Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

He laughed in anger and swung the giant scythe in his hand vigorously, harvesting the lives of the well-trained Eldar elite warriors as efficiently as clearing weeds.

Even the most elite Eldar warriors are nothing more than fish on the chopping board in front of the Ascended Primarch.

"what!!"

"Come, come, come, come, come... despicable things, low-level creatures, all die under my 'dance of death'...!!"

Mortarion slaughtered the Eldar warriors who were attacking him with beautiful dance-like movements, paying no attention to Evelyne who had already rushed into the room and was struggling towards the cage where Aisha was.

From Mortarion's perspective: I'm already fighting interlopers, why bother doing more? Regardless of whether Efrenie succeeds in letting Elsa go or not, her loving father cannot find a reason to blame him, and that is enough.

Working under the Evil God of Chaos and getting no wages, what kind of fate are you risking?

Even when Russell saw this scene, he could only say sincerely: "Wonderful."

As a bystander, Russell could see very clearly that Mortarion was not using his psychic powers to foresee the future and predict the Eldar's position, but was instead 'calculating'.

Based on the number of remaining enemies, location, weapon type, movement speed, air flow... Mortarion used incredible speed to calculate the most suitable direction to launch an attack from a massive amount of information every second, and gave it in advance. fight back.

This kind of calculation requires extremely high information grasp. Once the sickle in the hand is emptied, it will actively expose a huge flaw.

However, from the beginning of the battle until now, Mortarion has never missed a single blow.

His movements were as graceful as if he were dancing. He deftly dodged the lich fighter's assassinations and the war wizard's spell attacks. Every breath he took was as precise as the most rigid numerical equation.

Wherever you take action, you will see blood.

Russell turned his attention to the room.

In the centre of the room stood a great cauldron, and on the black floor flowed the saliva and pus that oozed from the boils on the Father's body. Nurgle usually squatted over this cauldron, boiling disease and plague.

A strange psychic fluctuation came from Eveline's body. She walked straight across the room and walked towards the cage placed in the corner along the wall.

Efreni obviously used some means to resist the corrosion of herself by the pus under her feet and the poisonous gas in the air, but this method could not last long. After all, this was the palace of Nurgle himself. Russell could clearly see that the psychic energy fluctuations in her body were getting weaker and weaker, and she could no longer hold on.

Seeing the wraithbone armor decaying and brittle under the erosion of Nurgle's poisonous gas, foul-smelling pustules emerged from Eveleene's skin. Her life breath was getting weaker and weaker, making Russell, as a bystander, a little anxious.

"Where's the God of Death? Where's the God of Death? Can the God of Death save me?"

However, the god of death did not appear, and Evelyne was not yet the chosen one of the god of death, nor did she hold the Crone Sword in her hand. The plague of Nurgle caused great damage to her body, and she slowly fell down under Russell's nervous mood.

In the cage in the corner of the room, Elsa sadly shed a drop of crystal clear tears.

"I'm just saying, someone with a name and a surname can't die easily." Russell applauded her.

Logically speaking, even if Russell is in a signal-shielded state and yells, others will not be able to hear or feel it.

But at this time, Mortarion seemed to sense something and stopped his dance of death that reaped lives. He held the sickle in one hand and looked in the direction of Russell with a serious expression.

Chapter 352: Dead lips and cold teeth

Aisha's tears were as round and glittering as pearls, and as clear as crystal. The tears of the goddess of life fell on the forehead of Iverene who was kneeling on the ground, washing away the Nurgle germs and filth on her body.

The yellow and white abscesses on her skin healed one after another, and the spirit bone armor that had become brittle due to the corrosion of the plague peeled off piece by piece from Efreni's body, revealing her infinitely beautiful and graceful figure and healthy and fair skin.

Ignoring her naked body, Efreni ran naked past Nurgle's cauldron and came to the cage where the goddess of life was imprisoned.

"Go back, child, this is a yoke set by the God of Plague, and it cannot be opened." Elsa used the gentle tone of a mother to coax a child, admonishing Efreni to leave quickly, "This is not the place you should come..."

"No, Mother Goddess, this is what I am destined to do at this moment." Everene's firm eyes made Elsa stop urging her.

Then Everene, who was standing in front of the cage, recited the name of an unknown god. A scream and soul appeared on her wrist, and a curved white bone sword was drawn out.

That is the Crone's Sword - Veliszar.

