Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

What kind of multiverse does this Chaos God, who originated from humanity, come from? Why are there so many beings at the same level as him?

Nurgle was extremely puzzled by this, and his sorrowful expression was clearly displayed in the eyes of his subordinate demons and fallen ones, causing them to feel panic.

Instead of comforting his favored subjects as usual, Nurgle continued to stir up his rusty, foul-smelling cauldron.

Longbo lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the crucible. In an instant, he discerned what it was: a pot of "thick soup" that was enough to have a negative impact on beings of the level of Chaos Gods.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Longbo still saw a terrifying scenario in these countless linearly developing futures.

"As expected, the old gods who have existed in this foul universe for so long all have their own methods."

Longbo's thoughts were so divergent that his will was also transmitted to the priestess's mind.

Without hesitation, the priestess, having learned of Longbo's thoughts, raised her sacrificial scepter, forged from beast bones and chaotic power, her face, painted with vibrant colors, revealing absolute coldness.

The beast skulls hanging from the scepter clashed violently with the shaking, emitting a dull rumble that echoed throughout the corrupt realm, as if sounding the horn of an attack from ancient times.

In an instant, an army composed of fungal monsters, chaotic entities, various monsters, and savages of light launched an attack under the will of the creator.

The massive demonic tide instantly engulfed the entire region. The ubiquitous plague and mycelium had little effect on those who also inhabited a world rich in life, and the entire corrupted region teetered on the brink of collapse.

Faced with such a massive wave, the Chaos Demon Army, strengthened and corrupted by the blessing of the Father, did not hesitate at all. They simultaneously supported their bloated and obese bodies, took heavy steps to meet the wave that far surpassed them, and began to fight.

A massive battle erupted here, with two chaotic demon armies, which were essentially similar, fighting each other before their respective masters.

Lunapoleon and Nurgle stood at the edge of the battlefield, merely watching everything unfold. To them, the war between their demon armies was, in a sense, an extension of the battle between two gods.

Nurgle's gaze fell upon Lumberjack's subordinates, his sickly eyes revealing an undisguised fondness.

Although the look of appetite in Longbo's eyes displeased Him, He had to admit that the subordinates Longbo had trained were truly excellent.

Their excellence and health, their joy, were beyond reproach even to Nurgle; He loved these lively and energetic children.

He even thought that if he won, he could keep these children, even if they didn't like him.

He believed that in time, these children would surely accept His love, forget their original master, and throw themselves into His embrace.

The Chaos army, which was engaged in fierce battle, was unaware of Nurgle's thoughts, but Lunabrück could sense Nurgle's malice and felt that this guy was not only ugly, but also blindly overconfident.

It's unclear whether He truly has such confidence or genuinely cannot see the current almost one-sided situation.

The entire subspace was being gradually eroded by itself and was taking on its own shape.

After a brief moment of reflection, Lunapoleon stopped standing there with Nurgle and raised the Spear of Destiny, its blade wreathed in destructive multi-layered laws, allowing its sharpness to shine undisguisedly in this decaying, chaotic realm.

As a dazzling light swept across the warp, igniting a brilliant torch in this world of vibrant colors, the manifested entity of Nurgle finally withdrew its gaze.

He looked up and gazed at the burning golden spear falling, its light scorching the chaotic energy of the domain as it fell straight down, a surging torrent like a blazing spear piercing through the subspace.

In the aftermath of this devastating power, Nurgle's corrupted and diseased body vanished like a bubble under the light, seemingly extinguished forever.

Looking up, it seemed as if a golden spear pierced through the entire corrupted realm and the subspace, its immense power relentlessly annihilating the laws of life.

When the light faded, the decaying domain that appeared before Longbo's eyes was pierced by a huge hole, and strands of chaotic energy flowed along the hole, forming an unprecedented waterfall of destruction in the subspace.

Looking up, Nurgle's physical form had disappeared, but that did not mean he had perished. No matter how powerful Lumberjack was, he could not have killed him with a single blow.

Warp gods are not real, physical entities; they are combinations of one or more abstract laws and negative emotions.

Their existence permeates the entire subspace and every node of all universes; their so-called physical forms are merely images that manifest at will.

Destroying their manifested entities has no meaning for their very existence.

