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Chapter 327: Nurgle: Hi, hi, hi! Here comes the soup!
Zhou Yun didn't know how to describe what he saw.
That is meat, that is flourishing life, that is life that is constantly growing and decaying, decaying but never dying,

Fat, pus, maggots, and rotting plants piled together form its body. It has never been a single individual. It is all life and all corruption. It is the path of entropy that all things must go through on their way to their destined end. It is the accumulation of all corrupt things.

He was so ugly and rotten, but divinity was born from him. Nurglings happily crawled out of every pus and fold. A dirty stomach hung from his fat belly, and sticky liquid flowed out. The maggots in the pus turned into flies as big as boulders, hovering above the forehead of the divine figure, forming a dark cloud surrounding it.
Then all of this, all that was born from His body, quickly decayed, became part of the rotten matter that piled up His body, and gave birth to new life again.
Zhou Yun saw it. He saw the Father's divinity very clearly and understood the Father's divinity.
Life is born from decay and decays from plague. Decay is not death, decay is the endless cycle of reincarnation, the endless cycle of life.
All living things will decay, and in decay they will die. Death is ultimately meaningless. This is the inevitable outcome of fate.

But Nurgle refused. He discovered reincarnation from decay. He gave all living things the gift of decaying but not dying, and found meaning in decay.

Yes, the process of birth and creation inherently contains decay and destruction. Today's palace is tomorrow's ruins, the girl in the morning is the old woman in the night, and a moment's hope is eternal regret.

But the ruins will be rebuilt into palaces, and when the sun rises, the old woman's children will become new girls. Eternal regret always carries a moment of hope, and that is the meaning.

This is His divinity, His presence, His gentleness and kindness, His love.

Zhou Yun's eyes widened, accepting the infinite meaning revealed by his father's huge body. The meaning and existence accumulated from the repetitive cycle of reincarnation were so huge that if a mortal was here, he would probably be torn apart just by looking at it. Even Astartes could not stare directly at this sacred body.
As for understanding that Nurgle does not exist in the mortal world, it will be impossible to fully understand Nurgle's existence.
But Zhou Yun's consciousness was constantly trying to understand the existence of his loving father. He had never felt his brain so clear before. In the process of understanding the existence of his loving father, he vaguely felt that he saw some things clearly, and understood some subspaces and his true appearance better.

Faintly, Zhou Yun heard some voices praying to him. Four kinds of prayers lingered in his ears.
Slimukos jumped off his snail in fear and looked at Zhou Yun standing on the snail Maos in fear.

Zhou Yun's body seemed to become very large, and for a moment Slimukos seemed to see a blue civet cat standing between the sky and the earth of the entire Nurgle Garden.

The raccoon cat's entire body seemed to be made of blue flames, burning fiercely and yet unclear. Its eyes stared at its loving father with a growing clarity.

A dead, destructive, cold, soulless death ripples out from the civet cat's body, but after that, a white, happy, joyful, brand new rebirth emerges.

The raccoon cat and the loving father stood facing each other.

One blue, one green, reborn from death, born from decay, two similar yet seemingly completely opposite concepts collide with each other.

The Nurglings in the Nurgling Garden cried out in fear and hid behind the Maw Tree. But the Maw Tree was also frightened and pulled out its roots to hide behind the Nurglings.
Rainfather Logotis screamed with fear, dug a big hole in the ground, and buried his head in it.
Kugath stopped what he was doing and stared at the scene in the subspace in amazement.
Typhons, who was doing the butterfly stroke in the pit, was startled and his body convulsed, and he sank uncontrollably into the sea of ​​feces and filth.
In the high tower of Plague Star, Mortarion, who had removed his moth wings, sat at the table and wrote furiously, calculating the intersections and meanings of the holy numbers. He was looking for the secrets and meanings after the resurrection of Guilliman and Sanguinius.

Numbers flew across the paper in front of him, and his plain handwriting gradually revealed the meaning of fate to him.
"The order of the legions is the order in which we were born. This number inherently contains destiny and guidance. Just as my legion is the Fourteenth Legion, the holy number of the Double Father, I am destined to return to his embrace."

"Guilliman's Thirteen, Sanguinius' Nine"

Numbers showed extraordinary significance to Mortarion. Thirteen and nine merged on the paper, presenting a sacred number that had never been seen before.

"Twenty-two. The beings who resurrected Guilliman and Sanguinius use twenty-two as the sacred number!"

Mortarion was pleased with the result of his calculations.
When the course of fate changed, Angron was ignorant, Fulgrim could only show a proud face, and Magnus was immersed in superstition and the occult.

