From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 558: "Corruption", "Crying", "Rebirth"

"what--!!"

"No--!!"

The screams of the people rang out one after another, their skin turned pale and festered, their muscles twisted and swelled, and their bones made teeth-grinding breaking sounds.

Then, their eyes began to become cloudy, and a strange green light flashed in their pupils, as if their souls were eroded by some indescribable existence.

Some people's arms turned into twisted tentacles, some grew rotten tumors on their backs, and some had their entire bodies covered in mold, like walking corpses.

The scene in the Hanging Gardens looked like hell on earth.

The once beautiful flowers, plants and trees quickly withered and turned into pools of rotting slime.

The special stone slabs on the ground were corroded into pits and holes, and a strong stench of decay was spreading wildly in all directions.

Darth Vader stood high up, watching all this with indifference.

His Force was intertwined with the emerald green force field, and he should have fought for control of this space. However, he did not stop it from happening, but seemed to be observing, even.
Enjoying.

Under his mask, a hint of imperceptible fanaticism flashed in his beast-like eyes.

"Roar~!"

"Ow!!"

At the same time, the corrupted people began to let out low roars. Their consciousness had been completely eroded by some unknown force... or rather, by the chaotic power from the warp.

Although their bodies are twisted, they are full of strange vitality.

They are no longer ordinary creatures, but servants of Nurgle, walking carriers of plague.

Their very existence is a blasphemy against life.

In the core area of ​​the Sky Garden, a huge pool of corruption is forming.

The pool was swirling with green pus and emitting a suffocating stench.

By the pool, countless deformed people knelt on the ground and worshiped the pool.

"All things decay, but all living things are immortal"

The low and fanatical chanting sounded again, echoing in every corner of the Sky Garden.

But this time, there was no longer any compulsion of the Force in the voice, but it was filled with piety and fanaticism that came from the heart.

There was a strange green light flashing in the eyes of tens of thousands of people who were forced to corrupt but managed to survive. Although their bodies were twisted and rotten, they seemed to have gained some kind of twisted "new life", and they kept repeating the creepy motto in their mouths.

! !
On the other hand, all the stormtroopers who witnessed the whole thing, even though they had experienced countless brutal battles and had psychological qualities far superior to ordinary people, were unable to remain calm at this moment.

Their breathing became rapid, cold sweat oozed from their palms that clenched their blaster rifles, and their faces under their helmets were as pale as paper.

The scene before them was beyond their cognitive limits—

The originally vibrant life turned into a deformed monster in an instant, and the pervasive smell of decay and death was almost suffocating.

Even their absolute loyalty to Darth Vader could not completely suppress the fear and vacillation deep in their hearts.

Especially the more than a thousand stormtroopers standing inside the Sky Garden and on various high grounds, their psychological defenses almost collapsed.

Their eyes wandered between the twisted people and the pool of corruption, their hearts filled with unspeakable timidity and fear.

Their instincts urged them to flee from this hellish area, but their loyalty to Vader prevented them from taking that step. The fierce struggle between reason and instinct made their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

However, even as they struggled, the power of chaos had quietly eroded their bodies.

The emerald green force field was like an invisible plague, penetrating into their armor and invading their flesh.

At first, they just felt a biting chill, followed by unbearable itching and pain.

Their skin began to turn pale, their muscles twitched uncontrollably, and their bones made teeth-grinding twisting sounds.

But unlike ordinary people, the mutation of stormtroopers did not develop in the direction of becoming zombies.

Under the influence of the power of chaos, their bodies began to "evolve" in a more terrifying direction——

Their armor was integrated with their flesh and blood. Rotting tumors and mold grew on the originally smooth white armor surface. The barrels of the blaster rifles were twisted and deformed, turning into plague weapons emitting green poisonous mist.

Their bodies became larger and their strength increased exponentially, while their consciousness was completely reshaped by the power of Chaos, becoming "plague soldiers" under Nurgle.

These new plague soldiers bid farewell to the stormtroopers of the Galactic Empire and became fanatical followers of Chaos Nurgle and Darth Vader.

Their helmet visors burned with green flames and they whispered blasphemous spells, completely subverting life and order.

And all of this is just the first batch of "seeds" sown by the chaotic forces in this universe.

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"What is this feeling?"

