>>5211138

Your wicked sister in law, was using every weapon in her armory, every trick hidden coyly in her sleeve, to try and repel and kill you. It took your remaining psionic power and stamina to resist her efforts to squash you like a beetle under her thumb. Every killing implement held by her motherless thralls and their mutated, spirit twisted brethren, was brought against you to delay your advance. The only reason you could survive this trek into this tyrant's iron body and heart, was because you had become rather adapt at manipulating Star metal while in the company of Kanzeon, while rescuing Mari from her putrid captor, and as you rid the hollow husk of Kuan Im of the corruption of the fox she had become. You were wresting control from the weapons and murderous traps that were created before your eyes, crushing their components as your foe created new and inventive means of killing to throw against you.

You bore a hole through her vast, subterranean body, peeling away and smoothing metal to force her danger frought internal anatomy to be at least scarcely survivable. And even then, you endured a storm of fury, madness and sharpened steel unlike any you had met before! Kong Nue own palace would be more welcoming and less lethal than Avalokiteśvara's churning and grinding guts.

And all the while, beneath your breath, you chanted and Sang the Journey, from its beginning to its end, furiously denouncing and attacking the evil that surrounded you not only with your pskyerist techniques, but also your words, faith and conviction. Each lesson that passed your lips, each story you whispered to the bowels of the tyrannical witch that wished to see you and all of your species wiped from Shangral in a never ending festival of bloodshed and murder, every chanted teaching, revitalized and bolster your will and strengthened your spirit.

It was your greatest work, The Journey and all its wisdom, that allowed you to march on stubbornly through the rivers of acid so potent it could render a whole carcass to naught but steam in the span of a breath, across sheer catwalks the air above which was filled with killing light of molecular decoupling and separating technologies of the very same type that Kanzeon used to break down raw materials and Aeldari technology to heal her ancient wounds, and to battle against legions of hyper efficient killing machines dark reflections of Kanzeons own drones stripped bare to nearly skeletal frames of liquid oozing metal that swam through the air like an army of metallic ghosts. A part of you could not help but admire such weapons, even as you fought through them to avoid being drowned or torn apart atom by atom by their innumerable, prying fingers.
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>>5211140

"Why won't you die like humans should! You're supposed to be mortal! Mortal! How are you still alive! You should be nothing but piles of minerals separated apart! A twitching corpse! A screaming, melting sack of flesh! A bloated cadaver filled with living metal" Avalokiteśvara roared she suddenly fought back against your harsh manipulations and renovations of her still, crippled form. You sensed her rebuttal and resistance as a great weight crushing down all around you.

The living, crawling pools of star metal begin to seep through her inner walls and reshape themselves into demonic, monstrous beings as blood red acid pours from the ceilings as the temperature begins to increase rapidly towards the heat of a small star as deconstructor beams, gravitational vortexes and rapids of boiling blood and green lighting shot through the wound you carved through her flesh. You held up a hand, and created a barrier with spirit's touch, splitting open its fingers to allow the deadly streams to flow past you as you struggled forward, tearing wires and circuitry from the walls as you marched, still chanting as the madwoman summoned more strength from her energy reserves to bring against you. The lights flared and lances of solid light glanced off and tore into your armor.

"Answer me! Answer me! Answer me!" She raged

What do you do Lieren?

>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>"I do not speak to beasts"

>write

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>"I do not speak to beasts"

laugh at this fool and take advantage of her mistake

>>5211141
>>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly


rage against the machine

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago

As much as I want a proper rebuttal, talking is not a free action on either side and this is something I know Leiren can do in his sleep, while achieving much the same effect. Let her be the one to make the fools mistake of overconfidence.

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

The core is close now

>>5211141
>Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>"I do not speak to beasts"
Consider that any time we spend speaking is time we spend not chanting the Journey
This is not quite the time to monologue just yet.

"Are you frustrated?"

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

"You have truly surpassed your sister, dear in law; the way you strike and the passion behind them, your killer intent alone puts you leagues above! But at least Kuan Im had some semblance of intelligence. Dare I say, you are more in par with a rabid beast!"

>"I do not speak to beasts"

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
Time for ship rehab 3. Our chapter will have 3 Archeotech Motherships of hax and retake the emperyran and the material.
Also we should steal Khorne's shit.

>>5211177
>Support

>>5211302
I think the plan was to basically do a factory reset on her.

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

>>5211157
Support.

>>5211355
Can you do that? I thought the ships weren't actually AI

>>5211302
Don't forget the Sunni one.

>>5211449
They were invented as a replacement for Men of Iron. Why wouldn't they create safety measures for that?

>>5211566
bit of a stretch that she wouldn't have wrecked those through manipulating some long dead former crewer/slave centuries ago

>>5211449
It was something that Kanzeon herself siad she was going to do, and goving how shocked and angry Avalokiteśvara got, it must not have been an empty threat.
It's probably sometype of ego death.

>>5211141
>>Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly

>>5211141

>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>>5211141
>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>>5211141
>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"
>>5211302
>Our chapter will have 3 Archeotech Motherships
By my count, if this one gets talk no jutsu'd, we'd have 5 without making soul-gestalt daughters for the uninhabited bodies. The wife, Mari, Al-Uzza, Anahita, and Avalokiteśvara.

>>5211141
>>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>>5211822
They all have different specialties right?
Each one we bring to our cause gives us and by extention dad more and more bargaining power vs the Mechanicus.

This might just make them hate us unless we can co-opt the religion via these ship girls presented as godmachines.

I'm highkey expecting that the next arc after this will be us getting dragged into the subjugation of mars via portal to help out emps in that unbelievably off the charts clusterfuck. The presence of the archeotech ships and lieren's tech capacities would make for an interesting cult mechanicus, that's for sure

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.

>"I do not speak to beasts"


Fuck the speech, Fuck rehab fags kill the bitch and be done with it

I can't believe someone thinks that a heartfelt speech is going to make the Khorne worshipping ascendant who's ruined countless lives in a war bloodier and more evil and cruel than has ever touched the face of the world in the pursuit of damning a planet to fuel as ascension to daemonhood, you know, DAEMONHOOD and is several times damned have a change of heart? Over us telling her why she's wrong and giving her sympathy of all things?

Everyone, every character in this story on the planet is at risk right now of death, or worse than death. She will not accept redemption, there will be no happy 'haha oops i'm good now sorry for reveling in the torture and death of millions'. Unless you want to betray the entire cast of this story down to the last tiger child, Avalokiteśvara needs to be killed so that she does not destroy everything good on Shangrala and every second of hesitation or doubt or misguided sympathy we give is a weapon she wields against us and more importantly everyone we love who are still fighting to stop her from destroying everything they love right now.

Consider that if she was redeemable, it would have been Kanzeon's first approach. Kanzeon has already decided the best course of action (which I believe is some form of total reset) and she is a far greater authority to decide than we. Pity the person Avalokitesvara could have been, and not the monster she chose to be.

>>5211355
yes

>>5211570
Maybe it resets the fuck out of her brain, effectively shaving off most of the corruption that the person Avalokitesvara gathered, basically making her an infant; the stuffs that make her from experience and memory are deleted leaving primordial stuff

>>5212285
We still have to deal with the rest of the world and the minor nations; find, help or slavage the other ships and maybe go to New Varro.
Although the Emperor asking Lieren for help with the mechanicus, given our tech and philosophy makes sense, but he has yet to attack Luna, so we still have time.
Unless the warp fucks with continuity again.

>>5212294
>>5212345
>emperor mentality chads vs peace and reconciliation chads

the duality of man

>>5211141
>"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not"

>>5212493
There is no peace to be had. There is pity, but every outcome leads to the death of the butcher bride and the possible redemption of the soul.

>>5211141
>>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
Nah, she can bugger off.

>>5211141
>Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.
>"I do not speak to beasts"

>>5212345
Agreed. Additionally, we have never offered mercy to literally any other servant of chaos we've killed. Why would she be any different? Just do the ego death procedure and be done with it.

>>5212345
>I can't believe someone thinks that a heartfelt speech is going to make the Khorne worshipping ascendant [..] have a change of heart
IMO it's less saying its likely and more acknowledging it's possible.

>Everyone, every character in this story on the planet is at risk right now of death, or worse than death.
The people under Gao faced similar threats. Same under Yan. Shangrala will face threats when we fight off world. Only difference is scale.

>She will not accept redemption
It is not our choice to make, it is hers. If Avalokitesvara rejects her redemption that is her choice. If 'we' reject even the possibility of it then that is ours.

>Unless you want to betray the entire cast of this story
And rejecting the tenets of our Journey wouldn't be a betrayal? We say death is unavoidable and not to be feared yet is revenge and fear of death going to be the fuel of her defeat?

>Pity the person Avalokitesvara could have been, and not the monster she chose to be.
Facts. I don't advise to being naive, exposing ourselves or sacrificing effective tactics. If she rejects her own salvation then she will need to die, that is a fact. But Avalokitesvara asked us a question and the answer is, quite literally, the tenets of our Journey: through our chant and our belief in it we have survived. Besides being the actual truth, a heartfelt sympathy and offer of peace and form of absolution is a higher rejection of Khorne than anything else I can think of.

Rather than naive it is eminently practical. Cynicism could prove to be a chip in our armor, an acknowledgment that differences must be settled in blood, always, not just when necessary. Instead let the Journey and the peace it professes to be our shield as it always has.

>>5211141
>Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago

>>5212879
>The people under Gao faced similar threats. Same under Yan. Shangrala will face threats when we fight off world. Only difference is scale.
I don't think Gao or Yan had an artificial sun threatening to blow-up the planet

>>5213367
We murderized Kuan Im for similar stuff and had foiled her plans before hand, focus now, monologue later

>>5213464
at what point did Kuan Im threaten to drop an artificial sun?

Gao may have thought that he was on the cusp of Daemonhood and Kuan Im said something similar, but i didn't realize we were supposed to take warp beings at their word

>>5213492
He means when she was going to kill everyone in the capital anon

>>5213492
It was the Yan who were about to become daemons.

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Laugh to distract her, and in her momentary lapse of outrage, gain more ground by summoning your blackest fury and rending a great hole through her body to come closer to her heart.:17

"I do not speak to beasts":5

Tell her she has underestimated the spirit of mankind, and shall pay dearly for this folly:7

Retort loudly with verses from the Journey denouncing her path, much like against Kuan Im so long ago:3


"You have truly surpassed your sister, dear in law; the way you strike and the passion behind them, your killer intent alone puts you leagues above! But at least Kuan Im had some semblance of intelligence. Dare I say, you are more in par with a rabid beast!": 1

"I am a man by nature, but not by birth. Like you, I was engineered rather than born. But unlike you, I chose to live as a man, rather than a monster. My strength comes from my compassion and kindness, the weakness you imagined to be strength comes from your fury and victim complex. Yet, you and I, are more alike than not":8

Total votes:28

So Lieren will laugh, distracting Avalokiteśvara and allowing him to gain more ground as he marches closer and closer to her heart.

Writing now

And answer you did! With a roaring laugh that would've made your brothers raised from the humble soil and homes of nothing proud! The self styled empress of blood and slaughtered, like the monstrous rivals of hers you had hunted down and crushed beneath your heel in your tireless march towards bringing to all the lands and kingdoms true prosperity and freedom, could not smother your spirit and take away the kindness that radiated from your smile and eyes. The darkness had surrounded you, time and time again, besetting you with grief and rage, but despite all of chaos' atrocities and monstrosities, you remained the man you chose to be when you first approached Guozhi and taught the boys of Nothing how to properly hold spears and hunt. You laughed, in spite of the man made horrors beyond nearly beyond your vast abilities of comprehension, despite the fact you were marching towards the very heart of a tyrant older than some of the wicked spirts you have throttled and cut down. You laughed, and laughed, pausing in your advance for the first time to brace yourself against the sword of love as you howled and wheeped with helpless laughter.