The vast majority of them are completely different from the demons and monsters in the Ultraman universe, and there is no idea of ​​piecing together a physical entity to fight the Ultraman warriors to the death.

They don't even have the concept of fighting, since they are simply the will born of the laws themselves, and naturally there is no such thing as fighting.

Of course, the Lord of the Brass Throne is an exception.

While He is the same, He clearly doesn't mind going to great lengths, like an arcane evil god, to create a real physical entity and engage in passionate battles with other beings, which is what He is doing now.

He risked everything, manifesting his physical form to fight Noah, truly embodying the idea that life and death are preordained and wealth is determined by fate. He reveled in the thrill of victory and faced death with equanimity.

But Nurgle is clearly not the kind of creature that Khorne enjoys fighting like, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of manifesting and passionately exchanging blows with Lombre.

His constantly stirring cauldron cracked, spilling out a thick soup containing endless disease and plague, which turned into an invisible mist that permeated around Longbo.

This disease was specially created by His Lord of Plagues specifically for Longbo, this foreign god, and it is His greatest masterpiece in a long time.

Even a powerful being like the Chaos God would be corrupted by the deadly concentrated broth scooped out by Nurgle.

As Nurgle had predicted, despite Lumberjack's awareness, he was still afflicted by the deadly plague.

Longberna, whose essence transcends the point of time and is infinitely distant from any scale, is gradually aging, and its powerful laws are decaying.

The most direct manifestation of this was that His majestic and powerful body gradually aged, His black bone armor gradually lost its luster, and cracks appeared. Infinitely large fragments fell into the subspace, forming an infinitely magnificent continent, and deadly germs spread.

Longbo could clearly feel his body withering away, his own laws being eroded by specially modified germs, and his life force flickering in the wind.

Although as a being who has proven eternity, His own laws would never cause such a drop in level, He was still inevitably weakened when facing the Plague Lord, who was at the same level.

"Truly worthy of being called the master of corruption and disease, I'm still a bit lacking when it comes to life."

Longbo was moved by this, and the condensed entity collapsed along the crack, as if it had died.

As Longbo's body also disappeared, the two sides still engaged in a chaotic battle in the Chaos Demon Realm remained focused.

They all knew that this was merely a trivial probing exchange for the Chaos Gods.

The real confrontation has only just begun.

Even warp demons couldn't see it; they could only vaguely sense that a battle was underway.

The battle between Lumberjack and Nurgle is currently underway; Nurgle is the manifestation of the will of countless negative emotions and life laws here.

Longbo is also the sum of all the laws of an entire subspace, and he is eroding this subspace, preparing to devour it completely.

Their clashes are not conducted in any previous form, nor are they confined to the subspace or even the real universe.

Subspace does not have linear past and future nodes. Time here is chaotic and has no specific rules. The clash between the two sides exists at every moment and at extremely important time nodes.

...

Tens of millions of years ago, before the multiverse was destroyed, a fierce war raged between the Old Ones, the Star Gods, and their representatives.

This war, later known as the War of Heaven, caused the destruction of countless galaxies in the real universe and brought about earth-shattering changes in the depths of the subspace.

At that very moment, several laws intertwined and eroded each other, the aftershocks stirring the sea of ​​souls and sweeping up surging waves, as if each wave could swallow a universe.

The battle between Lombre and Nurgle took place here, and the newly formed Decay Domain instantly revealed a vast forest, only to be forcibly torn apart in an instant.

Nurgle's favorite cauldron was overturned, and deadly germs spread throughout the universe, dragging everything into the decay between life and death, and freezing this moment in eternity.

The bluish-black putrefaction and lesions traveled upstream against the flow of time in the real universe, crossing one era after another, sowing the seeds of decay.

...

In the primordial era of the real universe, Longbo's projected boy coughed up bluish-black blood, and bluish-black veins climbed up his blood vessels, taking away his life.

A deadly plague spread through the tribe and even the world with a cry of alarm. A bloated phantom hovered in the sky, taking in everything and revealing a benevolent smile.

"... "

At the same time, the vast, decaying world was reversed. Black branches, like withered arms, sprouted lush green shoots, and the swampy colors, resembling rotting flesh, faded away, transforming into verdant meadows and gardens.

