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This is undoubtedly a clear and unavoidable dead end.

Mortarian had already learned of the mysterious Cycle of Three that Kirsar had revealed to him, and the Grim Reaper of Barbaros had taken a liking to it.

However, Nurgle's philosophy of stagnation is the cornerstone of this chaotic god's existence. If the three cycles were truly completed, what unpredictable changes would occur to Nurgle? No one knows for sure.

This was the price Nurgle paid for saving Mortarion from Kil'jaeden.

If Mortalian is not saved, Nurgle's influence in the mortal realm will be greatly weakened, and he will be left far behind by the other three Chaos Gods.

At that time, Khorne and Tzeentch will have the opportunity to acquire a portion of Mortarion's warp essence, making them even more powerful.

The meticulous Magnus quickly discerned Kirsaj's plan. At this moment, even Nurgle, who always presented himself as a benevolent figure and was hailed as a benevolent father, had to carefully consider the enormous price that would be paid to recall Mortarion.

"For my beloved father!" Mortarian shouted hoarsely, as he brandished his enormous and incredibly sharp scythe, bringing it down with overwhelming force.

However, Kirsar easily dodged Mortarion's fierce attack. The continuous bleeding had already made Mortarion feel an unprecedented sense of heaviness and weakness, as if the strength of his body was being completely lost with the loss of blood.

Mortarian, panting, sheathed his scythe and stared intently at the unharmed Kirsajarn.

Outside the Endurance, the Tzeentch army held fast to the Nurgle army.

Carlos muttered incantations, his body radiating powerful psionic energy.

As he spoke, dazzling flames of Tzeentch shot out from his hands like a surging torrent, rushing straight toward Kugas, who was rushing toward him.

Kugas charged forward like a green mountain of flesh, but he seemed somewhat powerless against the powerful psionic spells unleashed by Carlos.

He was violently knocked back several steps by the enormous force, staggering and nearly falling to the ground.

At this moment, Kugas was extremely anxious because they were still unable to break through the strong defenses set up by the Tzeentch army.

This forces Mortarion to face alone the eternal chosen one with the power to kill gods, as well as Magnus, whose strength is equally unfathomable.

For Kugas, this was undoubtedly an extremely difficult and dangerous battle.

As for the Death Guards, it wasn't that Kugas looked down on them.

However, such intense clashes between true demigods are not something that Space Marines can easily get involved in.

Moreover, the opposing camp also possessed the Imperial Guards, whose strength he still vividly remembers.

Just then, Carlos unleashed another incredibly powerful psionic spell.

A dazzling light flashed, and Kugas's originally fierce attack was cleverly deflected, striking directly at a nearby unclean being.

Seeing this, Kugas felt a pang of guilt. He quickly turned to look at the innocent impure one who had been implicated, his eyes filled with remorse.

However, the Great Demon Nurgle simply shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't care about such a minor injury.

"Haha, you're so impatient, Kugas!" "Don't you care about brotherhood at all? Look what you've done, he's probably in excruciating pain right now!"

Upon hearing this, Kugas was instantly enraged. He turned around and glared fiercely at Carlos, shouting, "Shut your stinking mouth, you two-headed bird! Don't spout nonsense here!"

Seeing that there was no hope of rescue from Kugas, Nurgle sighed. His sorrow infected the nearby Nurgle archdemons, who surrounded the huge green figure and tried in various ways to cheer up their benevolent father.

Kugas and Mortarion also heard the sigh, and Nurgle stretched out his giant hand and took the exhausted Mortarion away from Kirsaj.

Magnus seemed to see a tic-tac-toe sign in Kirsar's face. Wasn't this part of her plan?

Kirsage: The points I was about to win slipped away, so painful.

Renault: So what if they ran away? What use are so many points to you?

Kearsarge: Draw battleship blueprints!

Taracin: It's been recorded, and it'll be put in a museum.

Azure Star: The reactor has been captured.

Kilsager: Let's teleport away.

"Kurgas! You pathetic Kurgas! How utterly incompetent you are! You can only stand by and watch all this happen! Hahahaha!" "Are you Nurgle's chief archduke? Are you really? All I see is an angry fatso!"

Having witnessed a vision of the future, Carlos burst into unrestrained laughter, a laugh that seemed to penetrate the entire universe, containing endless mockery and contempt.

Kugas trembled with rage at Carlos's insults.

His eyes widened, and he roared, "Two-headed bird!"

Then, he raised the huge bell in his hand high and smashed it down with all his might on Carlos in front of him.

However, to everyone's surprise, this powerful blow only struck a phantom of Carlos.

Just then, the Nurgle army, which had been engaged in fierce fighting, suddenly stopped attacking and began to retreat in an orderly manner into the warp.

Clearly, there was no point in continuing this battle.

Khorne, watching from afar, was very dissatisfied with the outcome; it had not received a head.

Fortunately, the operation was not entirely fruitless, as the Blood God's Eternal Chosen offered Mortarion's blood to the Blood God, so there was some gain.

With Mortalian's departure, the Deathguard gang, which had previously gathered together, instantly descended into chaos and disorder.

The soldiers scattered and fled, each fighting for their own lives, desperately trying to find a way to escape.

After chasing the fleeing Death Guards for a while, the other fleet members returned to Cadia via the warp space route opened up for them by Magnus.

However, a large number of Death Guards resolutely headed towards the living planet, determined to fight alongside their most powerful brethren until their last breath.

The living planet happily accepted them, and its true abyssal maw emitted bursts of soul-piercing laughter, welcoming each of its brothers.

Back on the Mithra's Defiance, the crew watched this celestial being happily feeding on its friends, and even the Primarch of the Demons looked troubled.

They only felt a giant pile of excrement, as big as a planet, rushing towards them, while Nurgle's divine power would protect it from all ranged attacks.