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Chapter 224 224: Slaanesh: Actually, I Just Want a Child

Goal = 500 Powerstones.

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Slaanesh's eerie pupils twitched. "A mere illusion. The true Emperor remains trapped upon the Throne."

"Are you sure? It hasn't been that long since Nurgle's Garden was burned down."

Slaanesh gazed at the mortal before Her. She knew that killing this human might not be difficult, but the cost behind it was incalculable.

Drawing the Emperor's full attention on her.

After some thought, Slaanesh's oppressive aura unexpectedly and gradually retracted.

She truly could not understand what this human, who had painstakingly broken into Her bedchamber, was plotting.

Could it really just be to steal some gold, and then take out this Crone Sword only to give it right back?

She would never be able to understand Zeke.

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Of course She would never understand Zeke.

After all, no one could have anticipated that deep within Zeke's inventory, the Transmutation Table had already recorded the final Crone Sword.

This weapon, entirely unique in the entire universe, had already become a mass-produced item that could be casually replicated at will in Zeke's eyes.

Whether Slaanesh killed him or not, the outcome was already set in stone.

Zeke was still apologizing profusely, but his heart was as calm as still water.

Slaanesh put the Crone Sword away, waving Her hand to hide it in a secure location within the fortress.

The next instant, space distorted, and a suffocating scent drilled into his nasal cavity. Slaanesh was already pressed against Zeke's ear like a phantom.

Even with the Bottle o' Sanity buff, Zeke could still feel a certain warm, sickly-sweet touch licking at his soul.

To be honest, Slaanesh was highly interested in the human before Her. Killing him outright would be a pity; it wouldn't be too late to kill him after playing with him for a bit first.

"Promise me one thing, and I will let you leave." Slaanesh's words rang by Zeke's ear.

"Let's hear it." Zeke grew alert, calmly pulling away to create some distance.

What Zeke never expected was that this god would actually display a kind of shyness. Her eyes revealed a spine-chilling yearning: "I want a child."

The clamor in the entire grand hall came to an abrupt halt.

Fulgrim, who had retreated outside the door, widened his obsidian eyes. A flame called jealousy danced madly in his heart.

Zeke froze in place. Due to extreme shock, his brain went blank for a brief moment.

Is this right? This is not right! Also, if she wants a child, what does that have to do with me?

But quickly, Zeke saw through this disguise and realized the essence of the problem.

When Slaanesh said She wanted a child, She meant She wanted to breed a child using the same method he used to breed the Necrons?

Zeke fell silent. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.

Slaanesh definitely wasn't overflowing with maternal love; She wanted to create a god!

As everyone knew, creating a creature with a Warp essence was not easy.

Take the Emperor's masterpiece of 21 Primarchs, for example. In order to cultivate these demigods, the Emperor had once cooperated with the four Chaos Gods of the Warp.

Who knew the Emperor would play dirty and just run off with the 21 Primarchs? This was exactly what caused the four Chaos Gods to try so desperately to corrupt the Primarchs later on; after all, the Primarchs belonged partly to them to begin with.

From the above, it's not hard to see that creating a Warp demigod requires paying a bitter price.

If Slaanesh wanted to give birth to a complete, miniature Slaanesh god, She would inevitably have to split off a massive portion of Her own authority or energy.

But the Breeding Tower was different.

Zeke dared to conclude that if two Daemon Princes were put together, they could produce a little Daemon Prince without paying any price. This was practically creating gods out of thin air.

Thinking of this scenario, Zeke immediately understood Slaanesh's scheme.

If he agreed, She could spawn countless little Slaaneshes. When that time came, among the four Chaos Gods of the Warp, Slaanesh would reign supreme alone.

He absolutely could not agree to Slaanesh's request. He couldn't take the blame for something this massive.

That's what Zeke thought in his heart, but he decided to play along with Slaanesh first.

"Are you sure I have that much capability?" Zeke asked.

Slaanesh waved a hand. Within a projection formed by pink smoke, the image of the Necron Breeding Tower stood tall.

If it weren't for the fact that the area was blocked by the Null Field Matrix, preventing Warp corruption, Slaanesh would have even wanted to go there personally.

"Seems you've really done your homework." Zeke sneered. "May I ask, who is the father of the child?"

Deliberately using words to stall for time, a bottle of Godblight appeared in Zeke's hand, and he downed it in one gulp.

After hearing this question, Slaanesh looked straight at Zeke. Zeke looked behind himself; there was no one there.

He suddenly felt his scalp tingle. "I should remind you, the breeding method I can provide works best with two creatures of the exact same species."

For Slaanesh, who the father was didn't matter. What She wanted was the result, not the process.

Slaanesh withdrew Her gaze and looked at the crowd of Her followers at the door.

Her most favored Daemon Prince, Fulgrim, stepped forward without hesitation.

Fulgrim felt incredibly excited, his body constantly writhing.

Amidst his excitement, a question suddenly popped into his mind: since the child was being born through the means of this human before him, was the child's father actually him, or Zeke?

He couldn't help but feel a bit like he was being cuckolded.

The effect of the Godblight had already appeared in Zeke's status bar. In a little while, he would be able to directly turn into Spectator Mode and make his grand escape.

"Well?" Slaanesh asked for Zeke's thoughts. She genuinely harbored the idea of creating a little Slaanesh.

If She truly succeeded, She would no longer be the weakest of the four Chaos Gods of the Warp. The entire universe would become Her plaything.

Imagine an era belonging to Slaanesh:

The stupid blue bird stuck in the Well of Eternity, toyed with at will;

Nurgle's Garden filled with syphilis, AIDS, and other symbols of debauchery;

And Khorne bound to the Brass Throne, along with the Emperor sitting upon the Golden Throne, both reduced to playthings selling their bodies for Her amusement.

This ultimate pleasure, surpassing all sensory limits, caused Slaanesh's vessel to tremble slightly with excitement.

As long as the human before Her agreed, all of this would be well within reach.

Under Slaanesh's greedy gaze, Zeke's original thought of escaping was extinguished.

Slaanesh was gambling.

It wasn't that the Dark Prince Slaanesh was unaware of Zeke's danger. The mentality this human held toward the Warp was one of absolute hostility.

But Zeke's ability to create gods out of thin air was simply too tempting—so tempting that the Chaos God decided to temporarily overlook a bit of risk.

Slaanesh dared to gamble, and Zeke dared to gamble as well.

"I accept. A lady who wants a child... how could a kind-hearted person like me refuse such a plea for help?"

Zeke agreed. His brain spun rapidly, and a perfect plan gradually took shape.

An opportunity to have a Chaos God personally enter the Breeding Tower was incredibly rare.

Furthermore, the final prize of this gamble was truly generous: an infant Warp deity.

Slaanesh's face revealed an exaggerated and fake expression of surprise.

She attempted to peer into Zeke's true thoughts using Her all-pervasive psychic energy. However, the effect of the Bottle o' Sanity blocked this prying.

Slaanesh could not see through Zeke. This unknown actually made the Chaos God feel an unprecedented sense of pleasure.

Zeke joined this gamble. The difference was, he was joining as the dealer.

And the dealer never loses.

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