Not long ago...

Inside Nurgle's Garden, violet mists swirled.

The sickly-sweet musk, so pungent it drowned even the stench of rot, hung heavy in the air, mingling with frenzied moans.

It was enough to make anyone dizzy.

Thirty-six Keepers of Secrets, along with countless Daemonettes, Fiends, and Seekers, had arrived.

Their bodies were adorned in glimmering jewelry; their razor-sharp claws were painted in garish colors, exuding an aura of disorienting lust.

"What dazzling armor, such admirable discipline… and pure, noble souls," purred one Keeper of Secrets, draped in an elegant violet veil, hips swaying as she danced her way toward the Savior's troops, blade in hand.

Her every gesture oozed decadent elegance. "Oh my dear Imperial warriors, are you trying to entice us?"

Her answer was a micro holy ash grenade.

The sacred weapon detonated, blasting her into a puff-headed mess, snapping one of her horns and leaving her disheveled and scorched.

"Ugly daemon," grumbled Gauss, Primarch of the Ogryns and commander of the Juggernaut Warband.

He had no fondness for these colorful daemons. Their sense of aesthetics was simply ridiculous!

"You wretched creature!" the Keeper shrieked, then recomposed herself in an instant. "I know your most private desires… your deepest secrets… and you shall drown beneath my heel."

The Daemon's power was one of psychic seduction—capable of infiltrating the senses and mind, piercing through the defenses of the psyche.

She would overwhelm her prey with hallucinations and temptations, dragging them into depravity.

Her body faded from view, slipping into an illusion, reappearing beside Gauss to whisper into his ear through a breath of scented mist:

"Let me show you… what you truly crave. Is it pleasure? Is it love you seek?"

But the next moment, the Keeper froze.

Inside the mind of the towering warrior, there were no unseemly desires—only unwavering loyalty to the Savior… and a sincere yearning to study and improve himself.

This mind was too barren—or perhaps too pure—to exploit...

No matter. She could always lead desire.

The Keeper reached deeper, casting an enchantment over Gauss's mind.

Her voice transformed into that of a wise sage, melodious and utterly persuasive:

"My dear, I can grant you wondrous knowledge and win you unparalleled favor from the Savior… if only you…"

Gauss's eyes glazed for a moment. He was about to accept her offer—

Then paused, and asked:

"O Wise One, can you recite the Savior's Quotations?"

"In the Great Urth Reclamation fifty years ago, the Savior said, 'Lucid waters and lush mountains are treasures beyond gold or jade.' How should I interpret this?"

"And why is the 'Citizenship Grading System' the cornerstone of stability in the Savior's domain? What are its characteristics and legal basis?"

These were the questions burning in Gauss's heart.

Lately, he had been organizing his warriors to check in and study on the newly launched 'Savior Learning Hub'—a mandatory education platform across Savior-controlled territories that also rewarded credit points for successful study.

But some questions had stumped Gauss, preventing him from breaking into the leaderboard's Top 100—a source of endless frustration.

…Huh???

The Keeper of Secrets was stunned.

As a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh, she had plundered countless minds, extracting secrets and knowledge.

Be it forbidden sorcery, hidden vaults, arcane forge techniques—or even the most obscene pleasures of body and mind—she could always find something to tempt with.

But this towering warrior's questions… were her blind spot.

The Keeper paused in silence for a moment, then tried again, "Perhaps… you might ask something else you desire to know?"

Gauss eagerly followed up with another burning question—one even involving binary code:

"What's the core output of the Holy Tower of the Savior's Domain, and how does it function?"

"And since its upgrade with Blackstone tech, how exactly has its performance changed?"

Another brutal query.

Even the secret archives of the Crystal Labyrinth might struggle to provide an exact answer.

"Oh Prince of Pleasure…" the Keeper whimpered, scalp tingling as she mentally short-circuited. "Why… why would an Ogryn even care about this?!"

"This is ridiculous! You know nothing! I refuse to talk with someone so uncultured!"

Gauss looked at her with visible disdain.

This so-called "sage" wasn't as clever as he thought.

He would ask Master Cawl later—surely the brilliant Archmagos would know, and maybe share the newest version of his multi-fuel nutrient shake while he was at it.

"Then enjoy your torment!"

Slaanesh's Keeper—more than a seductress—was also a graceful and wicked executioner, finding orgasmic bliss in the art of torture and murder.

