RoleplayNovel Chapter 004: Have you ever heard of Sally?
Chapter 004: Have you ever heard of Sally?
Clang!
The Carterell infantry laser gun fell to the ground.
Del stared blankly at his hands, a sense of powerlessness washing over him.
Is it over...?
Everything stops here.
I'm so tired...
It felt like I fought Angron for 300 rounds.
In the end, he was nothing more than a clown for others to amuse themselves.
Nothing can be changed.
The pain born from unmet expectations is of exceptional quality.
Looking at the high-spirited Dark Elf race and listening to their unrestrained laughter, Deyan trembled, his mouth agape, his shoulders hunched, and his hands on the ground, like a wild dog drenched by a torrential downpour.
But beneath the rain, anger was also building.
If you die here, you won't even have a tombstone.
Do not!
Stray dogs don't need graves; they can just run wild until they rot!
"Ah..." Yulia closed her eyes, a blush of intoxication spreading across her face. "A rich tapestry of pain, a base of despair leaping with the spiciness of anger, mixed with resentment towards fate, an unforgettable experience, captivating all who behold it."
"Much better than the governor of Mudonia."
"That guy just howls and cries, as monotonous as plain water."
Upon hearing this, Deyang clenched his fists, supporting himself on the ground.
"Where did that arrogance go? Keep it up. I still prefer your unruly side." Yulia looked down at Deyan with a victorious air of scrutiny.
Deyan laughed, then looked up again; his eyes held no fear, only madness.
When you can't win a game of chess no matter what you do, you might as well flip the chessboard over and smash it on your opponent's head.
Do you think you won?
Yulia frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably irritated.
The answer is obvious.
Don't worry, I won't kill you.
Among the wild monkeys, you're quite interesting.
I'm going to take you back to Gamor and hand you over to the Bloodlust to be reformed.
Hmm, I've come up with a lot of brilliant ideas, want to know them?
"Humans are not monkeys!" Deyan's voice was firm, his face full of determination. "You really don't learn your lesson. You clearly experienced it once before. How the Eldar Empire was destroyed, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
Weakness is not an obstacle to survival; arrogance is.
"How dare you, a filthy human, criticize the great Eldar!" Yulia's face darkened, and she was about to teach Deyan a lesson when she was drawn to Deyan's strange behavior.
Deyang sneered, spread his arms, clasped his hands together in a fist, looked up to the sky in prayer, his gaze seemingly piercing through the curtain of reality and reaching the highest heavens.
"The flawless lord of pleasure, the pure and noble Salissa..."
The words "Lord of Pleasure" were like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely searing into the depths of the souls of all the Dark Eldar!
It burned them so badly they screamed and cried out in pain.
For these black sprouts whose souls are connected to Slaanesh, Slaanesh is the most terrifying nightmare.
Deyan merely uttered His name, and the black bean sprouts present were terrified.
They no longer cared about elegance and decorum, and fled in a disheveled state, using both hands and feet to scramble and crawl.
Chaos reigned on the bridge.
Screams were deafening.
The level of chaos was comparable to Gu Li's birthday party.
"Ugh!"
"You're crazy!"
"Damn it, stop him!"
Yulia's pupils contracted, and her heart skipped a beat.
This human in front of me actually knows such a taboo.
The battle-hardened Bloodthirsty Witch finally panicked and tried to kill Deyan, but it was too late.
"...I have severed all ties and betrayed the false empire!"
"Using my soul as a bargaining chip to gain Mi's attention!"
In the 40K era, when warp activity was rampant, a single thought could corrupt the warp, let alone someone like Dejan calling out the name of an evil god.
Doing this among a bunch of black bean sprouts is tantamount to shoving a video call in Sinai's face.
There's no reason not to answer.
As soon as he finished speaking, an indescribable, overwhelming will cast its gaze upon him.
The chaotic rift tears open the curtain of reality.
Wherever the tides of the subspace reach, corruption follows like a shadow.
Dejan was the first to be affected.
"Ughhhhhh—"
Screams are no longer within the realm of human beings.
It was both painful and pleasurable.
The senses are confused and distorted.
Within sight, the flowing, vibrant colors exude a sweet fragrance, yet bring a searing, soul-crushing pain.
