"The Corpse Emperor's son will teach me?"
To Kenmyo Isayama, the woman's words sounded like a joke, but he knew she wasn't joking; she was serious.
The disdain in her eyes for the Corpse Emperor, the arrogance of being above all life forms, and her extraordinarily powerful evil psychic energy all indicated that Kenmyo Isayama had hit the jackpot.
Damn, he had encountered a true god.
Kenmyo Isayama sighed. This smiling, charming older sister was, without a doubt, one of the Warp's The Four Great Chaos Gods, Slaanesh.
The Lord of Pleasure, Slaanesh.
And she said she was extremely fond of him, insisting that Kenmyo Isayama return with her to become a Slaanesh Chosen. A Chosen refers to a single individual human most favored by the Warp's The Four Great Chaos Gods.
They would be blessed, gaining immense power from the Chaos God.
This rare honor is only bestowed upon a select few humans, and the threshold is quite high. For example, Kenmyo Isayama's Mentor, Ahriman, whom he had never met, is a Chosen of Tzeentch, the "God of Schemes."
Well, it mainly depends on the Chaos God themselves. If they truly like you, you could ascend to daemonhood and be blessed for slaughtering a dog. If they don't like you, they won't even glance at you even if you sacrifice several planets.
Being favored by a Chaos God sounds like a good thing, but in reality, there's nothing more terrifying.
Which of those who fall to Chaos forces doesn't look like an alien?
The entire Death Guard Legion embraced Nurgle, the Plague Lord, collectively transforming into "foul cans" that are neither human nor ghost. Their power armor became living entities, fusing with the astartes' flesh. The power armor has mouths, and the breath emitted when these mouths open is a deadly plague.
Slaanesh's side is no different. Many who receive Slaanesh's blessings undergo facial changes. Some people's faces transform to resemble Slaanesh's mounts or Slaanesh Beasts. They possess extremely bizarre faces and long, slender tongues, long enough to pull opponents in front of them to tear and torment.
However, this is for ordinary blessed individuals. Given Slaanesh's affection for Kenmyo Isayama, it would undoubtedly be the highest honor: to acquire Slaanesh's true visage. This change is irreversible.
Most importantly, one of Slaanesh's divine characteristics is being hermaphroditic, so the most common assimilation mutation among Slaanesh's champions is hermaphroditism!
Kenmyo Isayama could accept the mutation of having one side of his chest protruding while the other remained flat like a man's, but whether a certain organ would even exist was another question.
Thinking of this, Kenmyo Isayama couldn't help but shiver; the imagery was too beautiful to imagine.
Even the Emperor's Children could not resist this terrifying corruption; Kenmyo Isayama could.
The Corpse Emperor, ruler of the Imperium of Man, had a total of twenty-one sons. These demigod beings were created through complex genetic engineering, using the Corpse Emperor's own genes as a blueprint, which is why they are called Primarchs.
The Imperium's vast territory, which now spans the entire The Galaxy / Milky Way, is entirely due to the efforts of these Primarchs leading their respective Legions in conquests.
The Imperium's prosperity was due to these Primarchs, and its eventual decline was also because of them.
Just as the Great Crusade was nearing its victorious end, Horus, who had just been promoted to Warmaster, betrayed the Imperium and joined Chaos. Not long after, eight other Primarchs successively joined his ranks.
This led to the outbreak of the Imperium's super-large civil war, known as the Horus Heresy.
Kenmyo Isayama felt that there were significant problems with the Corpse Emperor's parenting style.
The rebellion instigated by eight of the Corpse Emperor's sons involved the massive slaughter of loyalist Legions, essentially using firepower far exceeding a normal Exterminatus to deal with these brothers, who were once like family. The loyalist forces suffered heavy losses.
Even the Corpse Emperor himself, in the process of personally killing his rebellious son Horus, whom he had just granted the title of Warmaster, suffered irreparable fatal injuries and died. By exploiting a bug, he sits on the Golden Throne, suppressing his own ascension to godhood, unable to ever stand again.
This is also why Chaos forces like to call the Corpse Emperor the Corpse Emperor; an emperor like a corpse. The Corpse Emperor's current state is very fitting of this description.
From then on, the Imperium of Man declined, teetering on the brink of destruction.
