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

Chapter 325: As long as the Lord of Change supports it, we will oppose it
Zhou Yun looked at the little crow that was standing in front of him.
The crow's body was covered in signs of decay. Maggots were burrowing under its greasy feathers, bacterial colonies were growing layer by layer on its skin, and there were a large number of herpes, polyps, and redness and swelling on it. Even its eyes were blurry and turbid.

It was hard not to wonder if this crow was simply a moving corpse, but Zhou Yun knew that it contained the soul of an old acquaintance.

Markit, like Monger, is the leader of the mutants of Asford Underhive and a follower of Nurgle.
Zhou Yun really didn't expect to meet him even in Macragge.
To be honest, the brothers Markit and Monger were out of the game a bit. As soon as they showed up, they were targeted by Digris, followed by Mephiston and the patrolling Ultramarines. Basically, they were being watched all the way.
Zhou Yun naturally knew the content of their conversation and their purpose.
Zhou Yun originally planned to let them fall into the trap, but he didn't expect that the two brothers had been out of the game for too long and couldn't even find him, so he had to let Mephiston and Rena catch them.
As a result, Monger was killed instantly by Rena. Although there was the factor that Rena's stats were inflated to an outrageous degree.

"The loving father invites you to visit His garden." Markit stood on the table in front of Zhou Yun and said with her mouth open, which was black with a hint of green.

He deliberately and suddenly revealed the reason why he was here, and lowered his voice to create an atmosphere, hoping to confuse Zhou Yun.

"Well, then what?" Zhou Yun asked calmly, as if he was not surprised at all.

"Aren't you surprised? This is an invitation from our loving father, one of the greatest beings in the entire subspace!" Zhou Yun's attitude surprised Markit. He even suspected that Zhou Yun didn't hear clearly who was inviting him.

"What's the big deal? Slaanesh invited me to have sex with him some time ago." Zhou Yun waved his hand and said.

".Are you kidding me?!" Market took two steps back in horror.

"I just mentioned His name directly, and you see nothing happened?" Zhou Yun said casually.

In fact, in order to prevent Monger and Markit from carrying the Nurgle virus, he used the Adaptation Lamp on himself in advance.
Zhou Yun had already gotten used to the corruption that came from his name.
In fact, when chanting the name of Slaanesh, Zhou Yun only felt a gentle gaze and did not feel the existence of corruption at all.

"So, what then? What is the purpose of the loving father? Why did you invite me to be a guest in the Garden of Nurgle?"

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows and asked, looking at Market in front of him.

Nurgle invited him to visit the gardens,
He was a little confused. Zhou Yun had already been selecting the props that could deal with the next plague.
After all, lamps that eliminate unwanted bacteria can only deal with bacteria, but are useless against parasites, viruses, fungi, and other areas that the father is good at.

"My father seems to have determined that you are an excellent bacterial artist and is very interested in your skills in cultivating bacteria."

"He seems to be treating the recent events in the material universe as a contest with you at the bacterial cultivation level."

Bacteria artist?
Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, then realized that Nurgle must have discovered the useless bacteria that Zhou Yun cultivated with the random bacteria-making machine.
He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times. How could those meaningless bacteria arouse Nurgle's interest?
Does the loving father want to grow long hair?

"I have the mark of my loving father in my body, all you have to do is————"

"Take a look in this mirror." Before Marketeer could finish his words, Zhou Yun took out a tracking image mirror from his four-dimensional pocket and scanned it at Marketeer.

"What?" Market asked blankly.

Zhou Yun didn't say anything, but just pointed at Markit.
A faint, pale sense of death seeped out from his fingertips.
"Wait!!" Market screamed in fear.
But before he could finish his words, his crow body died instantly and turned into pale gravel that piled up into a small hill on the table.

This is the power Zhou Yun gained after devouring Inad, the power to give things the power of death.

However, this power must be transmitted with the help of Zhou Yun's body and the old woman's sword, and the more powerful the existence, the more it can resist this power.

So in Zhou Yun's opinion, this thing is actually useless. At most, it can be used to deal with the miscellaneous soldiers who are very close.

