Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

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"These evil gods, formed by the convergence of countless extreme emotions in the subspace, really have ever-changing attitudes."

"They have never known what unity is. Most of their strength has been used to fight and harm their brothers and sisters."

Elsa sighed and shook her head as she stirred the potion in the cauldron.

"Haha, what qualifications do you Eldar gods have to say such things? Your gods are not united at all, otherwise how could Slaanesh be born?"

Mortarion suddenly spoke up. Although he knew that he needed help from the other party, he just couldn't control his own foul mouth.

When he realized that he had said the wrong thing, it was too late. The projection of Aisha in front of him frowned suddenly and even stopped taking the antidote in her hand.

Mortarion suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, not sure if it was because his illness had improved a lot or if he was just scared.

He cursed himself in his heart for losing his sense of proportion. If this elf goddess was as petty as himself, then he would be doomed.

"With your personality, Mortarion, there must not be many brothers who like you, right?" Aisha suddenly teased.

Mortarion frowned and snorted coldly.

"My foolish brothers are unworthy of communicating with me, so what pity do I have?"

“The weak travel in groups, while the strong always walk alone.”

Aisha suddenly covered her mouth and stared at Mortarion with smiling eyes, even making the Lord of Death feel creepy.

He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"No, listen to my explanation, Ms. Aisha, I don't mean to refute you..."

"Shhh."

Aisha stretched out her right index finger and made a quiet gesture, and Mortarion immediately closed his mouth as if he had eaten a fly.

Hateful! Hateful! This woman!

Mortarion was screaming in his heart and cursing Aisha hatefully, but on the surface he still appeared to be submissive.

If the Death Guards saw their genetic father in this state, many of them would probably have a mental breakdown.

The corners of Aisha's mouth turned up, revealing a harmless smile.

Mortarion panicked even more.

He instinctively felt that a smiling woman was ten or even nine times more terrifying than a woman who looked extremely angry.

"The medicine is ready, come and drink it." Aisha said with a smile.

The goddess of life of the elves walked over slowly, holding a container of plants in her hand, filled with a pool of clear light green nectar.

Mortarion's eyes were about to pop out of his head. He had been tortured by illness for long enough. There was no strict concept of time in the warp. He only felt that decades had passed.

"Give it to me, give it to me." The Lord of Death tried his best to control his emotions and said with an extremely rare humility.

God have mercy on him. Even towards Horus and the Emperor, the proud Lord of Death had never been so humble.

But before the bottle of antidote was handed to Mortarion, Aisha suddenly took it back.

"Troublesome woman! What on earth do you want to do? Do you feel pleasure from teasing me?!" Mortarion cursed in his heart.

"You have to promise me something, my little boy," Elsa teased.

This title was extremely insulting to the Lord of Death, but he endured it.

"whats the matter?"

"After you leave here, you must control your behavior and not harm my children directly or indirectly."

Aisha's meaning was very clear, she wanted to threaten the other party not to harm the elves.

You have to know that among the most ferocious legions hunting down the Eldar, besides the Salamanders and the White Scars, is the Death Guard.

The first two are because their home planet is often harassed by the Eldar. Those scum of the Dark Eldar plunder human slaves, bring them back to Comoros, and then brutally ravage and torture them to extract pain.

The Ark Eldar also hated the actions of their cousins, and because of their reckless behavior, humans also began to hate the Eldar.

The murderous humans have no interest in distinguishing whether you are an Ark Eldar, a Dark Eldar, or a peaceful Wild Eldar.

As long as they see Douya, who has pointy ears, a tall and thin body and little flesh, all they can think of is killing, killing, killing, killing.

Mortarion was silent for three seconds, then finally nodded stiffly. He couldn't care less about anything else, as he was desperate to escape and avenge Typhon.

"In the name of the Warp and the Emperor, I will bear witness," Aisha added.

Mortarion already knew the power of the Warp, and that oaths were binding, especially for a big shot like him.

"Okay, I promise you."

"I swear in the name of the Warp and the Emperor: I, Mortarion, and the Death Guard will no longer hunt any Eldar unless they attack us maliciously."

Aisha acquiesced to Mortarion's oath, and she also knew very well what kind of people her children living in Comoros were.

Perhaps the entire universe's moral low point and purgatory on earth are concentrated in Comoros.

Those dark elves have already done everything they can to avoid Slaanesh's soul-sucking.

"Okay, I'll witness your oath." Aisha said.

The next second, this graceful and elegant goddess of the elves poured the bottle of antidote into her own mouth.

With a gurgle, Aisha swallowed all the antidote into her stomach.

The scene suddenly became awkward.

Mortarion: ???
He was so angry that he wanted the three corpse gods to leap up in anger. He was fooled again, once again!
"Don't panic. This is the final step in processing the potion. I drank Nurgle's thick soup in this way, and then used my body to make an antibody antidote to spread to the mortal world."

"Nurgle's power carries divinity, and so does the antidote. Without divinity, it is just a mortal."

What Aisha said made sense, but Mortarion always felt that she was deceiving him.

A blush appeared on the face of the Goddess of Life, as if the poison of Nurgle was too toxic, and she had to spend more time and energy to neutralize it.

Then, Aisha turned her back, and after a splashing sound, the empty container was filled again.

Mortarion's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

She must have vomited the antidote in her stomach, right?!
Elsa wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled slowly.

"Okay, it's really okay this time."

"Believe me."

Mortarion calmed himself down. He suddenly felt that there was nothing to be angry about in the world. How bad could things get?

It's just drinking a cup of potion vomited by Goddess Elsa herself.

Nothing can stump me, the great Lord of Death, King of Barbaros.

The next moment, Mortarion raised his head with the determination to sacrifice himself heroically, and poured every drop of liquid into his mouth.

He was even afraid that the medicine would not be effective enough if he drank too little, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it carefully inside and out several times, and then devoured the container that exuded the fragrance of plants and trees.

Anyway, the Primarch's stomach can digest everything in the world, especially Mortarion.

The extremely bitter feeling attacked the taste buds. Even Mortarion, who was extremely insensitive to taste, felt that this cup of potion was terribly unpalatable.

But as the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter, and Mortarion felt that the pain and suffering that plagued him were melting away like spring snow wherever the potion went.

That familiar feeling is returning, healthy, clear-headed, fearless.

The plaques that spread across his body were fading, and he was recovering from his almost dying state.

The Lord of Death's powerful resilience finally showed its power. His body seemed to be deflated and quickly turned back to its original skinny appearance.

good very good!

Mortarion was about to thank Aisha awkwardly. After all, he was not an ungrateful barbarian.

But the next second, Mortarion's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt something extra in his chest.

What is it? It's so strange.

He grabbed it with trepidation and fear, and then felt a soft and elastic touch.

　Here comes the Great Lailai Mortarion
　　The next chapter has been reviewed, please allow me to revise it (sad)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)