Only when he sought the truth from matter and numbers, and from objective things outside the mind, could he glimpse a little bit of the truth through numerology.
The truth is obtained through reason and analysis! Not through superstition and mysticism!
More truths were revealed to Mortarion as the numbers appeared. He saw the deeper core of the Holy Number 22, the advent of five new great demons, the prayers of four completely different voices, the triple divinity, and the service of two demon primarchs.
The numbers were connected to each other, and Mortarion suddenly raised his head.

"The Holy Number Twenty-Two intersects with the Holy Number Seven? The being who resurrected Guilliman and Sanguinius is visiting the Father's realm?"

Mortarion looked up in surprise, then gazed toward the distant Garden of Nurgle.

He also saw the two towering figures, one blue and one green, standing deep in the Garden of Nurgle.
Zhou Yun took a deep breath, covered his head and listened to the prayers in his ears.
One is the sound of human prayers, praying to themselves in various high and low Gothic languages,

The second one was a gentle and clear prayer like a song, using some kind of ancient prophecy. Zhou Yun recognized it as a prophecy of the Eldar.

The third is the prayer sound like the whisper of the dead, cold and dry, like the sound produced by mechanical vibration.

The fourth is disordered and chaotic sounds, like the chirping of insects and the calls of animals, without any language elements.
His will calmed down slightly, the scene before his eyes stopped shaking, and the huge amount of information about the divinity of the loving father stopped flooding into his mind and consciousness.
This is not because Zhou Yun fully understood the existence of Nurgle, but because more information about Nurgle's divinity was considered harmful by the Adaptation Lamp and was adapted to.

The form of Nurgle in front of Zhou Yun did not change any more, but settled down and turned into a squirming and rotting unclean meat mountain, which looked like the puls.pro.max.ulter16g+1tb version of Nurgle.

"You seem to have a better understanding of yourself! That's great!" Nurgle said happily. By observing his father and comparing himself to him, Zhou Yun had a better understanding of his own destiny.
He realized that he would be worshipped by many people or non-human things in the future, mainly from four groups.

Humans, Eldar, and two other groups that have not yet been identified. Zhou Yun's face looked a little strange. He actually had some idea of ​​which two groups the two prayers came from.

But in theory, those two ethnic groups should not have any faith in any of the gods of the Warp.

“Haha, maybe I can pass on a little bit of my experience as a senior.”

Nurgle noticed that Zhou Yun was thinking, so he chuckled and said:

“Sometimes we don’t need to pursue things deliberately. Our existence is like a tree wrapped in a seed. If we let it go, it will take root and sprout naturally.”

The corners of Zhou Yun's mouth moved.

He wanted to refute Nurgle's words, not to refute the seed theory, but
"I am not a god, unlike you." Zhou Yun said to Nurgle seriously.

After observing a little bit of Nurgle's divinity, Zhou Yun sweated even more.

No! I don't want to become something like this!

Just let the emperor be the god!
"I understand! I understand!" Nurgle laughed and said, "All of your races are like this."

"But you have a really good personality. You are willing to listen to me. The other four don't listen to me at all."

The loving father patted his belly, his face full of joy, as if he was genuinely happy that Zhou Yun was willing to communicate with him.
It's like the look on the face of an old man who has lived alone for many years and suddenly sees a friend visiting him.
"I thought you were like the other four and didn't want to be my guest."

As he spoke, Nurgle turned around with a smile and led Zhou Yun towards the front of the Black Demon Mansion:
"They obviously have a lot of problems to worry about, but I know what to do!"

"Although people always say that Tzeentch is the wisest, in fact, although I am not as smart as him, I have existed the longest, and only tiny bacteria, fungi and viruses in this world can see everything."

As they walked, Nurgle said to Zhou Yun in a nagging tone:

"For example, for example, the ancient sacred weapon that Little Vashtor is pursuing, which overlaps with your domain, I actually roughly know the location of."

"Also, your Lord of Humanity wants to build a webway, right? I still remember where the webway tunnel boring machine was placed back then."

"Also, that little Ahriman wants to heal his brothers. Actually, I can do it."

"I don't know why everyone is unwilling to come to my place as a guest."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun was listening to Nurgle talking about some ancient things with great interest, when he suddenly felt a gaze coming from him.
That sight gave him a familiar feeling, but this familiarity did not come from himself, but from the Eldar Pantheon?
Zhou Yun raised his head slightly and looked towards a room high up in the Black Magic House. He felt a gentle gaze coming from there.

"Come on!! Come on!! Hi hi hi! The soup is here!"

Before Zhou Yun's gaze stayed on it for long, he heard Nurgle's anxious voice.

"This is a soup I made on the spur of the moment. I was in a hurry so it's a bit watery. It only contains more than 2,200 kinds of bacteria."

"I hope you don't mind!"

(End of this chapter)