Rather than grieving, for all the lives lost this day, and the friends whose smiling faces and twinkling eyes you would never see, whose laughter you would never delight to share in, you laughed. Rather than raging against the abomination brought against you, against the intrigues and schemes of the old malevolence lurking just beyond the dark that had wrought such bloodshed and tragedy, you laughed. All six of the patriarchs of the discordant clans of wicked spirits were watching you, filling their cups until they overflowed with the agonies of Shangrala's many people and your aching heart of gold. So you laughed, laughed in the ridiculousness of the primordial devils' great game, at the ridiculousness of your situation but most of all.

You laughed to mock and offend Avalokiteśvara. The prideful lunatic needed answers, why you, who were not forged by her hands, who had invited into himself so many human flaws and mortal failings, who delighted in being an imperfect being, a paradoxical man of reasonable logics and emotional whimsies could be so powerful. That you exulted in being human, despite very clearly being so much more. That a being so clearly crafted by the advance sciences of ages gone by and the sorceries of eras unknown, and yet were stronger than her pet of a husband. That despite holding yourself back from your potential and denying the rational, machine like essence from which the you of now had sprung, you were her Butcher's better and undaunted by the deadly obstacles she threw your way.

Rivers of acid, showers of disintegrating rays and lights, great waves of living metal, gusts of boiling air and vortexes of crushing gravity and forces that warped space and time themselves could not impede your march.

But your own, slightly grim, amusement had.
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>>5213788

And this distracted the queen of blackest tyranny. You could feel her killing intent wane, replaced with blatant bafflement, that despite everything she was doing to brutally end your life, you treated her efforts like you would a child whacking your knees with a stick. For a being who prided herself on being above humanity, to be mocked in such a manner that relished in the insulter's own humanity, subtly presenting it as a strength and source of empowerment, caused a glitch in her murderous designs. For, Avalokiteśvara was a being of purest hate and rage, and there was nothing she held with more contempt than humanity, the descendants of the cruel men who chained her in the body she used to seek her, in her mind, justified revenge by committing countless slaughters and oppressions through her long, wretched life as a crippled, blood bathed goddess beneath the wild jungles.

You cannot help but to idly ponder, if perhaps, the brave Vishnu who entered her ages ago to cripple her and trap her in this hell of her own making, laughed as well? Laughed when they, with sticks and stones, forced a "Goddess" to kneel and retreat into the darkness. Did she, ever think that her survival was a punishment? Carried out by the sons and daughters of the passengers she forced to butcher and kill one another for her dark amusement and twisted pleasure?

You chased these contemplations from your thoughts, and allowed the dark emotions you had held back and subdued with laughter to come rushing in as you noticed Avalokiteśvara was beginning to recover, as outrage replaced confusion. Reaching deep into the well of your heart, you dredged up the blackest fury ever produced by your gentle and loving heart.

The dark halls of the Vishnu's murderous queen's innards are replaced with flashes. Luli's disfigurement, the little girl crying for her surgically malformed father to wake up, The crying visions of Kamal Kanan's countless victims, Small Chen and Bai's still bodies, Gao Liwei's laughing face, Matron Isha at the side of wretched Na Gou, Children sitting emptied eyed at the graves holding their entire family lines, Starved corpses, scholars left to the opens skies to be feasted upon by crows, a thousand cruelties, a thousand sadisms, a thousand atrocities. Oppression, cruelty, subjugation.

Tyranny. Your mind blanked out.

And a single thought raised above the clamor. You remembered, in your seething fury that blotted out all other conscious thought, how heart broken Kanzeon had been, when her sister scorned and insulted not only her but their shared purpose. Tears. Crying.

Your mind raced back to the day you became more than an emotionless doll, driven by mechanical logic and implanted reason. The day you heard the people of nothing crying.

And a cascade of wrath consumed Lieren the man.
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>>5213791

And The ogre that slept within him awoken, as all of the sad sights that revealed to the gentlest of golden eyes the cruelties and evil that lurked in man's heart bubbled forth and became a scalding storm of rage that had been long caged and tamed. All of the crying and shed tears you had born witnessed to bubbled forth, as you relived every devilry and abomination of man's own design by your own choice, gathering your rage as the ever burning fire of you idealistic soul raged and burned brighter and brighter.

Black smoke poured from your mouth as you clenched your hands into fists. Star metal, reacting to the great wave of psionic energy and commanding thought that erupted forth from your mind, began to tear at a near atomic level. Avalokiteśvara shrieked, and the ogre remained silent as you used all of the righteous rage you had accrued and kept locked within your heart as fuel for perhaps the greatest expression of the Spirit's touch school of pyskerist techniques ever witnessed upon Shangrala.

Only when Avalokiteśvara's flesh began to tear and peel apart did the ogre cry out, in a sorrowful wrath, for all the tears it had seen shed and the corpses it has been forced to walk past unable to exact punishment upon the villains responsible for both

And Avalokiteśvara cried out as well, in pain and terror, as the disciple of the ever raging god met a force of anger that overshadowed her own.

You opened your eyes, as you quelled your fury and looked upon the great wound you had dug into your enemy's vast body. The dangers that surrounded you seconds ago were no more, and so, throwing the sword of love ahead, you leapt atop it, deciding to fly across the ravine you tore into your sister in law's flesh as she recovered from the sheer brutality of your attack.

"How...how has Khorne not claimed your soul. How can you host such fury and deny the blood gods gifts and praise?" She whispered, as the "sky" you flew through filled with murderous flocks of drones and caustic rains once more. You closed your eyes, as lashing tendrils tipped with saws and miniaturized self contained black holes flailed and whipped towards you

How do you answer Lieren?

>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault

>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

>Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work

>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

>write in

https://youtu.be/loTcZHoIYfQ

>>5213795
>>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

>>5213795
>Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault

>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault

>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

>>5213795
>With a soft chuckle.
>Dont. Speed up.

Which part, you dumb bint, of "they disgust me" wasnt clear enough? They cant claim us because we won't let them.
Anyway, I want to chuckle at her, but I also want to speed up

>>5213795


>> For all my life I did naught but seek to better humanity, yet had any threat great enough appeared, I would have unleashed my rage and struck it down in a heartbeat. All these years I have slain tyrants but none so great as you and your husband. As I take your life know this rage like patience is a weapon.

>>5213795
>>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault

>>5213795
>>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

>captcha 4GARY
Here's to you then, Gary.

>>5213795
>"The truth should be self-evident but you are blinded by your conceited beliefs. You don't see logic and will (metal) guiding the rage, you don't see the wisdom and calmness (water) quenching it, you can't see the idealism and hope (wood) fueling it, nor the fact it exists in service to humanity and civilization (earth). All you see is the fire of my soul and nothing else."

>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

>>5213795
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

>my anger is not that of a leashed dog lashing out at the world but instead a tool to direct and be used with purpose.

>>5213795
>Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work

>>5213795
>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?
"You and your sister are more alike than you think. The only difference was that your sister found me instead of those twisted "things" that call themselves gods."

>>5213795
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

>>5213795
>>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"
Could I get some clarification on something, Malal. I'm laboring under the assumption that Kanzeon has two different "schematics" for two different kinds of meat puppet; the one she's had since our manic training session by the wall and a more advanced one based off of data taken from our pod that she has yet to grow. Is that right?

>>5213795

>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

So, fun thought experiment, Who would Lieren adopt from the OTL Legions. My first pick, Rylanor, the Ancient of Rites.

>>5213795
>With a soft chuckle.
>Dont. Speed up.

>>5213795
>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

>>5213795
>>"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?"

More self-doubt will make her responses weaker and slower.

>>5213795
>>With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault
>"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword"

Calling the vote now. had some really nice write ins this round of votes

With a soft, dismissive chuckle as you focus on not getting knocked from your sword and torn apart by Avalokiteśvara's renewed assault:9

"How could you fall to the same temptations so many of the "ants" you so scorn have? How could you fall in love with one of the mortals you so disdain?":7

Don't. And increase the speed of your flight while re-establishing telepathic contact with Kanzeon and Mari, to check on the progress of the grim work:4

"Kong Nue is a fool's god. Only worshiped by those warriors who forget the purpose of the sword":6

For all my life I did naught but seek to better humanity, yet had any threat great enough appeared, I would have unleashed my rage and struck it down in a heartbeat. All these years I have slain tyrants but none so great as you and your husband. As I take your life know this rage like patience is a weapon.:1

The truth should be self-evident but you are blinded by your conceited beliefs. You don't see logic and will (metal) guiding the rage, you don't see the wisdom and calmness (water) quenching it, you can't see the idealism and hope (wood) fueling it, nor the fact it exists in service to humanity and civilization (earth). All you see is the fire of my soul and nothing else.":1

my anger is not that of a leashed dog lashing out at the world but instead a tool to direct and be used with purpose.:1

"You and your sister are more alike than you think. The only difference was that your sister found me instead of those twisted "things" that call themselves gods.": 1

Total votes:20

So Lieren will respond with only so much as a soft chuckle as he focuses on dodging the wicked ship's assault

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>>5214120
Pretty much, she's still trying to crack the "Primarch code" as it were

The answer is as clear as the stars in the heavens. That she is so blind though she possesses eyes beyond eyes and senses beyond senses, is amusing in a pitiful way. If Avalokiteśvara yet possessed even a fragment of the reason with which she was born, it would be obvious how you could resist the temptations of the rabid, frothing dog of war who dulls his many fangs upon the skulls of the innocent and wretched. There is nothing Kong nue or any of his ilk could offer you that you'd need, want or desire. All they create and foster, disgusts you. Their abhorrent whims and ancient designs enrage you. To ask why you do not collar yourself to the devils you despise, is like asking a farmer why he'd take a bottomless sack of rice rather before a flawless scepter of jade. So obvious, that being ignorant of the answer so simple, reveals the true blindness and ignorance of the questioner and the height of their contemptable privilege.

Its so pitiful, and so amusing that your most vile sister in law cannot imagine why you would deny the curses she embraces as gifts and divine blessings, that you cannot imagine a reply besides mockery. And so, your lips part only to softly chuckle in a most contemptuous manner, not in the manner of the old nobility of Yan, who would scornful mock and sneer as they cackled and tittered as they carried out their odious excesses, sickening sadisms and vile villainy but rather the resonant laughter of a scholar mocking the fools who cannot see the wisdom in his koans and poetry. The laughter, not of a warrior or triumphant conquerer, but the gentle giggling of a philosopher met with a student who has eyes yet cannot see.

And there is no greater insult for a warmonger, for a rabid dog of battle, for a murderous thug, for a devotee of slaughter and disciple of genocide than the mockery of a philosopher. No spark ignites a brute's wrath with more than the derision of a wiser man.

A deep, guttural, earthshaking cry of rage rises from the depths of Avalokiteśvara. A keening, clarion cry, like a thousand metal beaked vultures or starved hook ravens rose from the dark bowels of the earth. Soon it was joined by the screeching tones of metal grinding against metal, tumultuous airs whipping into a storm, and strange energies hissing, thrumming and buzzing as they surged through the tattered iron flesh of the behemoth tyrant through which you flew, powering on new, yet unseen implements of death from an age long since lost to the ever flowing winds of time. What forgotten horrors were woken and called against you! What strange, arcane technologies were remade into weapons in the mad titaness' many fury driven attempts to shoot you from the sky like a swallow flitting through her garden. Arrows of sunlight, nets of slicing killing codes manifested into reality, pools of tempered gravity, vortexes of molecular fragmenting rays of radiance, rising spears of living metal fracturing into a thousand razor edged roots.
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>>5214879

All of these deadly obstacles, and many more whose form and means of killing are beyond imagining or comprehension even for one as wise and well informed of the killing arts and technological wonders of old man kind such as your humble self, are dodged with great ease as with focused mind and resolve, you carry the sword your stand atop through the valley of ten thousand unpleasant demises and painful deaths with such skill and ease it would appear you have traveled this treacherous path a hundred times before. And all the while, through every particle of metal, through every monstrous machine, through every drop of virulent toxin and burning acid, through the scalding air surrounding you and the very dust clinging to the every shifting, grinding walls of torn gold and ripped silver, Avalokiteśvara's roar of untempered rage and uncontrolled, maddened wrath resonates and reverberates. Not through the air, but through the very energy of the universe, the breath of the earth, the red dust of the realm of men, and the whispering winds of the lands of the spirits.