"So you brought the Old Woman's Sword?" Seeing Efreni's operation, Russell felt that his worries were in vain.

Evelyne held the hilt of the Crone's sword, Veliszaar, tightly in both hands, raised it above her head and then slammed it down heavily. The bones of the Eldar god collided with the cage made by Nurgle, making a shattering sound, and the chains that imprisoned Aisha fell to the ground.

The mother of the Eldar, the goddess of life, Elsa is finally free.

...Wait a minute, isn't Efreni naked now? Where did she pull out the sword?

Before Russell could think about this question, Mortarion, with a solemn look on his face, took two cautious steps forward with his sickle in hand. He asked tentatively, "You are there, right?"

"Ah this..." Russell showed his figure helplessly: "How did you find me?"

He was rather sloppy when learning other spells from Magnus, but he was so proficient in stealth spells such as invisibility that even Magnus himself might not be able to see through them.

Russell didn't think Mortarion was any more psychic than Magnus.

"I didn't discover you directly." Mortarion said, "I figured it out."

"That's it." Russell nodded.

Just like the human scientists on Ancient Terra discovered Neptune by calculating the orbital error of Uranus, Mortarion, who has been calculating the logic of the operation of the Eldar battle formation through 'numerology', also discovered some things in the process. Weird 'error'.

The results he calculated through numerology will always have some minor errors due to some occasional interference. Such errors are extremely small. Mortarion can completely make up for it with his own subjective operations, but rigorous His personality prevents him from ignoring the existence of these calculation errors.

So, is there something wrong with my calculation method or the principles of numerology itself? Absolutely not. Mortarion would never admit that his numerology was wrong.

Then only external reasons remain.

There were not only him and the Eldar intruders in front of him in the endless corridor, but also an outsider hiding here. That outsider was the source of interference, interfering with the results of his calculations and causing errors.

Through a series of careful calculations, Mortarion locked the coordinates of the "interference source", which was where Russell was standing.

"Awesome." Russell applauded him, "Numerology is so amazing."

"Who are you?" Mortarion raised his scythe warily. ——Because Russell is a human, Mortarion did not show strong hostility towards him, but was just wary.

Even though Russell was an intruder through Nurgle's empty gate just like the Eldar he had just massacred.

"Hmm... titles like Star-Ballist or Human Federation Dictator probably don't seem very real to you. Let's put it this way." Russell thought for a moment and said, "In recent years, the Blood God Khorne's helmet has disappeared, and even the fanatics who believe in Khorne no longer wear helmets. They make up their faces to look like dog heads to imitate the Blood God. You should know about this, right?"

"Of course I know about these important events. In addition, there is also the Lord of Change, Tzeentch. For some reason, his left eye suddenly became blind." Mortarion looked strange. "What do you want to say?"

Russell pointed to his temple with his left index finger: "I took off Khorne's helmet."

"The same goes for the Lord of Change's left eye."

Mortarion's pupils gradually dilated, and his pale face was filled with an emotion called fear.

At this time, Evelyne was wearing a white veil that was taken off and given to her by the goddess of life, Aisha. The mother goddess of the elves and her daughter supported each other and walked out of the room.

The moment Elsa's bare feet stepped out of the room. The abyss opened in front of her.

That is the end of all things, that is empty nothingness. The powerful siphon effect appeared due to Russell's will, and the high-dimensional void unfolded directly in the center of Nurgle Garden.

"Perhaps today there will be one less god in the warp."

As Russell spoke softly, the decayed walls of the Black Demon House collapsed, and the huge crucible in the room was overturned to the ground by the powerful gravity, and hot diseases and plagues spilled all over the ground.

At the same time, Nurgle himself, who was confronting the Boundary Breaker outside the garden, felt like he was struck by lightning.

Whether it is Nurgle's Garden, the Black Devil's Mansion, or the cauldron in the room, they are all part of the declining nature of Father Nurgle. However, Russell directly opened the hole from inside the Black Devil's Mansion and destroyed the loving father's house from the inside. Di, overturning Nurgle's cauldron. Even the rough-skinned and thick-skinned God of Plague can hardly bear such a heavy blow.

Most of the corrupt shrubs and Nurgling spirits in Nurgle's garden disappeared in an instant. The fat and bloated body of the loving father collapsed quickly like a deflated balloon, and the stench of ichor flowed all over the ground.

