Chapter 999 The Plan Begins

What's the noise?

The God Emperor frowned and looked around the Golden Throne. Ferrus was leading the Cursed Legion to block the blood that Slaanesh unconsciously flowed out, which was quite like fighting a flood and rescuing a disaster.

The palace of indulgence, which was both Slaanesh's pleasure nest and a part of her body, trembled violently, and the entire wall woven of flesh and skin was pierced by souls and bones.

Iniered?

The God Emperor was surprised by the figure that appeared in the gap in the wall. How could this weak god of death suddenly stand up?

Is there something wrong with the Eldar again? What a trouble.

The God Emperor was annoyed by Iniered's activity. Although he also wanted to see the spectacular scene of Slaanesh, the madman, being killed, he had to admit that Slaanesh had helped him a lot in recent decades, and he couldn't let Slaanesh get into trouble at this time.

After making a decision, the God Emperor reluctantly took out some of his energy and stretched out a hand towards Iniered. The god of death sensed the God Emperor's action, turned back with a grim smile and slashed at the God Emperor.

The blade made of death tore open the chaotic and entangled subspace, just like a deep rift in the earth. When the hole appeared, the subspace energy on both sides also rushed into the gully like a waterfall.

Interesting.

Facing Iniaid's attack, the corners of the Emperor's mouth slightly raised, which was undoubtedly a mockery in Iniaid's eyes.

The blade cut the center of the Emperor's palm, and did not cut it in half as Iniaid thought.

"Why is this?"

The Emperor did not answer Iniaid's question. In a sense, he can also be called the God of Death of mankind. The two gods are similar in nature.

Seeing that the attack failed, Iniaid accelerated his escape, but he had just awakened, and the power of many dead souls was still scattered in the subspace and had not been absorbed. Even if the Emperor only used a small part of his power at this time, it was enough to suppress Iniaid under the throne.

"No! No!" Seeing the hand of the God-Emperor getting closer and closer to him, Inieid was unwilling and his face was grim. As long as Slaanesh was alive, his divinity would be a cruel torture.

This was as cruel as tying Khorne tightly to a chair and making him watch a bloodless and warless baby cartoon.

As long as he could get to that place.

Just as the God-Emperor was about to catch Inieid, two laughs rose in his ears.

One sounded noisy and made the God-Emperor feel like he was in a lively circus.

The other sounded mocking and disdainful, making the God-Emperor's long-suppressed anger about to explode.

The Terra Palace was invaded again, and the Harlequin Troupe appeared out of thin air through the webway. They laughed and danced and ran straight towards the throne room. The guards in charge of protection stood in front of them, staring at these troupe members in flowery clothes with hatred.

"Last time you came uninvited! What do you want to do this time!" Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guards, shouted. He held a power halberd and disemboweled a laughing clown. "Get out of Terra! Otherwise, leave your body behind!"

The clowns were not afraid of the Imperial Guards' shouting, and still attacked the Imperial Guards with their dancing-like martial arts.

It can be seen that these clowns are quite elite, and even the Imperial Guards, whose strength is second only to the Primarch, can hardly stop all of them.

"The ultimate joke! The ultimate fun!" A one-man who plays Slaanesh in the troupe shouted in the palace in a pretentious tone, and the sound hurt the ears of the God Emperor.

Is the Laughing God Xilego going to watch Slaanesh die? Does this damn clown completely ignore the serious consequences of Slaanesh's demise?

When the God Emperor was angry, an even more annoying voice sprayed into the ears of the God Emperor through the operation of the Golden Throne.

"Hehe. Failure."

Several parts deep inside the throne twisted and collapsed, and the many fragments stirred the performance of the golden throne, making it more and more unstable. The huge collision sound even stirred up the golden clouds on the dome of the throne room.

The God Emperor had no choice but to focus more on stabilizing the throne. He must not let the endless hatred and pain contained in it be released on Terra.

"You bastards!" The God Emperor roared, condensed his palm into a golden spear and threw it at Iniede's back.

Even if he couldn't catch him back, nailing him to death in the warp would be a solution to the problem.

The spear passed very far, like a burning meteor, and when it pierced Iniede, the God Emperor found something wrong.

What was in front of him was not a chaotic warp, but a large cloth painted to look like the warp!

"I fooled you~ I'm sorry, but my jokes can't be complete without this new actor~" Xilego poked his head out from behind the big cloth, and his exaggerated smile made the God Emperor's anger rise.

Xilego pretended to comfort the God Emperor, then quickly fled with the big cloth draped over him. At this time, the only thing that could follow him was the God Emperor's threat.

"If Slaanesh goes wrong! You will all be eaten by him!"

Xilego smiled, he didn't take this threat to heart.

Slaanesh, floating in the wreckage of Agrippina's forge world, was half asleep and half awake. She vaguely sensed something, but was too lazy to listen too carefully. She was immersed in her own fantasies and couldn't extricate herself.

Ah. So this is what it feels like to be full.

Touching her round belly, Slaanesh couldn't help but sigh. She had eaten the gods of the Eldar in the Pantheon before, but those gods who had been abandoned by the Eldar for a long time did not have much divinity in their bodies. Only some old-fashioned people would choose to believe in the gods of the Pantheon during that period of indulgence.

Eating these gods felt like biting a few bites of grapes, which tasted fresh but not enough to fill the stomach. But Khorne's bite really fed Slaanesh sick.

Slaanesh felt his stomach was burning, as if it was filled with chili water. Slaanesh spit out a few mouthfuls, turned over, and then bit his fingers and thought about what other gods would taste like.

Dear has always had a good appetite, Slaanesh thinks he should learn a thing or two.

"Ah. I want to eat the God Emperor. I want to eat Nurgle. I want to eat Tzeentch. I want to cook Khorne carefully."

Thinking about it, Slaanesh became greedy again, and while sucking, he wondered for some reason: What would I taste like?

Slaanesh bit off her finger and savored it carefully. Because she was so full, she didn't swallow it, but spit it out after chewing it until she got bored.

"Hmm. It's delicious." Slaanesh laughed a few times, thinking about making a few dishes for her dear after she recovered her energy.

Slaanesh squeezed her chest, which contained the source of her most primitive desire.

"How about using it to make soup?"