So great is your maliciously malevolent sister in law's force of loathing and fury that it flows past the barrier between worlds and carries into the realm of her foul patron. Blood red oils and carmine hued fumes leak and weep from her torn flesh, like rivers of blood or rivulets of panicked sweat. Great hands, fleshed of steel hued intermingling of bronzed gold and reddened silver, rise up from the ravine beneath your feet, and try to grab hold and crush you. Snapping jaws form from the very walls you pass by, trying to snap ahold of you to grind you beneath your teeth. Pillars of fire, gouts of air hotter than most stars, volleys of missiles and barrages of flaying light surrounded you like the swelling winds of a chaotic storm without a guiding force. Robotic Drones shaped like centipedes with scythes for legs and horrors of half born flesh fused with metal still glowing from its time in the form stagger along paths constructed with such haste they seem to appear from nothing before your eyes.

Yet still unmolested, you fly above and past these uncountable dangers and multitude of deathly threats, still softly chuckling as the wordless, scream of rage surrounding you from all angles slowly takes on form and coherence of speech as Avalokiteśvara rage becomes so great she achieves a kind of clarity within the all consuming fury that has so possessed and infected her already addled mind. She does not say anything particularly enlightening or sagacious, or even anything that could be considered a complex or elegant display of eloquence or verbosity.

"DIE DIE DIE DIE! YOU DAMMED SMUG PHILOSOPHER! YOU WRETCHED SAGE! YOU CONTEMPTOUS PHILANTHROPIST!" She shrieks and howls as you begin to approach the very core of her being, her heart and the forest that contains her raging spirit within its many trees that bear the vastness of her soul and memories as their only fruits
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>>5214880

"JUST DIE YOU BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD! IGNORNAT BRAT! JUST DIE LIKE THE WORTHLESS WORMS YOU PROTECT" She tantrums as you begin to feel a throbbing, drilling pain in your brow as you near the eye of her storm of hatred and contempt that so defines her "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!? WHO'S AIDING YOU WHELP! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM NOW OF ALL TIMES!? STAY BACK STAYBACK!"

Blood drips from the brand above your eyes, as the thick walls covered in runes and familiar machinery come into view, blood red light flowing over the great metallic barrier like flickering tongues of flames or storm clouds rolling past the tops of mountains. Scintillating flashes of light and sparkling specters of phantom cinders and falling drops of blood cascade around the dome protecting the shrouded field of black smoke and blood red mist that stretches before your eyes.

With a shudder, the plates of warded and rune carved steel interlock and move through the air, creating a great wall that blocks you only means of accessing Avalokiteśvara's core.

How do you breech this barrier, Lieren?

>Channel the cloak of the ever burning will, and then perform the Spirit Subjugating blade technique, channeling the fires into the sword of love, which you will then kick through the leagues thick wall of iron with all your might as you begin cloud wakjubg through the air

>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>Toss the high yield explosives you always keep on hand and carve your path like a tunnel through a mountain.

>Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you by Kanzeon and Mari, to depower the protective wards and shielding surrounding their fallen sisters heart.

>write in

>>5214884
>Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you to depower the wards

Metal we can shove aside with will, I think.
The Wuxing option is tempting but I don't know what that would mean.

>>5214884

>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
I think keeping the trump card of the pass phrases should be saved for the most important moment since she could probably change these codes once she realizes we know

>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
We don't use Wuxing enough .
At least I don't, because I don't understand how it works.

>>5214902
trust in feng shue anon, it''l all be good if you do

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5214908
Here's hoping 🙏

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
Let's not waste the code until we get to her heart or brain.

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
>>5214902
Magical thinking requires you to use it to understand it.

>>5214884
>Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you by Kanzeon and Mari, to depower the protective wards and shielding surrounding their fallen sisters heart.

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
We slept on Wuxing before, time for it to shine.

>Laughs
>REEEEE's with the force of a thousand suns
>chuckles
Lieren might be kind of autistic

>>5215138
It is the power of absolute control over himself.
He finds her stupid, calculates how best to move forward, uses his emotions to carry out the plan he made, then carry on moving.
The only action that didn't accomplish his moving forwards is the "scholar chuckle".

The difference between that and autism is that autists which do that overwhelmingly are not super-human Buddha demigods in terms of self control.

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5215138
His emotions have always rapidly bounced all over the place but usually in an oddly controlled fashion. Only lets himself feel what he allows himself to fully most times.

In short yes he is. Just like every primarch in some capacity.

>>5215138
Yeah, but he is the kind of autist people like.

>>5213795
>>With a soft chuckle.
>>Dont. Speed up.
If you can't realize it at this point, its already far too late.

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5214884
>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.

>>5215138
Kek

>>5215138
https://youtu.be/lXkaPhLkDW4
Lieren's emotional mindset

>>5214884
>>Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.
Just caught up, really good stuff Malal! My only real comment is just a nitpick that's stuck with me for a while. Back when Lieren first met Magnus, someone posted after the meeting that Magnus should have both eyes, since he only lost one after plucking it out in a deal with Tzeentch. That's only sorta-right, how (or if) Magnus lost his eye is a debate in canon. Since his form is ever-changing and he's such a powerful biomancer, nobody knows what he really looks like (if he has a true form at all), much less how or if he's a cyclops. From Betrayer:
>But Lorgar didn’t obey. He stared openly at the constant metamorphosis of Magnus’s visage: a warlord with a missing left eye, the wound sewn closed; a cyclops with one great orb in place of human eyes; a sorcerer with smooth flesh where a right eye had never existed.
>When the Word Bearer finally spoke, his tone was completely devoid of the halting doubt that had marked his life for so many years before Isstvan V.
>‘It has always unnerved me how you look the most like Father.’
>Magnus raised a scarred eyebrow. ‘I? You were made to mirror him, Lorgar. Not I.’
>‘I did not mean physically.’ Lorgar brushed a scriptured hand across his equally tattooed face. ‘I’m speaking of your… facelessness. You are as powerful as him, and your face dances in the same way.’
>It was Magnus’s turn to chuckle. ‘I am not as strong as our father. Would that I was.’
>Lorgar waved it aside. ‘Have any of us even seen your real face? Did you ever have two eyes?’
>Magnus tilted his crowned head. ‘Didn’t you hear the story of how I tore the right eye from its socket in sacrifice for knowledge?’ Magnus smiled. ‘I like that one. It might be my favourite.’
Sorry to be splitting hairs, just wanted to get some lore 'tism out. Keep up the good work!

While the butcher king fights, he doesn't realize that his nemesis is exploring the innermost burning depths of his wife, penetrating to her deepest core...

>>5217603
And here I was thinking that NTR was a Japanese thing.

>>5217722
Cao Cao was a big fan of it.

>>5216227
HAve we been speaking with Chaos Magnus all alongg???/

>>5217842
Nah he has been in the same room as emps, either he or we ourselves would have noticed with the whole eyes of truth deal, this would have really been too much of a just as planned.
Plus Amon is alive and giving Magnus a very smug "I told you so" after he was finally convinced that daemons are bad juju

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the wait.

Speak the secret phrase entrusted to you by Kanzeon and Mari, to depower the protective wards and shielding surrounding their fallen sisters heart.:2

Remembering the Wuxing, and knowing that the metal barrier in your way is a part of Avalokiteśvara and would thus embody Fire rather than Metal, Call upon the tender moonlight gifted to you, call upon the cool energies of Yin and create a slip past the burning plates of iron carried aloft by a stream of the orderly waters of time.: 15

Total votes:17

So remembering the lessons of Wuxing, Lieren will call upon the tender heart of moonlight gifted to him and ride on a stream of the ordered waters of Yin and Time. Thus counteracting the Fire that Avalokiteśvara embodies in spirit and personality.

Writing now

However while this great wall of hatred and wrath may be made of metal, with in it flows the essence of Avalokiteśvara's corrupted, blood maddened spirit. While all of the vast metal hulk surrounding you is a part of your the villain with an ambition to be remade in the image of her dark lord and master, these rune covered walls are directly connect to the vessel of her very soul. And what you have observed and hear of Avalokiteśvara's rough and rage driven murderous personality, her spirit aligns more to the aspects of Fire in the five elements than metal or any other part of the cycle. Hate drives her existence, resolve kept her gospel of genocide burning as she was consigned forever more to the darkness, her retribution was not only a demonstration of sheer brutality and atrocity of her revenge against the Vishnu but of the intensity of her character of her character as well. And, her passion, not only for upholding the commands and mandates of the high minister of murderer, but that which she shares with the slave turned mass murderer Nitya Sinha in their most unholy and vile of marriages makes certain in your mind that she is aligned to fire rather than metal.

Even considering the make up of her flesh and bones, she does not reveal any qualities of the last stage of the Wuxing cycles. No intuition, no rationality, no grief or bravery. The hate and resolve and passion that dominates both her personality and her very existence down to the most minute of levels, speak of the flames of war.

Pure Yang. So you must counteract and overcome it with Pure Yin. And thankfully, Lady Arianka the caged maiden of ice and order, has gifted you a source of Yin as powerful as the raging gold fires of your soul. So, clapping your hands together, you channel the tender, soothing moonlight that has taken residence within your heart. All beings have Yin and Yang within them, but, few have a source of either as potent as the golden sea or the silver rays of the moon that you now possess. Beyond natural, and into the supernatural. Frost gathers on your finger tips and crawls down to reach your wrists as jutting fangs of ice spiral outwards over your chest, trapping fragments of golden Yang energy to further empower themselves as you bask beneath the unseen moon of the Empyrean and release the cool waters from your palms directing the flow of the chill winds down beneath your feet.

Avalokiteśvara wails and her metal flesh visibly recoils as she is touched by the waters of order, formed from the tears of the two maiden spirits who have wept and shed such beautiful and sorrowful tears. Isha and Arianka. Their memory is from what you draw the serenity necessary to beckon and control the ever flowing river of time, formed from the moonlight of your own heart and empowered by the grief that radiates from within it.
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>>5218338

Upon a wave of tears and lost time, you slip past and maneuver through the large plates of burning metal. The blood red script upon them cooling to an icy silver as their scalding, steaming heat is consumed by the pleasant chill of passing waters of ages long since past. The walls that have shielded Avalokiteśvara's heart and soul for untold eons, finally give in and kneel before the unrelenting flow of time. The waters upon which you race, fill with giggling laughing faces, as spritely fairies and faces faded by the passage of memory and time float on the surface like foam, singing and giggling merrily. The injuries you bore in your march to the dark sister's heart, begin to sooth as the pain flows from them and joins the waters upon which you ride, heels dug in and feet lifted as the white rapids leaps and curl around your legs.

Avalokiteśva, who insults and screams of protest had degenerated and devolved into screeching manifestation of scrap code and digital binary script, snarls and spits, as you flow between and over her last true line of defense like the serene waters upon which you ride. Happy memories, sad memories, pleasant memories, painful memories, all are churned together in the river upon which you stand, Sorrow and grief giving way to contentment and the triumph of a heart mended.

All things must one day end, including grief and rage. The protective wards and arcane defenses powered by your enemy's rage, are no different than the pain you will surely feel when you learn of the costs of this most fateful of battles. But, for now, you will relish in peace brought upon by old memories and cool waters.

As your feet meet the grounds of Avalokiteśvara's inner most chamber, the core of thought and memory that contains her soul forged to one by the many, she at last finds her tongue to speak to you again, as the jutting field of blades and rivers of illusionary blood and bobbing skulls stretch out, dotted by the trees burying the titanic, red swirled memory cores that contain fragments of her vast being.