The countless fat maggots transformed into countless beautiful butterflies, fluttering around the lush world. Countless decaying and bloated outlines grew taller, transforming into giants like mountains, and towering trees rose from the ground.

...

During the 30k era, the card battles between Horus and the Emperor were in full swing, with countless universes being created and destroyed in their unique battles.

The forced entry into the battle caused both sides to pause for a moment. Looking up, they saw the Plague Lord, who had been quietly observing, now devouring another being.

Countless linear timelines of the universe that have not yet been destroyed have been forcibly corrupted, sometimes transforming into lush and vibrant landscapes.

At times, it degenerates into a place where corruption and disease coexist, and undead wander aimlessly.

The Lord of Mankind and Horus, who had obtained the power of the Four Gods, paused for a moment, but quickly focused on their battle.

Vast amounts of polluted universes collapsed under their card game, leaving almost instantly only a burning galaxy and a fragment of the universe.

The conflict between Lumberjack and Nurgle occurred simultaneously at countless points in time, and the entire remaining universe and even the warp were strongly affected.

Countless visions existing in other possible futures appear in the subspace, with countless fragmented cosmic debris growing into decaying fleshy tentacles or forests.

The already chaotic timeline, devoid of a linear past and future, seemed to be stained with yellowish-green pus. In an instant, hundreds or thousands of Nurgle realms, some rotten and others lush and verdant, appeared in the subspace.

The chaotic battle between multiple chaotic gods caused anomalies in the already chaotic subspace. Among the eight chaotic stars, the remaining four divine positions briefly emerged, causing the trembling lesser gods to reveal their greedy eyes.

It felt like an eternity had passed, yet also like less than a second had gone by. As the final battle came to an end, boundless power swept through the subspace, and all the anomalies and chaos instantly subsided.

The battle came to an end, and the corrupt, yellowish-green world of the Decaying Realm was replaced by a lush garden. The countless Nurgle armies vanished, and the outcome of the clash was self-evident.

Less than a second after Lunabrück and Nurgle clashed and disintegrated, his aged and crumbling body reappeared and stood tall in the realm once more.

As His gaze extended, the chaotic future nodes created by His confrontation with Nurgle, along with the remnants of time that had not been completely destroyed, instantly returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Having accomplished all this, Longbo closed his eyes, as if savoring that unique flavor.

Chapter 259 The End and Death (One more chapter tomorrow)

With Lombard's victory, there was no trace of the Plague Lord left in the depths of the entire subspace. The domain, once filled with festering flesh and deadly disease, was instantly covered and enveloped by Lombard's radiance.

The Lord of the Brass Throne, the Lord of All Changes, and their adversaries all clearly perceived the demise of Nurgle, the Lord of Plague.

They had no sense of shared fate or sorrow. As chaotic gods, they had no fear and naturally wouldn't have many thoughts about it.

The Prince of Pleasure and the King of Space were completely absorbed in their own worlds and paid no attention to this change in the whole faith.

In the real universe, many of the Nurgle's Chaos Space Marines who fled during countless expeditions by Space Marines and Mad Warriors did not survive.

As Fallen Ones deeply bound to Nurgle, they too died in endless agony after the death of their god.

Their flesh and blood, which multiplied and grew and merged with the power armor, turned to ashes, and the power armor, which was already covered with various germs and rust, decayed along with them.

All the fallen who depended on the Lord of Plague for survival collapsed in agony, the scene of the god's death echoing endlessly in their minds. They wailed as they returned to their original state, constantly recalling their past when they fell into the Plague. Their hearts gradually filled with remorse and intense hatred for the various evil deeds they had committed after their fall.

However, the devouring power originating from the Chaos God Luneburg completely stripped Nurgle of everything, giving these Fallen Ones time to regret, but not a chance to start over.

In just a moment, all the corrupted beings associated with the Lord of Plague, including the warships, turned to ashes.

In the core solar star region of the human empire, the loyal offspring of the human lord stood before a prison, watching their fallen brother slowly die. No matter how much they hated their fallen brother, they couldn't help but feel sorrow in the face of such a scene.

Robert Guilliman saw his brother's painful scene, his lips trembled slightly, and his commanding hand, encased in blue armor, gently rose but quickly fell back down.