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Chapter 334: Jianqi counted with his fingers: "It's bad, it's coming for me!"

"Ahahahahahaha!!!" Lang Shuang's laughter, as clear as a bird's song, echoed in the command room of the Hera Fortress on the highest peak of Macragge.
The command room belonging to the Lord of the Ultramarines has been cleared out, with only Zhou Yun, Guilliman and Sanguinius still inside.

Sanguinius was wearing armor with red and gold interlaced, and a pair of white wings hung behind him. The silver chains on them swayed uncontrollably with Sanguinius's clear laughter.
"You mean you tricked the God of Plague into believing in numerology?"

"And now my dear brother Mortarion is teaching numerology to the Plague God?"

Sanguinius couldn't suppress the smile on his face. His eyes, bright as stars, were filled with joy as he said:
"Rus once claimed to be the best joke teller in the entire galaxy, but I now declare you the best joke teller."

"Don't laugh, I'm doing a good thing."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile. He followed the trend and didn't expect that he would succeed in convincing his father of the power of numerology.
"Look, now the Father is happy, Mortarion is happy, you and I are happy, everyone is happy, this is a great thing for Macragge and the Garden of Nurgle."

"And all I paid for it was seven bacteria."

Originally, there were only six species, but Zhou Yun thought that with the help of the God of Plague, the random bacteria-making machine might be able to produce some useful bacteria.

As a result, only one kind of "bacteria that makes birds have runny noses" was produced, which was still useless, so he gave a sample of it to his father along with the first six types.

"Yeah, yeah, what a great thing."

The archangel couldn't stop nodding to Zhou Yun. Guilliman had never seen Sanguinius take off the sacred mask on his face so bluntly and express the joy in his heart so strongly.

"I can't help laughing when I think about how Mortarion is trying to convince the Plague God that he is a materialist."

"If he succeeds, we'll even get a Warp God who believes in materialism!"

When the archangel said this, Zhou Yun and he couldn't help but smile at each other.

A Warp god who believes in materialism and a staunch materialist warrior Nurgle, who can not laugh out loud.

"So, who can tell me what numerology is?" Guilliman, who had been sitting in his original position, asked with a stern face while watching Zhou Yun and Sanguinius laughing.
He probably knew that Zhou Yun had somehow persuaded the Plague God to trap Mortarion and prevent him from invading Ultramar.
But deep down, Guilliman still felt uneasy and awkward about making a deal with the Plague God, the blasphemous being in the Warp.

Things involving the gods of the Warp always made Guilliman feel difficult to adapt to.

"Mortarion believes that everything in this world, including the High Heaven and the gods in the High Heaven, can be explained by mathematics."

Sanguinius said with a faint smile in his voice:
"You should remember that he always despised the power of the warp, witchcraft and mysticism. But now that he has been corrupted by the God of Plague, the power of the warp that he once despised is flowing in his body. The power he uses is outright witchcraft, and the principles that allow these powers to operate are idealism and mysticism."

"He couldn't accept it, so he started using numerology to try to explain it all, to convince himself that everything he was using was based on rigorous science."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

Mortarion was a twisted man. He hated psychic powers and the power of the Warp, which led to the ban on Librarians and psychic powers in the Astartes Legion at the Conference of Nikaea.
Many Thousand Sons even believe that Mortarion was one of the culprits in the Burning of Prospero, Horus was the manipulator, Russ was the executor, and Mortarion was the fanning the flames, full of psychic prejudice, the loudest and most pretentious critic.

But he himself is a powerful psychic. After being corrupted by Nurgle, he who is most strongly opposed to psychic powers and the Warp simply became a complete Warp existence. The so-called numerology is a tool he uses to deceive himself.
It is no wonder that when Ahriman of the Thousand Sons Legion saw Mortarion again during the Siege of Terra, he described him as "a stupid drunkard who preaches about quitting drinking after getting drunk. What a hypocrite and shame!"

In Zhou Yun's opinion, Mortarion's numerology can be ranked fourth in the galaxy after "I am not a god!" "This is all part of the plan!" and "I am Rogal Dorn!"

Guilliman frowned even more upon hearing this.

"I have some impression." Guilliman nodded slightly. He vaguely remembered that Mortarion seemed to have been studying these things as early as the Great Crusade. "I think his theory is not as reliable as psionics. At least psionics and the Librarian are more reliable."

"And I feel that his numerology is similar to the Emperor Tarot that is popular on the streets nowadays, just street divination."

"No, no, no." After listening to Robert Guilliman's words, Zhou Yun said seriously: "Street divination? How can you insult this profound theory like this!"

