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Chapter 328 Emperor: Awesome! I can’t wait to stand up and watch!

Zhou Yun silently looked at the bowl of thick soup that his loving father forced into his hands.
The dark green thick soup with colorful oil film was constantly rotating in the bowl forged from rusty black iron. The liquid was as thick as asphalt, and from time to time, a few bubbles would burst, breaking the festering abscesses accumulated in the soup and emitting a foul black gas.

He seemed to see an entire Nurgle demon world settled in the soup bowl, constantly decaying, reborn, and rotting again. He also seemed to see 7.7 billion mortals struggling and twisting their bodies among the 2,200 kinds of bacteria in the thick soup, making unbearable wails.
There is no doubt that this bowl of soup contains the hard work, deep love and unreserved generosity of the kind father Nurgu.
The soup contains the power of the loving father. If a mortal drinks the soup and withstands the power, he will probably be instantly transformed into the immortal demon prince of the loving father.
The rotten black gas from the thick soup rushed uncontrollably into Zhou Yun's nose. The strong smell attacked Zhou Yun's olfactory nerves. The effect of the adaptive lamp's immunity included poison gas, so the toxicity of this smell was eliminated. Only the fierce smell was left, tickling Zhou Yun's nose and attacking his brain.
Zhou Yun was now using Fat Tiger's body, which was strong enough to rival the Chief Demon, but the smell of the soup still made Zhou Yun feel like he was hallucinating.
He seemed to see the emperor in the distant sky waving at him, as if as long as he drank this bowl of thick soup, he would have to go to the Golden Throne to accompany him.
Drinking Nurgle's soup is one of the four most cruel jobs in the Warp, along with defrauding Tzeentch, defeating Slaanesh, and raping Khorne.

Adaptive Lamps can resist all damage from the environment, but it is unlikely that Adaptive Lamps can resist Nurgle Broth.
The soup that was drunk was obviously not part of the environment. The damage caused to Zhou Yun by drinking Nurgle soup was equivalent to drinking a bowl of Nurgle soup.
Zhou Yun did drink the soup with the help of the props, but it is not necessarily the case that one can drink the soup with the help of the props, so Zhou Yun could not drink the soup. At most, he could drink a little bit of the soup.
Zhou Yun's brain was attacked by the strong smell of the thick soup. He felt that the stench went straight from the tip of his nose to the top of his head, making his head become pointy.

"Drink it quickly! Even though it's hasty, this soup is also my masterpiece!" The kind father urged with a smile, and Zhou Yun, whose thoughts were in a mess, barely pulled his mind back to his senses from the strong smell of the thick soup.

Zhou Yun held his breath, and looked at the Nurgle soup in his hand with a twitching expression.
It is worthy of being the most horrible food in the entire Warhammer world. Just by smelling the strong smell whose toxicity has been filtered out by the adaptation lamp, my brain starts to race against each other and make all sorts of promises.

Zhou Yun, who was holding his breath, gradually recovered from the attack of the strong stench and became conscious again.
The Nurgle soup that was drunk was not part of the environment, so the acclimatization light was obviously useless.
Zhou Yun was using the body of Fat Tiger, and he didn't have a four-dimensional pocket on him, so he couldn't fool people by stuffing it into a four-dimensional pocket.

Fortunately, Zhou Yun had anticipated this possibility before he came. He rubbed a small bottle fixed in his palm by the body clay.
The bottle was gently shaken, and a few drops of crystal particles fell into the soup bowl, melting instantly.
Zhou Yun slightly relaxed his nose, and the smell of Nurgle soup once again poured into the bowl.

But this time, the smell that rushed into Zhou Yun's nose was no longer a strong stench, but a mouth-watering fragrance.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath of the soup in front of his loving father.

"It smells so good! It smells so good! This soup is so fresh."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but praise him, and then, under his father's expectant gaze, he suddenly picked up the thick soup and drank it down.

The mellow taste danced on Zhou Yun's tongue, and the thick soup slid into Zhou Yun's throat, letting the delicious aftertaste spread throughout his entire mouth and even his digestive system.
Suddenly Zhou Yun felt that every cell in his body was expressing an emotion.
tasty!

Zhou Yun had never tasted such delicious food.

He even felt moved, with tears in his eyes. Under the shocked gazes of his kind father and the surrounding Nurgle demons, he drank up the remaining soup in the bowl. He even did not spare the rusty black iron bowl, and finished it in just a few bites.

[Item name: MSG Source]
[Origin: Earth in the 22nd Century - Future Department Store]
[Production time: 281.M3]
[Function: It looks like ordinary MSG, but its effect is stronger. Any unpalatable or inedible food can be turned into delicious food by sprinkling it on it. It even works on things that were originally not food.]
Zhou Yun held out his hand to his loving father without changing his expression.

“Another bowl please!!”

Inside the window of the Black Magic House, the Eldar Goddess of Life, Isa, stared at the scene outside in amazement.
He sensed the Eldar's God of Death visiting Nurgle's gardens, and came to see his newborn brother out of curiosity.

