Eat nutritional paste.
Rest awhile.
Open your eyes and continue to repent.
Then eat nutritional paste.
Repent again.
go to bed.
After being stripped of all power, imprisoned, and guarded, Inquisitor Orogen, who had been waiting for the inevitable judgment, had already adjusted his mentality and lived a life similar to that of an ascetic in shackles. As a high-ranking inquisitor who had walked in the empire for so many years, although Orogen had no regrets about everything he had done, he also knew that his soul had long been tainted by sin. He knew that the last meaningful thing he could do in his life was just to pray that his contribution to the empire was greater than the damage he had caused to the empire...
But now, looking at the three beings standing in front of him, Orogen felt that his dream of "the damage he caused to the empire was less than his contribution" should have been a mirage.
"...If possible, I hope to know at the end of my life what level of excommunication I am - well, how can a bug like me deserve to know the answer?"
Although Orogen tried his best to crawl on the ground and not see the majesty of the throne messenger, the Grey Knights and the assassins of the Assassin's Court standing in front of him - or in other words, not to pollute these noble beings with the sight of this hateful excommunicated traitor, he was half-dragged by the shackles and had to make his eyes meet the three beings in front of him - all of this made the emotions of High Inquisitor Orogen even more bleak - in his memory, the inquisitors who were found by the Assassin's Court were already rare, and the inquisitors who were found by the Grey Knights were a little more, but the number was just that. He had never heard of an inquisitor who was found by both of them at the same time, and outside of these two systems, he was also found by the Imperial Guards?
What kind of heinous crime had I committed to deserve such "favorable treatment"! Could it be that I had desecrated the Golden Throne during a mission?
"Relax, High Inquisitor Orogan. Your sins can still be redeemed."
The political commissar who was controlling the Imperial Guard chess piece adjusted her tone to make her voice more rhythmic. After hearing the operating procedures of another plan from the King of Figures, the Hammer guys were stunned, but also quickly worked out a simple plan. First, the Inquisitor had to be very willing to shoulder his responsibilities, and among these responsibilities, dying was not the most difficult thing for the High Inquisitor of Orogen.
"If you want to fight according to this plan, after you are ready, I will briefly release the suppression of the Blackstone facility in this tomb, so that a smaller link will be created between the galaxy and its corresponding subspace for you to pass through. There should be a large number of what you call subspace evil creatures guarding it. You must destroy them as much as possible and interfere with the structure of the area there. I will monitor the readings there all the time. When the readings reach below the critical point of pollution, I will give instructions. At that time, you will let the key perish together with any planet in this galaxy and destroy the structure of this ritual in the physical world. As long as you do this, the subspace of this galaxy will be misaligned with reality, and the possibility of docking will be completely lost." - Trazyn said after taking out the plan.
"In other words, we want High Inquisitor Orogen to obey the orders of you, the alien." - The Hammer guys' answer.
Therefore, in order to make a certain high-level judge who had been judged as the key by the King of Figures willingly obey the instructions of the King of Figures, the Hammers directly used drastic measures, and made the Imperial Guards, the Grey Knights, and several chess pieces of the Assassin's Court appear in front of the Orrogan High-level Judge. Naturally, the Orrogan High-level Judge, who had never expected to see such a formation, burned the CPU directly in his brain and entered a state of "I am nothing, and I pollute the galaxy with every breath I take." Therefore, after hearing the political commissar sister say that he still had a chance to atone for his sins, he immediately trembled all over like a sieve.
"I....can I?"
“But, for this, you have to make sacrifices.”
The Political Commissar's guards spoke again.
“I am fearless.”
"You need to sacrifice not only your life, but also your pride."
Looking at the determined face of High Inquisitor Orrogan, the Political Commissar controlled her own guards and took out a dark green crystal-like object handed to them by the Infinite One Tarasim. Orrogan, who could tell at a glance that this object was a creation of the Necrons, immediately had a look of astonishment on his face.
"This is.....?"
"You need to obey its orders - the instructions of the Necron Overlord, Trazyn the Infinite, stationed in the tomb of this world - so that your sacrifice will have value. Otherwise, your sacrifice will not only be worthless, but will also plunge the Empire into unspeakable disaster."
After saying this, the Political Commissar's guards took a step forward and handed the undead crystal to Orogen.
"Former High Inquisitor Orogen, are you so conscious? For the sake of the empire, you abandon your dignity and completely obey the orders of an alien?"
21. Preparation before entering Nurgle's domain
The former High Inquisitor of Orogen eventually took over the crystal.
