"I join your uncle!" Yang Cheng shouted angrily at Slaanesh

His sword blade cut through the void, and the golden psionic energy was like a roaring lion, wrapped in pure rage and power, slashing straight towards Slaanesh.

Wherever the sword light passed, the filthy energy of the subspace was split apart. At this moment, even the darkness itself was afraid of this attack.

Slaanesh - lord of pleasure, god of desire, eternal embodiment of debauchery - simply chuckled.

His body twisted and transformed in the void, sometimes like an enchanting dancer, sometimes like a hideous demon. The purple spiritual energy flowed in the air like sticky honey, exuding a suffocating temptation.

"Oh? Such a fierce anger..."

Slaanesh's voice was like the whisper of thousands of lovers, sweet and deadly, "But isn't anger also a kind of pleasure?"

With a light flick of his fingertips, the purple energy suddenly transformed into countless strange tentacles, each of which was entangled with extreme pleasure and depravity. They coiled around Yang Cheng's spiritual energy like living things, trying to transform his power into nutrients for his decadence.

"Fuck you! You pervert!" Yang Cheng cursed angrily. He suddenly gathered strength in his left hand. Golden spiritual energy gathered like a torrent. His fist seemed to be holding a miniature star. The light was so dazzling that even the darkness of the subspace was temporarily dispelled.

boom--!

The punch hit Slaanesh's body hard, and in an instant, the whole space echoed with wanton moans and twisted laughter, as if countless souls collapsed in ecstasy.

The body of Slaanesh was like shattered glass, with fragments flying everywhere. Each piece reflected a different illusion of decadence, luxurious palaces, twisted pleasures, and eternal decadence...

However, just a moment later, the fragments reunited and Slaanesh's figure slowly emerged at the other end of the eye of the storm, unharmed.

He stretched his body lazily, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"It's so rough...but, I like it."

"Rough, huh? Then let me make you feel it even rougher now! Even more explosive!"

Then, Yang Cheng raised his head abruptly and roared into the void:

"Neos! Come help!"

"Fuck you! I'm fighting four of them alone! Don't just stand there and watch!"

His voice echoed in the warp, as if penetrating countless dimensions.

Then--

She appeared.

A mortal woman descended upon the battlefield without any warning.

Her appearance was so abrupt, yet so natural, as if she was supposed to be there.

She was originally wearing rough linen clothes, but the moment she stepped onto the battlefield, golden light burst out from her body, and the simple clothes burned and reshaped in the sacred spiritual energy, turning into a white robe, the sleeves of which moved without wind, like flowing moonlight.

A golden laurel wreath appeared above her head, each leaf glowing with pure psychic energy, as if forged from the stars.

The most shocking thing is her eyes.

In those pupils, there burned a dazzling golden light, like two rising suns, majestic, sacred, and inviolable.

Four pairs of eyes turned to her in horror almost at the same time.

Slaanesh's laughter came to an abrupt halt, and his purple psionic energy trembled slightly, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Khorne's roar faded in the sea of ​​blood, and the flame on his battle axe flickered uneasily.

Tzeentch's thousands of plans came to a halt at this moment, and countless eyes stared at this sudden presence.

The plague mist of Nurgle retreated slightly, as if afraid of the pure light.

"You know, Yang Cheng." Neos' voice came from the mouth of the mortal woman - low, majestic, but with a hint of fatigue.

"I cannot stay away from the Golden Throne for long."

"Quick victory."

Yang Cheng grinned and gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly. Golden psychic energy surged around him, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness of the Warp.

"Then let's make a quick decision."

"Oh, by the way, Neos, why do you like to attach yourself to women? Are you..."

"Damn Yang Cheng, let me tell you, he is the only one in the entire battleship who is relatively similar to humans. The others are either dead or on their way to death. Only this one is considered lucky." Neos continued to complain.

"You are such a boring person." Yang Cheng muttered, then looked at Slaanesh.

