Chapter 159: Revisiting the Six Circles of Seduction
Magnus stood next to Francis, his expression unreadable.
He coughed, attempting to project some authority. "Shouting like this will only confuse the crew. We need a strategic plan, not just slogans—"
Francis turned and clapped Magnus on the shoulder with his rough, massive hand. The blow nearly sent the Primarch stumbling backward.
"Plan? What plan? We orks don't need that rubbish! Charge into the labyrinth and grab da shiniest bits, dat's da best plan! On my command! Let's go, Waaaaaaaagh!"
The entire warship erupted. The ork boyz raised whatever they held and roared in unison.
"Waaaaaaaaagh!"
"Waaaaaaaaagh!"
Magnus said nothing.
Wrapped in immense green energy, the Abyss's Roar charged into the warp like a raging beast.
A low rumble echoed through the psychic storm. The ship disregarded every law of the immaterium, smashing through everything in its path. Energy waves and spatial rifts exploded in its wake. Daemonic howls echoed wherever it passed.
The deafening roar reached even Abaddon in the depths of his mine. He stopped, wiped sweat from his brow, and looked up with envy.
"Magnificent! Sounds powerful! Once I've mined all this iron ore, I'll build a massive warship! Then the destruction of the Imperium will be just around the corner! Hehehe~"
He swung his power pick with renewed enthusiasm, a smile creeping across his face.
We all have a bright future!
A group of Blue Horrors materialized before the Abyss's Roar, fresh from their shift. They paid no attention to the approaching vessel.
"Keep accelerating! Charge straight through!" On the bridge, Francis slammed his ork fists onto the control panel. His roar was deafening.
Boom!
The Abyss's Roar crashed into a horde of daemons roaming the warp. Before the shrieking creatures could dodge, the sharp prow crushed them to pieces.
Daemonic ichor splattered across the void. Scattered fragments of psychic energy transformed into brief flames, deflected by the hull's green luminescence.
"Good shot! Go faster!" Francis roared with wild laughter, brandishing his ork battle axe as if cheering for the warship itself.
The ork boyz below roared with excitement.
"Waaaaaaaagh~"
"Waaaaaaaagh~"
The Abyss's Roar continued its rampage. It smashed through several Chaotic fortresses floating in the void. It even gave a giant void whale an impromptu shave as it thundered past.
Then...a sudden stop!
Bang!
Magnus, already dizzy and disoriented, bumped into the ship's viewport. He'd gotten seasick in the warp.
Before them lay the Six Circles of Seduction!
It was a colossal, ever-shifting structure floating deep within the immaterium. The enormous maze sections emitted dazzling pink radiance. Every turn exuded an aura of temptation and Chaos.
"Boyz! Charge in! Snatch it all! Whoever gets it first keeps it!"
Francis hoisted the helpless, collapsed Magnus over his shoulder and kicked the labyrinth's outer wall.
With a thunderous bang, the wall collapsed. Francis rushed through, laughing wildly.
Magnus, perched on his shoulder, had clearly given up resisting. His face contorted in agony. "My stomach! My stomach!"
They entered the first circle.
The maze was filled with dazzling gold and silver treasures. Countless ornaments, sculptures crafted from gold, treasure chests radiating psychic light, piled up like mountains, shining with incredible brilliance.
The ork boyz immediately pounced on the spoils. They grabbed whatever they could and stuffed it into their arms. A few even started gnawing on the glowing stones.
"Hurry up! All dese shiny bits are ours! Don't leave a single one for dose cowards!" A greenskin ork bellowed and swung a huge metal bar, smashing a beautifully crafted daemonic statue. His companions stuffed the statue fragments and gems into sacks.
"Hehehe! Greedy creatures! You can only..."
Daemons emerged from the treasure with sinister grins. Before they could finish, they froze. Countless greenskin orks clad in Imperial power armor stared back at them.
"Wot da zog is dat? It's just an even uglier, shiny fing!"
"Da boss said to take everyfing 'ere. Does dat mean dem too?"
An ork boy spat and swung a rusty giant axe at the nearest daemon. As the blade slashed through the psychic shield, the daemon let out a high-pitched scream. Before the sound could fade, its head was cleaved in two.
That was awesome!
"Course! Dey're runnin' treasures! Take 'em all!" Another ork shouted and charged, brandishing rope and netting.
The daemons stared in confusion.
They instinctively assumed defensive stances, preparing to unleash psychic attacks. But just as they began to manifest their powers, the orks pounced. Ropes, chains, even golden chains and sacks flew through the air.