A grand, magnificent, yet fragmented symphony drilled into the skull, the cold deck transformed into countless delicate, warm licks, the pain of broken ribs turned into a tingling pleasure that shot straight to the brain, it felt as if countless living things were wriggling and multiplying under the skin, trying to break out of the body, muscle fibers were joyfully torn and reassembled, and the bones emitted pleasurable groans and deformed cries.
Deyang knelt on the ground, his body twitching and twisting like a broken marionette, emitting inhuman hoarse sounds.
A chaotic torrent swept over all the Dark Eldar.
The self-proclaimed noble black bean sprouts let out a shrill scream the moment they came into contact with it, as if their souls were being pierced by thousands of barbs, turned into nourishment and instantly extracted by that will.
In the midst of extreme sensory overload, one finds refuge in Slaanesh's embrace.
It became a negligible source of sustenance.
There is only one exception—Yulia!
"No!!!" She fought back desperately, but the shield on her body shattered like paper in the face of the chaotic energy.
Yulia was filled with deep regret.
If the black bean sprouts' intestines are not green.
She never expected that Deyang, whom she regarded as a plaything, would dare to summon an evil god to self-destruct.
At this point, she had to admit that she had underestimated Deyang.
They also underestimated humanity.
Humans can unleash amazing resilience when faced with dire circumstances.
What should have been an easy and enjoyable raid turned out like this. Not only did they fail to meet the governor's KPIs, but they also risked their lives.
This kid should be killed immediately!
Julia stared at Dejan with eyes full of resentment.
Looking at the wiped-out Black Sprouts and Yulia, who was also struggling to hold on, Deyan felt a surge of vengeful pleasure. Even though he was about to collapse, he still forced himself to keep talking: "Take a deep breath, it's normal to feel dizzy."
Yulia gritted her teeth.
Dejan was happy, but that's where the problem lies.
Slaanesh is the god who controls desire and pleasure.
It sounds like an 18+ god.
Their abilities are borderline, and their combat strength is average.
In reality, the area He governs is vast.
He is also the god of pleasure in a broader sense.
Gluttony, lust, vanity, greed, power, sloth…
Any ultimate desire you wish to achieve is within the scope of His power.
This naturally includes the thrill of revenge.
The moment pleasure is experienced, Dejan's soul is pulled into a mental illusion.
Yulia was also caught up in it.
In that space filled with confusion, distortion, and pleasure, Dejan's self-awareness was gradually stripped away, dominated by primal desires, and uncontrollably entangled with Julia's soul.
A fusion that transcends physical boundaries and belongs to the realm of the soul.
Slaanesh's corruption was rampant between the two.
This pushed the two of them to the extreme of depravity.
If I had to describe it...
They were so engrossed in their lovemaking that they knew nothing of heaven and earth.
The illusion of the mind has no concept of time; only the echo of the steel imprint of the heart being punctured remains.
clang!clang!clang!
[Heart Steel Layer +1]...
[Health Points +1]...
The last vestige of consciousness realized something was wrong, but Deyan couldn't refuse.
That was so awesome!!!
Smoking, drinking, and staying up late are harmful to health, but most people still can't resist them.
He faced far more temptations than that.
On second thought, falling into chaos and embracing Slaanesh isn't so bad.
Eternal pleasure can be obtained by paying only a small price.
Who doesn't like a tall, beautiful, mature woman with a great figure?
It's just giving up your soul.
How about... we change it?
Amidst seductive gasps and intoxicating pleasure, Deyan struggled, embracing the succubus's delicate body.
A lifetime of scenes begins to flash before my eyes.
His life was imperfect, but it was full of warmth.
Earth Online is a terrible game; it has models but no economy.
The two veteran players who got him hooked not only secretly put him on mortgage and car loan payments, but also turned into stress monsters, constantly putting him under pressure. However, the joystick they gave him was really fun.
It's a pity the joystick is still there, but the old players are nowhere to be seen.
From now on, all that will remain is nostalgia.
The fall into chaos might even make those two veteran players forget about it.
Do not!
No!
Anything is fine, but not these two!!!
What if there's a chance to go back?
In a world where God exists, anything is possible.
Just as he was about to lose all sense of direction, clarity began to return to Deyan's eyes.
"Get out, get out of here!!!"
……
In the deepest part of the highest heavens.
The kingdom of Slaanesh, rampaging through the fortress.
The two Slaanesh demons who were whispering to each other were dumbfounded.
"Am I blind?"
"That human refused the blessing of our Lord."
"Rely on willpower!!!"