These people who belong to the new gods actually! - only have power! No emotions! No souls! If you insist, they are a group of soulless beings in the warp! Although this conclusion is ridiculous! However, in Nurgle's view! The things that are now slaughtering its children and burning its domain are a group of weird and soulless things formed by the power of the "cursed"! To expel these things, they must be filled with "souls", but...!
Thinking of the inevitable fate of his offspring who fought against those things, Nurgle hesitated!
"Grandfather God, let me go. I will use my plague to destroy all those abominable things that are unwilling to join us, and bury them in your garden."
Because they felt the grief of their father, all the unclean ones who were currently active in the Garden of Nurgle or could quickly return to it - even some who were supporting the ritual in the material world - had already gathered around Nurgle, cheering for their most beloved grandfather and trying to bear his pain. Among them, Ku'gath, the most beloved unclean one by Nurgle, even directly asked to lead the troops himself to destroy all those things!
"Are you stupid, Kugath? Don't you know why Grandfather God hesitated? Those things are not only condensed from the power of that abominable guy, but they also have no souls! Even if we win the battle against them, the result will be that many brothers will not be able to return to the cycle of the loving father! Do you want more brothers to die on that useless battlefield?"
Without waiting for Nurgle to reply, Rotigus the Rainfather, who had been keeping an eye on Ku'gath's location, sneered and spoke - as one of the Nurgle daemons who often travels to the outermost areas of the material world and spreads the glory of Nurgle, Rotigus can be said to be the one who understands the meaning of the word "humanity" the most among the Nurgle daemons. Therefore, he is the only one who can see why their grandfather god is in so much pain.
"But we can't just watch Father God continue to suffer! There must be a way to solve this problem...solve this problem!"
Kugath, who was retorted by Rotigus, almost choked on his breath, but he had to admit in frustration that Rotigus was right - as powerful as he was, he couldn't guarantee that he could return to his father intact after fighting those things, let alone those weak demons, especially the Nurglings, who would probably be dead the moment they touched those things, right?
"I believe that Grandfather God only has the power to judge, and we just need to wait for his orders."
After saying this with a loud laugh, Rotigus walked straight to the side, humming a tune and planting the plant seeds he carried with him. Seeing Rotigus so leisurely, Kugath felt even more sad.
"Father...there must be a way, right? Father?"
25. Battle of Nurgle's Garden - Nurgle's Choice
Shake the triple bell in your hand with all your might.
Enduring the piercing pain in the soles of their feet, they moved step by step on the land that was no longer fertile, trying in vain to wake up their brothers who would never wake up again.
With an almost howling voice, he loudly praised the kind father, calling upon the omnipresent power of the Warp, trying to bestow the gifts of the Great Grandfather God upon the invaders before him.
However, everything is illusory.
Although the Nurgle Demons could clearly hear the sighs of the Grandfather God, although the Nurgle Demons could feel that the Grandfather God was still looking at the battlefield with pity, and although the Nurgle Demons knew that the great power of the Grandfather God was always around them, these "unmoved" guys in front of them, no matter how hard the Great Unclean Ones tried, how they talked, and how they showed their fatherly love, they still silently raised their weapons in their hands - viciously using that cursed power to burn their brothers...
"No - no - please - don't - you - we all - are family!"
Finally, after seeing the last great unclean being besides himself,
Seeing the miserable scene of him slowly falling down in the surging golden flames, and hearing his brother's words of praise to his loving father before he died, the leader of the Great Unclean One finally completely "broke down" and began to wail in the true sense. Large patches of filthy tears were splashed into the air that was no longer moist, and his eyeballs filled with germs fell to the ground along with the tears, rolling and dragging a sticky trail - fungi and weeds quickly germinated, grew, and flourished in the mucus under the impetus of the powerful life force -
Then, they were burned by the free golden sparks in the air and became part of the smell in the air. As these lives growing in the mucus came to an end, the howling Great Unclean One also found that there were only a few sparse Nurglar demons left around him - and that was even counting the trembling Nurglings!
"die."
"die."
"die."
"die."