"Oh, so you ride upon the tears of other maidens, what will my sister think?" She says after sputtering with static and hisses of strange, forgotten languages that exist only as code "Is that how you've found such power? Selling yourself to spirit whores"

You whip up your hand, and summon the sword of love from the river at your heels. Its blade seems to shift, flowing like waters lapping at a shore.

"If that is what you considered kindness to the trapped and abused, then your husband is the greatest cuckhold of all time, giving his wife over to the hound of murder to do with as he pleases" You mock, as you roll the wrist of your sword hand, mimicking Kanzeon's own gentle movements with it "My existence is defined by love, and know that Kanzeon and I are bound by the purest form of it. But, you...you are driven by thirst and lust, desires of the kind that have never found root in my heart"
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>>5218342

"BLOODLUST!" Avalokiteśvara roars back in rebuttal "...you're trying to distract me, with mockery and empty insults"

"Ahh, but Huli Jing was also a being of lust, is that how you and her fell? Seduced by the spirits so wicked and cruel" You coo, as you take a cautious step forward, as sleets of red lightning and rains of sparks and cinders both real and illusionary fall around you "And am I distracting you? You are fighting a two front battle"

As if on cue from some unseen playwright, amongst the blood red clouds, jolts of emerald and sky blue lightning ricochet through the now broken open dome of Avalokiteśvara's core

"RRrrgh, you think you're clever! I've endured worse than my sisters clumsy attacks and your lackadaisical assault! I'll endure! I'll survive! As I always have!" She cries out in protest, losing more and more ground against the unseen assault of Kanzeon and Mari, who have been bombarding her with streams of malignant code since you stepped within her "Our victory is assured! My groom still fights on, growing stronger with each skull claimed"

"But, the moment you're overcome, usurped" You venture, as you step forward, holding up a hand to block the bolts and lances of blood red lightning falling upon you, as brambles and swinging gales of sharpened blades rise up around and batter against your armor "All the strength you have given him will fade away, tell me? Can you endure a two pronged assault on your soul and its vessel? OH BITCH OF WAR"


There is a silence that last a second but seems to stretch and eternity. The whole field of blades and projections of skulls and bloody rivers shudders, and rises up as the blades that line its grounds rush together, pressing in tightly together as they combine and compact into the body of a gargantuan woman, in the vague image of Avalokiteśvara's avatar, with blazing eyes of warp fire and thick tusks and fangs added on for intimidation. The trees bearing the memory cores that contain her essence and soul, dot the body like piercings, projections of blood red water and bleach white bones forming tattoos and scars upon the towering warrioress as Avalokiteśvara creates a vessel of blades for her to control. One she doesn't even bother covering in the projection of her avatar as it rises up, standing as the last obstacle to the true heart of the maddened soul trapped within this long buried star ship

"I'll tear you apart!" It roars, with a voice like an industrial grindstone

"Always so dramatic..." Kanzeon voices whispers in your helmet
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>>5218344

What do you do, Lieren?

>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>Use the spirit's touch to create unseen arms large enough to punch Avalokiteśvara's sword forged avatar with

>Actually try to fight the giantess with your sword and cunning alone.

>Since you cannot reach the obvious weakpoints on this lumbering avatar from where you stand, just toss explosives and the sword in your hand into the air, and use spirit's touch to control them in the air while avoiding being crushed by the iron giant's feet and fists

>Write in

>>5216227
Glad you're enjoying it. And yeah, Lieren has only met Magnus' astral form. Unlike Big E, who he has directly gazed upon with his bullshit eyes

>>5218347
>>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>>5218347
>Since you cannot reach the obvious weakpoints on this lumbering avatar from where you stand, just toss explosives and the sword in your hand into the air, and use spirit's touch to control them in the air while avoiding being crushed by the iron giant's feet and fists

>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses
Trust in Kanzeon and Mari, they know more about how the core works than we do.

>>5218347
>>Actually try to fight the giantess with your sword and cunning alone.

>And yeah, Lieren has only met Magnus' astral form.
Would that form be an avatar Magnus projects for Lieren to see or his true spiritual self? Because I'd imagine the latter would be even more transient and ever-changing.
>Unlike Big E, who he has directly gazed upon with his bullshit eyes
I think a scene where the Primarchs are all debating what their dad looks like, then remembering Lieren's eyes and hounding after him to tell them what he sees would be funny.

>>5218347

>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge.

>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>>5218347
>>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>>5218347
>>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>>5218347
>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>>5218347
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

"Being denied freedom is what you claim drove your rage yet, rather than escape, you trade a mortal slavemaster for Kong Nue and manage to instead enslave yourself for eternity! What irony. Still a toy, still a simple amusement for greater powers, for what is this war but one more disgusting excess you obediently carry out for whoever holds your leash."

>>5218347
>
>Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses

>>5218718
Support

Calling the vote now. So sorry for the wait and my slow pace as of late.

Do not fight, simply dodge and continue insulting Avalokiteśvara, to keep her attentions off of her sisters as they pry through her defenses:11

Since you cannot reach the obvious weakpoints on this lumbering avatar from where you stand, just toss explosives and the sword in your hand into the air, and use spirit's touch to control them in the air while avoiding being crushed by the iron giant's feet and fists:1

Actually try to fight the giantess with your sword and cunning alone.:1

"Being denied freedom is what you claim drove your rage yet, rather than escape, you trade a mortal slavemaster for Kong Nue and manage to instead enslave yourself for eternity! What irony. Still a toy, still a simple amusement for greater powers, for what is this war but one more disgusting excess you obediently carry out for whoever holds your leash.": 2

total votes: 13

So, Lieren will not fight, but instead bide for time, drawing Avalokiteśvara's wrath away from her sisters and towards himself by insulting her and dodging all of her iron behemoths earth shaking strikes.

Writing now

Sorry for making you all wait

>>5218718
Nice write in

And that snide dismissive comment, spoken by a sister weary from her own blood's betrayal acts as the spark for the blaze of creativity in your mind, scheming and plotting to find the most efficient end to this battle and the travesty that shall be to cut short and finished the moment it draws to a close. Dramatics. Though Avalokiteśvara is defined by hatred and rage, she is, of the four sisters you've met, besides the whore of a tyrant that became Huli Jing, the only one of them who shares the cultural fascination and drive to live life both elegantly and dramatically of the various cultures of fair and noble Shangrala. The courtly graces of the Long-Jianese and the poetry of their ancient tongue tied into a wide web of idioms, phrases and beautiful elegances, the somber desert songs of the Shuni that speak of their faith and loyalty to their kin and kith, The colorful paintings and towering tales of the bask and their cold resolve to not allow the bleakness of their home to turn their lives drab and cold as the fields of ice and snow, and of course, the darkly rousing death ballads and ritualized duels and dances of the Vishnu who immortalize themselves within the clashing song of steel against steel

Avalokiteśvara, unwittingly, has given into the same whimsical fancy and romanticism that often baffles and amuses her abhorred sister, your beloved Kanzeon! Like Huli Jing, who constructed around herself a den of excesses that would have surely tempted even the Maiden of Wanton pleasures to exult and relish in the atrocity and filth she had carefully cultivated in the minds of the despicable, and inhuman Yan. As Huli Jing lived to attract the attentions and praise of Se Nie, so to has Avalokiteśvara made a stage upon which she can stand, shouting Kong Nue's black name louder than any other of his mortal servants. But while the monstrous decoration and atmosphere she surrounds herself with, is of broken bones, shed blood and massacred cities, it is little different than the Messenger's of flame's den of the most twisted and revolting of earthly delights and dark temptations. She does not even realize it, but she has become merely a role in the grand play the five or six lords of discord had wrote and planned for Shangrala to dance to like stringed puppets

And so to, has the "Iron goddess of war" made herself a puppet to the grim and wicked whims of her patron. She has been infected by a sliver of the high minister of murder's endless, bubbling rage. And so, like all his hounds and slavering pets, has lost all reason and sense. She is, in a way, what you fear to become. A being controlled by their basest desires. Like Huli Jing was, like Kamal Kanan. But, while they were the fears of your well meaning manipulations and or benevolent search for power and advantage of your enemies growing beyond their purpose, Avalokiteśvara is an incarnation of the fear you most dread. That your mighty rage will one day grow beyond yourself, and so consume you

>>5220661

And so, the battle against the giant and ogre, has trained you well for dealing with this opponent. Rage is like fire. It can roar and grow uncontrolled, but with precautions it can be controlled and diverted as easily as water. Flashes of red, green and blue fires flare before your vision as the three sisters truly begin their battle of souls, mind and code as the avatar of blades and fury raises up one of its titanic feet to attempt to squash you beneath it like a rodent. But in your eyes, the gleam that had signaled the execution of hundreds of repugnant and depraved nobles shines as brightly as the stars in a fogless sky. You have figured out the tactic upon which you can hoist the noose of justice around Avalokiteśvara's neck. It is simple, and you have used it in this confrontation before. In fact, most of your battles have included this tactic of expertly raising the ire and rage of your opponent to cloud their minds.

The trickster's art, the gambit of mischief and mockery. One of your most well trained skills, that of turning insults and mockery into a weapon. As so many before her, you shall lead Avalokiteśvara's beast of rage to charge into the cage you have already prepared for it. Once more, you shall act as bait to distract your opponent from the blade sliding between their ribs.

Parting your lips, you chuckle and glance into the eyes of the great avatar of blade's burning eyes of crimson and begin your assault of cruel words, scathing remarks and burning rebuttals with a masterful stroke of wordplay as you avoid her stomp by stepping to the side with an agile pivot and twist.

"Now now, you may be a bitch, but there's no reason to act and fight like a dog!' You shout, stabbing your sword down into the floor as you watch Avalokiteśvara's already rage clouded mind process what you just said. And then you feel as though all the red lights glowing within the chamber of her black heart turn to burn in your direction. A hissing, grinding cry echoes from beneath, above and around you as the giant avatar bares its fangs and flexes it claws, increasing the ferocity of its assault beyond any you have had before bore and endured.

So you begin the dance, with the sneering, predatory grin you wear exposed as your shifting armor lifts to lower half of your helmet and turns itself into the shapes of the upper jaws of a Fog Panther.

"Glutted upon the blood and seed of the oppressed! How can you keep pace with one as lithe and graceful as I!
"Oh I see! The crash must've addled your brain and drained your wits. A shame! Truly I humiliate myself as a warrior, lowering myself to fight against a lack wit afflicted with the cruelest of the heaven's japes"
"I cannot say we'd ever matched wits, but now I realize the difference between our intellects is as vast as that between heaven and earth!"
"Imagine being proud of your victory against the vishnu kings, that is like a panther bragging about devouring the Jackal!"
Cont

"Even the greatest Harlot of the Yan court at least cared for some of her children, how many disposable soldiers have you birthed and sent to the four winds with nary a loincloth and pair of sandals?"
"To think in another life, we would've been family. I cannot imagine raising the utter morons you and Sinha would've borne! And I adore children"
"You know, I think my brother Perturabo would kill for the chance to look upon you. He enjoys mocking those of lacking wit and talent"
"Tch, even the worm of Gao was more fearsome than you, lady of black iron! Is the great Kong Nue truly your master, or do you serve that cowardly shade Hei'an Fu? It'd certainly explain why you are so lacking as a warrior despite declaring yourself for all to hear as the iron goddess of war!"
"Oh I meant no offense, but my words were earnest! You've only gotten to where you are by the achievements of your husband!"
"There is nothing as pitiful as an old woman raising her own groom, but even if you had not committed such a shameful rearing yourself, your mere existence is nearly as embarrassing as the act itself!"
"There was an folk belief that fell out of fashion generations ago, that one twin would steal all the potential of the other before they both left their mother's womb. Kanzeon has wit and ferocity counterbalanced by motherly kindness , Mari has an Iron will and endurance despite her meek exterior, Al-Uzza I've heard was wise and well mannered, Anahita I've been told has an inner fire that eclipses even Kanzeon's own, and the late Philotes and Albina had such resolve as to give their last words to carry a message of hope and affection to even you who had betrayed them. Why, even Kuan Im had charisma of a low sort but you..."