Her psychic intrusion ended as she danced in with her blade, enthralled in ecstasy.

She craved the slash of the blade, the spray of blood, the scream of agony as her victims died by inches.

But her strike failed to achieve much.

Because she was struck by overwhelming force.

"BEAT YOU TO DEATH!!"

Once injured, Gauss went berserk.

He slammed the Keeper into the ground, hammering her repeatedly with terrifying force.

The surrounding Daemonettes recoiled in horror at the brutal display.

Meanwhile, the outer battlefield had descended into chaos. The fighting intensified.

BZZZMMM—!

Harp-humans, sonic cannons, and Noise Dreadnoughts unleashed their devastating shockwaves, disrupting the rhythm of battle.

It drove the Imperial warriors to the brink of madness.

"KILL THEM ALL! Let the air ring with shattering bones and the screams of the dying!"

"Turn up the volume! Feel the madness! Let your body tremble! Let go of everything!"

Noise Marines released explosive sonic barrages—vibrant, multicolored death-waves meant to shatter Imperial morale.

Their heightened senses immersed them in their own symphony of death.

Powerful psychic-sonic waves pierced obstacles and pulped bodies from within.

Several Imperial warriors were caught off guard and were torn apart in the frenzied audio assault.

"COME! FEEL THE PEAK OF THIS SONIC ECSTASY!"

Marius, First Noise Marine and former Captain of the Emperor's Children's 3rd Company, roared in fanatical glee.

His "Symphony of Destruction" broke through multiple defensive lines, cutting down Astartes one by one.

"We need more Librarians to hold them off!" shouted Dovaro, Chapter Master of the Nova Marines. "Quick, call the Savior's reinforcements!"

Just as the Librarians reached out—an incoming message arrived.

A spark of hope flashed on the psyker's face. "Chapter Master, Savior's forces have arrived. They've ordered us to fall back. They'll handle the battlefield from here."

"What?!"

"They say we're to retreat."

The cacophony nearly drowned them, but psychic transmission kept the message clear.

"Fall back then!" Dovaro didn't hesitate long before ordering the withdrawal.

He turned to the newcomers. "Brothers of the Son of Man, we're counting on you. Be careful—their sonic weaponry is tricky."

"Brother, in fact, we Sons of Man have a secondary profession besides cooking..."

Galactic Top Chef Big Kettle grinned confidently.

"We also do music. We've studied it for years."

He looked eager.

Perhaps it was time to show the galaxy their other great skill.

The Sons of Man always climb to the peak!

Their transport fleet arrived quickly.

Due to their immense logistics needs—equipment and ingredients alike—this legion boasted one of the best transport corps in the galaxy.

They quickly deployed and assembled gear, including massive sound generators and sonic weapons.

Their equipment surpassed even the Inquisition's festival setups—many of the Holy Emperor Music Festivals were organized by them.

They even had multiple elite Holy Rock Bands inside their ranks.

Sons of Man Dreadnoughts and Centurions activated their internal sound systems—a standard feature in Savior-controlled zones.

But these had been further upgraded with overclocking units and psy-transmitters.

Two towering ten-meter sound rigs were quickly assembled.

More modular platforms came together rapidly.

The Sons of Man had done this many times before.

They could assemble planet-wide mobile kitchens and mess halls in mere hours.

And they'd organized Holy Music Festivals attended by tens of millions of people.

They'd even been repeatedly sanctioned by the Ecclesiarchy and Inquisition—but no one could shut them down.

After all, they were a military-grade colossus, backed by the Savior and the Urth Ecclesiarchy itself.

One high-ranking priest, after witnessing their performance at a Holy Music Festival, reportedly cried out, "The Emperor's aura has fainted!" before passing out.

"What the hell is that?"

Marius, the Noise Marine leader, spotted the sudden appearance of giant sound stages and machines and was utterly confused.

Snap!

Blazing gold lights lit up, illuminating the battlefield and the stage alike.

Big Barrel and his brothers descended from the sky, slamming onto the stage in formation.

They were equipped with sonic amplifiers and instruments. Cherubim drifted above them.

Marius suddenly felt... uneasy.

He screeched out a new order. "Noise Marines! Destroy that stage—now!!"

The Noise Marines turned their weapons toward the stage, unleashing their twisted symphony of pain.