“Um, something’s wrong with my body.”

"What the hell happened?!"

Whispers of astonishment rang out beside Darth Vader. Not only the thousand-plus stormtroopers, but even the hundred elite soldiers standing beside him began to feel the changes in their bodies.

Their voices were filled with confusion and uneasiness; those unspeakable forces were eroding their flesh and souls.

However, unlike the more than a thousand stormtroopers, the changes in these elite troops were more secretive, but also more dangerous.

From a distance, the appearance of these one hundred elite soldiers seemed no different from before.

Their armor still gleamed with a cold luster, and the weapons in their hands were still tightly grasped, as if they were ready to carry out Vader's orders at any time.

However, the real changes are hidden beneath their power shirts.

Their skin turned as pale as paper, as if it had lost all its blood color, but their muscles became tighter and full of explosive power.

Their blood vessels were faintly visible beneath their skin, appearing a strange dark red color, as if what was flowing was not blood but some kind of chaotic energy.

The most disturbing thing was their eyes - their originally calm and sharp gaze had now become ferocious and scarlet, as if burning with endless rage and desire to kill.

Their bodies did not rot or grow deformed tumors or tentacles, but instead became more perfect and more powerful.

Their strength, speed and reaction abilities have reached unprecedented heights, as if they have undergone some kind of transformation beyond the mundane.

But behind this "perfection" lies a deeper distortion. Their souls are not dominated by a single "violence", but also by the corruption and plague from Nurgle.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

At this time, heavy breathing sounds came from under Darth Vader's mask, and the frequency gradually increased, as if some uncontrollable force was raging in his body.

His body trembled slightly, and his right hand - or rather, the mechanical prosthesis that should have been his right hand - felt an unbearable itch.

That feeling did not come from the machine, but penetrated deep into his bones, as if countless ants were gnawing frantically between his flesh and bones, bringing a stimulation that was both painful and weird.

"This is impossible." Vader whispered, with a rare hint of hesitation in his voice.

His left hand quickly raised up and without hesitation, grasped the mechanical connection of his right arm.

With a crisp sound of broken metal, he forcibly removed the cold mechanical prosthesis and threw it aside.

Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene happened.

Under the watchful eyes of Vader and hundreds of elite soldiers around him, his arm, which had long been severed by Count Dooku (Darth Tyranus), began to regenerate at an incredible speed.

First came the bones. The pale skeleton slowly extended from the fracture, making a slight "cracking" sound, as if the miracle of life was accelerated thousands of times in an instant.

Afterwards, blood vessels and nerve networks entwined around like vines, quickly weaving into a complex network, with blood rushing through it, bringing a strange vitality.

Then, flesh and skin began to overlap layer by layer, covering the bones and veins at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The new skin was pale and smooth, a stark contrast to Vader's original complexion.

Finally, the five fingers slowly took shape, the nails were as sharp as blades, and the fingertips trembled slightly, as if adapting to this new body.

The whole process took only a few seconds, but it felt like a long transformation.

When Vida's right hand was fully restored, he slowly clenched his fist, feeling the strength and warmth brought by the long-lost flesh and blood.

Hundreds of elite soldiers around witnessed all this, and a trace of awe and fanaticism flashed in their scarlet eyes.

They knew that this was not only Vader's personal "rebirth", but also a symbol of the further spread of chaotic power in the universe. As for the new right hand, it might be the beginning of some even more terrifying power.

“More.More”

“Let more children be embraced.”

The whispers seeped into Darth Vader's mind like rotten honey, sickeningly sweet.

This time, the Dark Lord no longer resisted the call from the Warp.

As he turned, his pitch-black cloak drew an arc in the foul-smelling air, and his heavy footsteps echoed on the spore-covered tarmac.

At this moment, the Landam-class shuttle looked like a crouching metal behemoth, its streamlined shell covered with suspicious slime.

When Vida led a hundred elite soldiers onto the gangway, those elite soldiers who had already suffered severe physical mutations had some pus seeping out from the gaps in their armor, leaving signs of corrosion on the metal pedals.

The cabin was filled with the sweet smell of rotting flesh and blood, and the dim lights projected "their" figures on the cabin wall, like a group of demons performing a dark ritual.

With an unnatural hum of its engines, the shuttle rose into the smoke-obscured sky.

