In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 226: The Incompetent Husband Fulgrim

The infant was swallowed by Slaanesh’s massive maw.

This was not just a physical swallowing; their authorities also began to merge into one. The adult Slaanesh’s power was certainly stronger than the infant’s, so the one being devoured would definitely be the infant—it just needed some time.

"How should I reward you?" Slaanesh hadn’t expected things to progress so smoothly.

Everything went exactly as expected. Given just a little more time, She would be able to digest this infant and subsequently step into a new realm of power.

Slaanesh looked teasingly at Zeke. The infant in Her stomach was constantly struggling with all its might, bringing Slaanesh a trace of pain.

Although the newborn infant was tender and weak, it bore an authority equal to that of the Dark Prince. The infant’s struggles faintly suppressed Slaanesh, bringing Her strength down to a low point.

In Zeke’s eyes, there was only calmness, along with a hint of certain victory.

A trace of unease suddenly arose in Slaanesh’s heart. Why could this human still be so composed? The infant had clearly already been swallowed into Her belly. Could this human possibly cut open Her stomach and take the infant out?

"Activate." Zeke pressed the Valkyrie controller again. The mechanical arms attached to the roof stopped throwing potions and instead began throwing Poké Balls.

A dense barrage of spheres smashed toward Fulgrim and Slaanesh, who was right in the critical phase of transformation.

Poké Balls actually had a very strong trait: creatures hit by them would be thrown into a hard crowd-control stun for a certain period.

In Fulgrim’s eyes, his master Slaanesh suddenly vanished, turning into a streak of red light that shot into a Poké Ball.

At the same time, because of the Poké Ball’s mechanic of only being able to capture one creature at a time, the infant in Slaanesh’s stomach saw the light of day once more.

The spherical ball containing Slaanesh shook violently on the ground. Zeke knew perfectly well that a full-health Slaanesh could not possibly be captured by him; he had to speed up.

Realizing the situation had gone wrong, Fulgrim let out a hiss. The Daemon Primarch recklessly wriggled his serpentine body and lunged at Zeke, attempting to stop his actions.

Zeke tilted his head slightly, looking at Fulgrim in confusion.

He had placed a whole ring of Poké Balls in the mechanical arms, yet not a single one hit. He didn’t know whether to call Fulgrim’s luck good or bad.

Zeke drew the Emperor’s Sword.

The psychic flames, which countered Warp creatures, effortlessly sliced open Fulgrim’s tough scales, cleaving half of the Primarch’s body off.

Zeke had only been chased by Fulgrim earlier because he didn’t want to get tangled up with him. Did Fulgrim actually think he could exchange blows with a fully-buffed Zeke? How naive.

Fulgrim agonized over the burning of the Emperor’s flames, watching Zeke’s actions helplessly like an incompetent husband.

Zeke approached the infant and threw a Poké Ball. The Poké Ball hit the infant, did a 360-degree spin, and stored the infant inside.

"If you come out, there will only be one outcome: being eaten by Slaanesh again," Zeke said in a threatening tone, grabbing the Poké Ball.

The threatening words had some effect; the Poké Ball in his hand stopped shaking.

Just as Zeke showed a trace of joy, the crisp sound of lids popping open rang out in succession. The Poké Ball on the ground used to trap Slaanesh simultaneously released its captive.

The Dark Prince descended back into reality, having never expected to be trapped by such a toy for so long.

She didn’t say much; this kind of silence instead heralded that a terrifying fury was about to pour down.

This human had to die!

"Why couldn’t you just obediently listen?" Zeke looked at the released infant. After all that tossing about, this newborn was already on its last breath.

Since it was unwilling to stay in the Poké Ball, he could only use the second method: depleting the infant’s health to a certain point and forcibly capturing it.

The Poison Potions thrown in the mechanical arms’ first wave had found their use; the infant’s health bar was slowly dropping.

Zeke threw another Poké Ball, attempting to use it to disrupt Slaanesh’s actions once again.

But she was not the one who trips over the same trap twice. The previous success was because Slaanesh had never seen this Poké Ball method before, coupled with the suppression from the infant in Her stomach and other overlapping factors.

And this time, Zeke’s luck clearly wasn’t as good.

"I shall grant you death as your final reward." Slaanesh was enraged; the Totem of Undying floating before Zeke’s eyes was the best proof of that.

"Hmph, you think I’ll hide from your edge?!" Zeke’s voice rose high amidst the flames.

Zeke pulled out the Emperor’s Sword, along with the statue of Magnus that he hadn’t used from his inventory in a long time. Extracting Magnus’s psychic energy and using his own body as a conduit, he forcibly infused this powerful psychic energy into the Emperor’s Sword.

Since the Emperor could burn down Nurgle’s Garden, then by utilizing Magnus’s psychic energy, even if he couldn’t reach the Emperor’s level of intensity, burning down a Palace of Pleasure shouldn’t be difficult.

To the side, Fulgrim stared at the stone statue that was rapidly dimming. That was his brother, the Crimson King, Magnus.

Having not heard news of this brother of his for a long time, it turned out that this Primarch, possessing world-shaking wisdom, had long been reduced to this person’s prisoner.

The flames tore madly through the room, knocking Slaanesh back and further chipping away at the infant’s health bar.

And within this sea of fire, the placed enchanted TNT was also ignited, flashing on and off. The time left for Zeke was running out.

The flames didn’t last too long. With a shattering sound, the psychic energy within Magnus’s stone statue was quickly drained dry.

"Hey Magnus, you were at least qualified to sit on the Golden Throne; how are you so lacking in stamina?" Zeke cursed, withdrawing the Emperor’s Sword and picking up the Reaper’s Scythe instead.

Slaanesh’s pupils violently contracted. The sense of oppression the Reaper’s Scythe gave Her was far greater than that of the Emperor’s Sword; this was a counter etched into destiny itself.

"Ahhhh!" Screams burst from Slaanesh’s throat. The distinct silhouettes of hands bulged from Her slender stomach, which was then ripped open from the inside.

Ectoplasm radiating an iridescent glow gushed out. Several souls broke free, scrambling over one another to pour into the pitch-black Reaper’s Scythe in Zeke’s hands.

"Finally, free..." A faint, almost imperceptible sigh seemed to echo by Zeke’s ear.

Those Eldar souls that had once been devoured by Slaanesh were actually fleeing one after another, wanting to return to their Eldar God of the Dead, Ynnead—which was the Reaper’s Scythe currently in Zeke’s hands.

No wonder it was said that gathering all five Crone Swords would give them a chance to kill Slaanesh; it was a total hard counter!

Slaanesh let out a roar of humiliation, Her trembling hands desperately clutching the breach in Her abdomen.

The power of the Reaper’s Scythe was still not enough. If he had gathered all five to form the complete Reaper’s Scythe, he might have genuinely been able to kill Slaanesh completely today. Zeke secretly thought it was a pity.

He seized the moment of Slaanesh’s paralysis, instantly fusing all the Eldar souls he had harvested in Commorragh earlier into the Reaper’s Scythe in one go.

These souls recognized the greedy god before them; they recognized the chief culprit who had dragged the Aeldari Empire into the abyss of destruction.

The fury of billions of wronged souls turned into nourishment for the Reaper’s Scythe. The scythe’s blade began to mutate, radiating a cold, deadly gleam.

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TL/N:

Author seems to be uploading only 1 Chapter for the past 4 days, if this continues we will have to again go back to 1 Chapter per day again.

Goal = 500 Powerstones.