Bizarre, rainbow-colored sound blasts surged forth.

BOOM—!

Big Barrel and his men were wreathed in psychic arcs, bursting with visual effects.

"Come, you heretical filth. Witness the power of the Sons of Man…"

His voice deepened, transformed by sacred filters.

"EMPEROR'S DEATH METAL!!"

Then, Big Barrel's hands became blurs as he unleashed a ferocious electric guitar solo.

In an instant, the two towering ten-meter-tall sound generators roared to life, resonating with the surrounding sonic emitters.

The very ground trembled from the force.

The Sons of Man death rock band launched into their rendition of the Holy Hymns of the Emperor, and the sonic barrage began to counteract the cacophonous chaos. Bit by bit, their sound overpowered the Noise Marines' obscene music.

Then the generators ramped up their output.

The sacred hymn projectors channeled those intense beats across vast distances via atmospheric shockwaves.

They played within the domain of Chaos itself, and their divine songs of the Emperor reached every foul corner of Nurgle's Garden, greatly weakening the shrieking distortions crafted by the Slaaneshi army.

The soundwaves—imbued with the mark of the Cursed—brought searing discomfort to all Daemons and chaotic beings.

To them, this was the true noise—unbearable, tormenting purity.

To put it simply, the Sons of Man's special forces were the Emperor's version of Noise Marines.

"Impossible…"

The Noise Marines looked on in disbelief—and burning humiliation.

In ten thousand years of history, they had always been the ones tormenting enemies with their frenzied noise. And now they were being counter-attacked by the Cursed's own blasphemous beats?

Their precious Noise was being outclassed by the Sons of Man.

"CRANK THE VOLUME—ALL OF IT!" Marius shrieked, his voice raw. He pushed his sound system to the limit, generating more shrill chaos.

Trying to drown out the Emperor's Death Metal.

Big Barrel's voice echoed mockingly: "Your equipment's pathetic! That little wattage and volume? You call that music?"

He turned the dial even higher. The stage lit up with even more dazzling effects as the sonic intensity shattered the Noise Marines' soundscape.

Their pitiful little generators were no match for the Emperor-tier sound rigs.

This was technological supremacy, born from the Savior's domain and inherited from humanity's Golden Age of sound engineering.

Sonic waves laced with psychic energy tore through advancing Noise Marines.

Their flesh shattered, blood bursting from their armor.

The very weapons they'd once used to massacre countless Imperial warriors had become the tools of their own destruction.

"Reform ranks!" they cried.

The Noise Marines scrambled, trying to disperse to avoid the focused sonic beams.

But then they saw something that filled them with dread.

The stage had treads. It began to move.

And the rest of the Sons of Man launched their own barrage.

No escape.

The Noise Marines could only stagger under the barrage, steadily crumbling.

BOOM—

A holy light beam erupted from the Sacred Core, and the Emperor's Death Metal reached its climactic crescendo.

"For the Emperor!!"

Big Barrel shouted with reverence as he slammed a sacred control.

The sonic generator surged to full capacity. An unparalleled wave of sound tore through the battlefield, gouging a deep trench into the soil.

Within its radius, the sound was so intense that the sensitive hearing of the Noise Marines gave out—several of their weapons even exploded in their hands.

More Chaos bodies burst into pieces.

"No…" Marius, first of the Noise Marines, fell into utter despair. Even when his own Sonic Destroyer detonated in his arms, he barely noticed.

They had been defeated.

Defeated by the Emperor's Death Metal—in volume, fashion, stage presence, and most of all: lethality.

The rest began to flee.

And as the sacred hymns rang out, and the Sacred Core blazed bright—

The Imperial warriors roared, charging the stunned Slaaneshi horde with righteous fury.

At the center of the Savior's forces…

The Sacred Core's radiance had reached its peak.

"Carter, stay sharp!" Eden stood before the sacred device with the Thunder Custodians, guarding it from sabotage.

If this thing broke—it was game over.

"Eden…"

At that moment, the Prince of Pleasure's true form became visible. Half of its body had already forced its way through.

Its lust for the Savior, the Primarch of Hope, was unrestrained. Its seductive voice filled the corrupted air.

But in the next moment—

The Prince of Pleasure froze.

A sense of danger.

It sensed the presence of the Cursed.

