gold vortex,
only Slaanesh and what was behind him remained in this part of the Empyrean.
Slaanesh stiffly turned his head.
A scorching, icy, intense, hollow, golden, dark sun hung behind him, filling the entire Warp sky and completely obscuring the domains of the Four Gods.
Within that sun, a figure emerged—a shriveled corpse sitting alone on the Golden Throne, permeated with the aura of death, as if its fated end was imminent.
But then, the desiccated corpse suddenly moved.
His hands rested on the armrests of the throne, seemingly pushing himself up.
Instantly, billions of holy bells on a million Imperial planets simultaneously chimed thirteen sacred tolls.
What followed was an earthquake in the Warp; everything was twisted, everything collapsed, everything was annihilated.
The Warp is not a materialistic world; in this reflection of emotion, will is everything, and everything is will.
And now, a grand and immense will suddenly transcended the entire Warp, beginning to reshape this Empyrean.
On Terra, before the Golden Throne, the Custodes guarding the throne let out incredulous roars.
They saw scorching flames burning on the figure on the throne. A majestic man wearing golden armor, a jeweled laurel wreath, and long brown hair was superimposed over the Emperor's corpse.
"You are too presumptuous!"
A grand voice resonated from both the real and Warp dimensions.
In Slaanesh's eyes, the desiccated corpse within the sun transformed into a golden giant that incinerated all things, raising a longsword forged from tens of millions of scorching stars, looking down at him from above.
He was terrified and at a loss.
He could feel that the desiccated corpse's condition was better than ever before.
For ten thousand years, humanity's prayers, souls, and self-destructive tendencies had weighed upon the desiccated corpse. He had also absorbed too much of the domain of erosion and destruction, standing on the verge of ascension.
Why had his condition suddenly improved? Had much of the excessive domain of erosion and destruction he had absorbed been released? Although still on the brink of ascension, his state was far better than before?!
And why would he help Alexander, even though they were both competitors in the domain of erosion and destruction?!
Alexander had clearly corrupted and eroded two of his sons! Slaanesh had only corrupted one!
Why would the two of them get involved?! Didn't Alexander say he only liked human women?!
Could it be...
Slaanesh, bewildered and lost, searched for information in the tides of the Warp.
But she only found that a long period of history around the third millennium of humanity had vanished from the Warp, scorched by golden flames.
And content related to Alexander was covered by a series of intricate, overlapping afterimages.
He found nothing.
The desiccated corpse on the Golden Throne gently leaned forward. Flesh began to regenerate on his body, and the tremors in the Warp grew more intense, as if something new was about to be born.
The burning golden giant in the sun looked down at Slaanesh. He said nothing, but the meaning was clear.
If you don't leave, I'm going to stand up!
"No!!!" Slaanesh let out a terrified shriek.
He hastily retreated towards his chambers, only to see the longsword, composed of billions of stars, in the giant's hand, falling from the Empyrean.
The longsword, gripped tightly by both hands, heavily pierced one side of Slaanesh's Six Rings. Heavily burning flames began to incinerate Slaanesh's garden of excess.
Meanwhile, the other three entities observing this moment let out low chuckles.
Millions of shattered crystals, roaring whirlwinds, and constantly shifting mirrors began to appear at the edge of Slaanesh's domain. Accompanied by the cawing of birds, Tzeentch's daemon legions began their invasion.
Then came Khorne's daemon legions, roaring with fury. Steel Bulls trampled the pleasure-seekers' cages, and places of enjoyment crumbled under the Blood God's roar. He also seized the opportunity to invade Slaanesh's domain.
Following them was Nurgle, the Nurgle. His daemon legions did not directly appear in Slaanesh's domain, but Slaanesh's daemons, even Greater daemons, began to contract sexually transmitted diseases. Nurgle daemons born from STDs like syphilis and AIDS emerged from the bodies of Slaanesh's daemons.
Such is the Warp; if one God shows cowardice, the others will attack en masse.
Shalaxi Helbane, Slaanesh's Chief Greater Daemon, tried to resist the invasion from all sides.
