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Nurgle

Under the unparalleled power of the mysterious and unpredictable god of life, Typhon, who had suffered severe injuries, seemed to be reborn and had completely recovered.

However, the raging golden flames remained on his body like cruel branding marks, deep and shallow, symbolizing the wrath of the Lord of Mankind.

Meanwhile, Mortarion, the terrifying Ascended Primarch of Nurgle, was leisurely strolling through the decaying gardens of Nurgle.

From his cheerful gait, it was clear that this Primarch was in a very good mood.

Those ugly and eerie Nurgles were like a swarm of tireless little insects, climbing all over his hard armor as if they were using the cold armor as their playground.

Among them, some particularly mischievous Nurgles cleverly formed comical and absurd poses on his broad shoulder armor, as if showing the world their unique "artistic talent".

In the past, Mortalian would not intentionally harm these Nurgles, but he would always drive them away from him in a gentle yet firm way.

But now, in a great mood, he surprisingly didn't chase the little guys away, letting them play and frolic around him.

This unexpected action brought the Nurgles immense joy and satisfaction.

So they frolicked and played around the Ascended Primarch, their noisy and joyful sounds echoing throughout Nurgle Garden, like a strange symphony woven from evil and pleasure.

Just then, Kugas, who was walking slowly, witnessed everything and his eyes flashed with a complex light.

In his view, what was presented before him was a strange scene full of contradictions yet also harmonious.

“Motalian, my brother, you look really happy.” Kugas grinned, revealing his large, toothy mouth, and let out a deep, hearty laugh that spoke of his genuine joy at Mortalian’s cheerful change.

"You need something from me?" Mortarion gently shooed away the mischievous Nurgle.

Kugas walked to Mortarion's side, and many Nurgles climbed onto its small mountain-like body, scrambling up and down the hill like a group of apes.

"Boom."

Kugas sat down next to Mortarion, and the two figures, one large and one small, sat in Nurgle Garden.

Several Nurgles, due to their unfavorable position, were struggling to crawl out from under Kugas's rear end.

“The Father sees a threat,” Kugas said solemnly to Mortarion. “That being called Kirsaji is capable of killing the gods.”

"What!" Mortarian stood up, greatly surprised by the news.

“You are the only one among us who can stay in the real universe for an extended period of time,” Kugas continued. “Kill her, Mortarian, don’t let her harm the loving father.”

Mortarian stood up, picked up the Death Scythe that was lying to the side, and looked at the figure of Nurgle in the distance: "I will do it."

“We have recalled your legions, and my brothers and I have repaired your warships. Summon us if needed.” Kugas also stood up, expressing his resolve to Mortarion.

Mortarian was overwhelmed with indescribable shock and confusion. He carefully sensed the mysterious ritual aura that was enough to awaken him from his slumber, as if every fluctuation was telling of the efforts and determination behind the Nurgle archdemons.

The calls of those Chaos Space Marines echoed in his ears like a curse. Now, he, the Primarch of the Fourteenth Legion and the Deathguard, had finally crossed the dark and deep veil of warp and descended upon the Glory Queen-class battleship, the Endurance.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire bridge like a sharp blade. He saw rows of people in death shrouds kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed, as if awaiting his judgment.

However, among this crowd, the only one missing was his most despised son—Typhons.

A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in Mortarian's eyes, but at this moment, he was more concerned about the current situation.

In a corner unnoticed by the human empire and its members, the terrifying plague fleet reappeared like a ghost.

This time, their flagship was no longer the once fearsome End, but instead, it was the personal vehicle of the 14th Legion Commander!

These massive warships carried a full 70,000 Death Guards, and the terrifying plague cloud resembled a green haze, almost staining the entire star system where they were gathered with an eerie hue.

Each warship was like a mobile fortress of death, exuding a nauseating stench of decay.

With a deep sigh, a massive subspace rift, large enough for a planet to pass through, slowly opened. It was a gift from the Father, bringing endless darkness and evil to this once peaceful star system.

What appeared before Mortalian was a terrifying living planet completely twisted by the power of Nurgle, its surface covered with festering sores and pustular ravines, a veritable embodiment of hell.

The constantly writhing matter seemed to proclaim Nurgle's rule and majesty to the outside world, and Mortarion knew that a brutal battle was about to begin here.

"Death Guard, set out, for the Father!"

"For my loving father!"

Nurgle's actions were also detected by the other destructive powers in the warp, and they did not stop the Deathguard's advance.

Khorne roared with anticipation, caring neither where the blood came from nor which side the head belonged to.

However, He still had the 888 demon armies ready and found the former chief demon whom He had banished—Scarbrand.

The Blood God would not allow his demonic army to be absent from the epic war between His Eternal Chosen and the Primarch Nurgle; He eagerly anticipates how many heads and how much blood he will reap.

Kilsagh is still building Tek Industries facilities on Lorissa, infusing them with her psionic powers to prevent them from being stolen by some unseen force.

The Mithra's Contempt was parked next to the Genesis, the Chaos symbol on its hull removed and replaced with a giant A.

The Lorisa system has a subspace route that leads directly to the Cardia sector, so she wasn't in a hurry; there were others who were more anxious than her anyway.

As for the survivors on Lorisa, they also felt that life seemed to be getting better day by day.

However, just as the newly appointed temporary planetary governor cautiously asked which god she should worship, Killer looked at him with a puzzled expression. Faith wouldn't make her stronger, so she naturally didn't need these people to worship her.

After thinking about it, I decided to let them continue to believe in the emperor. Who knows, maybe Old Man Huang will take a liking to her and give her a hand sometime.

After all, in the Warhammer universe, believing in God really does have an effect.