The heavy and monotonous words merged into an echo that shook the battlefield and even blocked out the voice of the benevolent father Nurgle. Looking at the wisps of ashes floating by in front of his eyes, he sensed the horrible fate that he would inevitably encounter. The emotion called fear gradually entangled the heart of the Great Unclean One. The movements of this great Nurgle demon began to panic, and the steps of this great Nurgle demon began to move backwards.
"No, no, I don't want to die, dear father - save me, dear father, save me!!"
However, even though the Grey Knights' punishment force field weapons pierced its body together, even though the Custodes' blades cut open its heart together, even though the assassins' weapons destroyed its other organs, even though the artillery fire of the Astartes, the Astra Militarum, and the Mechanicus completely ended its life, it still could not wait for the answer from its kind father.
It was as if the omnipresent Lord of all things had really abandoned these poor children.
————————————————The War is Over——————————————————
The smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated.
The smell of burning protein or something similar still lingered at the tip of my nose.
There are potholes everywhere on the ground.
And the sigh that seemed to linger in the air for a long time.
Armed soldiers patrol the roads, the Emperor's Angels of Death are on guard in key areas, the engines of various war weapons are roaring, technicians at all levels of the Mechanicus are inspecting weapons that have not yet dissipated the smell of gunpowder, auxiliary soldiers are helping servitors to carry supplies, servo skulls are flying on the battlefield to perform data transmission tasks - although there are no aircraft taking off and landing, all of this very carefully outlines a very normal scene. After a large-scale war, the Empire took control of the position and began to transform it into the defense line that the Empire needed.
If you ignore the endless stinking forest in the distance.
"..... This is weird. Did Father N really just watch all these demons die here? Why didn't he send follow-up troops?"
Liang Feifan, who switched to the descended body and controlled the captain of the Imperial Fists, quickly drew his hands in front of him, using the construction system attached to the descended body to arrange his ground fists to build a simple defense line with the things they could touch around them, while whispering to other hammer men - in the imagination of these hammer men, according to N Dad's super short-sighted character, it was completely unrealistic for them to rush into the Nurgle Garden to kill and insult Nurgle without being dragged by Nurgle for another 777 times 777 demon phalanxes to charge again. However, even if they burned the last big demon who was also the leader of the battle with them this time into ashes in an extremely brutal way, the Nurgle jungle in the distance was still calm - no, not only calm, but even the flow of the blasphemous power became much smoother!
"We shouldn't. According to GW's setting, the domain of the God of Chaos and their demons are all part of their body. We've made such a big fuss, how can Father N hold back?"
The oil guys who were cooperating with Egg to help the Chosen One of the Political Commissar's sister's war machine were tapping the floating screen in front of them, clanging and clanging as the reading process went on. Their half-empty minds were trying hard to think about why Nurgle just let its territory be burned by their group and did nothing about it - admittedly, N has the core concepts of stagnation and eternity, but the problem is, if you are slapped in the face and still stagnant, that would be almost the same as seeking death, right?
"Why think so much? If it doesn't come out, we can just continue to burn it after we are ready. According to the parameters Trazyn gave us, we have to do this for more than ten rounds to suppress the subspace parameters of the Minoit System to the point where it can be dislocated. By the way, it would be really nice if Father N sent more things for us to burn. In short, we can complete the task while standing."
Abathur, who had a great time racing, still felt unsatisfied.
"The reduction value that ordinary big demons can provide is just so-so, unless N Daddy comes to send a few great unclean ones or even his deputy Kugath or Rotigus. If that doesn't work, a famous one like Maggot Father can barely do it."
Because of the advantage of the Oil Man chess piece, Egg, who had been paying close attention to the ups and downs of certain data, responded to Abathur in a muffled voice, pointing out that his idea was actually quite "fantastic".
"Rather than believing that Nurgle would send some of his favorite great daemons to play a game with us, I would rather believe that he would send the Daemon Primarch of the Death Guard to play with us. After all, the Fluttermoth is also there.
Having worked under Big E, in N's eyes he should be better at dealing with us, don't you think?"
"Abathur, show some respect! Mortarion is the First Divine Champion of the Death Guard! How dare you call him a moth!"
"So, do you think the real Lord of the Fourteenth Legion will come to play with us?"