"Don't let 'em get away! Dese gitz look valuable!" A greenskin ork laughed, pinned a daemon to the ground, and bound its limbs tightly with rope.
The daemons recoiled in shock.
They had no idea what was happening! Where were they? Who were they? What were they doing?
"What are you doing! This is the labyrinth of the Lord of Excess! Your actions will only bring ruin upon you! You beasts!" The bound daemons roared. They were nothing short of bandits!
With a deafening crash, Francis kicked down another ornate wall of the Six Circles, sending debris flying and dust billowing.
Behind the wall lay an endless array of food and wine, piled like mountains in a spacious banquet hall. The delicacies gleamed with alluring luster. A huge golden barbecue grill exuded mouthwatering aromas. Clear wine swirled gently in tall crystal glasses, its light shimmering dreamlike.
Countless daemonic servants stood in neat rows, prepared to welcome the intruders.
"Welcome, esteemed guests..."
The daemons' voices were deep and honeyed. Before they could finish, a loud bang interrupted them. Huge black sacks dropped over each form.
The orks completely ignored the food and drinks arrayed before them.
Their enormous boots stomped across the brocade carpet, kicking over tables laden with delicacies and wine glasses. The wine sprayed out like fountains, filling the air with its aroma. The greenskins gave it nothing but indifference.
"Wot kind of garbage is dis! Doesn't even look as good as Squig! Practically 'orse piss!" An ork kicked away a golden goblet filled with crimson wine, muttering to himself.
"Let's go! There's only trash 'ere! We don't want trash! Keep chargin' wiv me! Waaaaaagh!" Francis roared.
Rumble~
The ork boyz crashed through wall after wall like a tidal wave, kidnapping all the living creatures!
Before the fantasies could fully manifest, the ork boyz had already vanished.
The daemons, carried on shoulders, watched in disbelief. Their opponents remained utterly unaffected by the illusions within the Circle of Paramountcy. Yet those same opponents still managed to pry off even the floor tiles.
When they reached the Circle of Vainglory, the opponents urinated everywhere, burning all the beautiful flowers to death and turning the pristine streams into foot-washing basins.
The daemons were furious. This was blasphemy against the Lord of Excess!
Damn them!
The final section was an endless beach. The atmosphere seemed somewhat listless.
As expected, the Lord of Excess's trial was not so simple. They were all going to perish here!
"Hahaha!" The daemons let out triumphant laughter.
Francis turned to look at them, frowning. "Looks like you lot are still pretty energetic!"
For some reason, the daemons tensed. An indescribable panic gripped them.
"I see everyone looks so tired. 'Ow about we play a game of football? Let's see 'oo kicks to da finish line first! Da winner gets one of my teef!"
The ork boyz, who'd been hunched over in exhaustion, became instantly excited and roared. "Waaaaaaaaagh!"
The daemons were indifferent, until they noticed the ork boyz' gazes fixed directly on them.
As the greenskins made their next move, the daemons screamed in terror.
What are you planning to do?
"We would rather die than be humiliated! The Lord will avenge us! No!"
The daemons, bound into balls, flew through the air. Just as they were about to land, an ork boy kicked again.
"You beasts! You're mistreating prisoners! Damn you! No! I have hemorrhoids! Aaaaaah!" The daemons roared in agony.
Francis, walking behind, watched this scene and sighed. "This is probably what youth is all about!"
At the end of the Circles, a massive palace appeared before them.
The palace was a nightmare-like structure with chaotic architecture that exuded mesmerizing beauty. Its spire pierced the void of the warp, wreathed in fluorescent purple psychic flames. Its walls were covered with dizzyingly intricate carvings. Every inch seemed to mock the intruder's folly.
The daemons gasped for breath after being kicked repeatedly by the ork boyz. Hope still lingered in their eyes.
"Don't even fink about it! Your master's ass gone out, and you didn't even know that? Seems you're not core members eiver. No wonder you got caught, you're all just lowly scoundrels~."
Francis's words were like sharp knives plunged into the daemons' chests, twisting forcefully.
It struck a nerve. They roared in utter shame and indignation. "Shut up! Stop talking! Aaaaaah! Please stop talking! The Lord will bless us sooner or later!"
Francis had no time to pay attention to them. He carried Magnus and placed his hands before him.
"What are you going to do?" Magnus was clearly taken aback.
With a soft thud, a small metal rod was inserted into his head, twisting his emotional regulators toward pain.
Intense agony shot through him. Psychic energy surged from his body like a torrent. Magnus roared in pain, forming a devastating pillar of psychic energy that shot straight toward the palace.
[End of Chapter]
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