Dou Mei found herself standing in an endless, ink-green swamp that reeked of rot. Countless bloated, festering flowers bloomed and withered in the mire, emitting a nauseating "fragrance." An existence whose specific form was impossible to describe—yet exceptionally bloated, as if containing all the diseases and decay of the world—was gazing at her with a twisted, terrifyingly kind look. Endless despair, carrying warm swamp filth, completely submerged her. It was the void of life cycling through ceaseless decay and proliferation.
Then, a ladle of thick green soup, emitting an indescribable odor, was handed to her mouth with "kindness" by that "loving" existence. This was the gift of Nurgle.
Xia He, meanwhile, instantly plunged into a grand hall of interlaced purple and pink; this was the palace of Slaanesh. Extreme pleasure and extreme pain raced through every nerve ending like an electric current simultaneously. All her senses were infinitely magnified, and every inch of her skin screamed silently. Endless desire, like a deluge, completely shattered her consciousness. Unceasing torture and unbearable ecstasy frantically intertwined and tore at each other within her broken soul, driving her utterly mad.
Ultimately, back in the physical world, her eyes rolled back into her head, her pupils dilated, and she lost consciousness entirely. A bizarre, twisted smile remained on the corner of her lips—a mixture of extreme agony and supreme satisfaction.
Shen Chong's vision was instantly dyed a piercing, blood-red. Deafening war cries, the clanging of colliding weapons, and the wails of countless dying creatures alongside roars of fury filled his mind, shaking his very soul. Boundless combat intent and a desire for slaughter, pure and without impurity, branded his soul like a red-hot iron. Under this violent, peerless impact, his consciousness was instantly torn, scattered, and crushed. In the end, only the most primal urge to destroy every living thing in sight remained.
Gao Ning's encounter was the most bizarre and complex. He found himself in an endless labyrinth composed of shifting crystals, prisms, and twisting geometric shapes. Infinite, self-contradictory knowledge, conspiracies, paradoxes, and prophecies—always changing and forever incomprehensible—transformed into a roaring torrent of information that was forcibly poured into his brain. His thoughts were repeatedly pulled, twisted, shredded, reorganized, and shredded again amidst eternal paradoxes and endless change. Finally, his brain could no longer withstand the terrifying stream of information; it overloaded, and his mind was completely fused shut.
However, mere physical torture was nothing but an appetizer for those four existences. Only by toying with souls could they manifest their true "art."
As the Four Gods tainted the Four Madmen, a trace of an aura—undetectable to mortals yet carrying fundamental corruption—began attempting to infiltrate this world. It used the information fragments Ian had deliberately released and the bodies of the Four Madmen as "bridges."
On the ground, the surfaces of the Four Madmen's bodies, having lost their guiding souls, began to exhibit unspeakable, sanity-draining horrors. Dou Mei's skin took on a sickly waxy yellow and an ominous green, as if countless tiny pustules were frantically throbbing and proliferating beneath her skin. Xia He's unconscious body became even more voluptuous, while her skin emitted a more bewitching, decadent purple-pink glow; her charm was no longer limited to humans or males, as all surrounding creatures fell under her spell. The veins on Shen Chong's body bulged and writhed like earthworms, turning an ominous dark red, while his muscles spasmed violently and his bones let out overburdened cracks. On various parts of Gao Ning's body, the skin split open as if a multitude of eyes were slowly opening, their pupils flickering with shifting, kaleidoscope-like ghostly blue light.
Just then, the four descending wills attempting to infect this world suddenly sensed Ian's aura. Like wild cats getting their tails stepped on, they instantly withdrew all extended wills. They ceased all infiltration and peering into this world. It was as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
The corners of Ian's mouth curled up. Good, they were well-trained.
With another thought, he withdrew the fragments carrying the chaotic information, along with the completely broken and worthless soul shards of the Four Madmen, storing them back within himself. As for the four soulless husks on the ground beginning to undergo ominous mutations—leaving them would only pollute the environment.
Ian gave a casual wave of his hand.
"Gate of Babylon!"
Several golden portals manifested beside him, swallowing the four husks whole. A moment later, the portals vanished. Only a few patches of flattened grass remained on the ground, as if those four people had never existed.
Only after finishing this did Ian slowly lift his head. His gaze swept over the remaining few people in the field.
Feng Baobao remained expressionless, but the hand holding her worn kitchen knife seemed to tighten slightly more than before. She seemed to have developed an instinctive vigilance or disgust toward the aura from the Warp that had leaked out for that brief moment.
Liu Yanyan had long since been unable to withstand the terrifying pressure and the subsequent mental shock; she was now slumped on the cold mud, completely passed out.
Lu Liang's state was the most pathetic. Though he hadn't been dragged into a mental hell for a "deep experience" like the Four Madmen, merely being a bystander proficient in the way of the soul made him feel that insignificant, leaked sliver of the Dark Gods' aura. It brought him to the brink of a mental breakdown. He sat paralyzed on the ground, eyes wide and pupils unfocused, his entire body shaking violently. He muttered meaningless syllables repeatedly while saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth; clearly, his mind had suffered a massive, irreversible shock.
Finally, there was Zhang Chulan. He stood rooted to the spot, looking as if he had been scared witless. He looked at Ian in front of him, then at the drooling, broken Lu Liang beside him. Zhang Chulan opened his mouth as if to say something, but found his throat bone-dry, unable to make a sound. His mind was a blank slate, as if it had been formatted.
'Who am I? Where am I?'
'What exactly happened just now?'
'Goldie? Gate of Babylon?'
'And what was that evil aura just now?'
'The Four Madmen of All-Encompassing Heaven... are just gone?'
'This plot development isn't right!'
He felt that in just a few minutes, his worldview had first been rubbed into the dirt repeatedly, and then crushed into powder.
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