"Typhons? He hasn't fully ascended to demon status, so he shouldn't be able to move freely in Nurgle's domain. Even if he comes, it will be difficult for him to bring other ordinary Death Guards with him, right? No matter how corrupted a being is, as long as he hasn't completely given up his real body, he will basically die if he stays in the Four Gods' domain for too long."
"Typhons can still come. Although he cannot move freely in Nurgle's domain, as long as Father N gives him a permit, he can still jump around for a while. If I encounter him, I will definitely let my pawns blow up the pipe behind him!"
"Forget about it. Typhons is the weakest of the four gods when fighting alone. His ability is to bully weaklings in large-scale group battles. If he really fights us alone, he will probably die from an unknown AOE."
"That means we won't be able to meet the real Lord of the Death Guard. What a pity—"
As Abathur mentioned the name of a certain disgraced Primarch, the atmosphere in the Hammer chat room suddenly became cheerful. Of course, after a while of cheerfulness, the Hammers returned to the main business. Welcome to join the "monthly fee group" of [Night Raid]. 6.
"Why hasn't Big E's curse moved yet? Is there something else in this place that we need to suppress?"
"I don't know. Big E has to go with his most hated identity in this power performance. Maybe a coordination buffer is needed."
"Anyway, keep pushing the defense. Whether Big E comes or not, we have to keep pushing after we've repaired our position. No problem—Huh?"
Liang Feifan looked at the readings in front of him and suddenly spoke in confusion.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"The Nurgle Warp reaction line is retreating, and the Nurgle forest near us is indeed withering - what is this guy thinking?"
——————————————The dividing line of chaos————————————————
When the war between the Old Gods and the Necrontyr sent the turmoil of the real world into the Warp for the first time, when the disordered concepts flowing in the Warp outlined "intelligent beings" because of the call of worldly emotions and the fusion of souls, and when these beings sat on the throne that symbolized the highest power in the Warp, the turbulent waves in the Warp no longer had the possibility of calming themselves down - the wills of chaos collided with each other, manipulating the emotions projected from the mortal world as a trigger, stirring up whirlpools that were enough to tear apart the hearts and souls of a large number of mortals, trying to annihilate everything except themselves, and transform themselves into the "only" - the energy in the Warp rose and fell with the will of these great beings, creating eternal war.
But now, the Blood God Khorne, sitting on the Skull Throne, was a little surprised to find that in the warp, the territory of his dirty and unmotivated 'brother' had inexplicably begun to shrink - this kind of thing had never happened before, the territories of the four gods were intertwined, and whoever gave up a little would inevitably take some away by someone else - voluntarily give up the territory?
Even Tzeentch has never done such a thing!
“Eh hehehehehe——————”
Just as the Blood God was preparing to summon the great demons under his command and use a vanguard force composed of eighty-eight legions to attack Nurgle's territory and test Nurgle's strength, a disgusting voice penetrated the curtain of the Warp, slashed through the burning sky of the Blood God's domain, and accurately transmitted to the Blood God. In an instant, the wrath of the Supreme Destroyer, who was born in the blood and fire of slaughter and anger, surged up, making the sky of Khorne's domain brighter.
"Are you here to deliver your skull, Tzeentch?"
"My skull? Do I have a skull? Or maybe I do? If you get my skull, how do you know if it's real or fake? Oh, right! The Slayers! It's not just me this time! They're here too!"
After a round of irrelevant words, Tzeentch easily shifted the topic from his own skull to another matter with his usual jumping logic. Before Khorne could raise his hand to give a "manly shock" to this nagging waste in his eyes, two other voices followed the path opened up by Tzeentch and were transmitted to his territory.
"Why----------"
"ha!!!!!!!"
"Nurgle - what has happened to your realm?"
After discovering that it was not only Tzeentch who was looking for him, but also Nurgle and Slaanesh, the direction of the rage boiling in Khorne also changed - although as the conceptual embodiment of rage, Khorne most of the time likes to use the simplest and most direct way to solve problems, this does not mean that it does not know when to do what is the best solution.
"He...divided himself, his servants are both reality and illusion - I can do nothing, nothing can be done -"
As he spoke, Nurgle's voice actually took on a hint of weeping, and after Nurgle finished speaking, Slaanesh also let out an elegant roar that made no clear meaning - of course, it was clear that this
This guy spoke most of the time just to seek excitement, so Khorne chose to ignore it.
