In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 225: Inviting the Prey into the Snare

Under Slaanesh’s urging gaze, Zeke began to construct a breeding room.

This time, Zeke’s construction speed was much slower than when he was with the Necrons. He buried a few hidden mechanisms within the room, adding many specialized items.

On the roof of the breeding room, a ring of mechanical arms was hidden using slabs. As long as they were activated via a controller, they would throw out whatever Zeke had placed inside them.

Zeke loaded each mechanical arm with a Splash Potion of Poison 255, along with an ample supply of Poké Balls.

The walls of the breeding room were also much thicker than usual, interspersed with a layer of Blackstone to suppress Warp energy to the greatest possible extent.

Finally, Zeke placed a block of TNT enchanted with Infinity 50 in the corner. This was Zeke’s last resort. If everything failed, he would at least use the TNT to blow this breeding room to pieces; he could absolutely not leave it for Slaanesh.

This was a breeding room, but it was also a cage.

"Great Lord of Lust, this human does not look very honest," Fulgrim whispered into Slaanesh’s ear.

Slaanesh let out a frivolous, low chuckle and stroked Fulgrim’s jaw, causing Fulgrim to shiver.

Of course Slaanesh knew the human before Her wasn’t playing fair, but this was Her domain. Even if She gave this human the first move, what kind of waves could he possibly make?

If She couldn’t outplay this human in Her own home, Slaanesh felt She might as well pack up and roll out of the Warp early.

Will I win? Yes, I will!

Slaanesh thought to Herself.

"Alright, it’s just about done." Zeke finished the construction. The breeding room wasn’t difficult to build to begin with—it was still the same old setup of beds and doors. It was only the added mechanisms that took up a bit of time.

Zeke opened the wooden door and made an inviting gesture.

Slaanesh and Fulgrim walked in without any reservations.

"It’s best not to destroy any of the layout inside the room. Otherwise, if the breeding fails, don’t blame me for not warning you," Zeke warned, crossing his arms over his chest.

As for whether this warning would work, Zeke could only hope for the best, or else he’d have to initiate Plan B and run for his life.

Decadent, sensual sounds that could make the Warp boil soon emanated from the breeding room. A pink mist seeped out through the windows, wrapping the entire building into a cocoon brimming with desire.

Slaanesh was trying to confuse Zeke’s judgment, hoping to make him miss his window of opportunity to strike.

But She was still too naive. Zeke stared at his minimap: there were two red dots inside the breeding room.

Zeke didn’t need his eyes or any other senses to confirm it. The moment a third red dot appeared on the map, it would be time to act.

In the meantime, Slaanesh’s followers closed in around Zeke.

The daemons known as Masques stepped with an agile, bewitching footwork that could drive mortals mad. These creatures were created by Slaanesh with the goal of being the most perfect dancers in the entire universe.

And their dancing skills were indeed extraordinary; the dance was not only exquisitely beautiful but also confounded reality, drawing in the souls of any onlookers.

Synessa whispered from the shadows, her voice like poisoned wine slathered in honey, trying to drill into the crevices of Zeke’s soul to find a single flaw.

These Slaaneshi followers used every trick in the book, attempting to interfere with Zeke.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zeke cast a contemptuous glance at the throngs of Slaaneshi creatures dancing madly around him, and snorted coldly in his heart.

The figures of these monsters and freaks weren’t even as plump as Cow; they completely failed to catch his eye.

During this standoff, Zeke accessed the Transmutation Table, exchanged for the Crone Sword that Slaanesh held, and combined it with the Reaper’s Scythe on the crafting grid within his sophisticated backpack, upgrading it to the third stage.

Time ticked by, minute by minute, second by second. Just when Zeke was starting to feel that it was taking unnervingly long, a baby’s cry erupted from deep within the breeding room.

A massive psychic shockwave swept across the entire dimension, delivering a numbing blow to the shadows of all living souls.

The Masques dancing around Zeke ground to a halt, their masks unable to conceal their shock.

It wasn’t just them; the gazes of all Slaaneshi followers were seized by some unseen force, all turning uniformly toward the house Zeke had built.

The cry was like a crack of thunder tearing through a dark sector of space, its commotion echoing into every corner of the Warp.

The other three Chaos Gods all took notice of this monumental shift.

Khorne, who had once snatched food from Slaanesh’s jaws, was the first to react. An army led by Greater Daemons charged toward Slaanesh’s domain.

The other two did not yield either. Curious eyes flickered in the shadows, while Nurgle’s plague legions dragged their rotting husks and began to infiltrate the area.

The third group to sense the shift was the Eldar in the material universe.

The Dark Eldar in Commorragh and Yvraine’s Ynnari forces were all brought to the verge of tears. Because their souls were branded by Slaanesh, they intuitively sensed that something had happened.

It felt as if everything had returned to their race’s deepest, darkest moment—the time when the Eldar’s depravity and madness led to Slaanesh’s birth, destroying the Aeldari Empire in a single stroke.

"What in the world did he do?" Yvraine felt the rhythm of her soul.

Originally, as long as an Eldar’s soul was exposed in the material universe, it would constantly be pulled toward Slaanesh, threatening to be devoured by Her at the slightest misstep.

But now, another newborn force had appeared, tearing at their souls.

These two forces actually showed a trend of canceling each other out, though unfortunately, the newly emerged force was a bit too weak.

Yvraine knew this was absolutely Zeke’s doing. She looked up at Commorragh’s sky, veiled in eternal shadows, and immediately decided to return to consult the Farseer about the meaning of this.

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At the Palace of Pleasure,

"Wait, the human moved! Stop him quickly!"

When the third red dot popped up on the minimap, Zeke had already dashed forward, springing into action.

Knowing he was snatching food right out of Slaanesh’s mouth, Zeke preemptively applied every buff he could on himself, pulled out the Valkyrie control button, and activated the mechanical arms inside the breeding room.

Inside the breeding room, the mechanical arms extended, raining Potion of Poison 255 down like scattering petals, blanketing the entire area.

Fulgrim leaned against the wall, looking with some trepidation at Slaanesh’s hands.

There, held in Her hands, was a miniature version of Slaanesh. This infant form looked somewhat lethargic; lacking a fixed physical shape, it resembled an entity of pure energy.

Slaanesh tightly gripped the infant before Her. The infant struggled continuously, sensing the impending terror.

Slaanesh trembled all over, reaching a climax of excitement.

Bang! The door was violently smashed open, and Zeke barged in.

"You are too late." Slaanesh’s voice echoed with overlapping layers of surprise, excitement, and anticipation.

She grabbed the infant Slaanesh by the throat and shoved it directly into Her own massive maw.

Just like billions of years ago, when She was born from the greedy desires of the Eldar and devoured the deities of the Eldar Pantheon one by one.

She had never intended to raise any child. Her only goal was to turn this infant—who possessed Her exact same authority—into the nourishment for Her own evolution.