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"Stop! Quack!"

"You've been deceived... Ah!"

"Was this all part of your plan, you cursed one?!"

The descent of Nurgle was overjoyed to receive a triple attack, and He roared in fury.

Under the attack of the three, the Nurgle Descendant was riddled with holes and looked utterly wretched.

However, even under such difficult circumstances, it still stared intently at "Guilliman," who stood with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

Guilliman actually wanted to say that he knew nothing about this matter. He had no idea why the Greenskins' god was here, let alone why it was helping him fight Nurgle.

However, since Guilliman could get help from the green-skinned god, he naturally wouldn't complain.

Seeing that the Nurgle Descendants were growing weaker and weaker under the Greenskinned God's fierce attack, Guilliman stopped his pursuit.

However, just as he stopped attacking, the Nurgle Descendant suddenly let out an angry roar.

"How did you convince them?" The Nurgle descent stared wide-eyed at Guilliman, as if trying to glean some clue from his face.

“My son thinks you’re too green.” Just as Guilliman was about to explain, a gruff voice suddenly rang out.

“My little rascal thinks you’re not waaaaaagh at all.” Then, another voice chimed in.

The descent of Nurgle was stunned; it clearly hadn't expected that the one who answered its question would be Brother Gou Mao.

Guilliman raised an eyebrow, equally surprised that his second brother would give such an answer.

"Why do you have such disrespect for life? They..." Nurgle's words were rudely interrupted by the second brother.

"What are you babbling about! Take this punch!" Brother Gao roared, his voice like thunder, deafening.

He swung his thick arm with unparalleled strength and slammed it down on Nurgle.

This punch was like Mount Tai crushing an egg; the filth descended upon the body with no way to avoid it, and the only option was to bear the blow head-on.

With a loud bang, the Nurgle Descendant was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

However, this is not over yet.

Before the Nurgle Descendant could even get up, a huge club suddenly appeared from behind it, as large as a mountain, and with boundless power, it slammed down hard on the Nurgle Descendant's head.

The blow was as fast as lightning; the Nurgle Descendant had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the club smashed into its head.

With a "crack," the skull of the Nurgle Descendant shattered, splattering brain matter everywhere.

Having suffered such a fierce attack from Brother Gou Mao, the Nurgle Descendant had become extremely weak, its body swaying precariously as if it might collapse at any moment.

Just then, Guilliman, holding the Emperor's Sword, slowly walked to the side of Nurgle's Advent.

He was expressionless, his eyes cold, as if the incarnation of Nurgle was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword and plunged it into the head of the Nurgle Advent without hesitation.

In an instant, golden flames erupted from the body of the Nurgle Descendant like a volcanic eruption, burning fiercely.

The Nurgle Descendant struggled painfully in the golden flames, its body twisting and deforming as it let out roars.

However, no matter how much it struggled, it could not escape the scorching heat of the golden flames.

"NO!"

The Nurgle Descendant let out a final, desperate cry before exploding in golden flames, shattering into countless fragments that drifted through the air.

With the death of the Nurgle Advent, the Nurgle corruption on the planet began to recede at an alarming rate.

The land, which had been polluted by filth, gradually regained its vitality, and the creatures that had been eroded by filth also regained their life force.

Meanwhile, the cosmic laws established by the Horizon Needle are rapidly driving away Nurgle's power, saving this galaxy from Nurgle's shadow.

Once the two galaxies saw that the Nurgle Descendants were dead, they lost interest in the galaxy.

However, the fighting spirit of the two brothers did not diminish. They threw a heavy punch at each other's heads, and then disappeared into the universe in the midst of their fight, leaving only the legend that the two brothers would fight until the end of time.

Unlike Mao Erge, Guilliman did not leave quickly. He stood quietly in place, his gaze fixed on the ecosystem that was rapidly recovering under the interference of the horizon needle.

The planet, which had been ravaged beyond recognition by the power of Nurgle, is now recovering its vitality at an astonishing rate.

As Guilliman watched all this, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

He was gratified by the planet's rebirth. Under his gaze, the once disgusting vegetation began to come back to life, its tender green leaves swaying gently in the wind, without fangs or eyes.

The dried-up river began to flow again, and the clear water nourished the earth.

Animals have reappeared on this planet, running and playing joyfully.

However, the Ultra Warriors were not fooled by this seemingly wonderful sight.

They remained highly vigilant, carefully observing every corner of the planet.

Although these plants and animals appear perfectly normal, they know that anything can hide unknown dangers.

Especially when they saw a few blades of grass stubbornly sticking out of the ground from under Guilliman's feet, they dared not relax their vigilance for a moment.

These blades of grass, hindered by the metal combat boots, had to bend their bodies to adapt to this new world.

Although they are small, they demonstrate a tenacious vitality, inspiring awe for the life on this land.

Guilliman felt as if he were in a long and illusory dream, a dream that seemed to have no end and kept going on and on.

However, as his consciousness gradually returned from the chaos, he was surprised to find that the scene before him had transformed into the image of Macurag that he had always longed for.

Everything here was just as beautiful as he remembered: verdant fields, fertile land, clear rivers, and the warm sunshine that made him feel incredibly comfortable.

Guilliman couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Perhaps he could live a peaceful life here, farming, enjoying the bounty of nature, and becoming a tall, strong farmer.

"Maybe I can find a planet like this and become an ordinary farmer."

He did not try to hide his thoughts, and the honor guards around him all heard his wish.

Their eyes, hidden beneath their helmets, suddenly widened in astonishment.

What would happen to them if their genetic father really chose to become a farmer? What would be the meaning of their existence?

However, Guilliman ultimately sighed in resignation.

He knew all too well that the heavy burden of the human empire was now pressing down on his shoulders, and that he had neither the right nor the reason to choose to live in seclusion.

Although he longed for this peaceful life deep down, he knew that his responsibilities and mission did not allow him to do so.

“Calgar, assemble the Ultramarines,” Guilliman’s voice was firm and powerful. “Our duty is not over yet.”

He raised his head and gazed at the vast starry sky.

There, Imperial Navy warships and fleets from other chapters also arrived in orbit around the planet.

The light from the warship's engines, like twinkling stars, illuminated the entire night sky, and also illuminated the determination in Guilliman's heart.