As an Inquisitor of the Inquisition, Kenmyo Isayama knew even more. In fact, among the Imperium's original twenty Primarchs, only a few loyalist Primarchs remain.
On the Imperium's side, the Iron Hands Primarch Ferrus and the Blood Angels Primarch Sanguinius are confirmed dead.
The White Scars Primarch disappeared into the Dark Eldar Webway.
The Imperial Fists Primarch was besieged by Chaos Legions during the Black Crusade; his fate is unknown, and only his hands were recovered by his subordinates.
The Ultramarines Primarch and Imperial Regent, Roboute Guilliman, had his throat slit and is in stasis. His current condition is the Imperium's highest secret, and as an Inquisitor, Kenmyo Isayama has no authority to know.
The Dark Angels Primarch, Lion El'Jonson, is in slumber within the Rock fortress, and it is likely he will not awaken.
Leaving aside the tragic fates of these Imperial Primarchs, the Chaos Primarchs are living quite comfortably.
Currently, six of the Corpse Emperor's sons have ascended to daemonhood, serving as "supreme" Daemon Princes under the Warp's The Four Great Chaos Gods. They are all living good lives in their respective domains within the Eye of Terror, occasionally venturing out for activities.
These sons of the Corpse Emperor who turned to Chaos have gained even greater power and are now the Imperium's most terrifying enemies.
This includes Kenmyo Isayama's Mentor, Ahriman, who serves the Thousand Sons Legion led by Magnus, the "Red Cyclops," one of the twenty Primarchs. After embracing Tzeentch, Magnus had twice attacked the Space Wolves, each time with greater impact than the last. The second time, he almost destroyed Fenris, the Space Wolves Legion's homeworld.
As for the Mentor Slaanesh wanted to find for Kenmyo Isayama, it was Fulgrim, the "Purple Phoenix," Primarch of the Emperor's Children Legion, one of the eight Primarchs who betrayed the Corpse Emperor. He was one of the two most famous handsome men in the Imperium, alongside Sanguinius, the Blood Angels Primarch.
During the Horus Heresy, Fulgrim killed his friend, Ferrus, the Iron Hands Primarch. After ascending to daemonhood, he slit the throat of the Imperial Regent, Roboute Guilliman, the Ultramarines Primarch. This is a rather illustrious achievement.
His swordsmanship is superb, and his strength is formidable. Fulgrim also has exceptionally high artistic achievements, which makes his affinity with Slaanesh very high.
Because in addition to the well-known indulgence in desire, enjoyment of pleasure, and continuous corruption, Slaanesh also has a characteristic: artistry.
In short, driven by desire, Slaanesh's pleasure is expressed through art. A Greater Daemon under Slaanesh once used the blood and flesh pigments of an entire planet's population to paint in the starry void, solely to please their master.
Fulgrim, such a charming and powerful handsome man.
Slaanesh was naturally very pleased with Fulgrim and doted on him immensely.
If Fulgrim, with his strength before falling to Chaos, were to teach, he would undoubtedly be a rare and excellent Mentor.
However, Fulgrim had been under Slaanesh for so long that he had already picked up a host of bad habits, as the doctrine is to experience pleasure.
It is said that his favorite thing now is to take drugs on the planets bestowed by Slaanesh, getting incredibly high, then playing S&M games with the succubi under him, and also hosting orgies... he's been a shut-in for who knows how many years.
If such a depraved scoundrel were to teach, would Kenmyo Isayama be able to learn anything properly?
Are you sure he wouldn't just pick up all those bad habits?
Kenmyo Isayama watched as two long-haired, white-skinned, red-eyed girls, like twins, elegantly walked over, dressed in very alluring black and white maid outfits, carrying afternoon tea-like desserts. Their delicate faces, combined with the collars around their necks, gave them a pitiable look.
Or perhaps join an orgy?
Slaanesh lowered her head, stirring a pink liquid in a cup as if stirring coffee. From within it emanated the rich scent of the dying's despair.
"And your answer? I hope you won't disappoint me."
Slaanesh's fair hand pulled hard, and the chains around the two twins' necks became visible.
"Look at these two beautiful maidens."
"I can have them both serve you right now. Experiencing pleasure is human nature."
She dragged the sisters next to Kenmyo Isayama so he could examine them closely, but he didn't even give them a second glance.
