17 It's great, I'm not interested in heaven.

When Le Cheng arrived at the plaza in front of the cafeteria with his Suture Monster army, the place had already descended into utter chaos. The prison guards, dressed in black uniforms, seemed to transform into War Gods, leaving blood splattered and limbs scattered everywhere they went.

Although the prison guards did not possess such fighting capabilities, they had acquired almost undying bodies. Missing arms or legs didn't matter, even if their heads were blown off, their bodies still didn't fall, and not a single person screamed in pain or anguish; all faces bore insane smiles.

They had completely lost their sanity.

Some of them even lacked heads, their bodies, mangled and gender-indistinguishable, still clung tightly together, those bodies that should have been dead still twitching incessantly.

Weird, insane, bloody, obscene, terrifying, filthy...

Yet, this is Slaanesh.

Even without any drugs, this is the ultimate pleasure that Slaanesh believers seek.