pjbooks Chapter 75 I'm going to have something big coming up!
Chapter 75 I'm going to have something big coming up!
On a private island.
An atmosphere of ultimate joy permeated every corner of the party.
Under the influence of the alluring power of Tembezzle—or rather, the chosen one of Slaanesh.
Most of the guests had long since given up thinking and resisting, their eyes glazed over, their bodies entangled, immersed in a frenzy of desire.
However, in this sinking ocean, a small reef still stubbornly resists.
Carl Miller, a senator known for his tough stance and conservatism.
He was clenching his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands gripping the wine glass tightly, his knuckles white from the force.
His moral values and unwavering will are engaged in a fierce battle against the pervasive spiritual pollution.
Tempting whispers echoed in his mind, urging him to abandon his ridiculous insistence and embrace desire.
But the images of his wife and children in his mind, and the bottom line of his faith that he had been taught since childhood, became his last barrier.
"This is depravity! The devil is tempting me!" he cried silently in his heart, trying to dispel the erotic thoughts in his mind with anger.
He even tried to resist by visualizing himself making a wish!
His resistance stood out like a lighthouse in the darkness amidst the atmosphere of collective collapse.
Unfortunately, due to the inherent conflict in their positions, he was unable to establish a spiritual connection with Xu Yuan in a short period of time, and the resistance was minimal.
On the high platform, Termepus, who was indulging in his desires, immediately locked his eyes, which were glowing with a sinister pinkish-purple light, onto Karl, who was completely out of place with his surroundings!
A strange, enigmatic smile curved the corners of his lips.
"Oh? It seems we have a friend who hasn't truly grasped the essence of 'comfort' yet."
Trump's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the frivolous music in the room, reaching everyone's ears, including Senator Carl's.
In an instant, everyone stopped moving.
Their eyes were all fixed on Karl, filled with dissatisfaction at their interrupted pleasure, curiosity, and... aversion to an outsider!
Carlton immediately felt an invisible pressure pressing down on him like a mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Temepus gracefully raised his hand, a wisp of pink light swirling around his fingertips.
"Let me... help you, my dear Karl."
He flicked his fingers lightly.
The pink light was as fast as lightning, instantly disappearing into Karl's brow!
"No--!"
Karl only had time to let out a scream before his whole body began to tremble violently.
Resistance is futile.
The most terrifying aspect of Slaanesh's power is that it doesn't forcibly distort, but rather amplifies!
It accurately located the most subtle, repressed fragments of Karl's innermost desires.
—Perhaps it's an extreme desire for power, perhaps it's a secret fantasy about a certain object, or perhaps it's simply a desire for complete relaxation, which is then amplified to an infinite degree!
Karl's pupils dilated suddenly, and his remaining rationality was instantly overwhelmed by the surging torrent of desire within him.
The expression of struggle and pain on his face disappeared, replaced by an extreme, twisted ecstasy.
He threw down his wine glass, began tearing at his suit, and uttered satisfied yet manic mutterings.
Carl also fell.
He became a slave to desire, yet another lost soul in Slaanesh's revelry.
Even the image of the wish I had conjured up in my mind now seemed incredibly appealing...
Trump watched this scene with satisfaction, feeling the powerful feedback from yet another high-quality soul completely returning to Slaanesh's embrace.
He opened his arms to all the believers below the stage.
"Look! This is the price of resisting happiness! And the ultimate reward of embracing it!" His voice was full of inflammatory rhetoric and seduction. "But this little island, this mere joy of a few hundred people, is far from enough!"
His gaze was fixed on the distance, as if piercing through space and landing on the vast North American continent.
"We must spread this gospel to every corner of that place! Let everyone be freed from the shackles of morality and savor the ultimate taste! When we offer the soul of this entire nation, the crystallization of hundreds of millions of revelries, to our Lord Senna..." Trump walked among the crowd, constantly joining their revelry.
"We will all attain eternity! In the Kingdom of God we dream of, we will enjoy endless joy!"
"Let America be comfortable again!"
Trump was even somewhat jealous of Carl.
The more a soul is able to resist the temptations of desire, the more attention it will receive from the god Slaanesh!
Karl doesn't have to do anything. After the party ends, he can immediately enter Slaanesh's realm and enjoy the favor of the god Slaanesh!
But he needs to sacrifice even more souls to gain the qualification to enter that long-desired divine kingdom...
……
Almost at the same time, on the other side of the world.
White Elephant Kingdom.
The pollution here is world-renowned, and the compassion of the wicked has long been deeply rooted here.
Beside the capital's largest open-air landfill, a massive "mountain of flesh" made up of countless rotting materials, industrial waste, and household garbage is slowly pulsating.
At the heart of the Mountain of Flesh is a low-caste Dalit named Raj who originally lived there.
He spent his life surrounded by filth and plagued by illness, struggling in pain and humiliation.
The power of Nurgle found him, not because of his strength, but because of his very nature, which was perfectly suited to decay.
At this moment, Raj's body had already become one with the giant Nurgle pustule.
He could feel the connection between himself and countless Nurgle Infested beings throughout the region, and he could feel the spread of germs and the decay of life. He immediately let out a low, satisfied murmur, which spread throughout the entire area through the decaying air.
"A loving father loves all life; let us return to the cycle of life..."
There were no vehement declarations, only a silent and resolute spread, like a plague.
Whispers seemed to respond.
"Praise be to our kind father..."
"Praise be to our kind father..."
The entire White Elephant Kingdom, more than half of its population and land, has become Nurgle's chosen land, a vast and ever-expanding plague garden.
Raj is the guardian and the heart of this garden.
His goal is to spread the love of a compassionate father to every corner of this planet...
……
Cherry blossom island nation.
Banae Shichi, a politician known for his extreme right-wing rhetoric and fanatical militaristic tendencies, is standing in front of the Yasukuni Shrine.
A group of equally fervent followers had gathered in front of him.
Unlike Trump's allure and Raj's melancholy.
Shichi Wanai's eyes burned with a pure, blood-red light, and her whole body exuded a chilling aura of killing intent.
Not long ago, the will of Khorne descended upon him, acknowledging his pure and extreme desire for destruction.
"Gentlemen!" Shioichi Sanae's voice was hoarse yet powerful, brimming with strength. "This weak world needs purification! It must be washed clean with blood! Only war can reveal the samurai spirit of my Yamato people! Only slaughter can please the true gods!"
He raised his hands high, and a surge of crimson energy shot into the sky, faintly forming a skull imprint.
"We will rebuild the glory of our island nation! We will build our mound of skulls with the heads of our enemies! We will become the chosen people, offering our blood as the grandest sacrifice to the god of slaughter and war!"
"Battle! Awesome!"
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"
The followers below the stage responded wildly, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
Their eyes began to glow red, and they exuded a violent aura!
Kazumi Shichi, the chosen one of Khorne, wants to turn this island nation into a huge military camp that craves war and death, using endless slaughter to win the favor of its master!
In exchange for the right to enter that divine kingdom!
……
Within the warp, the four gods sensed the negative emotions and souls surging into the warp from the material universe.
"Look, my little darlings have already begun to dance." Slaanesh groaned with satisfaction.
"Grow, spread..." Nurgle buzzed in response.
"Slaughter! Heads! War! Exhilaration!" Khorne's roar was like the drums of war.
Only the cunning one did not act rashly, but quietly observed everything. He had even silently moved his divine kingdom to another location.
"Three idiots!" Tzeentch sneered inwardly.
As the saying goes, "testing the waters with a stone."
Don't forget, that monster is still in the material universe.
He's going to have something big planned!