I am the magnetic field maniac

Diego nodded slowly, and the silver flame in his eyes had been replaced by golden color at some point!

The Dark Lord might still hate aliens and gods... but he also knows that he must do what is necessary when necessary.

The threat of Chaos is imminent, and because of these magnetic field guys, the final war of destruction has been greatly brought forward.

Although it's not like we're going to have a final battle to decide who will rule the universe... But no matter what, the next battle is bound to affect countless people...

Nurgle's roar became louder and louder, the restraints of Tzeentch and Slaanesh had begun to fail, the entire garden was shaking madly... countless lives were growing wildly, countless Nurgle spirits were crying and huddled together like a tide!

"Accept my power, alien. You are one of the few people in this universe who can bear enough of my power without having my blood." Yisha looked at Bai Qianshuang and said hurriedly and seriously...

"I will get you out of here safely, and in return, I will be able to use your power properly in the future!"

"Why don't you just leave on your own?"

"I can no longer leave Nurgle." Isa said helplessly and frankly

"Nurgle and I have formed two sides of the cycle of life, he is decay and decay, and I am healing and regeneration. He generously allows me to live here, and at the same time allows me to become a part of his cycle -

This is not an absolute bad thing, child. Because if there is even a slight possibility, when his power declines, I may be able to make this garden better, and make his influence... not so great. "

Isha's words may contain the secrets of the gods...

Some people always believe that the essence and power of the Four Gods come from the extreme thoughts of life in the mortal world...so they think that if all people are good people, then the Four Gods will become good.

But that is absolutely impossible, the existence of God has already been born, and no matter how beautiful the universe is, it cannot change their already extreme nature.

But what Isa said may prove that she has found a way to reverse Nurgle to a certain extent.

She and Nurgle are both gods of the Warp, and they have the same concepts.

Perhaps the life and healing represented by Isha are more superficial than those of Nurgle, but they still possess similar godhood.

Let Nurgle no longer represent the pathetic hope in despair, and let the suffering of the plague be transformed into a healing that is more in line with the spirit of material life.

Of course, this road is very long, and there is almost no end in sight.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Bai Qianshuang. What lies before him is just a choice of whether to obey or not.

Does Bai Qianshuang have the power to choose? No, of course not.

He stretched out his hand without hesitation, and Isa held his arm tightly... The next moment, emerald green light descended from the sky and enveloped everything.

Before her consciousness was engulfed by the light, Bai Qianshuang only heard Isa's pleading.

"I know you don't like being ordered around, but please, save those children..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Qianshuang was sent out of the Nurgle realm. And in the next moment, with the entire Nurgle Garden rolling and surging, the dark green giant returned to his realm!

Surrounded and cheered by countless Nurglings, the huge god returned to his own residence.

He returned to his cauldron, looked at Isa, whose radiance had faded a lot, and said in an unclear tone...

"Isa, how are you?"

Nurgle was actually concerned about Isa, and the goddess actually smiled in response to the Plague Father's concern, and whispered...

"I entrusted them with my power to take them out, that's all."

"This is very bad behavior, Isa." Nurgle muttered incoherently.

Nurgle was very unhappy, but this anger was clearly directed towards Tzeentch and Slaanesh... The kind father knew that it was impossible for Issa to have any connection with these two guys.

Nurgle was not angry that Isa shared her power with mortals. He was very tolerant, especially to Isa, who was perhaps the only one in the universe with whom he could discuss the mysteries of life.

He would not vent his anger on Isa, but there were some things that Nurgle had to settle accounts with.

He returned to his garden, and at the same time allowed his Chaos Realm to be eroded by one-fifth by Khorne.

But it doesn’t matter, the kind father’s low period has passed, and his strength is about to reach its peak!

And since those bastards, including the cursed, want to accelerate the world's progress - then come on, let's start!

"Mortarion!"

Nurgle's call resounded through the sky, and the Daemon Primarch, who had just led Nurgle's demon army back to his own territory and had been resting in the Horarium for a long time, opened his eyes and asked in a low voice...

