Chapter 82 82, Skull Offering Gold Seat

This is the incense made by the prince of darkness himself. The appearance of the beautiful things in your heart is just the top note of the fragrance.

As long as you taste the slightest touch from it, you can enjoy endless pleasure, immerse yourself in absolute happiness, and swim in the warmth of sin and flesh - the erotic nightmare beyond imagination, the eternal and dreamy sensory experience is so close in this sultry fragrance. Do you want it? Don't daydream, take action!

Why stop at the heartbeat when you can possess it fiercely? Why satisfy one person when you can have many wives and concubines?

Yes, you are not a vulgar person. You not only love her appearance, but also her inner self; you are eager to open her abdominal cavity and hold the heart that beats for you; you not only love her beauty, but also her taste and her red hot blood.

In addition, you use their screams as songs, paint with blood, and compose your love into moving poems. You play the harp made of your lover's flesh and soul in the middle of the night, recalling every bit of your time together.

Enjoying the melancholy in your heart alone, you are a romantic artist.

The intoxicating fragrance is volatile-

If you want love, they will bring their own pillows and beds; if you want power, they will wear a crown for you... No matter what you want, you can fully realize it in this incense, and it is guaranteed to fall into the abyss of depravity.

This is the demon ascension ceremony organized by Slaanesh for Dukor himself. 666 enchanting and charming succubi have supreme honors. They can play any role in the incense and are willing to be sacrifices for this ceremony.

Yes, these succubi are destined to die.

Fulgrim was convinced of this. In his imagination, these succubi might be strangled, torn into pieces, mashed into pulp in pleasure, or bitten and swallowed.

As long as he could drag the Emperor's second son into the abyss of enjoyment, even if hundreds of millions of succubi were offered as sacrifices, the Lord of Pleasure was willing.

He loved Dukel so much that he would spare no cost.

Unfortunately, this was destined to be his wishful thinking.

The Primarch did not understand his style, but tore apart all the demons who dared to approach without mercy or empathy.

But in this endless killing, he did not fall into the Blood God's castle, just because he was not immersed in blood and killing, and there was no rage in his heart.

All this puzzled Fulgrim.

The crystal was Tzeentch's plan.

Killing was the domain of the Blood God.

The incense was even offered by Slaanesh himself.

The corruption of the gods is so pervasive, but there are incomprehensible variables.

"Fulgrim, you have to be careful, No. 2 is not in the right state now"

"I can feel that he has not set foot in the realm of the gods, but is completely immersed in his own world."

Magnus, who was hanging on Duke's waist, reminded loudly after feeling the state of the Primarch at close range.

But Fulgrim just sneered at his kind reminder,

"Magnus, do you think you have seen the truth again? Brother, every time I think your stupidity has hurt you badly, but the next time we meet, you will tell me that you can be even worse."

"Look at what you look like now, being hung on your waist like a trophy, I really can't imagine what you will become when we meet next time."

Fulgrim mercilessly ridiculed his brother.

He has always been like this, and he can't listen to other people's kind advice. During the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, he wanted to conquer the enemies of the empire with very few troops.

For this reckless act, even the taciturn Primarch No. 2 couldn't help but want to persuade him to put down his arrogance.

But the proud Phoenix of the Empire disdained it and later commented that No. 2 was a hypocritical guy.

After hearing his sarcasm, Magnus fell silent.

At this time, Dukel's swinging of the chainsaw sword suddenly stopped, and the dazzling fire that was too bright to look directly at burst out in his body, and in a blink of an eye, it engulfed all the succubi around him.

His eyes were bright and energetic, and he no longer looked absent-minded before.

The seeds in his heart completely broke out of the ground, and the long-accumulated spiritual energy suddenly rose.

At this moment, he felt better than ever.

The level of spiritual cultivation technology has successfully reached the fourth level at this time.

As early as when he stole the orc network, the bottleneck of spiritual cultivation had loosened, and in the long killing before, his mind was completely immersed in it, which completely broke through this bottleneck.

Dukel clearly felt that at this moment his body and mind were perfectly integrated, and a subtle connection with the Supreme Heaven was established.

And the most obvious manifestation of all this is that his intuition has become extremely accurate. From then on, no matter what kind of illusion he is trapped in, even if he has no will, his body will obey the guidance of his intuition and sweep away all the enemies around him.

During the time when his mind was immersed in breaking through the bottleneck, most demons died in this way, including those succubi of Slaanesh.

The incense prepared by the Dark Prince himself is indeed terrifying, and Fulgrim's grasp of the timing is indeed accurate.

Unfortunately, in the end, the Primarch who relied on intuition to cut people was better.

Fulgrim's body moved like a big snake, and he smeared a poison on his sword that could kill the great Primarch. It was this poison that made Guilliman struggle in death for ten thousand years.

After becoming a demon, his body shape changed the most. His legs were replaced by long snake tails, and his body and face were elongated.

Although his appearance is very strange, there is an eerie perfection to him, and the way he moves puts even the light and elegant Eldar to shame.

The proud phoenix of the empire never returned in its pursuit of perfection, and eventually turned into this corrupt image.

It is undeniable that everyone who sees him can't help but marvel at his perfection, and even feels that the word "perfect" exists just for this body.

But after heartfelt admiration, every creature will fall into fear. This extreme perfection is enough to arouse strong disgust.

His body is alluring, yet avoidable. He is no longer an admired phoenix, but a despised monster.

"Brother, the great second son of the emperor, look at the evil things you have done to me. I worry about you day and night, just so that one day I can make you repay a hundredfold!"

Fulgrim's voice is still as pleasant as before, but it is mixed with the whispers of snakes and has a chilling malice. From time to time, frightening gaps are opened in his body, and the fire of the soul spurts out of them. And out.

"I have been working for the empire and forgot to beat you. Brother, you should really ask Carlos next to you. I guarantee that he has seen me beating you."

The original body looked at his fallen brother and said in a relaxed tone.

"Dukele, it's useless to talk any more. Let's cut off his head! Let's see how long he can keep his stubbornness!"

But just as the two were at war with each other, Magnus's voice sounded slightly abruptly.

He doesn't hold grudges, he wants to avenge them on the spot.

"Well, that's a good idea." Dukel nodded in agreement.

"Cut off my head? It's really humiliating." Fulgrim reached out and touched his neck, but a sickly flush appeared on his face.

"But I'm curious, what are you going to do with my head?"

"Of course it's to bring back the Golden Throne, what else can we do?" Duker felt a chill.

"That's really boring." Fulgrim pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Ten thousand years have passed, and you are still the slave of the false emperor. Brother, do you want to use our heads in exchange for your father's love? Still How pitiful!”

"That's not true." Duker shook his head.

"Maybe the emperor thinks you can still be saved. I'll take you back and make the old man give up completely."

After hearing these words, the noisy Magnus fell silent.

Fulgrim had no intention of chatting anymore. He rushed forward desperately, the sword in his hand drawing a strange arc.