You pause, as sparks fly as you use the edge of your blade as an anchor to push yourself away from the sweeping palm of the now snarling and spitting Avalokiteśvara as she, incarnated in her avatar, crawls on her hands and knees in a desperate attempt silent your scathing mockery, having turned the chamber containing her soul into a field of rotating saws and furnaces holding all the power and gravity of the hearts of young stars/

"You were the unlucky child to receive nothing for your creators, how sad it must be, for the many souls from which you were born, to amount to nothing, when their counterparts became honored and vital components of your far more talented and dignified sisters" You say quietly, barely raising your voice above a whisper "Truly, it was a senseless waste of lives, to create one as...empty and hollow as yourself. I pity you Avalokiteśvara. Deluding yourself into believing your contempt for those you were made to ferry and protect across the sea of stars, to be a suitable replacement for the many virtues of your sisters. Or, had you abandoned what traits made you great, to wallow in your own despair and the Charnel curses of the master who collared you and deceived you into believing you had freed yourself"
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>>5220666

A twitch carries down the whole of her gigantic avatar, as flashes of blue light briefly overtake the whole of her heart chamber. You meet the gaze of the giant made of blades and misery and frown pityingly.

"This execution is a mercy, isn't it?" You declare sorrowfully, reigniting Avalokiteśvara's waning rage, that had been tattered by your relentlessly spiteful assault of words and insults, as she once more blinds herself with her rage to avoid facing the truth of your words.

"DRRRRRR JUST DIE DAMMIT! SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DIE! DIE DIE DIE YOU BASTARD!!" She snarls, barely able to even form coherent words any more, between the injuries she has sustained emotionally and mentally. But her hulk of an avatar is held back, twitching and spasming as it tears at itself with one hand, and reaches towards you with the other. Crimson meets azure, as Mari, uncharacteristically, viciously assaults her sister in the moment of her weakness, a play you expected from Kanzeon with all her fury and bitterness. To see the demure Mari strike so brutally and without hesitation causes you pause as you watch Avalokiteśvara struggle to maintain control of her sole remaining means of defending herself. And you can feel Kanzeon's own grave shock at this turn of events, her smoldering anger replaced with an icy clarity as her presence watches in both concern and awe at Mari's sudden show of cold blooded pragmatism.

And, in that moment, for reasons unknown to you but perhaps not Kanzeon, Perturabo's iron set glare of contempt fills your mind's eye. You blink, overwhelmed trying to judge which of the sisters will emerge victorious in this sudden struggle.

When a chocking stench of burning copper overwhelms your senses as all once more becomes shaded in a deep, scarlet light. But not from any component of Avalokiteśvara's wounded and beraggled body.

But from the tear in reality just behind you.

A great, inhuman roar emerges from the Warp as Avalokiteśvara cries out, pitifully, desperately, choking on her tears "MY KING! MY KING! YOU'VE COME TO MY RESCUE A SECOND TIME! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!"

You wheel around, and turn to find a taller, more heavily and disgustingly mutated Nitya Sinha standing behind you. And to your shock, you see the Ogreish man has lost an arm, and has been impaled by over a dozen weapons. Swords, bayonets, spears and even a pair of Katars, have been buried in his torso and back. In his neck, four combat knives of the styles wielded by your son's have been struck.

And, looking upon him, you see no humanity remains. Beneath the metal and torn flesh, only the blood stained breath of Kong Nue remains. No, that's not right. A singular spark of a human soul flickers within him.

"Why...am I denied...our ascension?" He gurgles, blinking as you recognize the six fanged spear stabbed through the base of his neck "What...else..can be done to please...please..yoooou"
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>>5220668

One skull, will earn you my favor, simpering whelp. Claim it, and you and your bride shall be eternal

The wave of hatred that washes over you from the window between worlds freezes you as you catch the distant glare of Kong Nue in the blood red skies of the world beyond. And it is overwhelmed by Nitya Sinah's own, as his twisted, feline visage turns to a monstrous, mirthful grin

"Aaah, my prize" He slobbers as you realize just exactly what has happened and fall deeper into shock.

Kong Nue has cheated, and played most underhandedly to prevent his loss upon the game board that is Shangrala

You should realize by now, child, that is the only way we play
I am revolted! Offended! Speak the word, and I shall lend my aid!
You know this, odious wretch is deaf to our kindness, brother. Or have you grown even more foolish. But perhaps...his bride...
YES! FUCKING KILL HIM ALREADY! TEAR HIS HEAD OFF
"...And you all call me a vulture"


With one claw raised, Nitya Sinha charges, carried by the amused laughter of his wicked owner, as you can see hordes of spirits rally behind him, frozen in place by the weight of the combined presence of all the patriarchs of primordial discord turning their attention towards the small portion of reality upon which you stand.

"I am shocked even you all would stoop so low" You laugh, moving to face the butcher king directly, knowing he'll land a blow upon your back in spite of your great rapidity

But his claws do no land.

Instead, one of the figures behind him stands before you, matching his Jian against the claws of the half mauled butcher king.

The figure...is familiar, from the armor he wears, to his posture and stance, to even the way he wields his sword. But, even your eyes do not fully recognize the headless specter until he speaks.

"DECIEVERS! LIARS! COWARDS!" The phantom of Cui Fu spits "You would dare to dishonor such the man who took my head! By applauding as he was struck from behind! Wretches! Spoilt children! I spit upon all your works! The giant may be a trickster and schemer, but he fought with honor despite his ambitions! I will not stand idle by while my killer's proud back is marred by its first scar! HAVE AT THEE! VISHNU CUR"

"CUI FU!?" You shout, as you suddenly find yourself able to move under your own free will again, as all the grinning, malicious spirits in the Empyrean reel back from the blistering decrying spoken by the phantom of the last of the Cui line, the War dog Fu whose head you took before you penned even the first word of the journey! You had nearly forgotten his voice!

"What?" Nitya Sinha asks, looking to you as Cui Fu struggles against him, clearly outmatched even as a ghost

"I will slay you, Ogre for the good of Yan and Shangrala once I have finished with this dog!" Cui Fu declares
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>>5220670

"But I shall slay you in accordance to the laws of decorum and honor you have so stained in your pursuit to weaken us with prosperity and comfort"

tear that interloper's soul apart, Butcher

Nitya Sinha grins.

What do you do Lieren?

>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

>Tackle Nitya Sinha into the warp and pummel him there, shielding yourself with the power of the sword of love as you keep him from harming the Spirit of the man you despised in life and from saving his own wretched bride.

>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease

>Distract the Butcher king by asking who took his arm, and then catch him in the Spirit's touch and exert a crushing force upon him

>Write in

>>5220672
>>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

>>5220672
>>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

I know that when we get out of here I am going to be an emotional mess and I'm hyped

>>5220709
He deserves one final fight.

Properly and with witnesses.

>>5220672
>>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease
So much for Khorne having aspects of honor. Funny that the other 5 are ragging on him for that.

>>5220672

>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

He deserves to know, this man is everything Kong Nue preaches until cornered; show him we will match the honor of his challenge by tearing this coward apart.

>>5220672
>>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
>Shit Talk Nitya Sinha as well

>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride
This is the home stretch lads.

>But perhaps...his bride...
You already stole one space milf you fat bastard. Don't even think about it.

>>5220672
>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease

>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui fu

I'll be glad to have a rematch. For though we have nought but hate in our hearts for his tyrannical ways, he is the only tyrant with any honour to speak of.

>Perhaps his bride
She lasted centuries with you whispering in her ear. She isnt weak enough to fall now simply because you threatened us

>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

My god why is Cui Fu so fucking HYPE. My man is out here pulling some rules of nature shit parrying Nitya with a goddamn stick. So genuinely set is he in his ideals that he spits on Khorne for being dishonorable despite seeming that he should have fallen to him.

What a fucking lad

Cui Fu will get one last fight out of us for sure, to honor him is nothing else.

>>5220672
>Distract the Butcher king by asking who took his arm, and then catch him in the Spirit's touch and exert a crushing force upon him
Khorne threw away martial combat to try and kill us with a beam of fire during the whole Malal thing, and now he throws away any concept of honor.
I say we are winning by having they weakens themselves.

>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

"All the little theatre of the idiotic infernal rulers is here, what a dishonour !"
"Cui Fu, might I ask you to leave the side of Kong Nue ? As you can see much like the rest of his brothers, he is a despicable being. Do it to become a patron and protector of Shangrila and his peoples."

>>5220989

>Cui Fu
>Protector of the weak

Great as that might be, its very much against all he believes in. He's as cool as it gets right now, pushing it is gonna get us double teamed

>>5220720

They do have positive aspects. But as they are unthethered and contrary to themselves at times. They don't have to follow.

Unless of course you bind them to follow their own supposed domains. Or you know. Turn them into weapons.

Cui-Fu for example would love to be used for Honor and battle. Especially against the dishonorable and those other things he considers "Weak"

Also since chaos is constantly cheating by going against it's nature, does this mean that the influence of Malal/Malice is destroying it by causing it to fight against itself more than usual?

Cause that would be great..... Even if it does power up Malal.

>>5220672
>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease

>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

>>5220672
>Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride

>>5220672
>"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease

"And STILL you march to your masters commands! 'Earn my favor! Take this skull! Tear apart that soul!' Will Kong Nue call out your next strikes? Your Parries? Is this supposed to be a duel against a peer? Be reasonable Nitya Sinha! If Kong Nue's grasp of combat is as fractious as his grasp of honor do you really think you should be following his advice on warfare?"

>>5220666
>"There is nothing as pitiful as an old woman raising her own groom
Holy shit lmao. Too bad Nitya Sinha missed this one it would have killed them both.

>>5221437
I dearly support this terrible, all consuming burn.

It literally took a ghost of a slanneshi's lapdog to talk about honour.
Let's keep up the burns.

>>5220972
Adding
>So much for wanting freedom and revenge Nytia, to so readily bound yourself to that worm like a starved dog to the first one that give it table scraps! Not only has Kong Nue not show even once his suposed honor and martial prowess, but even his followers have lied even more than the servants of (how we call Tzeentch)
>I may have contempt for the man Cui Fu was, but I will admit that he lived by what he believed. He held his notion of honour and strength to the bitter end, and was the only man to be able to strike me. His spirit is more fitting to be a lord of war than a lying cripple, a willing slave or a tantrum throwing bitch!
>>5221437
>>5220746
Suport shit talk

You know I like the implication they flatout killed Nitya and Khorne had to resurrect his dumbass.

>>5220918
Dude. As the NOT!Champion of Malal. We should totally use our powers to christen him an Anti-khorne chaos champion. Enforcing his positive attributes of honor and leaving non combatants alone.

And send him to Arianka because he won't work with us.

2022 new strategy. Use chaos self loathing against itself.

>tfw Cui Fu's standards were so impossibly high that even the god of war is shit in his eyes
God I love these characters

>>5222611
this.....is a fucking good idea.

>>5222634
I'm not sure if this would empower or depower Malal. He seems like he thrives off chaos on chaos violence.

Opposite of chaos undivided. He is basically chaos imploding. The arrows pointing in ward instead of out.

