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

Chapter 329: Nurgle, have you heard of numerology? (88 Praise the Blood God!)

The loving father had never felt so ashamed,
In the long and meaningless years in the warp, the loving father had tried countless times to invite beings outside his own domain to taste the soup.
But whether it was Tzeentch, Khorne, Slaanesh, the Lord of Mankind, Asuryan, Khaine, Vashtor, or the Great Devourer, none of them drank from a single bowl, and each time they rudely rejected Nurgle.

Only the second brother Gao Mao tried to drink a bowl, and only Isa drank a bowl from every pot.
And drinking a whole pot at once was something that only Korgath had ever done, even in the Garden of Nurgle.
When Zhou Yun drank the seventh bowl, Nurgle couldn't help sobbing.
A bosom friend! A brother! A dear friend!
A being who likes to drink his own soup, is close to him in rank, and is good at making bacteria is a dreamlike friend to Nurgle.

But, even though he was such a soulmate, his loving father did not treat him well.
He prepared the soup too hastily, and Zhou Yun obviously didn't enjoy it enough.
Nurgle felt like a failure, too rude.
Especially when he saw Zhou Yun's look of regret when he heard that the soup was finished,

The loving father felt that his heart was deeply wounded, and uncontrollable pain surged in his body.

The whole Nurgle Garden seemed to feel the father's mood;

From the Maw Tree to the Nurglings, from the Great Unclean Ones to the Plague Bearers, every creature in the Garden of Nurgle couldn't help but hang its head, sadness and guilt welling up in its hearts, and it sobbed softly.

The regret in Zhou Yun's eyes was not fake.

Before coming to the Garden of Nurgle, Zhou Yun had tried the item MSG Source.
This is a magical prop. In theory, anything can become delicious food after being sprinkled with it.

The physical, chemical and sub-space properties of things touched by the source of MSG have not changed at all. The metal is still hard and the psychic energy is still hot, but it just becomes delicious and fully meets the definition of delicacy.
Zhou Yun also discovered that the more unpalatable something was, the more delicious it would become after being sprinkled with MSG.
And the father's soup happens to be the most unpalatable thing in the entire physical universe and the subspace.
In other words, there is probably no food in the world more delicious than Nurgle soup sprinkled with MSG.

Zhou Yun didn't even know how to describe the taste of the thick soup.

The oil is fragrant, the abscesses are soft, the mushrooms are crispy, and the soup is as thick as maltose. Just smelling it makes people feel as if their souls have been elevated.
After entering, there are many surprises.
The novel taste, smooth and with just the right amount of stimulation, seems to stimulate every taste bud, tasting every delicacy in the galaxy.
Zhou Yun's face was full of regret. He only ate half full this time and was far from satisfied.

"Oh" Zhou Yun let out a deep sigh.

Nurgle was in tears, looking at Zhou Yun with many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't utter a word.
In the end, all the words turned into one sentence: "I'm sorry, I didn't treat you well enough."

Zhou Yun raised his head upon hearing this, and looking at the somewhat embarrassed and honest green fat man in front of him, he couldn't help but speak to comfort him:
"It's because I have a strong appetite. Your soup is really delicious."

Hearing this, the father's tear-filled little eyes suddenly lit up with joy.

Zhou Yun organized his words and spoke to his loving father from the bottom of his heart:
"It's like having a pleasurable intercourse with the king of lust."

As Zhou Yun spoke, a wave of turmoil arose in the subspace.
“Ah???” Slaanesh stood up from the bed, his eyes wide open.

"Like the sense of honor in serving the Lord of mankind."

On the golden throne, the emperor's dry hands clenched suddenly.

"Like the satisfaction of being filled with knowledge by the Lord of Change."

A confused rattling sound echoed through Tzeentch's crystal labyrinth.

"It's like having an honorable duel with the Blood God."

Khorne did not respond, he was trying to cultivate a new Chief Daemon.

The loving father could not help but wipe away the tears from his eyes.

"Next time, next time I will make sure you drink as much as you want." Nurgle's voice was so sincere that it was somewhat touching, like an old friend inviting him to drink late at night.

