Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 314: Palace of Slaanesh
Lothlorien is located north of the Grasslands of Rohan. Across the Fangorn Forest and the tributaries of the Anduin River, you will reach this golden forest.

As dusk was approaching, the festering golden sunset covered the forest with a festering golden scab, and the entire primeval forest was immersed in some kind of sticky gold.

When the last ray of sunset penetrated the treetops, the palace that replaced the Golden Sacred Tree revealed its demonic outline.

There stood a rotting golden abscess, each gilded line flowing with a blasphemous glow.

This building, built with decadent aesthetics, presents a dizzying weirdness.

The pink and purple miasma eroded the surface of the palace walls, and dense gold powder continued to seep out. This glittering dust fell on the treetops of the forest, carving out patterns of desire.

The serpentine columns twined and climbed in a mating posture, their surfaces inlaid not with gems but with countless evil crystal clusters pulsating like living things.

They change into strange pink, purple, indigo and blue lights depending on the viewing angle. In a trance, it seems as if millions of demonic pupils open one after another, dragging the gazer into a vortex of colors.

As Zhuang Bosch's retinas adjusted to the hallucinogenic spectrum, even more horrifying details emerged on the palace walls.

Those murals painted with solidified desires and sins are undergoing a strange transformation from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, with the androgynous limbs of elves protruding from the walls.

The entire building seemed to breathe, oozing the musk of desire from every pore.

Just one glance and Zhuang Boshi felt like he was going blind.

Holy crap, what a nasty thing did I see!
The severity is far worse than German AV and dark web videos.

The focus of Slaanesh is not lust, but sin, which is to turn pain into pleasure. It is impossible for anyone who is not a top-level pervert to gain happiness from it.

Zhuang Boshi's face was a little pale. He just wanted to clean his eyes. Sometimes having too good eyesight is not a good thing.

"I advise you not to go in." He turned around and said to Zhang Heng and Xiao Honglu.

After thinking for a while, he said to Zhao Yingkong, "Yingkong, you too."

Zhao Yingkong was puzzled, her big eyes full of doubts.

The screams of various monsters continued to ring out in the distance. Xiao Honglu didn't want to be left alone in this wilderness, so he quickly said, "Brother Zhuang, we can help."

Zhuang Boshi smiled a little strangely: "Okay, just don't regret it."

"Before you go in, let me give you some insurance."

He thought about it, mobilized his true energy, and used the "Jingzhe Sanqi", one of the "Ninety-eight Thousand Applications of Soul Protection" he learned from the classics of cultivation, to print three runes on the rune stone to make a temporary talisman formation.

As long as you are in the rune array, you can resist erosion to a certain extent, which is very useful.

Although it is a bit difficult to make for him at the Foundation Establishment stage, it is only a semi-finished product and its duration is very limited.

After all, he is not a longevity practitioner who can become a first- or second-level talisman master in the Qi training stage and mass-produce low-level runes.

"Thank you so much!" Zhang Heng said gratefully.

"It's actually a cultivator, worthy of being the Zhongzhou team!" Xiao Honglu looked at the three rune stones surrounding his body with excitement.

It turns out that the flying broom is just a disguise, and the real strength of Zhongzhou lies in cultivation!

The moment they stepped into the golden forest, it was as if they had stepped out of the eternal night into the false bright day.

Beyond the forest, there is a dim and cold sunset, a cold and stinking west wind, and strange howls that come one after another.

In the forest, the breeze comes slowly, carrying with it the faint fragrance of rosemary, sage, hyacinth, and the misty smoke of incense, and the aroma of fine fruit wine spreads throughout the garden. Layers of pure white gauze are adorned with jade-green vines, and deep purple roses are scattered on the vines, like a garden in the sky, a fairyland on earth.

The creatures in the garden showed the highest level of enthusiasm towards the few outsiders who suddenly broke in.

Dense swarms of flower fairies, colorful little animals, and brightly colored half-snakes all rushed towards the few people.

They sang and danced, making pleasant sounds and with happy expressions on their faces.

"You are too polite." Zhuang Boshi took the lead, holding the Spear of Judgment in one hand, spreading flames and burning the overwhelming androgynous flower fairies to ashes.

Zhao Yingkong followed closely behind, and with a flash of silver knife light, a brightly colored poisonous snake lurking in the flowers was cut into several pieces.

The two men walked in this beautiful scenery, and the blood on their clothes seemed out of place.

Zhang Heng and Xiao Honglu were greatly surprised. First, they didn't expect this place to be so beautiful. Second, they didn't expect that there was danger under every flower and tree.

Fortunately, the two of them are not newbies. Xiao Honglu is good at DND magic and Zhang Heng is good at archery. They are also extraordinary and can still keep up with Zhuang Boshi.

Zhuang Boshi kept walking, stabbing the Spear of Judgment in his right hand into the ground.

The sharp blade dragged along, cutting through the exquisite milky white pebbles like piercing a scroll. The blazing fires did not go out for a long time, violently breaking the intoxicating harmony of the place.