"I'm going to kill a god. You just stay here and don't move around."

Russell walked briskly away from the ruins of the Black Magic Mansion, leaving Mortarion, Evelyne and Aisha standing there at a loss.

Mortarion looked at the scythe in his hand, and then at Evrene's neck. At this moment, he wanted to cut off the body and head of this alien who shamelessly exposed her breasts in front of him. But after thinking for a moment, he put away his sickle and stood there, deciding not to move.

——What if that guy can really kill my loving father?

This is indeed the case. If there is a time that is most suitable to assassinate the Plague God, then there is no doubt that it is now:

The Boundary Breaker's fleet flew into the sky, diverting the attention of the main force of Nurgle's demonic army and Nurgle himself.

The father's departure from the Devil's Mansion allowed Russell to seize the opportunity to severely damage the Garden of Nurgle from within.

The corrupt body of the evil god Nurgle collapsed from within. Now is when he is at his weakest. As long as Russell can seize this golden opportunity, it is not unreasonable to completely kill a god of chaos.

So can he seize this opportunity?

Not necessarily.

While rushing towards Nurgle's body, Russell felt the surging waves in the sea of ​​souls. At least four different powerful wills were trying to influence this place. They were willing to protect Nurgle even at the cost of their own power being plundered by the Hollow.

The two Chaos Gods who are hostile to each other would actually help another Chaos God even at the cost of their own lives? Such behavior may seem abstract, but it is actually not difficult to understand. Humans understand the principle of the loss of lips and teeth, and there is no reason why the Chaos God would not understand it.

"Then let's see, which one of us is faster?"

Chapter 353 Can the Emperor do it?

Russell saw rivers of blood flowing on the scorching earth, and a huge black sun hanging high in the dome, scorching the endless mountains of skulls.

He also saw colorful transparent prisms and crystalline geometries growing wildly in Nurgle's garden. Prisms and diamonds took root in the decaying earth, seeming to turn the decaying field full of lilies into a crystal forest.

He saw twisting circles of lust, Slaanesh's temples of pleasure expanding amidst the turbulence of the aether.

"The Emperor is stopping Khorne, Tzeentch is invading the Garden of Nurgle, and Slaanesh's target is..." Russell looked strange, "Me?"

Among all the Chaos Gods who came to rescue Nurgle, Slaanesh was the most hardworking. Large tracts of purple demonic domains ignored Nurgle who was lying limply on the lily field, and crashed directly into the expanding void, buying time for Tzeentch to rescue Nurgle at the cost of their own existence being siphoned and annihilated by the void.

No, Slaanesh's purpose was not to buy time at all.

He came here just to be sucked by Russell. .

"Should we let Gray Feng dye his hair green when we go back..." Russell felt a chill in his heart.

Russell adjusted the gravitational field to avoid the ring of Slaanesh, destroyed and shattered Tzeentch's crystal forest, and stepped across the vast field full of blooming lilies, and Nurgle himself was right in front of him.

The current form of Nurgle is no longer as majestic as it was originally, and has become much smaller. It used to look like a Nurgling that could be seen everywhere in the garden, sitting helplessly in a pool of corrupt ichor.

The Black Demonic Mansion was destroyed, the Plague Cauldron was overturned, and the Garden of Nurgle was carefully chopped up and made into relics by the Boundary Breakers to chew and eat... This series of events did great harm to the Plague God.

Russell came to Nurgle, opened a dark gap in his palm, and pressed it against his head.

At this time, Tzeentch exerted his strength, and the prisms and diamonds grew rapidly, separating Russell's hand from the weak Nurgle. A two-headed birdman covered with blue feathers walked through the crystal jungle and grabbed the loose fat of the God of Plague with a bird claw.

"Seeking death." Russell lightly erased the prism in front of him and held the birdman's claws.

The next moment, the great demon of Tzeentch, 'Kalos the Weaver of Destiny', died completely.

Russell expressionlessly crushed a handful of blue-purple bird feathers into ashes. The surrounding crystal forest shattered instantly, and there was nothing in front of him. The chief demon of Tzeentch bought time with his complete demise, and the weak Nurgle was snatched away by Tzeentch.

The decaying earth around him took on an ambiguous purple color, and Slaanesh stalked him again.

Russell raised his head and looked at the dark sun hanging high on the top of the skull mountain, with an indifferent expression as if asking: Can you do it?

The answer is - OK!