The chaos storm in the warp space completely boiled over at this moment.

The wills of the four gods were like huge waves, madly squeezing the battlefield.

Countless twisted visions of joy emerge from the purple mist of Slaanesh, billions of roaring axes surge from the blood sea of ​​Khorne, the blue flames of Tzeentch weave a thousand layers of web of conspiracy, and rotten behemoths crawl out of the plague miasma of Nurgle.

And in the center of this chaos, two emperors stood side by side.

Yang Cheng, his psychic power was like a burning star, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand burst out with light that was enough to tear apart reality.

Neos, even though he only came in the body of a mortal woman, still exudes an aura of pressure that makes the gods tremble.

"It's really... a rare sight."

Tzeentch's voice echoed in the void, thousands of different tones overlapping each other, like countless conspiracies whispering at the same time.

"Two 'Emperors'? Interesting, very interesting!"

Slaanesh's tentacles danced in the air, and his voice was sweet and dangerous: "Why not... join us? Eternal joy is worse than a cold throne, isn't it?"

Yang Cheng sneered and pointed the sword directly at Slaanesh.

"Shut up, you disgusting pervert."

Neos said nothing, but slowly raised his hand.

Then, the whole space began to shake.

The golden spiritual energy exploded like a tsunami, and countless rays of light turned into chains, instantly wrapping around the virtual bodies of the four gods.

Khorne's battle axe chopped down, but was blocked by Yang Cheng's Emperor's Sword. The moment the two forces collided, a dark crack was torn in the space.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Khorne's roar was deafening, and the sea of ​​blood was boiling. Countless demonic shadows crawled out of it, waving weapons and rushing towards the two emperors.

Yang Cheng snorted coldly, and clenched his left hand suddenly. The golden flames turned into thousands of sharp blades, burning all the demons that were rushing towards him.

"Neos, don't hold back!" he growled.

Neos did not answer, but his spiritual power suddenly surged. The body of the mortal woman could hardly withstand such a huge force. The skin began to crack and golden light burst out from the cracks.

She is burning herself.

This was the price Neos had paid for her, her body, and her soul.

"You actually let a mortal body carry this kind of power? Very interesting, very interesting."

“Endless variations, endless possibilities.”

Neos remained silent, only clasping his hands together, then suddenly opening them——

boom! ! !

A pure golden torrent swept out and rushed straight to the core of the Four Gods!

Slaanesh screamed and retreated, the purple psionic energy was evaporated; Khorne's battle axe was shattered, and the sea of ​​blood boiled; Tzeentch's thousand-layered web of conspiracy was torn into pieces; Nurgle's plague dissipated in the holy light.

For the first time, the Four Gods were forced to retreat.

But they are ultimately the masters of chaos.

"Do you think you can win like this?!" Khorne's virtual body roared, and the sea of ​​blood condensed again. A battle axe that was larger than billions of star systems slowly took shape.

"Foolish cursed one!" Tzeentch's flames were rewoven, and billions of spiritual energies locked onto the two emperors at the same time.

The tentacles of Slaanesh entangled Yang Cheng's psychic energy, trying to corrupt his will; the plague of Nurgle turned into countless wriggling maggots, gnawing at Neos's golden barrier.

"Tsk...it's not that simple." Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, the light of the Emperor's Sword had begun to dim.

After being strengthened, the Four Gods are already more than one level stronger than before, and even Yang Cheng feels the pressure.

The mortal female body possessed by Neos was on the verge of collapse, golden blood was flowing out of her seven orifices, but she was still standing.

"Next time we meet... I will personally drag you out of the subspace and crush you one by one." Yang Cheng forced the Four Gods to retreat.

The roars of the four gods echoed in the void, but they did not pursue.

They were also injured, although not fatally and could even recover in an instant.

However, this made them feel something was wrong. Except for Tzeentch, the other three gods had gloomy expressions.