I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 310 We plan to drop a virus bomb on Macragge
Dying stars stirred in the crucible, dissolving into the sticky mire of dying worlds,

The Father of Plague squirmed his huge body and stirred the soup spoon in his hand with a smile.
Nurgle was surprised, surprised in the moment of toil,
He noticed that there were six new types of bacteria in the galaxy.
Like mushrooms after rain, bamboo shoots in spring, mold on summer food, and rotten fly eggs, they suddenly appeared on Macragge, surprising and delighting.
Their colonies are still very small, and their numbers are still very small. As bacteria themselves, they are so tiny that they are barely noticeable. If they were placed among the vast stars, they would seem insignificant and almost no one would pay attention to them.
But Nurgle is still delighted. In his eyes, even the tiniest bacteria have an important place.

But soon He discovered something surprising.

How strange! These six bacteria have nothing to do with each other, nor with any other species of bacteria. They don't seem to have evolved naturally.

Instead, it seems like it was manufactured.
Nurgle couldn't help but put his head on the curtain between reality and the warp, observing the six new bacteria, and soon realized the effects of these six bacteria.
Degradation, hair growth, diarrhea, thirst, insomnia and knowledge of decomposition?

Most of them are very common, but the last one is quite useful. Maybe the neighbor who has been making bird cackling sounds recently will be interested in it.
If a few copies could be cultivated and sent to His library, it would surely bring Him some surprises. Isn't this the change He's always talking about?
Thinking of this, Nurgle couldn't help but become more interested in those bacteria, and he began to observe them more carefully.
Something even stranger happened.
He is the God of Plague, whose eyes have tasted all the sources of healing in the mortal world and the Warp.

From viruses to fungi, from bacteria to parasites, He has witnessed each one with His own eyes and cultivated each one with His own hands. In fact, many bacteria were born in His crucible, such as the famous Mycobacterium tuberculosis, Vibrio cholerae, Staphylococcus aureus, Clostridium botulinum, etc.
He is the best bacteria cultivation master, and he knows the weaknesses and coping methods of each bacteria most clearly. At least he should be able to come up with some clues.
But, but He couldn't see, couldn't see how to stop these six bacteria from exerting their effects,

Nurgle couldn't help but share this surprising moment with the understanding Isa, who was also surprised. He couldn't figure out how to deal with these six bacteria.

Now Nurgle is certain that this bacterium was undoubtedly cultivated by humans. He now has a colleague! And an excellent colleague! A perfect master of bacterial cultivation!

Nurgle could hardly contain his excitement. After so many years, he actually had a like-minded person.
He could not help but carefully extend a finger towards the six bacteria, fearing that he would harm the perfect creation of his peers.

A wave of resistance and rejection came from the six bacteria, obviously resisting Nurgle's touch.
Nurgle did not force it, but he felt the power of these six bacteria and knew the owner of these bacteria.

He slowly looked towards the warp near Macragge, towards the round blue figure.

It was a new being. Nurgle had tried to greet him, but unfortunately received no response.
He always seemed to stand there dull, indifferent, and lifeless, as if he was wondering who he was.

It was indeed Him, the new being who brought back two Primarchs. He was indeed a friendly being who loved life.

Nurgle couldn't resist the urge to make friends with him, or even become family with him.
"Hello, new friends."

"I see your six perfect children, funny and perfect."

Nurgle moved his fat body and bowed politely to the round blue figure:
"Your skills are even more admirable. I never thought that one day I would see someone who shares the same passion as me."

"If it's not offensive, I would like to invite you to visit my garden and attend a small tea party I host. We can drink strong tea filled with maggots and rotten plants, and taste cakes with 777 kinds of parasites wriggling around. My lovely friend Isa will also discuss the mysteries of life, bacteria and diseases with us."

Nurgle waited patiently for seventy-seven minutes, but the round blue figure did not respond to his invitation, which he deeply regretted.
This newborn being seemed to be very shy. The young Slaanesh, who was as young as him, seemed to have invited him, but was unsuccessful.
But Nurgle was not discouraged.

Making a new friend meant change, a departure from the slow, stagnant, mundane life that had been going on before, and Nurgle liked stagnation.
Moreover, Nurgle knows that, just as he himself is attracted to his creations,
As long as I create a bacterium that is equally ingenious, I will surely be able to attract His attention, right?

Just then, young Mortarion asked him to create a new disease to trap Guilliman and Sanguinius in Macragge.
In fact, Nurgle didn't want to agree.

The two newly resurrected children were eager to see their father. How could He stop them? However, little Mortarion was His family, and the pleas of family members were the most difficult to refuse.

