However, this minor unpleasantness was quickly dispelled by the feast before him. He redirected his attention to the scattering dark eldar.
These meals couldn't just grow legs and run away.
"For your Prince… a feast!"
The greater daemon let out a high-pitched, seductive shriek. Its massive yet elegant body squeezed entirely out of the warp rift, landing steadily on the Webway's ground. With its arrival, an endless tide of Slaanesh daemons—contorting daemonettes and Seekers-riding cavalry—surged out of the rift like a breached dam.
They shrieked with laughter, catching up to the desperate dark eldar. Instead of killing them immediately, they impaled them one by one on their claws or halberds with an almost artistic cruelty. The scene was like a skilled barbecue chef precisely skewering fresh cuts of meat, preparing them for a long, painful roasting.
Pyro had initially thought that after this revelry, they, the instigators, would quickly be dealt with by these Slaanesh daemons. However, even after the last dark eldar was hoisted high, wailing piteously in mid-air, not a single Slaanesh daemon spared them a glance.
Seeing the massive Slaanesh greater daemon turn, seemingly preparing to leave with its spoils and army, Pyro grew a little impatient. He glanced at Ghostface, who was still in a fervent state, hands raised high, continuously shouting "Hooray!", and felt that disturbing him now would definitely not be a good choice.
So, he leaned over to Freddy and whispered, "Hey, why aren't they coming to kill us?"
Freddy was thoroughly enjoying the masterpiece unfolding before him. Pyro's question left him baffled: "I'm not a Slaanesh daemon, how would I know why they're not coming to kill us? You should ask them!"
"That makes sense," Pyro said, enlightened. He patted Freddy's shoulder and apologized sincerely, "Sorry for bothering you, buddy."
Then, before Freddy could react, Pyro turned around, took a deep breath, and pointed his right index finger directly at the Slaanesh greater daemon that was about to leave.
"Hey! You over there… uh, the gender-bent Shiva with albinism!"
In an instant, the entire Webway seemed to hit a pause button.
All the daemons' laughter and the dark eldar's wails ceased abruptly.
Zarakynel, pale-skinned, wielding four longswords, and possessing three pairs of breasts, stopped in its tracks. It slowly turned its elegant yet deadly head, its four eyes coldly fixed on the group of humans. The other Slaanesh daemons, following their leader, also uniformly turned their gaze towards them.
"Yes, yes, I'm talking about you!" Pyro said, delighted, seeing the other party stop, and even waved his hand.
At this, everyone looked at Pyro with considerable astonishment. Even Ghostface, who had been immersed in his own world and still shouting "Hooray," stopped and turned to look at him in disbelief.
Freddy lowered his voice, leaning next to Ghostface, and said in a tone of discovery, "Is this newcomer really someone you just pulled in? He seems quite talented…"
The implication was that Pyro, like them, was a little crazy. After all, actively trying to talk to warp daemons, and immediately giving a Slaanesh greater daemon such an apt and suicidal nickname, clearly indicated he was no ordinary person.
As for Pyro himself, he hadn't thought much of it. Slaanesh greater daemon, warp, Chaos Gods—he didn't care about any of it. In his view, this was ultimately a game, and these were merely background settings to elevate a character's prestige. There were countless game characters with even higher prestige, and he had killed them before, so what was there to treat specially?
So, Pyro met the gaze that was enough to freeze a mortal soul and asked directly, "I say, why aren't you killing us? You're just ignoring us?"
A hint of confusion flickered in Zarakynel's eyes. Then, it spoke in the tone of a hunter discussing the day's catch: "While I appreciate your help in capturing a fine batch of dark eldar, I must quickly deliver them to the Lady's palace. I have no time to play with you, necrons."
"What necrons?" Pyro was a bit bewildered. "We're humans! Genuine, no fakes!"
"There's a limit to role-playing games," Zarakynel's voice carried a hint of exasperation. "Before trying to impersonate other races, please check if you have souls… Has your Flayer Curse deepened? Well, it seems I shouldn't be talking to a bunch of madmen."
It seemed to have lost all patience.
"In short, you want me to kill you, don't you?"
Pyro didn't even realize when the other party drew its sword. The next second, his vision went black.
When he opened his eyes again, the familiar light of the wasteland greeted him. RNGesus and several other comrades were standing together.
"Oh, Pyro, you're back from the dead?" RNGesus asked when he appeared, "Nothing happened, right?"
"Hmm… how should I put this…" Pyro scratched his head, pondering for a moment, trying to summarize his recent experience in the most concise language, "Simply put, I met a bunch of crazy lunatics, jumped into the Webway with them, summoned a Slaanesh greater daemon that looked like a transsexual Shiva with albinism, and then watched that greater daemon take care of the dark eldar."
RNGesus was silent for a full three seconds, then looked at him with a very concerned expression: "Is your Sanity value okay? Do you want to go offline and rest for a bit?"
"My Sanity value is perfectly fine!" Pyro thumped his chest, assuring him, "I'm serious, the dark eldar have been dealt with, we don't have to worry about that anymore."
Seeing Pyro's candid expression, completely unlike someone spouting nonsense or suffering mental shock, RNGesus and the other players' curiosity was instantly piqued.
"What exactly happened? Tell us in detail!" a player urged.
Pyro cleared his throat and began to recount his legendary experience: how he accidentally met Ghostface, how he was brought along as a mascot, then kicked open the random door, used the head of a Slaanesh cultist as a pledge of allegiance, and finally summoned the greater daemon to wipe out the dark eldar.
The surrounding players listened, dumbfounded, and finally could only utter a single exclamation: "Holy cow, the mentally ill have broad ideas…"
Meanwhile, RNGesus slapped his thigh, his face filled with an expression of deep regret, and pointed at Pyro, saying bitterly, "How could you not take me to such an interesting event?!"
Pyro chuckled, "No choice, we got separated at the time, didn't we?"