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Chapter 310:117, The Emperor and Slaanesh
The gods disdain to take action against mortals, and the same is true for Slaanesh. In fact, He does not need to take action. He just stands there, and the most terrifying despair in the galaxy will arise.

After Slaanesh appeared, Xarashi easily knocked Doom, who was forced to interrupt his burst, to the ground.
"I told you that you will fail. You have no hope in my Lord's realm."

Xia Laxi's voice echoed on the battlefield, and all the soldiers looked desperate.

Even Doom, the King of Doom, the invincible warrior, failed.

Saint Adeline, who had just staggered out of the magic mirror maze, supported the seriously injured Second Captain Andrews.

After a desperate fight in the magic mirror maze, they finally defeated Encari and won the victory from the danger of life and death. This was something to be happy about.

But when they walked out, they happened to see this despairing scene before them.

“God Emperor, please look at us, at those warriors who are suffering for you.” Tears of despair fell from Adeline’s eyes. “Under your protection, lost souls can be redeemed, and lost people can move towards the future.”

In great despair, the Saint instinctively prayed to the Emperor.

Even the saint herself did not expect to get a response, but this time, the Divine Emperor responded to her.

Adeline could clearly sense that a divine will was connecting her, but that pure consciousness could not enter this place.

Just like a giant is stopped by a closed gate.

At this moment, looking at Xia Lashi walking towards Doom, looking at those desperate imperial soldiers.

Adeline recalled the moment when she was on Belia IV, when she had just been chosen to be promoted to a living saint.

It was the same danger at that time, and she made a vow in desperation.

At this moment, Adeline made a crazy decision.

Her soul actively ran towards the divine will, the cold and merciless golden sun above the sky.

She opened the door of her heart, "Great Lord of Humanity, you have witnessed the deepest darkness, and you have sacrificed yourself to endure endless years of suffering. Adeline is willing to sacrifice her useless body and willingly become your tool, only hoping that you can guide them into the future."

Adeline took the initiative to close her mental barrier and the force field of her power armor. This action completely exposed her to the blasphemous atmosphere of the Slaanesh domain.

This abnormal behavior first aroused Andrews' suspicion.

The Slayer looked at the Saint beside him in doubt.

But Adeline could not answer his questions at this moment. The saint could feel that the divine will was looking at her, trying to get close to her soul.

At this moment, Adeline's soul was ignited by the ruthless star with a golden fire, but this fire was not hot, but extremely cold. The saint endured unimaginable pain, and just closing the distance between her and the great being was unbearable for her soul.

Once the opponent's will completely poured in, her soul might even be shattered into millions of pieces.

Once she can no longer bear it, her shattered soul will no longer be able to withstand the scorching heat of the fire, and every bit of her soul will be burned to ashes by the golden flames. This is complete annihilation, and there will no longer be Adeline in this universe, even if she is an immortal saint.

The Divine Will seemed to realize this, and therefore hesitated.

If Adeline's soul cannot bear it, her soul will disappear completely, and the advent of the Great Will will be useless.

This is a gamble, and the will is calculating whether it is worth taking.

As that will approached, more than one person in the coalition forces sensed the divine presence.

Political Commissar Kane of the Valhalla Corps, Les Mabo of the Destroyer Armored Regiment... all the heroes of the Empire showed joyful expressions at the same time.

They made the same choice at the same time with almost no hesitation, no regard for their own safety, and no fear of the nothingness after eternal destruction - every hero chose to open his or her mental barriers without reservation.

"For the sake of that glorious future, death is also our mission. Before our bodies are shattered into pieces, a faint flame will ignite. Let it serve as your beacon. We serve you, Your Majesty."

Everyone knows exactly what their decision means.

It was like walking on a suspended wire above the bottomless abyss. If they were not careful, they would be doomed. Eternal nothingness, final destruction, everything that belonged to them would be wiped out.

But no one showed the slightest fear. As they made the same choice, the divine will seemed to have calculated the result. As their calls fell, flames first ignited on the body of Saint Adeline.

Then, not only her, but golden flames appeared behind every hero of the empire.

A ring of thorny flames that was dazzling and spread endless glory was lit behind their heads.

The group's choice seemed to disperse the Emperor's power, and the fire from heaven descended. It was as if golden stars were lighting up one after another in front of the Temple of Joy, sweeping away all the darkness and corruption.

The saints and the heroes of the empire were looking infinitely more heroic, the golden light was shining brighter, and in a trance, the soldiers of the empire had visions at the same time.
They witnessed the sun rising over the Kingdom of Slaanesh.

The blazing light burst out, and countless believers were singing loudly. It seemed as if countless voices were echoing in the void, singing praises to the great Lord of mankind.

He is the idol worshipped by all human will and the eternal king of the human race.

The merciless golden light spreads the indomitable spirit and rationality of human nature. His agents walk in the filthy kingdom of evil gods and among the suffering soldiers.

The fog of desire cleared and the darkness dissipated.

In the filthy and corrupt country, demons born from countless desires were fleeing in all directions in panic.

It was like the dawn of light, when the bright sun rose, all the pain and despair were ruthlessly driven away.

The heroes of the empire were shrouded in a golden ring of thorns. Their eyes were scorching. Under their glory, tens of millions of demons evaporated amid screams.

No matter how arrogant those demons had appeared in previous battles, they now let out heart-wrenching screams and fled in panic.

The golden sunlight pierced through the fog of desire unhindered, and the roar of unwillingness echoed in the broken hole.

Two invisible but equally great wills collide in a dimension that no one can understand.

No one could truly understand what was happening in the sunshine and fog. Everyone saw what they wanted to see.

