Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 631: Journey to the Realm of Slaanesh
As Fulgrim's speed began to accelerate, Wang Ming also began his own plan. Yes, not only Fulgrim had his own plan, Wang Ming also had his own plan. The moment Fulgrim attacked him, he directly put his neck in front of Fulgrim. When Fulgrim saw Wang Ming's abnormal situation, he did not dare to be careless and immediately took a few steps back.

Wang Ming looked at Fulgrim. He looked at the Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh who was retreating again. He was also confused. He had clearly moved forward, and Fulgrim only needed one step to hurt him. Did Fulgrim discover his plan? It was impossible. His plan with the Emperor should not be discovered by these guys. It was completely impossible.

There's no way this guy could discover his plan. This isn't normal. This isn't subspace at all. Those damn Chaos things wouldn't know about the conversation between the Emperor and him at all.

"My brother, why did you retreat? You could have hurt me just now, just like you did to Guilliman, come and kill me and give me to your disgusting master."

Wang Ming looked at Fulgrim and asked him with a puzzled look, but Fulgrim did not answer Wang Ming. He was thinking hard about what weird tricks Wang Ming wanted to use. Wang Ming was also very wary of Fulgrim. Although he had already worked out the basic plan with the locals, there would still be some danger if he really started.

"You could possibly let me get hurt that easily? My brother, you are such a joke. What do you mean you asked me to back off? That's obviously a trick, isn't it?"

Fulgrim looked at Wang Ming in front of him, and spread out his four arms, looking at Wang Ming helplessly. To him, Wang Ming was a very smart guy, and Fulgrim had always been on guard against this guy, so that if Wang Ming made any unusual movement, Fulgrim would immediately react and withdraw immediately.

"Huh..., Lord Emperor, is there really no problem with your plan?"

Wang Ming looked at Fulgrim in front of him. He looked at Fulgrim who had a look on his face that said, "I know there's something wrong with you." He said to the Emperor in his heart.

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem. If you stimulate it again, it will definitely not be able to hold back."

After hearing Wang Ming's words, the Emperor also said to Wang Ming that he knew Fulgrim's character. Although this guy was not stupid, in order to complete the task quickly without any worries, he would definitely take action under some stimulation.

"If you have the guts, come and kill me. You're not going to give up, are you? Didn't your blasphemous master give you the mission to kill me? You're not going to give up, are you? You still have the nerve to call yourself the former No. 1 Sword Master in the Galaxy. You still have the nerve to call yourself perfect."

"Look at your blasphemous body. It's like an extinct species of loach from ancient Terra. It's slimy, disgusting, and exudes a sickening smell. The word "perfect" has absolutely nothing to do with it. You are a very blasphemous existence. Your so-called perfection is completely contradictory to the real perfection. You are a twisted thing. The honor you once had has nothing to do with your current blasphemous existence."

Wang Ming looked at Fulgrim in front of him and said a lot of things in a very eloquent manner, but these words were of little use to Fulgrim. Fulgrim didn't care about his past honors at all. Those things had been forgotten by him over the past ten thousand years. The only thing that made him angry was that Wang Ming was insulting his current body.

In Fulgrim's heart, its body was actually very perfect. It was the blessing of the great Lord of Pleasure. It was the most perfect thing in the galaxy. But now in Wang Ming's mouth, its most perfect body was like a piece of garbage that was completely not worth mentioning. It was so blasphemous and distorted. How could it not make it angry? How could it not make it want to kill Wang Ming?

"Remember, Fulgrim, your offspring, the true son of the Emperor, Rilano, who is always loyal to the Empire. Do you remember him? Ten thousand years of waiting and ten thousand years of loneliness are just to kill you. You once said that your offspring are all noble. Indeed, those true sons of the Emperor are indeed noble, but you, my brother who betrayed my father, you are just a humble and cowardly traitor who is not worth mentioning. Compared with Rilano, you are a complete waste!"

"His nobility is a clear contrast to your lowliness, you damned traitor. The only thing you get for your betrayal is your desecrated body and your already determined fate of destruction."

Wang Ming looked at Fulgrim who already had murderous intentions towards him and continued to fan the flames. He thought of the ancient sage, the last son of the Emperor, who had endured ten thousand years of loneliness and waiting just to kill the traitor Fulgrim. This eternally noble son of the Emperor was an incomparably great existence who had spent ten thousand years just waiting for the moment to kill his so-called father. He was forever loyal to the Empire and the truth of the Empire. His nobility set off Fulgrim's distortion and disgust.

"You die! How can that lowly thing compare to me?!"

After hearing Wang Ming's words, Fulgrim finally broke down. He looked at Wang Ming with a mocking expression, as if he was mocking him for not being as good as his offspring. This was something he could never accept. He admitted that Rilano's assassination of him was perfect, a perfection that even surprised him, but Wang Ming's words were a complete mockery of him.

How can something so noble be so desecrated? But this is the reality. Eternal loyalty is always nobler than disgusting betrayal. No matter what the reason for the betrayal, no smallest betrayal can be forgiven. Loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty. All traitors are so despicable.