On the contrary, Zhou Yun felt that the other ability, which was the ability to resurrect individuals whose souls had not yet returned to the subspace, that is, individuals who had died but had died not long ago or who had died but were not completely dead, was more useful.

Well, especially when dealing with the Thousand Sons.
"My Lord, are you not going to keep the appointment?" Mephiston asked softly.

Zhou Yun simply adjusted the mirror in his hand, and the scene in the mirror changed and focused on Markit in the Garden of Nurgle.

"Father God, I failed." Markit said with deep regret, his head lowered, not daring to look at the majestic figure of his loving father.
The figure was like a mountain made of layers of flesh and blood. In Markit's lowered eyes, he could only see a little shadow cast on the humus ground.

The sound of stirring the crucible was heard, and a gentle, kind voice mixed in with the buzzing of flies was heard.

"Failure? No no no, my lovely child, you did a great job."

"Remember? The task I gave you was to convey my invitation to him, and you did a great job."

"It's just that he may not like me very much, so he rejected my invitation. This is my fault, not yours."

As he spoke, the father began to hum a little tune, and the sound of stirring the crucible became clearer and clearer. He continued to speak to Market in a grandfatherly voice:

"I'm going to reward you two brothers. You deserve it!"

"I'll make a new pot of soup, and when I'm done, you and your brother can have some."

Markit bowed to her father with gratitude,

Not because of the gifts that the loving Father would bestow upon him and his brothers, but simply because of the loving Father’s love.

Because she wanted to repay this kindness, Markit mustered up the courage to ask, "Why did you invite Zhou Yun to be your guest?"

"Because I am very conflicted. I don't know whether I should stop Guilliman from returning to Terra."

The loving father sighed softly and said with a hint of distress in his tone:

“Isn’t it too cruel to prevent a child who has just recovered from the disease from seeing his father?”

"But young Mortarion always begged me to hold Guilliman back."

"Well, so I want to talk to Zhou Yun, this excellent colleague, to discuss the technology of making bacteria and the matter of Guilliman and Mortarion's two children." "Markit, child, if it were you, what would you decide?"

The loving father asked Market gently.

"Perhaps I will let Guilliman go back. If he is the same as the legend says, he will surely save more lives from the other four gods who do not value life."

Markit refers to Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Khorne and the Emperor.

"I'm not so sure." Nurgle said a little melancholy: "Maybe he can save many humans, but there are many lives besides humans that he doesn't care about."

Hearing the melancholy in his father's words, Markit was anxious for a moment. He hurriedly used his brain to help his father solve the problem.
"Why don't you see what the Lord of Change is doing?"

Monger, who had been standing aside to repair his soul injury, suddenly spoke in confusion,
Nurgle, Markit, and the Nurglings playing nearby all looked at Mung who suddenly spoke.

"I mean, if we just look at what the Lord of Change does, we'll know how to act, right?"

Munger gestured and said:

"As long as the Lord of Change supports it, we will oppose it!"

"As long as the Lord of Change opposes it, we support it!"

"Those blue-haired guys won't do anything good anyway, so it's definitely a good idea to go against them!"

The polluted air of Nurgle Garden was silent for a moment, and then the Nurglings playing nearby couldn't help but applaud.
Markit took a deep breath at her brother's amazing wisdom, and her father fell into deep thought.
Zhou Yun, who was peeping at this scene through the tracking mirror in the physical universe, couldn't help but applaud Monger.
Monger has grasped the underlying logic of the Chaos Gods.
Tzeentch and the Father happen to occupy two opposing parts of the warp.

One is stagnant, the other is changing; one is nostalgic for the past, the other is eager for the future; one is harmonious and friendly, the other is ambitious.
Unless something happens that threatens Chaos as a whole, most of Tzeentch and Nurgle's demands are in conflict.
Moreover, the vast majority of demons in the Garden of Nurgle agreed with Monger's statement, but they had never found the right words to express it.

"I'll have to think about it." The loving father nodded solemnly: "I'll have to think about it."