Although as a proud imperial man, for Orogen, under normal circumstances, obeying the orders of the aliens is undoubtedly a shame that cannot be erased even if he dies. However, the current Inquisitor Orogen knows very well that in his current situation, such a shameful thing is the only way to atone for his sins a little bit - although he still doesn't know what his sins are, but...
Being visited by the three major factions of the Imperial Guard, the Grey Knights, and the Court of Assassins at the same time, how could my sin be small? I was afraid that I would soon be on the same level as those legendary traitors!
"Very good, you have taken on the responsibility you have to take on."
Looking at the former high-ranking inquisitor of Orogen holding the crystal tightly in his hand, the political commissar who controlled her own imperial guard chess piece nodded slightly, and disappeared from the room where Orogen was imprisoned like a ghost with the Grey Knight chess piece and the assassin chess piece - leaving no trace as if they had never been there. And Orogen, whose brain had finally come out of the chaos, opened his hand and stared blankly at the alien creation in his hand, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
'Can I really atone for my sins? Am I really qualified to atone for my sins? Is it really okay for an alien to guide me in atonement?'
Of course, his chaotic thoughts did not last long. As the light of the crystal in his hand gradually brightened, the projection image of the Infinite One Tarasim appeared in front of him. Seeing that this alien dared to appear so blatantly, Orogen felt a surge of anger in his heart for a second, and then his reason put out the anger.
“You are…?”
"Yes, it's me. From now on, until peace returns to this galaxy, you must obey my orders."
After Trazyn's projection examined the Inquisitor, it suddenly 'laughed' - even though he was just a Necron, Orogen felt that he could sense that Trazyn was laughing!
"Alien, what are you laughing at?"
"Very good. I originally thought that you were just one of the common people, but I didn't expect that you are better than I thought. In order to make the story you created worthy of a place in my museum, I will help you complete your atonement. Now, you immediately return to your ship and go to the coordinates I gave you, and wait for my instructions there."
After saying this, which confused Orogen, Trazyn's projection quietly dissipated into the air, and the shackles on Orogen fell off at the same moment. Orogen, who had regained his freedom, opened his hands and looked at the alien creature in his hands, whose light was restrained again, with a firm look in his eyes.
"For the Emperor, I must atone for my sins."
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"Tarasim, a question suddenly occurred to me. In this ritual, are there three keys?"
In the tomb of the Necrons, after Trazyn successfully connected with the Orogan, whom it called the key, and took the first step of the second battle plan it discussed with the Hammers, the Chosen One suddenly thought of a question, which was...
There are so many Threes in this world. How could there be only one "key" that can significantly reduce the difficulty of starting the ritual at the galaxy level?
"Of course there are three keys, but the three doors can only be opened one by one. If the first door is not opened, the next two doors cannot be opened in reality. This is a feature of many large-scale rituals of this type, and they must be completed step by step. Therefore, as long as Orogen, who represents 'death', is controlled to not open the first door, the next two doors will not appear at all. If the doors do not appear, the two keys corresponding to the two doors will not have a chance to be awakened. As his messengers, you are not aware of this knowledge?"
Hearing the question from the Chosen One, Trazyn tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashing green, as if he was very puzzled as to why these beings, which were themselves creations of the Warp, did not understand the common knowledge of Warp rituals. But the next second, the King of Figures' attention was attracted by the words of the Political Commissar.
"The cycle of three... the other two keys represent 'life' and 'decay'?"
"That's right. New life is born from death, and the new life decays. The end of decay is death, and new life is born again from death - this is the simplest cycle. To start this cycle, in a real world that is not affected by the power of the subspace, the first step must be death. Without death, the old cycle cannot be broken."
Trazyn nodded, and explained the mechanism of the warp ritual in a little more detail. Admittedly, as soulless debris, the Necrons as a whole can be said to have nothing to do with the warp, but this does not prevent them from being particularly clear about the twists and turns of the warp. As an existence that has fought against the original psychic overlord, the Old Saints, and faced the ancient Elven Empire at its peak, the forbidden information in the hands of the Necrons is estimated to be
All the knowledge in this area in the entire empire combined is not even a fraction of that of the Undead!
"If the other two keys are to be born, will they be born among the Sword of Hate Chapter and the local indigenous people respectively?"
Liang Feifan, who had figured out some things, also took up the conversation.
"Of course, the organisms of your empire that remain and survive tenaciously in this world fit the concept of life - and because they are too deeply bound to this galaxy, they are naturally part of this ritual. Once this galaxy begins to be pulled into the warp, it is inevitable that they will become 'new life that adapts to that warp domain'. In addition, the Sword of Hatred Chapter you mentioned - is that them?"