"Alright, you've already angered it. Watch out, you'll fall directly into Slaanesh's domain in a while, make sure to stabilize your mind, and kill whatever you see, and make that disgusting thing's domain a river of blood." The Emperor looked at the furious Fulgrim from Wang Ming's perspective, and He warned Wang Ming in his mind that with this opportunity, they could create a record like the burning of Nurgle's domain before, and burn the domain of another Chaos evil god to ashes. Although they could not really destroy them, the disgusting effect on the strategic level was achieved.

Four sharp blades pierced through the power armor, penetrating Wang Ming's chest and piercing his internal organs. The sharp blades stirred in his body, stirring the internal organs in his chest into pieces of fragments that were vomited out of his throat. However, Wang Ming did not show any pain. Instead, he smiled and looked at Fulgrim with an expression that his plan had been accomplished.

Fulgrim now realized what he had done. He had been fooled by Wang Ming, but what did it matter? As long as he completed the task given to him by Slaanesh, he didn't need to worry about it. The power of the Lord of Desire was transmitted into Wang Ming's body from the four sharp blades, and the power smashed all the internal organs in Wang Ming's chest into pieces.

In almost an instant, Wang Ming's life was taken away by this force. His lifeless body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, and his soul was taken into the joyful realm in the highest heaven.

When Wang Ming regained consciousness from death, he climbed up from a mountain made of gold. He looked at this mountain made of gold. It was a huge mountain range. Its flashing golden and dazzling light, incomparable wealth and countless riches were waving to Wang Ming in this golden light. However, Wang Ming did not have much interest in these things. Although these things looked spectacular, they were of no use in this universe.

In this desperate universe, the so-called money is just a concept. In this desperate universe, what can truly determine everything for human beings is not money, but the terrible war.

Wang Ming passed through a mountain range made of gold and came to a huge and luxurious banquet. In the banquet, all kinds of delicious foods were placed on the table. They exuded a fragrance that could seduce any creature. They were quietly placed on the table waiting for those who wanted to eat them. A large number of fat humanoid creatures were constantly eating the food in this huge banquet.

Their bodies were strangely fat, which was the power of Slaanesh. They could not resist the temptation of Slaanesh's corruption and became its minions. The moment Wang Ming saw them, he suddenly laughed. His laughter did not attract the attention of those guys. All their work was focused on the delicious food. They did not care about Wang Ming's arrival.

Wang Ming was very satisfied with their attitude. Wang Ming took out a huge power hammer from the system. He looked at the distorted creatures in the banquet hall that were constantly devouring food, and began his whacking mole activity. The fat figures were smashed into meat paste by Wang Ming's power hammer, and the huge dining tables and the delicacies on them were smashed into flying fragments in the air. Wang Ming was very happy to wave his power hammer in this huge banquet hall.

He looked at the demons he had killed, and the golden flames around him suddenly ignited around him, like an arsonist, and the banquet hall was instantly set on fire. However, the banquet hall was still too large, and the area he burned was not enough to cover the entire banquet hall. In fact, the area he burned was only a small corner of the banquet hall. This is the domain of the Chaos Gods.

It was created from the concepts represented by the Chaos Gods and changes according to the will of the Chaos Evil God. This is their divine domain and the true territory of Chaos in this universe.

Just after Wang Ming used the golden flame to ignite the banquet hall, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he suddenly appeared in a place full of all kinds of beauties. He looked at the large number of Slaanesh that suddenly appeared in front of him, an illusion created according to his subconscious mind. He had no feeling for these things at all, because he was a time traveler, he knew what the hell was in the third ring of Slaanesh, and he would never touch those things.

He just didn't touch them, but that didn't stop him from smashing them to death!

The power hammer was swung again. Facing the beauties in front of him, Wang Ming didn't have any idea about them at all. He responded to these demonic things with his power hammer. He watched these things being smashed into pieces and meat paste by the power hammer, and continued to move forward by stepping on the meat paste of these things.

These things could not stop him. Hundreds of years of fighting had made him not have too many thoughts about these things. Moreover, these guys even simulated the way Clayrose posed in front of him. Regarding the illusion of this guy's appearance, Wang Ming chose to hit him a few more times and beat him into a pulp first.

While Wang Ming was constantly killing those hallucinations, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The beauties around him who had been smashed into pulp by him disappeared. He appeared on a high platform. A huge square appeared in front of him. On the square, countless people praised his name, and beside him, his capable and warlike brothers were looking at him with smiles on their faces.

They congratulated Wang Ming on becoming the second emperor of the empire and told him about the unlimited power he would have after becoming the emperor. Countless people in the square shouted Wang Ming's name and praised their new emperor.

After Wang Ming saw all this, there seemed to be a voice in his soul telling him to go and become their emperor. The voice was extremely bewitching, as if it wanted to control Wang Ming's body. But after Wang Ming hesitated for a second, he suddenly realized one thing, that is, he was still in the domain of Slaanesh, which was the fourth ring of the domain of Slaanesh.

It is a place full of endless illusory power. The power here is so great that it is beyond imagination, but in fact it is just an illusion. A very real illusion allows you to experience the joy of power, but this thing is not very useful for Wang Ming. Although his emotions were affected by the power of Slaanesh for a moment, he still reacted, because the power of the Human Empire does not represent endless power and endless enjoyment.

Wang Ming was well aware of the Emperor's pain. When he was affected by the power of the fourth ring in the Slaanesh Realm, he recalled the saint on the golden throne. He recalled His pain. He was the most powerful person in the human empire, and He was enduring endless pain for all mankind.