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Chapter 118 Be My Chosen Champion

"Hope, love, hate, these are all other names for desire. Because mortals value them most, we lead them down the road to paradise lost."

The earth trembled with disgust, the sky turned a swollen, dark blue, and the air was torn apart by horrific screams and delirious ecstasy.

But this was merely the aftershock of such a great being's arrival. Kenmei Isayama was so overwhelmed by this terrifying power that he could not breathe and his head was throbbing with pain.

At first, the laughter sounded like it came from a young girl, but later it became increasingly manic and terrifying, and his mind was almost blown apart by the sudden bursts of sharp laughter.

After experiencing countless spinning sensations like being in a washing machine, Kenmei Isayama fell into endless darkness and entered a coma.

When Kenmei Isayama awoke from his coma, he found himself lying on an exceptionally soft carpet. The extremely gentle touch and the snug fit made him feel like he "would rather die than get off this."

This spacious room is ridiculously large, and it blends unimaginable luxury with a classic artistic atmosphere, decorated with various exquisite figure sculptures and retro paintings that are clearly the work of famous artists.

Exquisite carpets with various patterns covered the corridors and rooms, and a pleasant fragrance filled the air, which could relax the mind.

However, Kenmei Isayama still managed to get up with great difficulty. His extreme lack of security prevented him from forgetting the scene where he had almost "died young."

So he immediately called for the Warhammer Simulator. However, what puzzled Kenmei Isayama was that the alarms that had been everywhere before were nowhere to be seen now, not a single one. It was as if what had just happened was just a terrifying nightmare.

No matter how many times Kenmei Isayama refreshed the Warhammer Simulator, he couldn't see the warning notification from before.

Kenmei Isayama clearly remembered those last few bloody words...

[WARNING! Please stop the simulation immediately.]

"What exactly is going on."

Having experienced something he had never done before, Kenmei Isayama was completely bewildered and had many questions. Where was he now?

Why would it be in this extremely luxurious room?

However, one thing Kenmei Isayama was certain of was that, barring any other dangers, this place was safe for the time being.

Before Isayama Kenmei could even breathe a sigh of relief, a second voice, not his own, appeared in the room, immediately raising his guard and sending a shiver down his spine.

"Huh? You're finally awake?"

The voice was alluring yet filled with a sense of incongruity, somewhat like the combined voices of a holy and virtuous religious saint and a filthy, chaotic demon. The two voices were clearly unrelated, yet they appeared simultaneously. This strange voice was so murky that it sent chills down Isayama Kenmei's spine.

And it was at this moment that Kenmei Isayama suddenly felt an extremely strong, terrifying tremor, as if he were being watched by an existence higher than the soul.

He looked up sharply and saw a woman sitting at a simple white round table. Above her was an absurdly large chandelier made of six giant crystal branches, which shimmered and shone on her under the light of the gemstones, making her look dazzling and beautiful.

If you only look at her appearance, she is definitely a woman who would be envied and hated by all the women in the world, because her existence would make their beauty pale in comparison.

In short, she is a darling of the heavens. All beauty can be embodied in her; one could even say that "beauty" is the most essential and vivid expression of her.

This woman has a graceful figure and exudes a fatal allure simply by sitting down and raising her hands and feet.

Her pink pupils held a gentle yet profound gaze, and against her delicate face, her tender eyes appeared exceptionally moist.

Although her elegant demeanor, most importantly, her artistic and refined temperament exudes a noble air that drives people crazy with desire.

The woman with cascading purple hair wore a black, off-the-shoulder silk dress. A pair of ruby ​​earrings swayed gently at her ears. Her fair, milky-white skin and flawless, velvety complexion contrasted sharply with the pure black dress. Her enormous cleavage was deeper than the Milky Way.

On a woman's body

The skirt was made of very thin fabric, and you could vaguely see two slender legs hidden underneath.

Such thin clothing could hardly conceal her alluring figure; the slightly tight fabric perfectly showcased her curves, making her even more irresistible.

Judging solely by appearance, this woman was undoubtedly top-tier. However, Kenmei Isayama wore a look of utter disbelief, for in his eyes, she was not a stunning beauty at all, but rather a terrifying demon.

With an extremely high rank, Kenmei Isayama even saw the subspace twisted into indescribable ghostly things beside her. Beside the smooth black veil, many subspace demons exuding terrifying auras were on either side of her. She could even see terrifying vengeful spirits and demons dancing and singing around her.

This scene truly blended holiness and depravity together, and Kenmei Isayama's heart was in his throat.

In his entire career in the Inquisition, Macanos Elfman had never seen anything so terrifying; it defied all common sense.

The woman, with her noble air, sat in the chair with an almost seductive quality. She coughed, and her hoarse voice immediately became melodious and pleasant.

He said in a magnetic voice

"Sorry, it's been a long time since I've spoken in human language."

But when she saw Kenmei Isayama's wary expression, she burst into laughter.

"Don't be so reserved, little one, come here and sit in front of me."

The woman said in a reproachful tone

"My body was created according to your preferences, so why are you so wary?"

She lifted her hands together and then released them; this lifting and releasing motion made the elasticity really bouncy, almost like jelly.

Ah, if it weren't for the fact that circumstances are beyond one's control...

Kenmei Isayama will definitely give a triple denial.

"No, you're lying, I didn't."

"And you should understand that if I wanted to do something to you, do you think you would have any room to resist?"

Staring into those pink eyes, Kenmei Isayama felt increasingly pressured.

He had no choice but to silently walk over to the woman and sit in the empty chair opposite her.