A giggle was heard in the distance. Zhuang Boshi tapped the metal with one finger, making the fire burn even more fiercely. He soon broke through the garden and walked into the palace.

His mind was highly concentrated, and his divine eyes were scanning not only the changed palace, but also the entire Golden Forest, monitoring the overall situation at all times.

Entering the palace, Zhuang Boshi ignored all the laughter coming from the void, and the crackling sound caused by the burning flames replaced all the soft sounds.

The only thing that deserved his special attention was that he had not encountered any obstacles along the way, not even some fallen elves had appeared.

Except for some mutated flower fairies and various poisonous creatures, the entire Golden Forest looks like an empty city.

This is abnormal and unreasonable. There should be at least thousands of fallen elves and mutated monsters in Lothlorien.

Except that the Prince of Pleasure completely went offline, Galadriel turned over a new leaf and wanted to welcome them.

There is only one possibility.

Zhuang Boshi's eyes swept across the dark bloodstains on the mural and the faint smell of blood in the air.

All the fallen elves and monsters here were killed.

The person who performed the operation was undoubtedly Zhao Zhuikong from the Dongmei team.

——It’s so interesting.

His eyes swept across again.

"There shouldn't be any enemies here. There's a big guy in the inner courtyard ahead." He said to the two people behind him who were very nervous without turning his head.

"Remember not to spit it out."

Then, Zhuang Boshi slashed open the huge door of the royal court's inner courtyard, which was inlaid with gorgeous reliefs.

The things inside the field, or more precisely, the scene, were more disgusting than he had expected.

"vomit!"

Not surprisingly, Zhang Heng vomited upon seeing this scene.

Xiao Honglu was a little better than him, but he also looked pale and dared not look directly at others.

Zhao Yingkong was considered knowledgeable, but he couldn't help but turn his head away.

The sharp blade of the Spear of Judgment swept across the ground, its tip pointing at the unknown twisted creature beside the soft bed.

Perhaps it is not very accurate to describe it as a living thing, but Zhuang Boshi can only confirm that it is a living, wriggling thing.

In that magnificent palace, a huge spider was lurking.

It's called a spider, but it's not an ordinary spider or a giant spider monster.

Instead, it is strangely composed of hundreds of cruelly skinned and mutilated human bodies, like an evil sculpture forged from pain and despair, emitting a terrifying aura that can make one shudder.

Its huge and bloated body, with exposed muscles showing an unhealthy dark red color and intertwined textures, seemed like an evil scroll woven by the devil himself.

The tendons were like twisting ropes, winding and weaving between the muscles. In some places, strands of fascia were still attached, as if they were bloody residues that had not been completely cleaned up.

The cross-section of the severed limbs was jagged, like a wound that had been torn apart madly. In some places, bones protruded sharply, with traces of flesh and blood hanging on them. The dark red blood had dried up and turned into dark brown stains, like pieces of dead scabs, covering this horrible body.

The eight long legs are made up of twisted human bodies, with all sorts of unnatural bends at the joints, as if they were forcibly twisted by an evil force, making a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

These legs are like twisted tree trunks, of varying lengths and thicknesses, supporting the terrifying body. Every slight shake makes people feel that it is about to collapse, but it always stubbornly maintains that strange shape, giving people a shaky yet threatening feeling.

The compound eyes made up of dozens of human heads kept moving like this monster.
About to wake up.

But the more I looked at this monster, the more beautiful it seemed, and even its breath was filled with fragrance.

Even Zhang Heng stopped vomiting and wanted to walk forward with red eyes.

Snapped!
A thud in his head jolted him awake. "Don't look! You can't handle it," Zhuang Boshi warned coldly.

Zhang Heng understood something instantly and lowered his head quickly, not daring to look.

"This place is filled with the haze of desire. Control yourself and don't get caught up in it."

Zhuang Boshi's overcoming of his inner demons was naturally unaffected, and Zhao Yingkong Fenghou Qimen was in between reality and illusion, so she could also shield herself from the impact.

Xiao Honglu has started giving himself the ice bucket challenge, continuously casting freezing rays at his head.

Swish!
A slash cut open the giant spider monster's head, like splitting a bursting fruit, and countless blood and pus flowed out.

"Ah!!" The monster cried out in pain, its eight long limbs twisting continuously, its awakened instinct making it fight back.

But the fine and dense wind of cursed energy blew across its body, and everything was shattered under the storm of slashing.

Its epidermis and outer shell all fell off, and its bones, flesh, and various proliferating limbs were all cut and peeled off.

Blood and flesh fell to the ground, forming a red carpet.

Afterwards, Zhuang Boshi used a golden spear to cut open the filthy shell that made up the ugly creature.

Only a chaotic egg-like wriggling body remained, the light spots reflected by the crystal chandelier wandered on the surface of the mucus, and the blood vessels that should have been flowing with starlight blood were now throbbing with dark purple spores.

He heard a female voice as clear as a spring ringing in his ears.

"I'm in so much pain."

"Let me go please."