"He ascended the chair?"
Khorne was suspicious - according to the intelligence it had recently learned, nothing unexpected had happened on Terra.
"They climbed up, and they didn't climb up—we don't know the method, but the answer is probably like this—that's it! Slaanesh and I have verified it, verified it!"
Tzeentch's words were confusing, but Khorne still roughly understood what he meant.
"Interesting, this means that his soldiers will be different from ours, and his soldiers will have fewer restrictions than us. However, his current state means that his soldiers have a fatal flaw - Nurgle, is your domain being burned by him?"
"Yes........"
"I know why you have come to me - Nurgle, we can help you cut off the roots of his forces that are burning your realm and make the Great Game fair again, however, you have to provide the troops yourself."
After saying this, Khorne suddenly mobilized his own power, causing it to swirl into the chaos of the High Heavens, while Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh followed the wind brought up by Khorne and released their own powers respectively. With the combined power of the Four Dark Gods, a long and narrow "tunnel" was briefly generated in the warp. The starting point was uncertain, but the end point pointed directly to the Mandeville Point in the Minoit Galaxy.
"Let your strongest forces in the real world come together in time, Nurgle - let me see a war!"
"Let me admire a change!"
"Let me savor every bit of the extreme of war!"
As the passage was torn open, the voices of the other three Chaos Gods rang out almost at the same time, rolling over Nurgle's cauldron, telling their requests to the Lord of All Things. After expressing gratitude to his brother for his "helping hand", Nurgle immediately did his best to send an evil and sad sigh to the real universe - seven worlds were instantly plagued, and seven dead worlds began to flourish again - the sigh turned into a swarm of flies, circling around the ears of Nurgle's anointed, telling him, and grieving him.
"......"
Typhons, who was leading his subordinates to transform an imperial hive world into a fatherly garden, was silent for seven seconds. He left the imperial commissar who was only breathing his last breath, turned around and left the land that he had ravaged to the point where it had no future. His subordinates also picked up their weapons and followed Typhons in silence. Indeed, as long as the final sacrifice was completed, the Death Guards would be able to complete the complete pollution of this world. However, the request of the grandfather god was always the top priority.
"All troops muster—the end has been pointed out to us by our grandfather god."
26. Intermission: The Arrival of Typhons
subspace.
In this dark galaxy, traveling through the subspace has become the mode of navigation chosen by most civilizations that have developed to a certain level when they want to cross the vast sea of stars. This mode of navigation in the non-real realm allows mortals to ignore most of the physical distances and physical obstacles between the starting point and the end point, allowing them to easily cross the reality of the galaxy in years. It can be said that without subspace navigation, there would be no glory of many space civilizations.
However, the inherent problems of subspace navigation have been around since its inception, and until now, no one has been able to solve them - because these problems are reflections of the nature of the subspace. The chaos, turbulence, and characteristics of the subspace itself that transcend the real timeline make subspace navigation a mode of navigation with a high probability of death of about 10% based on big data - in fact, this data may be even higher.
However, at certain times, warp navigation is safe and efficient, especially when four of the most powerful destructors in the warp work together to open up a path. The safety factor of this cursed road will be increased to nearly 100% - well, the reason it is close to 100% is that isn't it common sense that the powers of destruction are moody?
(Strong flash)
(The Terminus Est was the first to jump out of Mandeville Point)
(Followed by other Nurgle warships rushing out from Mandeville Point)
"Report the damage."
The Lord of the Destruction Flies, Typhons, was sitting on his throne, leaning on his weapon. Hidden behind what was probably a helmet, his face, which had long been mutated and distorted, was staring at the living control panel floating in front of him. With his distorted voice that sounded like a death knell, he began to give orders to his fleet. At the same time, he quickly activated the scanning system of the Terminus Est and accurately retrieved the current status of the fleet. In less than seven seconds, he obtained first-hand intelligence on the current status of his fleet.
"Because two warships met up midway, the number of warships remaining in the fleet is nine. Adding up all the warships, the number of mortal combat units with combat effectiveness is 8,888. Forty-nine Death Guard combat teams are intact. Because one Warp Shock Demon Engine was lost, the remaining number is six..."