Looking at the scene in the mirror, Zhou Yun touched his chin and pressed down the reasoning hat that he always wore on his head.
"My Lord?" Mephiston asked Zhou Yun again about his plan.

"I plan to visit the Garden of the God of Plague. After all, it is a famous attraction in the Warp."

Zhou Yun smiled and said:
“But not by the door He opens, nor by this body.”

Mephiston raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember that I have a corrupted warp engine in my pocket?"

"That's what I brought out from Asford. You changed it to lead to the Blood God's realm in order to deal with Kabanha."

"I need you to help me redirect the Warp rift on it to the Garden of Nurgle."

"My Lord, you seem to have once again treated me as some blasphemous wizard who has arbitrarily opened the door to the realm of evil gods."

Mephiston said helplessly:

"But your request is simple, I think I can do it easily."

In the Garden of Nurgle, Father Rain Rotigus was strolling beside the pus lake in the Garden of Nurgle. He moved his chubby body and shook the boxwood branches in his hands, constantly attracting corrupt and lush rain to fall, making the fungal grasslands around the lake more lush.
It is the Generous One, it is the Rain-Priest, it is the Bringer of Plenty, it is the Great Father's embodiment of generosity, prosperity and fertility,
Whether in the subspace or the real universe, it will respond to anyone who prays for life and bring them abundance.

The hornbeams stretched out their leaves, their fungal mats oozed mucus, and rotten maggots shuttled around under the feet of Rainfather Rotigus, making him laugh.
It was a beautiful day in the Garden of Nurgle,
There were no skeleton legions of the damned to disturb us, no birdmen of the Lord of Change to cackle, no weirdos in silver power armor to set fires, no devil-eating pockets to lie at the border between reality and the material universe.
What a beautiful day, what a beautiful garden of Nurgle, praise the Father!
But suddenly, Father Rain Rotigs stopped smiling and looked at the place not far from him in confusion.
The warp there shook, revealing the veil between the warp and the material universe.

Then the curtain tore apart after a slight shake, opening a passage connecting reality and the material universe.

Rainfather Rotigs came forward curiously and looked into the passage.

Could it be that the poor people on some planet are facing famine and need his help?
Then Father Rain Rotigus saw a sturdy human holding a bat, suddenly stepped out of the crack and stood on the soft and sticky mycelium lawn of the Nurgle Garden.
His steps were so powerful that they crushed the maggots that were parasitic on the roots of the mycelium, causing a thick yellow slurry to ooze out from the ground.

But the liquid seemed to be separated from the human by a tiny invisible film, and had no effect on him.

Father Rain Rotigs looked at him curiously. He felt that the human in front of him was a little familiar.
Not in appearance, but in smell. Kind of like. Kind of like
Like a hollow and lonely death,

Father Rain. Rotigus's eyes fell on the white pocket on his stomach——————

"Run!!!!"

"The pocket-eating devil is coming!!! Everyone, run!!!"

Rainfather Rotigs roared in fear and crawled towards the black magic house where his loving father lived.

Zhou Yun controlled the Fat Tiger Demon, looking at the fleeing Nurgle Great Unclean One with a confused look on his face.
Look at his appearance. Oh, that's Rainfather Rotigs.
Zhou Yun, who was a lover of chaos and aliens in his previous life, quickly identified the identity of the Nurgle demon, and then scratched his head in a bit of confusion.

He did not use his original body to enter the Garden of Nurgle, but used Fat Tiger to be on the safe side.

But Nurgle invited Zhou Yun after all. To show courtesy and avoid misunderstanding, he molded the appearance of Fat Tiger Demon to be similar to his own body, even replicating the pocket on his belly, but with a much larger body.
Did he look scary? Zhou Yun looked at himself strangely and couldn't help shaking his head.

It's a pity. His favorite demon in his previous life was Rainfather Rotigs. Its design is very good. If there is a chance, Zhou Yun would like to invite him to sit in his pocket as a collection.
Forget it, let's get down to business.
Zhou Yun looked towards the black magic house of Nurgle deep inside.

(End of this chapter)