He was just struggling with what the carrier of this new disease was.
Since that fellow enthusiast is good at cultivating bacteria, he can also communicate with bacteria.
Nurgle couldn't help humming a little tune and continued to stir the crucible in front of him.
Countless cries poured out of the crucible, as if billions of people in ten thousand worlds were crying in unison, and the sound of tears falling to the ground was as loud as a torrential rain.
Zhou Yun actually has some experience in dealing with those chapters that do not belong to the Blood Angels and the Ultramarines.

Several startup groups had previously had private conversations with Zhou Yun.
The Space Wolves were the first to be attacked. Zhou Yun even thought that they came to drink and chat with him, but they were trying to test Zhou Yun to see if he was involved in Chaos. They also subtly asked for information about Leman Russ.
The Dark Angels came next. They seemed to want to know if Zhou Yun knew their little secret. Zhou Yun, in turn, relied on Guilliman's guidance to inquire about Lion's situation. In the end, he was confused to find that the Dark Angels did not know Lion El'Jonson's situation either. He didn't know if it was because they were not in the inner circle.
But what really made Zhou Yun feel difficult was the hand of steel.

The descendants of Ferrus were hesitant. They were eager to ask about the resurrection of the Primarch, but they were reluctant to mention the resurrection of their own gene father.

Zhou Yun could only express his understanding of this. A Gorgon sect in the Iron Hands once recovered a silver hand of Ferrus and a pile of rotten flesh on Istvaan.
Then they strung the rotten flesh together with wires and bolts to form a human figure, attached the silver hand, and then powered it with electricity through some kind of machine.
Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, witnessed the scene. He saw with his own eyes his brother's flesh and blood being sewn together with steel. One of his silver hands twitched and twisted on the chair, like a dead frog connected to a motor.

This situation was so serious that even Fulgrim would cry blasphemy and want to chop the Iron Hand off to avenge Ferrus. However, the Gorgons actually thought that the Primarch was sending them a message through his finger.
At that moment, even the usually good-tempered Vulkan lost his temper and swung his hammer to smash the thing and Ferrus's silver hand to pieces, fearing that the Iron Hand would continue to desecrate his brother's body.
Finally, Zhou Yun hinted that Ferrus's soul was still fighting for the Emperor,
But to be honest, Zhou Yun felt that the next group he was going to face was even more insane than most start-up groups.

The Black Templars, the descendants of Sigismund, the offspring of Rogal Dorn, a group of space crusaders, are different from most other chapters in that they openly believe that the Emperor is a god.

And the entire chapter seemed to be suffering from collective hysteria, often thinking of an Emperor Champion who was inspired by the Emperor. They were simply a group of black orcs wearing black power armor.
As for Zhou Yun. To be honest, Zhou Yun felt that he would be a pagan in the eyes of these black orcs, a complete heretic.

In addition, there is a black sword in his fourth-dimensional pocket, which was snatched back from Abaddon by Sanguinius. It originally belonged to Marshal Amalric.
But the marshal died in a one-on-one duel with Abaddon on the Iron Wraith in order to cover the expeditionary force.

As for Zhou Yun himself, he didn't want to make things too awkward with the Black Templars. After all, although the Black Templars were a little crazy, they were actually pretty good in Astarte. They hadn't done anything abstract like sucking their father's blood, resurrecting their father as a frog with electric shock, or trying to blow up Guilliman.

Just a fanatical belief in the Emperor and the state religion, which seems so pure in the galaxy,
Moreover, the power armor of the Black Templar, which looks like a knight, is really handsome. If possible, Zhou Yun wants to bring him into his Doraemon team.
He sighed and boarded the Black Templars' strike cruiser, Heretic's Scourge.

Three priests from the Black Templar were standing in the command room.

The Chaplains of the Heretic are responsible for traveling among the stars, examining the Emperor's Champions who emerge from the Black Templars Crusade and bestowing upon them the Black Sword.

This is mainly because the number of Black Swords is too small, and the number of Expeditionary Forces and Emperor's Champions is too large. Most of the Black Templars who become Emperor's Champions cannot survive for a few days, so the Black Swords need to be frequently circulated.

Zhou Yun walked towards the three Black Templar priests with some caution, and then
The humming sound of the power armor rang out, and the three Black Templar priests took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and lowered their heads to Zhou Yun.

“Praise!”

"Great friend of the Emperor! Resurrector of the Primarch! Agent of the power of the God of Death! The original power! Holy Dorasunbi!"

"May you hear our sins. We attempted to bomb Macragge with virus bombs."

"." Zhou Yun's expression twisted into a bitter one.

(End of this chapter)