"Grandpa, I'm here."

Like countless surrounding beasts, Nurgle's power instantly pulled Mortarion in front of him, and facing his great grandfather, Mortarion humbly half-knelt on the ground.

He ignored the goddess Isa beside him. Even though Isa's power made Mortarion eager to take action...but the Demon Primarch had enough humility and respect for his great grandfather.

"Mortarion, I will start a war in the physical universe!" Nurgle stroked Mortarion's head and said lovingly...

"The Cursed, your father, and everyone else, they all want to accelerate the process of extinction of this universe."

"Theirs are foolish. The cycle of the universe is as eternal as you, Grandfather."

"Haha, you are right, Mortarion." Nurgle smiled gently.

"But that's the truth, but we can't ignore their provocations."

"I know what to do, Grandfather," Mortarion whispered.

"Really? Then can you tell me how you want to do it?"

"My brother, Guilliman." Mortarion raised his head, his tone filled with obvious expectation and a fresh malice...

"His life is between life and death, and his soul is still under the control of the Corpse King. And I will be able to free his soul and corrupt the entire Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar at the same time!"

"I will extinguish the irritating blue stars and sacrifice the stars of disaster to you! Bring you a brother and let him receive the true love of a loving father."

"Well said." Nurgle laughed while holding his stomach.

"But Mortarion, you alone are not enough. Therefore, you need to be adequately prepared, and most importantly - Mortarion, the power of your Primarch is no longer unmatched in the physical universe."

Mortarion frowned, not quite understanding what his father meant.

In order to make his reckless child understand this, Nurgle handed him a drop of plague liquid...

That was the plague soup that was contaminated with magnetic field power. Mortarion held it up in his hands devoutly, feeling the great power contained in it.

"But the moment you ascend, my child, you lose the power to walk freely in the material world."

Nurgle looked at Mortarion and said with concern...

"This makes it difficult for you to obtain the same special power as your brother in the physical universe. But it doesn't matter. This drop of venom will help you achieve your goal."

"He won't kill anyone, but he can prevent the wrong people from coming to disturb us. My red brother's child who loves skulls has escaped... and I think he might disturb our purpose!"

"This is?"

"He can neutralize the so-called magnetic field force." Nurgle said softly.

"Even if it's the so-called one million horses, as long as it's injected, this abnormal power can be stopped. But unfortunately, this is not my creation, and if possible, I really hope to meet the talented child named Virus..."

When Nurgle said this, he did not hide his expectation and yearning for the virus... This made Mortarion very jealous, and he immediately petitioned with a distorted voice...

"Please leave it to me, Grandfather! I will give you everything!"

"No hurry, no hurry." Nurgle smiled and waved his hand.

"Unity is strength, Mortarion. Remember, we must unite."

"We are a family, and when all members of the family come together, they can exert a greater power."

"Mortarion, I will instruct the eavesdropping worm to inform Ku'gath and Rotigus." Nurgle looked at his extremely enthusiastic child and said lovingly...

"I know your relationship is not good, but you have to get along well."

"I will inform them, grandfather." Mortarion said in a deep voice, paused, and continued...

"Including Typhons."

After saying that, Mortarion's figure immediately disappeared here, and then returned to his own House of Time.

In this place where all clocks have stopped.

The Daemon Primarch of the Death Guard was engulfed in black filaments that pierced his skin and eyes.

Through the dark wonders of Mycota Profundis, he began to communicate with his estranged gene-son Typhons, and the Primarch did not like what he heard.

"Motarion, I am under the orders of a higher power, I cannot obey your orders!" said Typhons. There was no respect for the Primarch in his tone, only an indescribable arrogance.

"The 1st, 3rd, and 4th Plague Companies are with me. We are returning to the Scourge Star to prepare to respond to Abaddon's Thirteenth Black Crusade!"

Typhon’s tomblike voice comes from a perfect recreation of his shoulders and head made of mycelium, a living bust presented in cross-section like a vivisection specimen.