Trazyn, who had first agreed with Liang Feifan's words, continued to explain some details while projecting holograms of all the members of the Sword of Hate Chapter. Looking at these holographic images of the Astartes, in which even the traces on the power armor were restored in such detail, Silence's eyes twitched as he almost understood how detailed Trazyn's grasp of the intelligence of this galaxy was.
"Yes."
"Not yet, but if unfortunately the ritual proceeds to the final step, they who seem to have come to this galaxy by chance will be the last key - decay. When this key appears, it means that the whole thing can no longer be reversed - this galaxy will fall into the subspace, and a rift that blurs reality and nothingness will start from this galaxy and spread rapidly - although it will not reach the level of the area you call the Eye of Terror, it is enough for your empire to invest a lot of manpower and resources."
"It's so serious. So, Trazyn, don't you really take precautions against this possibility?"
"You don't need to worry too much. I have made arrangements. As long as the first key continues to obey my command, the next two keys will definitely not appear in the world - because the real order of this galaxy will definitely hinder the large-scale influx of the power of the subspace."
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"I see. No wonder I have patrolled this galaxy repeatedly but have not found anything suspicious. It turns out that the problem with this galaxy is this - the power of the Necrons has interfered with my judgment, causing me to only see the 'constant' future but not the risks after it disappears."
Atop the Queen of Glory, Big E's voice echoed in the bridge - after adding the intelligence brought back by the Hammermen, Big E suddenly saw more possibilities, and understood the horror of this galaxy - if the connection between this galaxy and the Garden of Nurgle was not completely severed, a certain possibility in the future pointed to Mortarion finding the secret of this galaxy, mobilizing the power of all the Death Guard to rebuild the destroyed ritual, and tearing a huge scar on the border of the Empire that led purely to the world of Nurgle - such a future made Big E pay close attention, and regardless of the cold discomfort, he discussed it with the Hammermen.
"Big E, although we all know that you hate xenomorphs, you can only rely on the help of the Figure King in this matter. The Figure King is a shady guy who often messes around in the Empire for collectibles. He has a lot of Imperial stuff that the Empire itself doesn't have, and he even wants to drag your Golden Throne to his museum. However, when it comes to targeting those worthless things in the Warp, he is a very reliable ally."
Hearing the obvious solemnity in Big E's voice, Liang Feifan spoke hurriedly.
"You don't need to worry about what I mean. I have a deep understanding of this very famous Necron Overlord from GW's military books and settings. I admit that it is indeed a good partner when fighting against those evils in the Warp - of course, I can't let the Empire cooperate with it at the official level."
After about a second of silence, Big E spoke.
"Phew, that's good. If you don't agree, we'll still have to worry. Big E, the King of Figures said we don't need to worry about the last two keys, and it also assured us that it would control the entire galaxy under the control of the laws of physics. But you know how stories in your hometown usually develop. Do you have any suggestions for this? We don't want to experience the wonderful effect of having our home accidentally stolen."
"I'll take care of the worries about this matter. Sister Political Commissar, would you mind lending me a Imperial Guard chess piece?"
After almost another second of silence, Big E's gaze turned to the Political Commissar who had the most Imperial Guard pieces among the Hammers.
"Okay, what level do you want?"
Although she didn't know what the significance of Big E's question was, the Political Commissar Sister still took out her Imperial Guards box and opened it.
"Let me think about it. One veteran of the Watch is enough. Let him bring an extra flag. Put him on this projection platform with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem on it. Okay."
As the light projected by the iconic chess piece lit up, a fully armed veteran of the Watchers, carrying a flag, stepped into the desert of Minoit I. However, to the surprise of the Political Commissar, he did not establish any connection with the chess piece.
"this.....?"
"My lord."
Before the Political Commissar asked Big E what was going on with this chess piece, the Watcher Veteran chess piece he had projected suddenly turned around and performed a very Imperial Guards-style etiquette towards the sky. At the same time, his voice was heard by the Queen of Glory.
"Tiberius Julius Cicero,
Do you know your mission?"
In the 'expressionless' eyes of the Hammers, Big E's voice began to echo.
"Yes, my lord."
The old soldier of Watchmen who was called Tiberius Julius Cicero by Big E, although it was a projection of the political commissar sister, seemed to have his own thoughts. He answered Big E clearly, and then, carrying the flag on his back, walked towards the base of the Sword of Hate Regiment. The moment this imperial guard turned around, Liang Feifan clapped his hands suddenly.
"Is this....the curse under your command, Big E?"