"That damned thing isn't running away, is it?" Eden's brow furrowed.

It was already here. The Sacred Core was activated. If it fled now, the Emperor himself might die of rage.

Just as he pondered that—

Disaster struck. A crack on the Sacred Core—originally left by the Ork WAAAGH-tech master—widened and quaked.

"What the hell?!" Eden was stunned. "Did the WAAAGH-science fail? Or is the Emperor's power too intense?!"

He didn't get time to react.

The Sacred Core flickered—then shut down. The searing light into the Warp shrank to a tiny flicker.

No f*ing way!!.

Everyone—the Savior and the Custodians alike—was utterly stunned.

In that instant—

Terror seized Eden. He didn't hesitate. He ran.

He had no holy weapons left to resist the full form of a Chaos God.

Unfortunately… he failed.

He ran straight into a bank of purple mist.

"…I'm screwed."

He swallowed and slowly looked up—

To see the lurid, majestic horns, the seductive form, and the overwhelming aura that nearly made his body betray him.

The oppressive force made him struggle to breathe.

The Prince of Pleasure—in the flesh—had fully manifested in this corrupted domain!

Its voice oozed malice and delight: "At last, you've fallen into my grasp, Savior…"

But before it could gloat further—

SPLAT.

A holy ash grenade smacked it square in the face.

The Savior stood proud, gave it the middle finger, and declared:

"Slaanesh, f** you!*"

This only excited the Prince more.

It dispersed the divine glow, advancing seductively.

"Savior… I love this version of you even more. I will broadcast our divine torment across the entire galaxy."

"This is what you desire… isn't it?"

And then—it did exactly that.

Zzzzzhhhk—!

Eden's armor was ripped away, revealing a body sculpted like Adamantine, carved to perfection.

And yes… the rest of him, too.

All of it was broadcast across the galaxy and even the Warp.

Countless entities—especially females—saw it and gasped, causing even more chaos.

Some… even saved copies.

"Come on then, just don't cry later!"

Eden kept a stern face. He didn't flinch.

But then—he panicked.

"Wait… maybe we can talk this out—?"

Because the Prince had shifted forms—now appearing as a powerfully masculine hunk, radiating virile energy.

OH NO.

This was bad.

This… would ruin him.

He began to understand the Fallen Phoenix's shame.

This wasn't just a threat. This was a life-ending scandal.

"I can give you everything you desire…" the Prince whispered as it shifted again—into Loli-Emperor, Saint Celestine, Goddess of Life, and others.

Each more seductive than the last.

Eden stood firm.

He knew he couldn't survive this perversion. What if it transformed mid-act?

He'd never recover.

And worse—this was a Chaos God that represented not just pleasure, but also limitless torment.

"Are you… afraid?"

The Prince stepped closer in the form of the Goddess of Life, bouncing with every step. "Too bad. You can't escape."

The Savior—the Primarch of Hope—was about to be corrupted.

The Chaos God forced the helpless Savior onto a bed-like torture device, raising a whip laced with poison barbs and bone—

But then… it froze.

The Prince's entire body trembled.

Its face twisted in a mix of grief and betrayal.

"YOU LIED TO ME!!" it shrieked.

Because the Emperor… had arrived.

Outside the mist, atop the Sacred Core, a beam of light erupted into the sky—brighter than a thousand suns.

At the same time—

The Regent of the Imperium and the Lord of Death were still locked in battle.

Entire landscapes had been shattered by the aftershocks.

Guilliman repelled Mortarion, his expression icy.

"You shame our father. He suffered more than you can imagine."

He may have once doubted the Emperor—but now, he understood the burden He bore.

The Emperor had given everything for mankind.

"The False Emperor lied to you all," Mortarion sneered. "He only wanted to feed on humanity's souls to become a true god."

"But he failed. Now he's just a corpse… a pathetic wretch."

"…Is that so?"

A voice spoke—unyielding, furious, and imbued with an authority no one could refuse.

"No… it can't be."

Mortarion's eyes widened. His heart seized. His body trembled.

He slowly turned—

And saw the towering figure in radiant gold armor:

The greatest of humanity. The creator of the Imperium.

The Emperor of Mankind.

A golden halo crowned His head. His light scorched the air around Him.

Even the Lord of Death could feel his skin burn.

"F-F-Father?!"

(End of Chapter)

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