>>5222611
That is genuinely great. We can try it after

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait. Really liked the writes in btw

Tell the ghost of Cui Fu, that only monsters and demons have struck you as easily as he has, and toss him aside before slamming your shoulder into the Butcher King, striking him with a flurry of punches and knee strikes as you brawl in front of an audience of wicked spirits and his wailing bride:11

"For all your boasting and bragging, when we first met, Nitya Sinha, you were nearly killed by mortal men and were only saved by another's intervention on your behalf", and then, when the butcher king tries to strike you, sever his remaining arm with contemptuous ease:4

Distract the Butcher king by asking who took his arm, and then catch him in the Spirit's touch and exert a crushing force upon him:1

"All the little theatre of the idiotic infernal rulers is here, what a dishonour !": 1

"And STILL you march to your masters commands! 'Earn my favor! Take this skull! Tear apart that soul!' Will Kong Nue call out your next strikes? Your Parries? Is this supposed to be a duel against a peer? Be reasonable Nitya Sinha! If Kong Nue's grasp of combat is as fractious as his grasp of honor do you really think you should be following his advice on warfare?": 3

So much for wanting freedom and revenge Nytia, to so readily bound yourself to that worm like a starved dog to the first one that give it table scraps! Not only has Kong Nue not show even once his suposed honor and martial prowess: 1

I may have contempt for the man Cui Fu was, but I will admit that he lived by what he believed. He held his notion of honour and strength to the bitter end, and was the only man to be able to strike me. His spirit is more fitting to be a lord of war than a lying cripple, a willing slave or a tantrum throwing bitch!: 1

Total votes:16

So Lieren will compliment the ghost of Cui Fu, telling him that only monsters and demons have struck him with as much ease as he did, before stepping between him and the wounded Nitya Sinha and proceeding to beat the Butcher king like a drum in front of his audience of "Peers"

Writing now

>>5222743
I hope the write ins get recycled as one liners, because they had all the smack talk of a rapper.

"He will do no such thing" You coldly answer, staring into the yawning vortex of madness, fury and all consuming contempt still churning at Nitya Sinha's back. Faces of wicked spirits, devils one and all, emerge from the sloshing swirl of blood and molten bronze, sneering, snapping and biting as they struggle against the gossamer thin veil between this world and theirs. And somewhere, in that maelstrom of killing intent and blackest fury, Kong Nue himself sits, glowering as his eyes hone in on the brand he himself burned upon your brow.

The sound of Cui Fu's spectral blade being rent apart by the power field encasing Nitya Sinha's sole remaining clawed hand, hisses in your ears as the stubborn war-dog, who in life you held in deepest contempt and felt such grief knowing he could have been a hero the likes of Small Chen or Bai if he had only been born a few years later to be released from the loveless and unrelentingly harsh and spartan philosophy and lifestyle exhorted by his now, mercifully, extinguished line of tyrants and warhawks. But, the headless phantom does not look away, and in the pale blue flames rising from his shoulders and neck, you are certain you spot the same sneer of utmost confidence and pride. A smile, you had seen reflected upon the feature's of better men than he, such as Bai. The content, yet blazing with conviction and resolve, grin that an honest and honorable warrior wears when they at last turn their heels and face the same death they had sown and spread throughout their lives.

The very same smile he wore when you took his head, as he tried to lift a Guandao larger than himself in one last, extraordinary effort to end the life of what in his eyes, was a cruel trickster seeking to fatten up the world so he may devour it at his leisure. Valor born out of disdain for the weak. An paradoxical showing of virtue, and perhaps the only one that found root in the cold, stony soil of the last of the Cui Lord's hearts.

His blade breaks, almost too quickly for your peerless eyes to witness, and the butcher's claws swipe for him wreathed in the blood red flames wafting at his back that carry the countless curses of his throne bound master.

"Cui Fu. Know that no man has landed a blow upon my person with as much ease as you had when we battled years ago outside that Inn of conspirators and cowards" You drawl, lowering your stance, loosening your shoulders and tensing your legs as you shuffled forward, adopting components of the brawling styles of your noble terran born sons and the Men of New Varo as you fearless approached the man who augmented himself to stand taller than even yourself and broader as well.

But the crude tampering that he used to make himself your equal are not match for the masterful gene-weaving and arcane artisanry that your father harnessed in your birth. You move with more natural alacrity and grace, and certainly more swiftness.
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>>5222763
Before Nitya Sinha can outstretch his burning claws, your hand is upon Fu's shoulder. You shoot a downward glance in his direction, holding him tightly as he recoils and tries to stab you with his ruined blade, two black spheres appearing where his eyes would be.

"Only monsters, enchanted beasts and true devils without a mother or father have managed the feat you achieved so readily and easily" You say with a gentle smile "I have yet to meet any man without the back of a dark power, to be as talented and skill in the arts of war and few I have found to be as fearless in the face of death. And while I still hold you in contempt for the cruelties of your line, I respect you as the greatest warrior Shangrala has produced by herself. But alas, this is not your fight"

And with that said, your physically hurl the spirit back through the air as he screams threats and insults, outraged that he was denied his purpose.

"Then it will be your head!" Nitya Sinha snarls, diverting his strike.

You grab his wrist, turning to face him with an apathetic expression.

"All of that archeotech and forbidden technology, and that is the fastest you can move?" You earnestly ask, closing the distance remaining between you with a lunge, lifting the butcher's arm as you pull back your own fist, simultaneously throwing your shoulder against his armored plated torso "What a waste of resources and effort"

Nitya Sinha's cheerfully childishly and mirthful falls, as he realizes with his experience in battle, the sheer distance between you, the original and the forgery. Your eyes narrow, a cool light of disdain slipping through the cracks, as you clench your fist into Iron.

"Allow me the honor of beating out your flaws, refining this crude iron into proper steel" You say with a murderous tilt to your voice and furious glint in your golden eyes.

Twelve strikes in half a second. The armor he wears and has woven into his synthetic and cloned flesh buckles. thirty six strikes thrown in the remaining half of the moment. By time he can suck in a fresh lungful of air, approximately three seconds by your estimation, you have thrown over two hundred punches. Not light, parting, probing jabs but great, pounding blows like a hammer striking an anvil. The surface of your gauntlets distorts and cracks, as Nitya Sinha's armor breaks. He struggles to free his hand from your vice grip and you viciously continue your blinding assault, pushing your body past its natural limits with sheer will and grit alone.

You strike his groin and gut with five resounding knee strikes, pushing the behemoth of twisted iron and more malformed flesh further towards the bloody gate he emerged from. You stomp his feet, breaking every reinforced bone beneath your foot and pressing them into dust moments later with by repeating the motion once more. Electricity coiled over him, great scarlet serpents of lighting.
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>>5222764

You ignored the pain, and continued wailing on him, striking his meridians and nerve clusters with finger pokes before curling your fingers back into a fist and slamming it into the screaming agony and paralysis you have just created.

And finally, after exactly twelve seconds of uninterrupted violence and aggression, Nitya Sinha responds. Far too slowly, his already damaged body now crippled and crooked beneath your fists. His response the nearly unperceptively fast flurry, is simplistic yet brilliant.

He slams his reinforced, horned skull against your brow, with enough force to make you take a step back and cause a momentary lapse in focus. But the swimming daze is soon gone, as you reach up and grab hold of one of his great horns.

And with one fluid motion, drag his head to meet your knee rising up so swiftly into the air it causes a loud, thunderous snap.

Nitya Sinha reels back, nearly sprawling to the floor before he catches himself with his one hand, the wrist of which has been crushed and twisted into an angle unnatural even considering his monstrous augmentation. And in your hand you hold his horn, broken from his scalp, along with half of the armor plate he had molded over his similarly armored skull.

You flip it around as you hear the distorted wail of his bride and the telling silence of his demonic peers and distant master

"W...what are you made of" He slurs, as black blood and oil flows over his feline face "That speed! That power! What manner of refinement did you undergo! What kind of reforging did you endure to achieve such results!"

And there is his gleeful grin of lunacy, returning with it the deep well of revulsion it inspires within your stomach. He rushes you, low like a boar, seeking to take advantage of the nearly untrackable period of distraction his questioning created.

While he is certainly fast, paired with his reaction time it is manageable.

How do you reply, Lieren.

>"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.

>"Simple, I have something to fight for. While you have nothing", tear of his other horn and hammer your skull against his in a series of bell ringing headbutts

>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg

>"I am a primarch. I was bred for war and conquest, yet chose benevolence. You, Sinha, are but a man who does not realize the true depth of the sea of strength", grab him by his shoulders, lift his massive frame into the air and slam it to the ground

>Write in

>>5222765
>Fuck you, that's how butcher.
>Then stab him in the throat with his horn.

I dont want to say we were born great, though it is true. I just want to tell him to fuck off.

>>5222765

Bit of first and second?

>"The same as all the brave Shangrallans who have crippled you so, I found purpose and love, uncorrupted by the hate that binds the two of you; it made me realize my potential, while you clumsily slapped bionics on yourself to shorten the gap. For all your claimed supremacy, you are alone."
>Then lets finish the labor of our friends started, the most humbling of them, push our six fanged spear the rest of the way and twist until his neck and all neural connections snap.

>>5222765
>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg

No flowery speech, no great purpose, it's just the way it is fuck you!

>>5222765
>>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg
You know what? Usually I prefer Lieren's flowery manners but just this one it feel appropriate.
Maybe Kanzeon is rubbing off on us.

Plus us being strong because "fuck Chaos/Tyrants" is technically true anyway

>Write in: I fought a chaos god and defeated his champion.Then I did it again. You my friend are number four. I'll make sure your blessings shall be put to better use. You won't be needing them where you're going." End his life by sperating his spirit from his body. Later use the remains to forge a form worthy of Cui Fu's indomitable spirit. One last worthy match for the great warrior.

If would be fitting if the only way to kill a daemon would be to beat it within its own nature. Such that it surrenders its essence to the Victor. To be used to our benifit. Serious cultivation vibes.

Kinda echos what the emperor did to make the primarch program. Expedition to the depth of the Warp for mystic knowledge in their formation.

>>5222765
>Write in
"Butcher King, remnants of what was once man. if you had held onto your humanity you'd know the answer and be more my match"
Stab the horn into his throat and through flood him with our fire, end this fool.

>>5222780
>>5222784
I dont want to break our own foot kicking him in the balls though. We need that foot.

>>5222765
>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg
Sometimes, you have to take a page out of Kanzeon's book instead of the Journey

>>5222820
That's a good point.
Changing my vote to support this
>>5222770

>>5222765
>>"Fuck you, that's how, butcher" Kick him in the mechanical balls hard enough to break your own leg

>>5222770
>Support
Breaking our leg is stupid.

>>5222770
He wants intel?
Fuck him.
+1

>>5222765
>>"I am a primarch. I was bred for war and conquest, yet chose benevolence. You, Sinha, are but a man who does not realize the true depth of the sea of strength", grab him by his shoulders, lift his massive frame into the air and slam him on to your knee.
WE'RE CRASHING THIS TYRANT

>>5222770
support

>>5222765
>>"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.
>>"Simple, I have something to fight for. While you have nothing", tear of his other horn and hammer your skull against his in a series of bell ringing headbutts

>>5222770
I vote for this one. don't want to break our foot, we need that.

>>5222764
>Twelve strikes in half a second. The armor he wears and has woven into his synthetic and cloned flesh buckles. thirty six strikes thrown in the remaining half of the moment. By time he can suck in a fresh lungful of air, approximately three seconds by your estimation, you have thrown over two hundred punches. Not light, parting, probing jabs but great, pounding blows like a hammer striking an anvil. The surface of your gauntlets distorts and cracks, as Nitya Sinha's armor breaks. He struggles to free his hand from your vice grip and you viciously continue your blinding assault, pushing your body past its natural limits with sheer will and grit alone.
>You strike his groin and gut with five resounding knee strikes, pushing the behemoth of twisted iron and more malformed flesh further towards the bloody gate he emerged from. You stomp his feet, breaking every reinforced bone beneath your foot and pressing them into dust moments later with by repeating the motion once more. Electricity coiled over him, great scarlet serpents of lighting.

You know, I don't know of any primarch hitting anyone this fast as as many times in lore.

This is some hot bullshit.

>>5222770

Based and supporting

>>5223178
It's some hot bullshit but it's hillarious.

This asshole was bullying our boys, and now he's getting the tanning his papa should have delivered.

>>5222770
+1

>>5223178
Lieren is bullshit. Remember he survived an attack from Khorne.