"Yes, I can't make the Cursed Legion exist in reality for a long time by normal means, but with your permission and your pawns, I can make a small number of Cursed Legion warriors who do not exceed the upper limit of reality exist in the real world for a long time. He is a tribune and one of the most elite warriors under my command. I have arranged for him to contact the Sword of Hate Regiment. He will make things worry-free."
"Ah, this is - it's you, Big E, freeloader theory V!"
Although he didn't know the principle behind Big E's operation, the Chosen One, who probably felt that Big E's operation was a bit of a freeloader, couldn't help but start complaining, and the projection of Big E responded with a somewhat awkward but polite smile - since the chess piece Sister Political Commissar had become the carrier of the curse under his command, no matter what he did, it would be impossible for him to give Sister Political Commissar points as feedback - in other words, Sister Political Commissar was indeed taken advantage of by him for free!
"Considering that we have been using Big E's spray paint room, battle table and even food for free in real life, I don't think this is unacceptable. By the way, Big E, a very critical question is, when our pawns go to burn the Garden of Nurgle, are there still any advent limits? If so, we have to arrange each wave of troops carefully to achieve the optimal solution."
The political commissar shrugged her shoulders and returned the conversation.
"In the subspace, your advent limit is infinite, but the recovery time of your chess pieces will be extended. In other words, if you suffer too severe losses in a short period of time, it will be difficult to replenish your members."
After saying this, Big E paused.
"So, in that desecrated land, would you mind fighting alongside my cursed warriors?"
22. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Entering
At a glance, you can see lush, vibrant green everywhere.
However, only when you step into it can you feel the despair and decline in this vibrant land.
Thick and heavy mist carrying the smell of decaying organic matter spread endlessly in the garden, strangling the throats of those who dared to enter this fertile territory, making them feel as if they were suffocating in water with every breath. Swollen and deformed fungi were everywhere, crawling with dense worms. Plants that grew on the rotten black soil were blooming with a variety of colors that were gorgeous to cruel. Under the stimulation of supernatural power, they constantly emitted a strong stench and pollen that seemed to be able to rustle, attracting a large number of flies and moths to buzz around them. Dry and green vines entangled aimlessly with the bark of the ancient trees like countless suffering and screaming faces, dripping with disgusting mucus, and maliciously stretched out their claws in all directions, suspending any living creatures that were large enough that they could touch. Stone sculptures and stone pillars engraved with blasphemous runes, which looked as if they had been weathered for tens of thousands of years, were crookedly buried in the soil, and filthy liquids constantly seeped out of them - gathering into streams, then gathering into ponds gushing out of mud-like fountains, and finally, turning into raging rivers, rushing towards the other side of the horizon where a dim light was flickering.
This is the realm of evil gods, this is the garden of Nurgle, the boundary between life and death is so blurred here, and the surreal vitality has turned into an absurd picture here. The souls that are lured here and buried deep here never stop crawling out of the mud, screaming, and then decaying again and sinking into the mud. In the black water of the filthy lake, Nurgle beasts are playing to their heart's content, splashing dirty putrid fluids full of germs. Above the dim sky, Nurgle's corrupt flies are roaring and circling, looking for any unfortunate person who may be targeted by them. Groups of Nurgle spirits cheered and passed through the shade of the trees, jumped over vines, clumsily climbed up those fungi that were too big for them, rolled on them, caught worms, and played hide-and-seek. Of course, these guys always quickly lost patience with what they were doing, and then ran to another area and continued their journey of tossing.
"Ah....little ones, why don't you go play over there?"
In such a large area of decaying and smelly woodland, a Great Unclean One wearing a cape made of the skin of a dead person and condensed sputum as an adhesive was happily taking care of a half-dead tree in front of it that looked like a humanoid creature, while using a "gentle" voice to try to persuade the Nurglings chirping around it to go somewhere else to play. As a new Nurgling demon born in this garden, the Rotten Intestine Carbuncle knew from the moment it had its own consciousness how much power the Great Father had given it and how much expectation it had placed on itself. Therefore, the most important thing it needs to do now is to cultivate its own "souvenirs", and then step into the mortal world to bring the Great Father's blessings to it.
The gift of parenthood is given to those lives that have not yet been gently touched by the father's hand.
"Ka-ka-ka-hmm?"