Blood vessels and organs move beneath layers of bone, fat, and armor.

The Hive Master was in a very bad condition, because he was almost beaten to death not long ago.

When he led the Death Guard through the Calixis Sector and planned to go down to plunder, he almost died there.

He would not tell anyone that the one who almost killed him was not another Astartes or anything else, but just a mortal.

"You're hurt. You're scared."

Mortarion said, the Primarch's delight at his son's frustration flowing between them as he spoke, while Typhons remained silent.

"Fear has nothing to do with this, my genetic father," said Typhons.

"I am the mortal forerunner of Nurgle. Our god has commanded us to aid Abaddon in his Black Crusade. We must go."

"Abaddon is no longer of importance." Mortarion sneered.

The respirator fixed on his face emitted green and purple smoke. He looked at the stems of fungi that formed the image of Typhons in front of him and said loudly...

"This is a direct order from my grandfather. We are invading the Ultramarine! Go say hello to my sleeping brother and bring him the grace of a loving father!!"

"Bring all your strength, Typhons! If necessary, it doesn't matter even if it means destroying Abaddon's forces. Compared to our next goal, the purpose of the Black Crusade is nothing!"

Typhons was silent for a while. He really couldn't figure out whether this was really an order from his father or another self-righteous action of Mortarion. But he also knew that even Mortarion would not dare to falsely convey his father's order.

"We'll be ready."

Typhon said in a low voice, then pinched off the fungus in front of him that formed the original body.

74. The Hated Mortarion

Trouble from Mortarion?

This order is of course very troublesome! The place they want to attack is none other than the Extreme Star Region!

It's the core of the Five Hundred Worlds of those damn Smurfs!!

This is a very difficult task. If Abaddon were to do it, maybe he could invade, but letting the Death Guard alone do it... that would be courting death.

But although the orders from Nurgle were capricious, he did not really intend to let his chosen ones die.

In Nurgle's ever-widening house, his great spoon stirs what is brewing in the crucible...

An eye that could cover the entire universe rolled stickily in its eye socket, its gaze falling on Ultramar.

In the huge plague factory, a Great Unclean One was muttering something. Kugath, who was boiling a pot of plague soup in the garden, raised his head and looked at the sky. The purple and green clouds blocked the sunlight.

Sickly lightning bolts swirled within it, and when they fell they made a sound like the snapping of rotten twigs.

"Now the rain will dilute my medicine! Oh, how annoying, how annoying!"

He muttered impatiently, because he hated the rain, and he hated the guy who always controlled the rain in the realm of Nurgle, his opponent, Rotigus the Rainfather...

But even if it doesn't rain, he is always unhappy. This is the case with Plaguefather Ku'Gath, because perhaps his birth makes him unhappy.

He was not born a great demon, he was once just a carefree Nurgling, playing on the shoulders of his loving father...

He accidentally fell into his father's soup pot and drank the plague that his father had carefully cooked.

Although the loving father did not care, and instead picked the Nurgling away with a smile... and he became a Great Unclean One because of this, Kugath did not feel happy at all.

For Ku'gath realized that he had taken away the most powerful plague his father had ever concocted.

Since then, Ku'gath has been wandering the universe in search of the perfect ingredients to create poisons for Nurgle.

He is different from other unclean ones. He is rarely happy... because he feels that he has always been burdened with the sin of Nurgle.

Of course, the kind father never cared about these things, and even laughed when he saw the birth of Kugath.

But perhaps the more kind Nurgle is, the more depressed Ku'gath becomes.

If there's one thing Ku'gath's soul doesn't need, it's more oppression. Perhaps that's why he doesn't get along well with the other Unclean Ones, but has a relatively good relationship with Mortarion.

Probably because neither of them was very happy - but that's just relatively good.

The Primarch flew in on silent moth wings, but his armour made a series of coughs and sputters, and his respirator was so loud that Kugath heard it before he saw him.