Looking at these numbers in the Warp that were so clear that they couldn't be more clear, even though Typhons had been wreaking havoc in the real universe as a herald of Nurgle for thousands of years, his mind was stuck for a second - nine, eight, seven, and six gathered together. Was his arrival in this galaxy the unanimous intention of the gods of the Warp? What secrets did this galaxy hide that the four gods gave him the green light?
Of course, seven minutes
After completing a complete scan of the galaxy, Typhons' doubts were dispelled - he was even ecstatic.
"Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Oh dear Father! I didn't even notice a galaxy covered by the triple blessing! I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong!!"
The appearance of the Minoit Galaxy in front of Typhons was so shocking that this time his brain was stuck for seven seconds. When he woke up from a series of foggy illusions, the former Death Guard Captain who brought endless pain to the Empire began to issue orders to the fleet without stopping, calling on the fleet to ignore the engine capacity and overload and rush in. He saw it clearly with his psychic power -
If I act too slowly, this magical galaxy will be disconnected from the realm of the Great Grandfather God, and then nothing I do will be of any use!
——————————————The dividing line of the Hand-made King————————————————————
In the past two days, Endless One Trazyn has been in a good mood.
Well, as a Necron, strictly speaking, it was impossible for him to have any emotional fluctuations. However, what he was experiencing now really made the logical circuits of this fast Necron Overlord, who was the curator of the Solomnas Art Museum and collected all the history of the Milky Way, very excited - the human emperor sitting on the golden throne personally took action and summoned his troops to prevent the galaxy where he was currently located from falling into the chaotic subspace. He launched a supernatural war with the primordial Obliterator. How could such a war not be worthy of being recorded by a recorder like himself, and how could it not be worthy of a recorder like himself collecting a little bit of it?
Of course, the Endless One Tarasim is also having troubles. In fact, this collector has already begun planning where to display the record of this battle in his museum, and has also begun planning what he wants to take away from this galaxy.
"Well, after everything is over, what should I collect? The Chapter Master of the Astartes? That's a bit bad. Although his Chapter bears the key to decline, he is not the protagonist. Choose some natives of this galaxy to take away? This is even stupider - damn, can I only take away some of the relics of the Imperial Inquisitor as a commemoration of this battle? No! I must take something else with me, otherwise, the glory of this battle cannot be reproduced in my museum - alert? "
Just as the Figure King was flipping through the things he might be able to collect in this galaxy, and was repeatedly constructing different collections in his own logic circuits to display them in his museum, and repeatedly screening which things should be taken back reasonably, a series of information suddenly entered his thinking core, reporting the latest situation of the Minoit Galaxy to the Undead Overlord, and showing him the scene of the Death Guard's warships heading towards Minoit No. 1.
"...Very good. Although it is an unnecessary trouble, a collection that commemorates this battle has been delivered to your door."
Although he felt a little regretful that he had neglected to seal off the Mandeville Point, which allowed a bunch of weird things to enter the galaxy, the Endless quickly adjusted his mindset and began to deploy his troops. As the matrix commands of the Necromancer Overlord took effect one by one, the Necromancer facilities that were still functioning and sleeping underground on Minoit I began to wake up, and several Necromancers' iconic crescent-shaped spacecraft rose out of the ground and rose to the sky in a sense that violated "basic mechanics".
The 'vanguard' of Typhus' fleet.
27. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Cursed Shadow
"Hello, Endless Trazyn, I think my chip - ah, I forgot what it looks like now - could you please repeat the information you brought us?"
"According to your human empire's designation - the Fourteenth Astartes Legion - a medium-sized fleet of the Death Guard has appeared at Mandeville Point in this system. The flagship, according to the reference comparison in my database, is the Terminus Est."
The Infinite Trazyn sat on his throne, tapping the data in front of him, stabilizing the communication with Hammer, and transmitting the appearance of the warships that his fleet had captured that had appeared on the edge of the galaxy. Among them, a thing that looked more like a decayed behemoth that rushed out of a nightmare than a warship was particularly eye-catching - anyone who knew the owner of this warship would realize the moment they saw it that the disaster named Typhons had descended on the star field, and Nurgle's claws had reached into reality through its chief chosen god.