Looking down through the observation window, the entire Coruscant has turned into purgatory.

The once shining metal city was now lit up by tens of thousands of fires. Black smoke formed countless twisted pillars that reached into the sky. The people fleeing on the streets were like frightened ants, and those hunting them were their completely corrupted compatriots.

Vader stood at the tail of the cabin, and his new right hand slowly raised up.

The pale, almost transparent palm opened, then suddenly clenched. In an instant, a force field mixed with chaotic energy poured down like a tide, covering the urban area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers below.

There were sick ripples in the air, as if reality itself was festering.

boom----! ! !
With a deafening explosion, the emerald green evil light completely replaced the Force field.

Countless tiny human faces were tumbling in the light, screaming silently.

In the shrouded area, the exterior walls of the buildings quickly became covered with mold and the metal structures collapsed like rotten fruit.

Hundreds of millions of people who had not yet died let out shrill wails at the same time, their skin began to liquefy and their muscle tissue melted like wax.

But the most terrifying thing was that their souls were forcibly extracted and transformed into streams of dark green light, which converged into a filthy river leading to the subspace.

The hundreds of elite soldiers in the shuttle knelt on the ground at the same time, their scarlet eyes reflecting this doomsday scene.

Under the helmet, the corners of his mouth stretched uncontrollably to his ears, revealing his jagged fangs.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Vader's mechanical breathing suddenly intensified. He could feel that the sacrificed souls were nourishing an indescribable existence deep in the warp.

As a medium, he is receiving unimaginable power from this blasphemous ritual.

The night sky of Coruscant had now been dyed a disgusting yellow-green color, with huge shadows resembling internal organs flashing in the clouds from time to time. Moreover, this sacrifice was only the first "cry" of chaos coming to this galaxy.

At the same time, Darth Vader's body fell to his knees.

His remaining mechanical limbs let out a final wail, and the hydraulic lines burst like the blood vessels of a dying beast, splashing out turbid lubricant.

Along with the sound of metal deformation, the mechanical prostheses of the left arm and legs were stretched open from the inside by irresistible life force.

The pale new bones penetrated the alloy shell, and the bright red muscle fibers squirmed and spread outward like living things.

"Ahhh!!"

Vader's screams echoed in the cabin. This traumatized body was undergoing a reconstruction that exceeded human limits.

His new right hand dug into the metal deck tightly, and his five pale fingers plowed five hideous grooves on the steel surface.

The cursed blessed power rushed through his veins, and every nerve ending was feeling the itchiness of thousands of ants gnawing at his heart and the excruciating pain of lava filling his body.

When the last piece of mechanical debris fell off Vader's body, the entire cabin suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The Dark Lord trembled as he held up his completely regenerated limbs. Every inch of new skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, with dark red blood flowing underneath.

He roughly pulled the tube of the breathing mask, and with a "hiss" sound of pressure release, the black helmet that symbolized his failure and humiliation was torn apart.

Stumbling towards the reflective panel on the bulkhead, Vader's breathing was no longer dependent on mechanical assistance for the first time, and the face reflected on the screen made his pupils shrink suddenly -

That was the face of Anakin Skywalker in his prime.

The angular jawline, the high nose bridge, and even the scars from the lava burns have disappeared without a trace.

Only those eyes were still burning with an inhuman scarlet light, and the pupils were shrunk into two dangerous slits.

Vader ran his newborn fingers over the top of his smooth head, and the touch made him frown slightly.

The blessing did not return his former golden hair, but the power surging in this perfect body was enough to make up for any shortcomings.

He slowly flexed and stretched his five fingers, feeling the Force and "chaos" surging in this reborn body.

It is a hundred times smoother than when it was a mechanical prosthetic limb, and a thousand or even ten thousand times more powerful than before the Battle of Mustafar.

“That’s real power.”

His voice no longer had that mechanical hum, but it was more eerie than ever.

In the cabin, those elite soldiers who had also completed the transformation knelt on the ground, their faces beneath their helmets revealing morbid awe.

Through the porthole, the flames of Coruscant cast Vader's newborn figure on the bulkhead. The distorted shadow sometimes looked like a Jedi Knight, sometimes like a Sith Lord, and finally turned into several older and more evil beings.
(End of this chapter)