"Hmph, what a cold fellow."
Slaanesh's crimson lips parted, signaling them to retreat, her face filled with resentment.
She pushed the stirred drink towards Kenmyo Isayama.
"Just drink it, and we'll be family from now on."
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
Kenmyo Isayama merely picked up the wine glass and looked at it when the long-silent warhammer simulator's alarms began to blare, one after another.
"Once the host ingests the Wine of Pleasure, the Ascension to Daemonhood ritual will begin."
Note: The host's soul will be corrupted!
Good heavens, ascending to Daemonhood is that simple?
Kenmyo Isayama knew that those favored by Chaos Gods had privileges, but it wasn't to the extent of gaining immense power simply by drinking an unknown liquid.
Under Slaanesh's expectant gaze, Kenmyo Isayama raised the wine glass.
Just as it was about to reach his lips, Kenmyo Isayama released the glass.
In that split second, there was not only the "shattering" sound of the glass breaking into fragments all over the floor, but also a brilliant flash of blade tearing through the air.
It was Kenmyo Isayama's chainsword, drawn in an instant, a powerful light breaking free from the blade's confines, slashing towards the bad woman's slender, swan-like neck.
Kenmyo Isayama, standing on the table, drew his sword and struck with speed, precision, and ruthlessness, aiming for a decapitation. However, the head and body did not separate.
That milky white, delicate skin was completely unharmed by the fully revved chainsword, not a single scratch.
"That is truly not beautiful behavior."
Slaanesh's face was filled with distress and disappointment. She merely touched her fingertip to the blade that Kenmyo Isayama was pressing against her neck with both hands, and it was pushed away.
"Is this your answer to me?"
Kenmyo Isayama didn't reply. He simply released the blade, quickly pulled out his Bolter from his Pregnant, aimed it at her alluring face, and pressed the barrel against her forehead before firing.
"Bang!"
High-explosive gunpowder charged in the chamber, about to send a bullet, blessed in the Corpse Emperor's cathedral, through this hussy's head.
But the next second, the Bolter in Kenmyo Isayama's hand, an old companion of Macarnus-Elfman for decades, backfired.
Ignoring the intense pain in his gun-holding hand, Kenmyo Isayama, in the extreme moment, could only hold his sword horizontally in front of him, hoping to block the explosive force.
However, this crimson flame, imbued with the Lord of Pleasure's wrath, engulfed his entire body, and the terrifying shockwave blasted him dozens of meters away.
Like a kite with a broken string, the blasted-away Kenmyo Isayama finally slammed heavily into the lavishly decorated wall, twisting and deforming the framed metal and glass shards of a master painting behind him before coming to a stop.
This heavy impact made Kenmyo Isayama unable to stand for a moment, leaving him slumped in the rubble. He felt a searing pain in his back, and his gun-holding hand was a bloody mess, showing bone. But the chainsword in his hand was still tightly gripped by Kenmyo Isayama.
"Foolish child, you didn't have to endure all this pain."
Slaanesh looked at Kenmyo Isayama's miserable state, a feigned look of heartache on her face.
"There's still time to turn back."
"Stop your feigning!"
Kenmyo Isayama used his chainsword to forcefully prop up his body, saying fiercely,
"I will never betray the Inquisition! Never betray the Corpse Emperor!"
At worst, the simulation would end. Could Kenmyo Isayama really let a woman dictate to him?
Kenmyo Isayama dragged his weary body, tightening his grip on the blade in his hand.
Even an insignificant avatar of a Chaos God possesses terrifying power. Slaanesh merely moved a finger and suppressed Kenmyo Isayama again; this time, even his chainsword shattered into several pieces.
The heavily wounded Kenmyo Isayama lay in the rubble, bound by evil psychic energy, unable to move, only able to glare at her fiercely.
"Hahahahaha."
Slaanesh, seeing that this mischievous child was finally immobile and looking at her with a sulky gaze, couldn't help but laugh.
"I love this about you; you want to resist, but you lack the ability to refuse me."
When Kenmyo Isayama saw the actions of Slaanesh's body, his eyes widened.
The terrifying big sister laughed, bent her knees slightly, and balanced on one foot.
Her other calf curved backward until she hooked it with her slender fingers to remove the black silk fabric hanging on her bent calf, only then putting her calf back down.