The floor was covered with a carpet made of the fur of some unknown creature, and gleaming silver tableware, candles, and vibrant flowers were neatly arranged on the dining table.

"I liked you at first sight; it felt like I had my own child."

Looking at Kenmei Isayama so close at hand, the wicked woman smiled seductively and said...

"Be my Chaos Champion, and I'll grant you any request."

Her tone was somewhat sad.

"Although you are very weak now, so weak that I can only use a projection weakened by tens of thousands of times to meet you."

"But I will have my strongest warriors teach you martial arts."

"Yes, he is the son of your human empire's emperor."

Chapter 119 The Blood God's Wrath Against the Lord of Pleasure

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"The emperor's son is here to teach me?"

The woman's words sounded like a joke, but Kenmei Isayama knew she wasn't joking; she meant it.

The disdain in his eyes for the emperor, the arrogance of being above all other life forms, and the superhuman evil spiritual power all indicated that Kenmei Isayama had hit the jackpot in the box.

Holy crap, he's met a true god.

Kenmei Isayama sighed. If he wasn't mistaken, the smiling, charming older sister in front of him was S-chan, one of the four evil gods of the subspace.

Slaanesh, Lord of Pleasure.

Moreover, he was so fond of him that he insisted on having Kenmei Isayama go back with Him to be chosen by Slaanesh. Chosen refers to individual humans who are most favored by the four evil gods of the Warp.

They will be blessed and receive great power from the evil gods.

This kind of honor can only be obtained by a very small number of humans, and the threshold is quite high. For example, Kenmei Isayama's mentor, Ahriman, whom he had never met, was the chosen one of the "God of Deception," Nyonya Ganji.

Well, it mainly depends on the evil god himself. If they truly like you, they can even ascend to demonhood and be blessed by 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 an evil god sounds like a good thing, but there's actually nothing more terrifying than that.

Those who fall into the forces of chaos, don't they all look like aliens?

The entire Deathguard Legion surrendered to Nurgle, the Plague Lord, and collectively transformed into inhuman, grotesque "stinking cans." Their power armor became living beings, merging with the flesh of Astartes. The power armor had mouths, and the breath they exhaled when they opened their mouths was a deadly plague.

The situation on Slaanesh's side wasn't much different. Many of those who received Slaanesh's bounty would have their faces change. Some would have faces that resembled Slaanesh's mounts or beasts, possessing extremely bizarre faces and long, slender tongues long enough to pull their opponents close and tear them apart.

However, this is considered a general recipient of the blessing. Given Slaanesh's fondness for Kenmei Isayama, the highest honor would undoubtedly be to receive the face of Slaanesh's true form, a change that is irreversible.

Most importantly, one of the characteristics of the Slaanesh divinity is hermaphroditism, so the most common assimilation mutations among Slaanesh champions are...

Hermaphroditic!

Kenmei Isayama can accept the mutation that he has one breast that is erect and the other that is flat like a man's. Furthermore, whether he has a certain organ is still a question.

Thinking of this, Kenmei Isayama couldn't help but shudder; the scene was too beautiful to imagine.

This terrible erosion was something even the emperor's son could not resist, yet Kenmei Isayama was able to withstand it.

The Emperor, the ruler of the human empire, had only twenty-one sons. These demigods were created through complex genetic engineering based on the Emperor's own genes, hence they were called Primarchs.

The Empire's current vast territory, spanning the entire galaxy, is entirely thanks to these Primarchs leading their respective chapters in their conquests.

The empire prospered because of these genetic archetypes, and it also naturally declined because of them.

Just as the Great Crusade was drawing to a victorious close, Horus, who had just been promoted to Warmaster, defected to Chaos and betrayed the country. Not long after, eight other Primarchs also joined his side.

This led to the outbreak of a massive civil war within the empire known as the Horus Rebellion.

Kenmei Isayama felt that this was seriously flawed in the way emperors raised their children.

The rebellion launched by the emperor's eight sons, which massacred the loyalists, was carried out with firepower far exceeding that of ordinary extermination orders against these brothers who were usually as close as brothers. The loyalists suffered heavy losses.

Even the Emperor himself died from irreparable injuries while personally killing his rebellious son Horus, whom he had just bestowed the title of "War General." He relied on exploiting a bug to sit on the Golden Throne, suppressing his own ascension to godhood, and was never able to stand up again.

This is why the Chaos forces like to call the Emperor or Corpse Emperor. The Emperor is like a corpse, and this is a very fitting description of his current state.

Thus began the decline of the human empire, bringing it to the brink of destruction.

However, Kenmei Isayama, as a member of the Inquisition, knew even more; in fact, the Emperor...

Of the original twenty Primarchs, only a handful of the loyal ones remain.

The Imperial side confirmed the deaths of Primarch Ferrus of the Iron Hand and Primarch Saint Gilles of the Blood Angels.

The original of the White Scar went missing in the Dark Eldar Web.

The Primarch of Emperor's Fist was besieged by the Chaos Chapter during the Black Holy War, and his fate is unknown; his subordinates only found his hands.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines, Regent Guilliman, has been slit in the throat and is now in a slumber within a force field. This is a top secret of the Empire, and Kenmei Isayama, as an Inquisitor, has no authority to know it.

The Primarch of the Dark Angels, the Lion King, lies dormant in the Stone Fortress and is unlikely to awaken.

Leaving aside the tragic fate of the Primarchs of the Empire, the Primarchs of Chaos are living quite comfortably.

Currently, six of the emperor's sons have ascended to become "supreme" demon princes among the four evil gods of the warp, all living comfortably in their respective realms within the Eye of Terror, occasionally venturing out for some activities.