Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1091: Chapter 164: Powerful Saints and Explosive Population Growth (Part 2)

Vandar immediately said to Su Li, ”Lord, the person sitting over there is our designer, Friedrich. He’s been here recently searching for inspiration.”

Su Li remained expressionless, casting a faint side glance at Tiberus beside him.

Before heading to Flash Spear City, this Vice Manager was waiting for Su Li to provide him with some good things to increase his odds against Nagash’s Chosen One.

He immediately understood and strode forward with large steps, grabbing Friedrich’s collar. With a height of over two meters and an extremely powerful build, he lifted Friedrich with ease, like picking up a chick.

Amid Friedrich’s cries, Tiberus glared at him with fierce tiger-like eyes, roaring, ”You damned bastard! Didn’t you see the Lord arrive? Do you think our territory can’t do without you? Let me tell you, being given this job is your honor. If you don’t want to do it, leave immediately. Many are competing to design this clothing.”

Dante sighed, bowed his head, and pretended not to see anything.

When someone like Tiberus acts shamelessly, aside from Hilude, few can manage this Divine Chosen Knight.

Friedrich immediately screamed, calling out to Su Li, ”Lord, Lord, save me! My arm is going to be broken.”

Su Li then slowly turned, withdrawing his gaze from the Star Dew Sweet Orange and fixing it on Friedrich, surprised, ”Hm? Our designer is here too? I didn’t even see you. Tiberus, how many times have I told you to be mindful of your strength when interacting with others? Not everyone can withstand the intensity of your Divine Chosen Knight force.”

Tiberus brought Friedrich before Su Li, then slightly kicked his right foot at Friedrich’s knee, causing Friedrich to stagger like being hit by a cannonball, kneeling instantly.

Before he could scream, Dante suddenly stepped in front of him, looking down from above with eyes burning with the Holy Flame, ”Child, what are you chasing?”

Dante’s voice was low and hoarse, yet possessed a strange penetrating power, clearly transmitting into Friedrich’s chaotic mind, drowning out the decadent murmurs.

Friedrich shuddered, as if waking from a nightmare. He looked up, meeting Dante’s eyes burning with pure flames of conviction, shrinking away as if scorched, the confusion and pain in his gaze intensifying. ”I... I’m pursuing... beauty... perfection... flawless... ultimate...” His voice was dry, trembling unconsciously.

”Ultimate?” Dante’s voice was serene, yet contained immense power, ”Chaos Evil God Slaanesh also promises ultimate—ultimate senses, ultimate madness, ultimate... emptiness and destruction. It distorts beauty into perversion, twists creation into corruption. Is the ’inspiration’ you feel a gift from the Goddess or bait from the Abyss?”

He raised his withered right hand, pointing at the depraved lines Friedrich was unconsciously drawing on silk. ”Look at these marks, child. They reflect the corruption deep within your soul. Slaanesh’s whispers try to warp your pure pursuit of ’beauty’ into a pathological hunger for ’stimulation.’ The promised ’ultimate’ ends in eternal numbness and soul’s annihilation.”

Friedrich jerked back as if struck by an invisible whip, arching his spine. Dante’s words seared into his chaotic soul like branding, precisely hitting the most secret fear deep inside him—the sweetest promise and most poisonous trap of Slaanesh’s whispers.

”No... I don’t want... I don’t want to become like that!” He cried out painfully, clutching his head tightly, his fingers whitening from the pressure, seemingly trying to physically expel the decadent murmurs and warped ’inspiration’ penetrating his bones. Cold sweat covered his pale face, his body trembling violently as if battling an intangible torture.

”Of course you don’t!” Dante’s voice suddenly surged, like a trumpet of judgment resonating above Maiden’s Ring, wielding absolute power to cleanse all corruption. The formerly subdued aura surrounding him burst forth like roaring Fiery Sun Holy Flame, no longer a gentle golden halo but blazing fiercely with purity! This flame didn’t scorch the skin, but burned all invisible chaos corruption like the strongest acid!

”Feel the Sun Goddess’s guidance!” Dante’s voice was like a resonating bell, each syllable crashing with immense strength deep into Friedrich’s collapsing consciousness, ”This is not blind worship! It’s absolute recognition and wholehearted devotion to strategic wisdom, strict order, civil values, and justice!”

His withered hand pointed skyward, seemingly summoning the high noon sun. A concentrated, brilliant white light beam pierced the faint glow covering Maiden’s Ring, accurately enveloping Friedrich!

”It fills the emptiness of your soul with a clear goal!”

Within the Holy Flame beam, countless blurred, twisted shadows symbolizing chaos temptation emitted silent screams, melting away like snow.

”It restrains your uncontrolled desires with iron-clad discipline!”

The complex, mystical dark green patterns on Friedrich’s body seemed to come alive, writhing painfully under the burning of the Holy Flame, peeling away to reveal skin that was pale but no longer sickly. The entwined vines embroidered in gold and silver thread on his tight-fitting clothes and jacket writhed like snakes thrown into flames, burning black and turning to ashes!