As a result, Isa saw a scene that she would never forget.
He saw Zhou Yun pick up the thick soup cooked by Nurgle, put it to his mouth, swirl it around and drink it all, and then swallow the bowl into his stomach.

This was not the end. The newborn Eldar Death God stretched out his hand to his loving father and shouted for another bowl.
The loving father was overjoyed, and he jumped to the crucible and filled a bowl for Zhou Yun.
Still drinking it all, still not even having a bowl left, still shouting for another bowl,
Then came the third bowl, the fourth bowl, the fifth bowl, and by the seventh bowl, the loving father was so moved that he even began to shed tears.
The sticky and thick tears carrying countless plagues fell into the soup bowl, but Zhou Yun still drank it all.

Isa began to feel a little scared. He had drunk his father's thick soup before, and he was the first to taste each new pot of thick soup.

He knew the pain after drinking Nurgle's thick soup. It was extremely difficult for her to digest the plague brought by a bowl of thick soup.
And this brother of mine
"Brother, don't drink, don't drink, I'm scared." Isa murmured to herself tremblingly. The way he looked at Zhou Yun was no longer like he was looking at his youngest brother, but rather like he was looking at something terrifying.

Isha was not the only one watching this scene;
There were two others whose eyes were always focused on Zhou Yun.

In Slaanesh's bedroom, Slaanesh, who was murmured Zhou Yun's name and enjoyed the pleasure of using the Crone's Sword which contained part of Inad's power, widened his eyes.

The crone's sword, vibrating and heating, fell out of His navel and kept jumping on the velvet bed.

He stared in amazement at the scene happening in the distant Garden of Nurgle.

At the same time, the imperial guards in the Terra Palace looked at the scene in shock.
The remains of the Emperor, which seemed to be a corpse, suddenly moved.
His hands pressed hard on the armrests, and his body leaned forward slightly, moving away from the backrest. His neck stretched, his head leaned forward, and his eye sockets seemed to have widened a lot, as if he was craning his neck to look at something unbelievable in the distance.
I can’t wait to stand up and watch this! I can’t wait to stand up and watch this!
Almost all the imperial guards vaguely felt the emotions surging from the Lord of Mankind.

In addition to these two, there was another who noticed what was happening in the Garden of Nurgle.
In Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, the Lord of Change constantly observes the changing fates in the Garden of Nurgle.

He and Nurgle are old enemies, fighting each other since the distant past.
The realms of pedantry and change are always colliding with each other, and their fates are closely linked.
So Tzeentch was the first to discover the change of fate in Nurgle's garden.
This was quite rare, and there were few things that could be called unexpected in that garden.
Did He create a new great demon? Did He obtain a new chosen one? Did He cultivate a virus that could endanger divinity?

Tzeentch could not help but move closer to the crystal mirror that reflected fate and peeked into the scene in Nurgle's garden.
He saw the figure who dazzled the bowl after bowl of Nurgle soup,
Tzeentch was shocked.
He could tell that the figure did not belong to Nurgle's realm,
A figure that does not belong to the realm of Nurgle almost drank up a whole pot of Nurgle's thick soup?
He hurriedly observed the identity of that figure, and then found that it was the figure who resurrected Robert Guilliman and Sanguinius, which was a little beyond His plan.
"No, no, everything is going as planned."

Tzeentch shook his head violently, and began to outline the fate before him again.

The thread that symbolizes Nurgle's fate is entangled in the near future, colliding with Tzeentch and Ultramar.
But Tzeentch quickly fiddled with a black drag towards it
"The 1,694th bowl."

Zhou Yun said to Nurgle while chewing the rusty black iron bowl in his mouth,

The bowl was also sprinkled with the item "MSG Source" to make it delicious.
With this prop, Zhou Yun used the body of Fat Tiger to make 1,690 bowls of the father's thick soup in one breath.
As he drank, he even felt that Fat Tiger's body seemed to have gained a new instinct.
The instinct to make soup,
It seems that by drinking the soup that contains the power of a loving father, he has learned how to cook a soup that is unique to Fat Tiger.
This should be the power he gained from his father's thick soup, but he doesn't know what the effect will be.

Zhou Yun licked his lips and said to his father with some dissatisfaction:
"one more bowl."

He had gained power from the Greedy Dissolution Field, and that power increased Zhou Yun's appetite, allowing Zhou Yun to eat an unreasonable amount of food.

It was also for this reason that Zhou Yun hadn't felt full for a long time.

This time I drank the thick soup at Ci Fu's place and felt like I was already 50% full.

The loving father burst into tears when he heard Zhou Yun's request for another bowl. His face was full of emotion, and he looked at Zhou Yun as if he was looking at a soul mate.
He hurried to his cauldron and stretched out his spoon to fill another bowl of soup for him.
But the touching expression on the father's face instantly turned into deep guilt. He returned to Zhou Yun with a strong sense of self-blame:
"I drank it all. There's no more."

(End of this chapter)