“This is not the result I wanted.”

Zhuang Boshi did not respond.

But a strange kind of pleasure came with the language, which kept invading him.

If he were a believer of the Lord of Pleasure, he would surely derive endless pleasure from this pain.

Swish!
The spear thrust forward, and when Zhuang Boshi pushed aside the last piece of hanging flesh membrane, the starlight flowing deep in the iris of the divine eye suddenly shrank.

In the center of countless wriggling scarlet granulations, half of an elf's pointed ear, which had not yet completely dissolved, was embedded.

After tearing open the blood membrane, the contents inside were completely revealed to Zhuang Boshi.

Although the power of Slaanesh completely changed his appearance, that look still made Zhuang Boshi raise his eyebrows.

Sure enough.

"Celeborn?" Zhuang Boshi spoke for the first time.

"Who are you, who am I?" The monster let out a painful cry, but the voice was a moving and pleasant female voice.

In the flesh and blood was Celeborn, Lord of Lothlorien and husband of Galadriel.

The silver hair that once symbolized wisdom was replaced by gelatinous tentacles, and forty-three purple compound eyes like clusters of grapes replaced the entire face.

Four pairs of coral-like growths broke out from the body below the clavicle, but the surface was not covered with the softness of mammalian organs, but a chitinous shell covered with cyan magic patterns.

As the body curled up in pain, one could clearly see the peacock feathers extending from the tail vertebrae constantly shedding bloody eye-shaped markings.

"I am a passing tourist, and you are Celeborn, the Lord of Lothlorien." Zhuang Boshi said patiently.

"I have seen the light of the Silmaril gleaming above Lothlorien. Is the diamond with you?"

"Silmaril" A groan mixed with mucus bubbles came from the crack in the abdomen. There should have been an elegant waistline of the elf, but now there were three pairs of reproductive cavities of different species.

Its bony claws tore at the scales on its chest, scratching cracks in the dark red and golden green stratum corneum. Its slender legs transformed into curved deer hooves.

"It was snatched away. It was snatched away."

"Who took it away? A handsome, smiling man with black hair?" Zhuang Boshi asked.

He searched his brain, his divine eyes lit up slightly, and two cultivation runes constructed a cultivation circuit, hitting the monster in front of him.

This is one of the few runes that Zhuang Boshi controls that are related to the mind and spirit. He currently only controls more than a hundred runes in total.

Now we can only try our best to save the situation.

Fortunately, it seemed to have some effect, and Celeborn became more rational: "It was him, he took the Silmaril, and he is still here!"

"What happened in Lothlorien after the Dark Age?" Zhuang Bosch asked quickly.

Pain appeared on Celeborn's face, and dozens of purple eyes closed in pain.

"I could not stop Galadriel, she killed Aragorn, but the ghost of Manwë tells me there is still hope."

"Just call Ilúvatar, He travels outside the world, as long as He comes back"

Sure enough, Ilúvatar still exists.

But Zhuang Boshi couldn't be sure whether this was a real way to survive or a trap set by the evil god.

After all, this place cannot escape the control of the evil god, and how many words of truth are there in what is said and heard?

We still need to get the Silmaril as soon as possible to confirm it.

"Only the Silmaril," said Celeborn painfully.

"What should we do?" Zhuang Boshi stepped forward and just as he was trying to ask.

A ten-meter-long night butterfly wing membrane suddenly unfolded behind Celeborn.

What flows between the wing veins is not scales, but thousands of screaming elf faces.

These spiritual creatures formed from memory fragments suddenly wailed in unison.

The runes that appeared on Celeborn's body completely collapsed, and he became confused again.

"Who am I and who are you?"

"Can you tell me how my people, my children and my wife are doing?"

His pain is so real that it can make any sentient being's heart feel as if it were being cut by a knife.

Zhang Heng's eyes turned red when he heard this, and Xiao Honglu even shed tears.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at the bloody skeletons scattered on the ground and said calmly, "Lord, they are peaceful, fair and rosy, and very healthy."

There was no hope for Lothlorien, not since the Dark Ages.

It's a pity. Celeborn was still a wise and intelligent lord, but under the infection of Chaos, I'm afraid his fate was already doomed.

"Chu Xuan told me, he told me a long time ago. Chu Xuan"

He kept shouting, perhaps trying to grab the last straw that could stabilize his consciousness in the endless waves.

But when this soft, touching and lovable voice called Chu Xuan's name, Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but look strange.

How weird!

The hair on your hair stands on end!

"Kill me, kill me"

Celeborn sighed and sobbed, shedding purple tears.

Zhuang Boshi thrust the spear in his hand suddenly, and golden flames burned on the Spear of Judgment, and the poor Elf Lord was completely freed.

"You're welcome."

A series of sharp, high-pitched laughs exploded in his ears, and a sweet smell rose at the same time.

Zhuang Boshi listened attentively, using his true energy to protect his spiritual altar, and his divine eyes to break through illusions, and then he found the way in it.

"Zhao Zhuikong, right in front."

(End of this chapter)