However, the burning golden giant suddenly threw a burning chess piece from his hand.
It was a broken Iron General.
The chess piece landed in Slaanesh's garden, before Shalaxi Helbane, transforming into a towering giant with a silver arm, wielding a warhammer, and burning with dark red flames.
This giant had no skull, but Shalaxi Helbane could feel the hatred surging from him.
Especially when the warhammer struck her directly in the face.
Slaanesh roared in anger, hastily flying towards his chambers.
However, at this moment, at the very end, he felt a part of himself being plundered, drawn away, swallowed by something.
He turned his head in anger, only to see the "Unicorn," which had squeezed into some of his power, being grabbed by Alexander and stuffed into the pocket on his belly.
Slaanesh laughed in anger.
"Good!"
"Then consider it my first gift!"
"You will eventually understand! A desiccated corpse is not a good partner!"
He even tugged at his body, throwing more power towards the Unicorn that Alexander was stuffing into the four-dimensional pocket.
This was his gift; generosity has always been a virtue of pleasure-seekers.
Moreover, though she hadn't been able to see much of Alexander's past clearly just now,
she had vaguely seen herself standing on Alexander's side in the future.
Slaanesh returned to his chambers, to the bed made of purple velvet. His power began to re-cover the occupied areas.
Tzeentch's mirrors no longer shifted, but instead reflected beautiful faces. Slaanesh's daemons poured out from them, clashing with Tzeentch's daemon legions.
The Blood God's iron cavalry, filled with honor from conquest, suddenly began to become hermaphroditic, and started to slaughter each other.
New trends began to appear in the Six Rings and in reality. People started to flaunt diseases like syphilis as a trend full of lust. Consequently, the AIDS, syphilis, and other Nurgle daemons in the Warp were corrupted by Slaanesh.
Only the golden giant was the smoothest. He grabbed the headless steel giant from Slaanesh's Six Rings, turned it back into a broken Iron General, and disappeared on the border of Slaanesh's domain.
His arm, which had been propping up the Golden Throne, slowly lowered. He leaned back against the chair, settling back into his seat.
The other three Gods and Slaanesh, meanwhile, began a new round of slaughter and games over the encroached domains.
In the past, the other three Gods were not allies; they constantly waged war, ambushed, and betrayed each other.
Today's Warp is still so vibrant, with all things competing.
The only two changes that occurred were probably Fulgrim being severely wounded and dragged into Slaanesh's chambers for healing. It's likely he won't be able to re-enter the Warp and the real universe for a long time.
Secondly, Shalaxi Helbane. She was knocked unconscious by a warhammer from the Iron General thrown by the Emperor right when the invasion began, and did not participate in the battle at all. This further enraged Slaanesh, and Shalaxi Helbane, who had just regained favor, was thrown back into the punishment palace.
Meanwhile, Alexander looked a little bewildered at his four-dimensional pocket.
Looking at the Dark Jester that had just been stuffed in... she seemed to be about to explode??
[Item Name: Dark Jester (Slaanesh Avatar)]
[Origin: Webway - Black Library / Slaanesh's Six Rings]
[Description: A unit responsible for portraying Slaanesh in the Eldar Harlequin's plays, watched and corrupted by Slaanesh. After death, its soul is destined to belong to Slaanesh.
This Dark Jester has received numerous blessings from Slaanesh and has been transformed by him into a material universe avatar. Its physical body is about to collapse, approximately in sixty-six seconds.
It is sweet and cold in nature, effective in treating low libido, depression, and impotence, but may cause homosexuality, gender dysphoria, and sex addiction. Recommend activating parenting program: child behavior correction and re-education.]
[Production Time: 999.M41]
[Status: Imminent collapse]
[Value: 666,666,666]
[Note: Item has changed, evaluation and price have changed.]
[Additional Description: At the last moment before being stuffed into the four-dimensional pocket, Slaanesh injected a large amount of new power into it. It is expected to explode in the four-dimensional pocket in six seconds. Please prepare for it.]
[Status: Imminent explosion]
[Value: 1,666,666,666]
[Sell? Or execute parenting program: child behavior correction and re-education?]