"It's still better to feel so uninhibited."
She even threw this item to Kenmyo Isayama's hand, where he could clearly see the lace and thin gauze.
Not only that, but there were even the translucent remnants from when it was taken off.
Kenmyo Isayama had previously thought the strands he saw were an illusion, but now it seemed he wasn't mistaken.
Something was wrong; Kenmyo Isayama's sense of crisis intensified.
"I will make you my Chosen."
Slaanesh's lips curved slightly upwards, and a wine glass appeared in her hand, identical to the one Kenmyo Isayama had smashed earlier.
The bad woman drank the demonic wine in the glass in one gulp, but instead of swallowing, she kept it all in her mouth, her cheeks slightly puffed out.
You won't drink it? Then I'll feed it to you myself.
"Damn it, this woman is dishonorable."
Kenmyo Isayama watched her approach him, immediately understanding her intention.
Well, she's coming for me.
This was going to force Kenmyo Isayama into a corner; today, he had no choice but to become Slaanesh's Chosen.
As mentioned before, Kenmyo Isayama did not want to become an androgynous being; the thought of it made him prefer death.
And drinking the demonic wine from her mouth was out of the question; Kenmyo Isayama found it disgusting.
One of Kenmyo Isayama's hands was already resting on the "End Simulation" button in the warhammer simulator; he could end the simulation with just a thought.
He was just gambling on whether he could kill this avatar of Slaanesh. Maybe he could; after all, a gamble could turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.
"Alas, let it end."
Kenmyo Isayama helplessly watched Slaanesh slowly squat in front of him, and one of her hands seemed to want to caress his face.
If he didn't end it now, his reputation would be ruined.
"Sizzle..."
But unexpectedly, before Slaanesh's hand even touched Kenmyo Isayama, it was suddenly struck by a black-red lightning bolt.
The moment they made contact, Slaanesh's palm exploded, leaving a huge, bloody hole.
A bloody barrier seemed to appear in front of Kenmyo Isayama, blocking Slaanesh's touch.
It was a ferocious, giant, bloody wolf head phantom, roaring. Kenmyo Isayama was very familiar with this shape, as it was the first gift he had received from a Chaos God.
The Blood God's blessing, Eternal Hunt.
But didn't Kenmyo Isayama feed this thing to the summoner system, and it shattered? Only a stone was left. Why was it appearing now?
"[Monitoring a certain ultra-ultra-high-risk unit??? Currently reverse-locating host]"
An alert appeared again in front of Kenmyo Isayama, but unlike the last time something located him and the system directly obliterated it, there seemed to be a turning point.
"[Receiving application]"
"[This access complies with Article 167989, application approved.]"
"[You have been allowed to intervene]"
"[Webway transmission establishing]"
Just then, Kenmyo Isayama saw an explosion of power emanating from the bloody stone, far more terrifying than the Lord of Pleasure before him.
Dazzling crimson light illuminated the entire room, and that scarlet demonic energy condensed into a massive opening, as if a direct highway had been forcefully opened in Slaanesh's domain, leading directly to another Chaos God's domain.
There, even the air was filled with the scent of hot brass rust and a strong smell of blood. This terrifying entity had not yet descended, but its aura had already reached an unimaginably powerful level, enough to freeze one's soul.
"Damn it, why is that mad dog's power appearing here?"
Slaanesh's face, on the other hand, became unpredictable, seemingly extremely wary.
Kenmyo Isayama understood only after seeing the warhammer simulator's prompt.
The Warmaster Khorne greatly appreciates your courage in striking the Lord of Pleasure, perfectly demonstrating the qualities a warrior should possess.
Khorne's divine nature includes bravery; anyone who dares to attack those stronger than themselves will be appreciated by him.
At the same time, he expressed disdain and fury towards the Lord of Pleasure, believing her actions to be a pure insult to warriors.
Khorne values combat and slaughter as the highest glory, while Slaanesh treats Khorne's most valued combat and slaughter as mere tricks, pastimes, and entertainment, and even intends to use improper means to turn Kenmyo Isayama into her servant. This is undoubtedly blasphemy!
His most cherished things were viewed so frivolously by others, so this irritable old man directly located Kenmyo Isayama and came straight through the network cable.