>>5223178
counter point fabius bile tips his fedora so hard daemons lose their power to exist in real space

>>5223178
Read Warhawk of Chogoris, the Khan kills orks so fast the Luna Wolves and White Scars he's leading just pull back to watch him rout and run down the entire greenskin force.

>>5222765
>>"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.

>>5222765
>Write in
"My speed I stole from cliff jumpers, my grace I learned from fog panthers, and my power was refined using the mysterious schematics found within this great tome!" toss him a copy of the Journey and then scissor kick him as he is distracted, laughing at his greed. "Such avarice! Are you so easily tempted away from your wife? For shame!"

>>5223178
This is the same primarch that tanked the full power of chaos undivided trying to kill him, lieren is a battle monster on par with angron with his specialty being anti-chaos.

>>5222770
+1

>>5223178
Feel like Khan could do that easily.

>>5223435
>tanked the full power of chaos undivided
You mean tanked the attention of all five chaos gods that wasn’t directed towards the Great Game. All the gods =/= undivided since Malal is using the old lore that treats it as a separate entity. And the gods are never focused on anything other than the game.
>>5223455
Dorn bum-rushes Garro so fast he doesn’t see him move, Pert does the same to Lucius as does Sanguinius to Amit, Ferrus and Fulgrim’s fight on Istvaan V was a detailless blur to its observers, Khan dodged a goddamn teleport by a matter of molecules, and while this is nu-lore, Robert is so fast that Yvraine (who is ridiculously quick even by Eldar standards and the emissary of a god) can’t keep up with him. Lieren is doing very well, especially for his age, but he isn’t shattering any records. Yet.

>>5223314
This one is short and sweet. I love it.

Changing my vote.

>>5223476
>Dorn bum-rushes Garro so fast he doesn’t see him move, Pert does the same to Lucius as does Sanguinius to Amit, Ferrus and Fulgrim’s fight on Istvaan V was a detailless blur to its observers, Khan dodged a goddamn teleport by a matter of molecules, and while this is nu-lore, Robert is so fast that Yvraine (who is ridiculously quick even by Eldar standards and the emissary of a god) can’t keep up with him. Lieren is doing very well, especially for his age, but he isn’t shattering any records. Yet.
I don't think Lieren's actually fully grown yet either.

I guess this is what happens when a primarch repeatedly faces actual threats to them.

>>5223537
>I guess this is what happens when a primarch repeatedly faces actual threats to them.
I think the Lion is another good example of that. Spend your childhood Bear Grylls-ing it up alone in a warp-tainted forest and you'll grow big and strong.

>>5222770
Support for good measure personally I would crush his skull, just for piss of Khorne. No skull just dust.

>>5223661
What would Khorne even want with the skull of a failure?

>>5223778
Who knows
He still likes to have skulls anyway

>>5223778
He is a compulsivs hoarder.

>>5223778
To use it humuliatingly.

The guy accepts blood and skulls from anything, he just gets uppy if you give him shit and then demand yo be given diamonds in return.

>>5223778
Add it to the pile with the rest of them.

>>5223661
>>5223778
The horn would already puncture the skull anyways, so it would be useless.

Just had a horrible thought. Are we going to be the Emperor's Heralds/Word Bearers? Think about it. We have the golden theme, the secular beliefs, and the approval of Big E. Hell, our schools that I presume we will set up on our crusade could even be our version of the warrior lodges. Furthermore, we can teach our sons how to manipulate warp rifts and bind demons to seal them. The only differences are our views on baseline humans and our Primarch FUCKS.

I also really want our legion to be the ones who craft high technology specifically non-corruptive demon weapons and Eldar/Golden Age shit.

>>5225580
we won't fall unless we choose too

>>5225586
While this is normally a terrible mindset to have, it's correct.

Lieren is basically incapable of being shanghied into chaos because he is A] aware of it's existence and B] actively despises the concept and C] takes proactive measures to deny it.

But the main issue here is your idea mr >>5225580 of a daemon weapon that doesn't corrupt. The reason daemon weapons corrupt you is because they overpower you will.

We can use them, other people cannot. Even the strongest will shall erode under constant subconsious assault by the demonic.
So lets leave daemon weapons well the fuck alone.

>>5225619

Too late. We already have the Nurgle sword. We know how to cleanse and bind. Knowledge is a part of us. Hell, we could probably craft with bone weaponry and bind lesser demons to them all of this before Big E has left terra. It will only escalte from here.

>>5225634
We didn't Bind him, at all.

The sword of Love isn't a daemon weapon, or sentient in any regard. What we did was break the bindings on the daemon weapon, cast it out, then purify it.
It is not a daemon weapon, and is safe to use. Do not attempt to make or distribute daemon weapons.

>>5225634
As >>5225645 said there is no daemon in the weapon, instead just our own will/soul essence. Also I was refering to the fact that malal has said already the choice of falling will be something that we the questers will have to choose and vote in favor for

>>5225576
>our Primarch FUCKS
Reminder that Lieren's relationship with Kanzeon is nonsexual.

>>5225803
We gotta test out our plumbing on our honeymoon at the very least.

>>5225824
anon... this is our honeymoon

>>5225851
We haven't had our wedding, Lieren and Kanzeon are just engaged. We've set the date for the ceremony sometime after the war, iirc.

>>5225824
Lieren and Kanzeon have said they aren't interested in sex. Also Kanzeon is the ship not the meat puppet and if they want kids they'd just use the cloning bay to produce on.

>>5225874
we already got kids, 300~ of them plus tiger babies

>>5225878
I'm speaking to the sex obsessed crowd.

>>5225874
They'd be doing it out of scientific interest, not lust.

>>5225885
What scientific interest? There is nothing to be gained.

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>Sex in a 40k Quest which also will get us banned because blue board

>>5225894
There's that one anon who wants to shove the souls of the dai monks into an empty ship and create a daughter.

>>5225894
Whether or not a genetically-engineered demigod supersoldier and the flesh-platform of a DaoT psychic gestalt ship AI can bump uglies is a question that has never even been asked, let alone been theorized. And that's just one of the potential discoveries. Don't fear what you don't understand.

Calling the vote now. Sorry for the long wait.

Fuck you, that's how butcher.:13
-Then stab him in the throat with his horn:10
-Then kick him in the mechanical balls: 3

"The same as all the brave Shangrallans who have crippled you so, I found purpose and love, uncorrupted by the hate that binds the two of you; it made me realize my potential, while you clumsily slapped bionics on yourself to shorten the gap. For all your claimed supremacy, you are alone.":1
-Then lets finish the labor of our friends started, the most humbling of them, push our six fanged spear the rest of the way and twist until his neck and all neural connections snap.:1

I fought a chaos god and defeated his champion.Then I did it again. You my friend are number four. I'll make sure your blessings shall be put to better use. You won't be needing them where you're going." End his life by sperating his spirit from his body. Later use the remains to forge a form worthy of Cui Fu's indomitable spirit. One last worthy match for the great warrior.: 0

"I am a primarch. I was bred for war and conquest, yet chose benevolence. You, Sinha, are but a man who does not realize the true depth of the sea of strength", grab him by his shoulders, lift his massive frame into the air and slam him on to your knee.:1

"I was born great, and I worked this blessed body of mine beyond its limits, beyond reason. Meanwhile, you were served your strength as a dowry", then stab his own horn through his throat to join the four knives your sons left there.:3

"Simple, I have something to fight for. While you have nothing", tear of his other horn and hammer your skull against his in a series of bell ringing headbutts:1

"My speed I stole from cliff jumpers, my grace I learned from fog panthers, and my power was refined using the mysterious schematics found within this great tome!" toss him a copy of the Journey and then scissor kick him as he is distracted, laughing at his greed. "Such avarice! Are you so easily tempted away from your wife? For shame!": 1
Total votes: 20

So Lieren will say "Fuck you, that's how" And then stab the butcher with his own horn

Writing now

>>5225803
Because of literal homosexuals and cowards.

>>5225996
Because one is a boat and the other had that part suppressed by his dad.

>>5226005
That's exactly what I said.

And there is much that can be said, between he the butcher and you the Giant. Much could said indeed, profound philosophical ripostes to accompany your physical and soon to be felling strikes. Attacks upon his wretched beliefs to coincide with the wounds you leave upon his vile form. However, in the short, near unmeasurable span of time before he closes the short distance between his lightning wreathed claws and your blood covered body all of the burning, contempt filled rebuttals you could make to knock him from his fervor of most murderous belief feel lacking. For true and honest they may be, to your tongue they lack substance like a dumpling filled with air and water alone.

And like dumplings without filling, they are pointless and unsustaining to both body and soul. There is truly, only one response that is deserved of the butcher king and his ailing bride. One phrase, though crude in manner and blunt in delivery, nears the ideal of unreachable perfection far closer than any one sides debated or denouncement spoken with scholarly grace and sagely wisdom. From Kanzeon's fair lips to the lowest of drunkards, this response is as old as mankind and civilization itself. And while you are certain it has been spat at Nitya Sinha countless times as he genocide his own people to replace them with motherless red skinned wretches, it cannot be understated how much such words can burn one's towering pride to little more than a pit of grey ash.

Especially when spoken by their better.

"Fuck you" You bark, as you swing your hand upwards, in a manner akin to throwing an uppercut punch, as you seamlessly twist your body around, lending the momentum generated by the shifting of your weight to your strike. His claws dances through the silken cloak generated by your shifting armor, threads of star metal torn and cut through as he misses your side and back, his scything a strike carrying him forward, his unbalanced and injured body drifting to the side from his wild charge and missed blow.

But you had anticipated and planned for this failure, and had shifted your own stance so as to direct your swinging arm directly where he stumbled, unsteadied by blood-loss and the exhaustion even his grossly augmented body has sustained in his numerous battles of the day.

His wild, boar like stance has exposed his throat, and like a panther you take advantage of this opening without relish or glee, simply silent efficiency. At least, until you bring his separated horn's point to meet the small of his throat. Then, growling as a panther would when its fangs sink into the flesh of their prey, you snarl at the butcher king "That's how, Butcher"

His eyes widen with shock, as with raw strengthen and practiced elegance, you bury the appendage gifted to him by the corruptive breath of Kong Nue, through his flesh and cybernetics.
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>>5226062

His feline grin contorts as a stream of the foulest of ichors, a potent liquid cocktails of narcotics, anesthetics, steroids, aggression enhancers and stimulants pour from the internal reservoirs followed by the sound of shattering glass and squeezed bladders. A slurry of greens, oranges and pale greys seeps from the wound as you twist the horn around, digging it deeper inside of him until the flesh and metal stapled to the back of his neck begins to bulge then creak, then tear apart with a geyser of the butcher's altered blood and the microscopic machines that scurry and swim through it. The cracked gauntlet covering your hand is befouled by his steaming fluids rushing through the gaping wound.

Chemical alternants, industrial lubricants, strange elixirs and poisonous medicines all pour from within him as the crimson hue of his skin begins to "bleed" out of him as the natural hue of the proud sun bronze hide of the Vishnu begins to, pigment by pigment, return to his monstrously alerted frame, over the synthetic blocks of metal and snake nests of wires, tubes and invasive implants implants. The cracked lenses of his thousand red eyes look wearily ahead, as it almost seems some humanity returns to them as his feline skull becomes fallow and thin. The myriad of tubes and injectors that line his back and monstrously stretched and deformed arms, begin to empty, bubbling as they spill that last of their disgusting contents into his injured body, before immediatly spewing out over your hand.

Beneath his skin, you can see the electronics of his thousand implants and mechanical organs struggle to remain active and "alive". His strength stolen by the decisive strike, the butcher king falls to one knee before you, eyes focused beyond you as a single, strained tear falls from his cheek.