Some saw a giant in golden armor pulling a charming woman to the ground. Some saw a giant with black hair and black eyes jumping up and down like a raging rage. Some even claimed that they saw a majestic old man with golden light all over his body, using his cane to beat a pervert who was posing coquettishly.

Everyone saw a different scene. The only thing they had in common was the golden figure, which was the most authoritative figure in their minds, making them willingly submit. "Great, they are saved!" Commander Roget heard someone shouting excitedly, and he also smiled with joy.

But when he looked at the soldier, all he saw was a corpse with a smile on its face.

That man had already died in the battle, but his remaining will made him unwillingly want to see the arrival of hope.

When hope finally arrived, his last remaining soul returned to the throne with relief.

Roget supported his own body which was also seriously injured. He came to the soldier, looked at his young face, and helped him to the chair with great effort.

The young soldier spent his whole life in exhaustion and torture. Putting himself in his shoes, Roget thought that if that person were himself, what he would want most at this moment is a good rest.

The Great King has issued a decree. He is the Lord of mankind and He loves every human being.

Amid the thick, sweet aroma, the sound of hooves gradually became louder, and one after another, the great secret keepers walked out.

They were wearing translucent veils, but their eyes were filled with deep darkness.
"You made a foolish decision." Tens of thousands of Great Secret Keepers spoke at the same time, "You came to a place you shouldn't have come to."

"I am here to proclaim to you filthy creatures." Saint Adeline flapped her wings and pronounced a sacred voice.
"It is time to pay for the crimes you have committed against this universe, starting today and forever."

"You are about to become a god. You cannot even comprehend our existence. How dare you claim to defeat us? With these insignificant mortals, or these pitiful torches?"

The voices of the Great Keepers echoed in the Hall of Pleasure, and countless twisted things resonated with these voices.

The whole world was shaking, showing the anger of their supreme master.

Countless horrible monsters in the depths of the Soul Sea are howling, terrified by the unimaginable Chaos God. It is the corruption hidden in the extreme senses, the inescapable horror.

Even the stars felt this terrible power. Countless creatures screamed in pain, but they didn't know why this happened.

The fear of the Chaos Gods has long been imprinted in every soul. The entire universe is their playground, and every star is subject to the rules set by the gods.

The Lord of Fate is thinking about every living being and how to arrange the other's fate in order to make himself happy.

The Blood God watches every bloody fight among the stars, reaping countless lives with his mindless bloodthirsty attitude.

The Lord of Plague toiled to concoct the perfect plague for this broken universe, creating a harmonious cycle of death and rebirth.

The Lord of Joy sows every seed of desire in the body of every living being, waiting for the moment of their downfall and fall.

Over countless years, even the mindless beasts have realized their tragic fate.

But under the control of the dark gods, all resistance is futile.

The Emperor's followers are singing, devout souls are contributing their strength, and endless glory is radiating outward.

Adeline's eyes were filled with a sadness that did not belong to her, but her gaze remained firm, and she did not despair at all about the existence of the gods.
"You'll know soon enough. You won't have to wait too long."

The Great Will spoke to the Great Keepers of Secrets through the body of the Saint.

As this voice fell,

"boom!--"

The boundless six-ring domain was shaking violently at this moment.

Slaanesh's most beloved demon, the demon Xia Lashi, actually showed an expression of fear at the moment the loud noise was heard, and then an even more violent tremor was transmitted.

At this moment, thousands of great secret keepers could not even stand on the ground.

Everyone watched this scene in disbelief, as if there was an incomparably powerful giant outside the realm who was using his terrifying power to shake one of the most powerful realms in the Supreme Heaven.

"How long will it take?" Outside the realm, Dukel held the burning Emperor's Sword and slashed at the boundary between illusion and reality with all his might.

The Eldar prophets chanted together as they activated a long-forgotten artifact to aid the Imperial Warmaster in his atrocities.

"It will be soon, my lord." The Eldar prophets looked at Dukel with awe in their eyes. When the Empire invited them and told them about this plan, no prophet thought it would succeed.

This action seemed like a joke, and if the Goddess of Life had not been by their side, they would have even left in anger.

But now, "the other party has pulled the territory into a realm that I cannot understand, but this can stump us, but it cannot stump you."

Prophet Lassari bowed humbly and reported to Dukel.

Behind them, the giant ships of humanity and the Empire were standing by, ready to rescue their compatriots trapped in the rift as quickly as possible the moment it was torn apart.

Feeling the turmoil in the field, the Great Secret Keepers were stunned for a moment, then burst into silly giggles.
"Is this what you are talking about?"

But the heroes surrounded by the ring of flaming thorns didn't waste any more time talking to them. They roared and rushed forward to fight with the Great Keepers of Secrets.

At the same time, with a loud bang, a huge gap appeared in the sky above the six-ring area.

The fleet that covered the sky came out one after another, and in the sticky and rich golden light, an extremely huge golden sky eagle swooped down from the sky.

When the Imperial Warmaster appeared, many soldiers shed tears.

Their action failed, because of their own pride, they were careless and fell into the trap of the evil god. They had already despaired, but they did not expect that the supreme commander would personally lead the army to save them.

In the dark world, he is the spark that ignites the red flames and the leader that all warriors follow willingly.

The cloak behind the tall giant fluttered, and in his left hand he held a flaming Emperor's Sword, while in his right hand he held a Judgment Blade with runes of destruction lit up.

All the soldiers' eyes were fixed on him. Wherever the Warmaster's will was, that was where they would fight for.

"I came here," even though he had knocked on the door of Slaanesh and accomplished such a great feat, Dukel's emotions remained calm, as if this was not a great feat, but just a trivial matter.

"This heralds the arrival of final destruction, monster," he continued.

(End of this chapter)