Zhou Yun nodded, remembering the method of cooking soup that he had just learned when tasting Nurgle's thick soup.
"Next time I'll cook some soup for you to try my cooking skills." Zhou Yun said seriously, "Let's stop here for now and talk about some business first."

"Good good."

Nurgle nodded repeatedly, with an expression that he believed everything Zhou Yun said.
He waved his hand, and hornbeam branches suddenly grew out of the ground, forming a chair under Zhou Yun's buttocks.
The same chair appeared under Nurgle's butt, and the two sat in front of the Black Magic House and talked opposite each other.

"Let's get down to business." The kind father nodded to Zhou Yun and said.

"Do you have any special experience in bacterial cultivation——————"

"Can the plague raging in Ultramar——"

Two people spoke at the same time, but the topics they talked about were completely irrelevant.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, but the father's reaction was faster.

He quickly changed the topic and said, "That's right, let's talk about the children first."

"I do not wish to prevent Guilliman from meeting his father, even though his father and I do not have a good relationship."

Nurgle said with some annoyance and irritability: "But how can I stop a child from seeing his seriously injured father? How can I do this?"

"But young Mortarion wanted me to do this. He asked me to stop young Guilliman and let him wander around Ultramar."

As he spoke, Nurgle sighed and shook his huge head.

Zhou Yun looked at Nurgle, pinched his chin and considered his tone.

Through the tracking mirror, he already knew that it was Mortarion who wanted Guilliman to wander around Ultramar.

The Father himself actually had no intention of trapping Guilliman, and the Father didn't care about these things.

"Guilliman will eventually leave Ultramar. Trying to trap him like this will only make everyone unhappy."

Zhou Yun considered his tone and said:
"If you are willing to withdraw your obstruction, I can——————"

"my friend!"

Nurgle interrupted Zhou Yun's words, shook his head violently and said:

"Do you think I am unwilling to listen to your plea? Do you think I am so stingy that I am unwilling to help my soulmate?"

"This is not a matter of interests. It's about little Mortarion. He is always depressed and unhappy."

"If I don't care about his request, I don't know what kind of temper he will get into, and he will keep it in his heart."

Listening to Nurgle's words, Zhou Yun slightly pressed the reasoning hat on his head.

The thoughts in my mind suddenly became much clearer.
I was careless. For Nurgle, interests are not the key to his actions, but emotions are.

His feelings for Mortarion were real. He really wanted his child to be happier, and he even went against his own conscience to stop Guilliman.
Zhou Yun wanted to persuade Him, but he couldn't do it from the perspective of interests.
After all, the loving father does regard everything in his domain as family, rather than seeing everything as pawns like a certain blue cuckoo.

"Then let's not talk about this."

Zhou Yun smiled and said:
"I think we can talk about our experience with bacterial culture."

Hearing this, Nurgle's eyes suddenly lit up and he cast a look of joy at Zhou Yun.

"You may already know that I grow a variety of interesting bacteria."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun took out several petri dishes from his arms and handed one to Nurgle.

Nurgle couldn't help but reach out and touch the bacteria that were gently squirming in one of the petri dishes.
The bacteria took effect instantly, and a layer of black hair suddenly grew on the father's head.

The hair was only two centimeters long, no more, no less, absolutely precise, and inconspicuous on Nurgle's huge head.

But this was enough to surprise the loving Father, and He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Look! I have grown hair! I have grown hair!"

The loving father stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair on his head, laughing happily.

He was not delighted by the growth of his hair.
Rather, he was delighted that this bacteria could actually change him, a god in the subspace.
The bacteria cultivated by Zhou Yun could actually have an effect on him.

Wouldn't that mean even his colleagues would be unable to resist?

The loving Father has been saddened by their rejection of His gifts!
"Aren't you curious about how I cultivated these bacteria?" Zhou Yun said with a smile on his face.

His fingers swept across the hot stage board & robot director without leaving a trace, and he instantly became the best performer.

Nurgle leaned forward, put his head in front of Zhou Yun, his eyes full of curiosity.

Zhou Yun lowered his voice slightly and said mysteriously:

"Nurgle, have you ever heard of numerology?"

(End of this chapter)