"The Emperor Tarot is a rigorous and reliable discipline, and it contains great wisdom."

Zhou Yun had seen the effects of the Emperor Tarot several times when he was in Asford.

This divination book, which is said to be connected to the Emperor's will, is real and effective, and is definitely more reliable than fake numerology.

"What about numerology?" Guilliman asked with some concern. "Mortarion is the Emperor's creation after all. He has an extraordinary mind. The things he has researched really have no effect at all."

"Theoretically, no." Sanguinius shook his head and said, "It does work when he uses it himself, but this is actually just his instinct to mobilize the theory of the Supreme Heaven."

"The Warp is essentially a spiritual world. If the will of an entity is strong enough, such as an individual like Mortarion who strongly believes in numerology, then numerology can indeed work in his hands."

Hearing this, Guilliman frowned even more.

He asked with some doubt: "What if a powerful individual like the God of Plague believed it?"

All of a sudden, the command room fell silent. Zhou Yun and Sanguinius looked at each other, then looked at Guilliman.

"If a powerful individual like the God of Plague believes in the effects of numerology, will numerology be effective?" Guilliman asked, looking at the two people.

Zhou Yun's eyes twitched as he said:

"It's okay. Even if numerology comes true, it will harm the subspace."

"If this numerology really works, I'm going to eat the Penicillium demon!"

Kugas whispered to Slickox, the gardener beside him.

In front of the Black Magic House not far away, the loving father was holding his belly with a smile, watching Mortarion cultivating bacteria for him through numerology.
Mortarion moved between the materials prepared by his father like a shaman, holding a tortoise shell with fourteen shells in his hand and shaking it constantly.
“Everything is governed by numbers, and there is truth in numbers.”

"Three is the cycle of plague soil, and three is the central view of life."

"Major epidemics can be determined based on this, and the magnitude of major epidemics can be determined by the number of people."

"Seven is corruption, nine is seeking change, six is ​​lust and eight is bloodlust."

"This is the most sacred number in heaven. Your destiny will be determined by this number."

"Please count to wipe out the witchcraft words, and one count will determine one's fate."

"open!!"

Three dice fell out of the tortoise shell in Mortarion's hand. The dice circled on the ground for a few times and slowly stopped.
Mortarion observed the numbers on the dice and quickly made a judgment.

He selected several materials from the materials given by his loving father.
The materials provided by the loving father included several plagues that he cultivated himself and several bacteria that Zhou Yun had previously given him.

As luck would have it, the three bacteria that Mortarion chose were all cultivated by Zhou Yun and donated to Nurgle.
The loving father held his stomach and looked at the three bacteria that Mortarion had chosen with some curiosity.
"If you get stuck with bacteria, you'll have diarrhea all day long"

"Bacteria that eat the knowledge in books"

"A plague that makes birds runny noses"

Nurgle watched with interest as Mortarion began to mix the three bacteria in the crucible.

“Numbers are not only about matter, they can also reach the heavens.”

"Different fields but with the same attributes, the two can be used interchangeably."

"The reality and the spiritual sea are one family, and the material and spiritual energy are inseparable."

"The scientific principles are the same, and then reborn to the highest heaven."

"If you learn numerology, you don't need witchcraft."

Stir seven times, boil seven times,
Triple bacteria, triple water injection,
Mortarion took a deep breath and felt the bacteria in the crucible change.
"become!!!"

Mortarion opened the crucible suddenly, and after seven minutes and seven seconds of steam rising, he thrust out the soup spoon.

The spoon stirred a triple vortex in the crucible, and Mortarion scooped out seven bowls of thick soup.

Each bowl of thick soup was filled with slimy bacterial colonies suspended in suspension, but Mortarion discarded the first six.
It can’t be the first six, numerology has already revealed it, it can only be seven,

Only seven is the real epidemic
Mortarion picked up the thick soup in his hand and placed it in front of his father, his face full of confidence.

The loving father could not help but come closer and curiously look at the brand new colony that Mortarion had cultivated with triple bacteria.
As the god of plague, it only took the kind father seven seconds to understand the effects of the bacteria cultivated by Mortarion.
"This is the bacteria that causes the Lord of Change to have diarrhea and excrete knowledge!"

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Mortarion's cold, thin face.

Father Nurgle couldn't help but applaud this excellent creation.
The chief gardener Slickox's one eye widened slightly.

Kugas was stunned, his tongue stuck out.
“Does it really work?”

“How can numerology really be useful?”

"How can it actually work?!"

“Is this universe really materialistic?”

(End of this chapter)