Just as the Great Unclean One was looking at his tree from all angles and felt that the shape of his tree was not good, he took out a pair of rusty large scissors from the human skin tool bag hanging on his waist and prepared to trim the excess branches of his tree. Then, a slightly "hot" smell with the feeling of something being burnt followed the long-lasting slow wind in the Garden of Nurgle and gently poured into the area of its nostrils. This smell that had never been smelled in the garden of the kind father made the Rotten Intestine Carbuncle suddenly "bounce" on the muddy ground with a flexibility that did not match its body. It climbed up the tallest ancient tree beside it with its hands and feet, then stretched its head out and looked in the direction where the smell came from.
At first glance, Rotgut Carbuncle thought everything was normal there - except that the swarms of Nurgle flies in the sky were flying a little disorderly.
But at the second glance, the raging rotgut carbuncle was so strong that even at such a distance he could feel his limbs being burned, and he lost his balance in shock, rolled all the way down the tree, and slammed heavily into a sewage pit next to it, scaring the Nurgle beasts that were playing the human pyramid game in it to flee in all directions - and after the rotgut carbuncle was thrown upside down and crawled out of the sewage pit in a daze, before it could shake and twist the human skin clothes on its body, the ground beneath its feet began to tremble rapidly - undoubtedly, this was the wrath of Nurgle, this was the sigh of its creator!
"Great and loving father, what happened over there? What happened over there?"
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"Bear------"
“Bear bear bear————————”
“BOOM—BOOM———!”
"Crackle, crackle, sizzle..."
"Brush - brush -"
Not long ago, this was a paradise for Nurgle's creations, a thriving and happy woodland.
But now, as the Hammermen sent their first batch of pawns into the Nurgle realm through the briefly opened portal and quickly brought in follow-up troops, this place has been completely plunged into war.
The golden-red flames spread through the humid forest, drying out the moisture of all the impure things they touched and then turning them into ashes. The roar of the power weapon engines was endless, easily knocking down and cutting off piles of things that blocked the way. The shells that fell like a rainstorm blasted out golden halos one after another, violently blowing away and tearing apart the flowers, trees and monsters hiding in the garden. The net-like lasers continued to strike together with the explosive bombs at those blasphemous things that were still able to move, try to approach or try to escape, causing these abominable existences to fall to the ground with waves of wailing and sighing, disintegrate, and finally be completely buried in the sea of fire.
"In the end, apart from the things jumping around inside that didn't look very natural, the general environment of the Garden of Nurgle was really a combination of swamps and rainforests, and even the appearance of the plants didn't go too far beyond the outlines of Earth plants - I thought that the real Garden of Nurgle in the 40K world would have some alien filth, such as the filth that Douya knew."
Liang Feifan, who had already switched his body to a Grey Knight, was waving his Sky Punishment Force Field weapon and dealing with the weaker Nurgle demons with his Grey Knights chess pieces like cutting melons and vegetables. He also used the flamethrower on his wrist to spray a slightly golden flame, sending a group of Nurgle spirits that sneaked up to him and wanted to "rescue" a Nurgle beast that had been almost burned to carbon back to the reincarnation of the subspace, while complaining about the environment of the Nurgle Garden. In order to ensure that their five senses were not insulted, the Hammer guys had filtered their senses to the maximum, so that the scene they saw was extremely similar to a game called "Blastgun" - but this did not prevent them from using their knowledge to imagine what these things growing in the garden originally looked like...
"It can only mean that the 40K Warp does follow the broad subconscious cognition of the chief overlord in the universe. Before the humans in 40K began to set foot in the Warp, the Nurgle Realm might be the corrupt cognition of the Eldar. Hiss! You say, the reason why the goddess of life Douya doesn't think the Nurgle Realm is dirty is because Douya and humans have different cognitions in this regard?"
The Chosen One, who had already fallen in love with the feel of the Blood Raven's descending body, brought his other chess pieces and squatted beside the Emperor's Poison Blade full of kill marks of the Political Commissar Sister. While pulling the trigger to help the Political Commissar Sister's troops clear the road ahead, his mind was also rapidly diverging with thoughts - races on different planets must have different perceptions of stagnation and corruption, so Goddess Aisha didn't think living in the Nurgle domain was a big problem. Apart from the fact that these two similarities are actually very high, is it possible that Douya doesn't think that the Nurgle Garden is "dirty" at all?
"If this is true, Master Thirteen will be sad."
The Egg, who was standing proudly on his Scorpio and commanding his big white chess pieces to burn all the supernatural things in front of them with phosphorous fire weapons, raised the scepter in his hand. A flash of lightning blasted a Nurgle fly that survived the rain of bullets but had most of its wings broken and swooped down towards him into a fireball. He happily accepted the idea of the Chosen One.
"...I don't think bean sprouts
The Garden of Nurgle will feel clean."