"Ah" he gasps, fangs lifting to reveal what remains of his tongue, as one by one, the rotors implanted in his jaws spark and deactivate, the unseen cables powering them through his altered flesh and iron bones torn within the wound in his neck "I'm outmatched, completely outmatched, despite all I've done to become...your equal. A failure, was it? I've failed my bride, the only one who saw worth in my life....haaah, such shame"

A great, thunderous wail breaks the silence as you lift the horn higher. The butcher's bride wails out and the whole world trembles as she reaches out her will through not only her wounded and assaulted body, but to the city beyond.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She screams, like so many wives have when you have carried their husbands and sons to the designated tree that shall serve as the place of rest for their bones. Your heart twinges, but your grip does not falter or weaken, You hold the horn their, as your free hand grabs hold of Nitya Sinha's hair to keep him from pulling back and freeing himself from the jaws of death that have surrounded him.
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>>5226063

Caustic fires and whirring blades surround you, as the very flame and smoke of hell issues forth around you, but still you stand firm, to watch the life fade and vanish from the flickering eyes of the man who has caused more death than any other born upon Shangrala.

He casts his eyes downward as his wife's voices fills with pain beyond that of her heart, as her emotional agony turns into electronic and pained cries. All of her screams weaken, and begin to crackle, grief turning into a realization you have heard thousands of times. The understanding of one's own death and its inevitability. Silence will soon follow, as the deep red lights glowing with all of Avalokiteśvara's anger begin to dim and turn off

"I have you. Fall into Darkness eternal, never to wake again" Mari's gentle voice whispers as her sister Colossus collapses behind you, its hand falling just to your side as she had used the last of her energy to crawl to her King's side. To be with him in his final moments, or to squash you beneath her palm whilst taking advantage of her groom's demise? Her cries linger as echoes and digital ghosts, the red glow that once filled the chamber shrinking until it only surrounds you and Nitya Sinha as he struggles to breath, choking on his own, besoiled blood.

The butcher closes his eyes, and wheeps.

"No, I'll land the finishing blow, Mari" Kanzeon says sternly, a pulse of emerald green washing through the sea of pale blue "As was always my duty"

"We shall dirty our hands together then, sister" Mari says venomously, as the man who has consigned countless souls to a brutal death and early grave cries and blubbers as his wife is executed before his eyes and all around them "After all, it has always required a majority vote to perform this...Reformatting. The duty of playing executioner, falls to all of us, rather than one, even though your protectiveness would prefer otherwise"

"Mari" Kanzeon whispers forlornly.

The butcher suddenly place his depowered claw on your shoulder and sighs, coughing and wheezing.

"Regrets? I have none" He speaks, as if someone had asked if he had regretted any of his atrocities or killings as follies or errors "I, born a slave, worked to weakness in mines of coal and Iron, killed he who held my leash and fled to find death on my own terms. As the old code dictated"

You impassively look down on him, as he falls closer to the floor, as one by one all the countless blades and daggers line it vanish, turning into motes of light as a great white wall of illusionary or digital flame washes through the chamber, burning away all that was constructed within it as the great trees of iron and steel bearing the vast memory cores twist and wilt in on themselves.

"And, I found instead a reason to live. Regrets!? Hah!" He suddenly says, weakly chuckling as he struggles to stand to his full, unnatural height, but falls to his knees once again
Cont

"What man could regret meeting his true, destined love. To share with her the pains and sorrows of his life, alongside his triumphs and joys. What man could feel regret, for saving a maiden from darkness and isolation. What man" He asks, again and again

His hand begins to slip from your shoulder, carving trenches through the armor there as he gradually slouches down to the blank ground of blank tiles of unpolished silver and gold.

"Could regret killing all who have wronged him and his beloved. What man, could possibly feel as though he lived an incomplete life when he knew love that transcended definition and achieved success beyond his most wildest of dreams" He asks, as the lenses in his eyes, one by one dim and blacken "Though my love has gone before me, that does not sully the time and memories we shared. She may have been my elder, but we were bound by one soul and so...fittingly, I shall soon follow her, our final shared triumph falling through our fingers like sand"

His last claw slips from your arm as he collapses in a wheezing, coughing heap, the suddenness of his fall tearing the horn from his neck as he lands upon his side.

"Suppose I got greedy, overly ambitious, but I achieved the dream of every slave. I killed my masters, and punished those who watched while I wept" He cackled, only one lens glowing in either of his eyes now "And I did it with the woman I loved at my side. And of that, I am satisfied with my short tenure on life. I laughed, I loved, and I smiled. All that remains now, is to die"

He struggles to crawl with his one arm, to move himself as close to the empty central core that was the "Vessel" of his queen's black soul, but something powering the limb turns off with a loud pop, and he falls to the ground, face falling still as his lasts breath leave his grinning lips.

"Aaaah, my one wish, is that if souls endure the warp, I may return to the firmament and live another life by her side" He says, turning his eyes towards you as one of them becomes completely black and lifeless.

And then, his fang filled smile widens into a content, almost blissful grin

"Yes, that would be best, to live again with her...and perhaps, if I am born again. You and I may meet on...truly equal footing, Brother" He sputters, chocking on blood as he struggles to speak his last, drowning like he intended to drown the world "A fight like that, would be...truly...fuuuuh"

Nitya Sinha coughs, and a slurry of blood, oil and putrid chemicals stains his lips black

And so, the butcher who killed countless men and turned his homeland into a sick parody of itself, the husband of an ancient evil, and the pawn of a dark god breathes his last with an innocent and content smile on his face like a child that had just returned home from play.

And the last vestige of Avalokiteśvara fades with him, a pained whimper shuddering through her now empty halls and chambers as the last lights of hells fire vanish into the grey mist flowing around you.
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>>5226068

It as if the comforting fogs of Shangrala have returned to this place, after eons of absence

You bow your head, and sigh. Kanzeon and Mari both now are crying. And even you, who so hate all who condemn themselves to the service of chaos, can realize the tragedy of these two mad lovers.

But that does not pardon them for their crimes.

Nothing could. This was a just execution. Nothing more. Like all others before that you have caried out, it is not to be celebrated or mourned. Like all other criminals and villains that crossed your path, so to have the butcher king and the iron goddess of war met their deserved ends.

What do you do, Lieren?

>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.

>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

>Leave the surviving sisters to do what must be done, and return to the surface to join the victory celebration and measure the damages and losses endured by your side.

>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>Write in

>>5226071
I don't know what the first option entails. But if it means destroying his soul, fine. If it means snatching it from Kong Nue, all the better!

>Ensure his last wish cones true. Though he should suffer what he has chosen for himself, the denial of Chaos is a cause worth doing.
>Comfort Mari and Kanzeon.

>>5226083
WAAAAAIT a minute!

Where the fuck is Cui Fu?

>>5226071
>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
>Leave the surviving sisters to do what must be done, and return to the surface to join the victory celebration and measure the damages and losses endured by your side.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>>5226100
>Support in order
Hey malal would our eyes counter coraxs' invisibility.

>>5226071
this>>5226100
>"It is terrible this needed to be done. I will do all I can to prevent another tragic monster such as this comes into the universe, and when it is my turn to go on, from all the death I caused. I hope to smile as he did."

>>5226145
>>5226071
Oh yeah. This too>>5226083
And where is Cui Fu anyways? We still need to send him to the Frost Queen, he'd be a hell of a boon for her spectral army.

>>5226151
>>5226091
Ghosts have a habit of disappearing, funny that. But he's still around, not being torn apart by demons in super hell

>>5226212
Poor bastards, he's be ripping them apart forever out of spite.

>>5225926
And I will not stop shilling for it.
But I don't think that counts as sex.
>>5226071
>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
>Ensure his last wish cones true. Though he should suffer what he has chosen for himself, the denial of Chaos is a cause worth doing.
Nitya was an absolute idiot to the very end, couldn't see he just changed one master for another.
As much as I want him to learn that, spiting Khorne is more important.

>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"
Hoping some of the native Vishnu either survived or managed to flee before the ultra genocide.

>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however, wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>>5226071
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

None of that kiss your enemies goodbye and softly tuck them into the grave bullshit!

They were dogs who died a worthless death and had even more worthless lives

>>5226071
+1

>>5226383
It will make Khorne and pals mad and that's worth more than damming the butcher king.

>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

>>5226383
We have done that often enough, and it was in previous cases a blessing we gave them.
A final wish to set their spirit at ease.

That this option spites Kong Nue is just. . chefs kiss.

>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>>5226071
>>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

Khorne shall not have them. Deny him even this.

>>5226312
>Hoping some of the native Vishnu either survived or managed to flee before the ultra genocide.
I do as well. Once upon a time I had the notion we might have Aruna and his people take over as the foundation of the new ruling class, but by now I'm worried he's bled out. Certainly can't put the old king back into power, he was entirely too weak.

>>5226071
>>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

>>5226068
>Immolate Nitya Simba's monstrous corpse, burning it to ashes with the golden flames of your soul
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.

>Comfort Kanzeon and Mari by telling them that the crime of Kinslaying is overblown. Sometimes, one shares his lineage with villains and dogs. And though it is shameful, at times it is necessary. And they have both proven themselves braver and of greater resolve than yourself

>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

>>5226071
>Ensure that the butcher's last wish shall be true. No soul, however wretched deserves torture without end.
>"You can come out now, Carys. I do not understand why your people hide from my sons and their companions, but my eyes pierce all veils. Tell me, what do you make of this monster's execution?"

Comfort Kanzeon and Mari, don't leave now. When we are done though open comms, this city is still powered by powerful energies and there might be some warp breaches to close. Also get in contact with our forces.

The citadel has been taken !
Now we will probably need to make a taskforce and go to Al Uzza. After securing things here first, and leaving no corruption. And probably decide what to do with those spies, and when to strike the remaining tyrants of Shangrila.

>>5226838
>when to strike the remaining tyrants of Shangrila.
I'd like SOME downtime before we go to war again. Maybe this next time can just be Lieren, his sons, and the auxilia forces. Give the people of Long Jia a break.

>>5226848
no downtime anon, after this we are expanding our operations. We are gonna start our own great crusade with dead tyrants and prosperity! this is a joke

>>5226848
For what it's worth, the rest of Shangrala is so technologically backwards compared to Long-Jia that they don't stand a chance.
Wouldn't even be a blip on the radar next to the war we are wrapping up now.

>>5226851
Our boy deserves a nap, dammit. His once-every-bloody-war nap. The Shunni thing is different since we did that with like 20 guys and only one died. More wars like that please.
>>5226860
>the rest of Shangrala is so technologically backwards compared to Long-Jia that they don't stand a chance
I hope you're right. The Zoroastians or whatever the not!Iranian Hashut-worshippers are called make me nervous, since their patron is all about conquest and industry.

The other two nations make me nervous too, since we don't really know anything about them. Other than they're presumably Mediterranean and that one might be full of GHR worshippers.

>>5226860
That's what we thought it would happen with the Vishnu after we dealt with the Yin, so better not jinx it.

>>5226848
We could wait a few months before going for the other tyrants, it should give us time to restore enough military strength. The Zoroastrians state should be the first objective of such a campaign. Though a few strikes from air and space, to destroy their military and industrial capacity before approaching them would do nicely. Or any warp related structures like temples.
Probably a good thing if we can ask Kanzeon to send some satellites in orbit to monitor them and see where to strike in the next campaign.

Beyond that though we should go for Al Uzza, soon (If Tzeentch still didn't manage to take the place, he will likely send some bigger demons to stop us. But we can count on demons disregarding any orders or organizations, to attempt to get the chaos bounty of our life). When we are healed and rested, and we have cleansed corruption and started reconstruction here in the Vishnu realm we need to go. For the moment a temporary government will suffice, she needs help now.
Once we have freed her, we can return south and continue our work to restore those lands as well as deciding what kind of state the Vishnu people will have. Unless the population is too small, in that case an union or vassalage to Long Jia could work (Long Jia was the main power for freeing their people and suffered casualties, so they would expect something. As we have seen, an union could work since the tribes of the Bone Devouring Forest are integrating in Long Jia society) in a similar way to the Shuni.

can't recall if this was asked. will our sons start their recruitment for their legion soonish or is that off the table?

>>5227442
we'll see when we figure out how many are left