I am the magnetic field maniac

And what was it that destroyed them?

It is...the inevitable result.

It is the final answer that ends the cause and effect of the distorted fruit of life.

It is a cycle that no life can escape, nor should it escape.

Things that transform from consumers to decomposers and producers.

What pursues them is called death.

In his hand he holds the Star Staff of Avalon which has transformed into a sword, or in other words, the Sword of Avalon.

Bai Qianshuang is doing his best to destroy everything that makes him sick!

He wants everything from Nurgle, so he wants to destroy everything from Nurgle, it's that simple.

The violent magnetic field force madly tore apart everything in the garden, destroying the flower beds that the loving father had carefully cultivated. At the same time, countless corpses of demons were lying at his feet!

There is Logotis the Rainfather, Ku'gath the Plaguefather, and even the resurrected Demon Primarch Mortarion!

But no matter who they were, no matter how powerful the Nurgle army was, they all fell and were defeated.

They were all defeated by the Eternal King!!

"Come on, you maggots, burn them all up for me!!"

Roaring wildly, the figure like a Khorne demon destroyed wave after wave of Nurgle legions that tried to attack. Even so, those Nurgle demon armies had no intention of retreating.

They attacked Bai Wujie madly and non-stop, only because of the dark Demon House blocking his way behind him!

That was Nurgle's magic house, and the most sacred place in the entire Plague Garden. The actions of these demon armies were only because they received a call from their benevolent father.

They could feel the sadness of the great and loving father at this moment, so they had to break through this obstacle and accompany him!

"Cuck!!"

Mortarion, who had once again resurrected from Nurgle's huge womb tree, screamed and wielded the Doomsday before rushing forward again...but now that he had learned his lesson, his scythe was dripping with the horrible Nurgle venom!

But it was too late. If Bai Qianshuang had taken out such a weapon at the beginning, she might have been a little afraid... But if it was Mortarion, who had been defeated so many times by her -

"You are such a scumbag, lose now!!"

With a simple blow from the Bai family's sword, supported by the powerful force of 990,000 horses, Mortarion was easily chopped into subspace energy, rolling back to read the resurrection bar again. After once again dealing with this embarrassing Primarch, Bai Qianshuang turned around suddenly!

Suddenly, the dark magic house burst into an incomparably bright emerald light, and at the same time, the entire Nurgle Garden began to "wither".

Countless plague roses turned black and withered, countless filthy things sank into the soil... and those mosquitoes and tiny lives all lost their eternity in an instant and fell into the arms of death.

All this ominous stuff was not a bad sign, Bai Qianshuang knew it clearly - Yisha, she had really started to take action!

She wants to complete the final argument of life with Nurgle, to correct the distorted nature back to its proper position and form.

"Gugugu, Isa, there's no need for us to make things so dire."

In the dark mansion, Nurgle was dragging his belly with a thousand layers of fat, whispering to Isa who had torn open the golden cage and walked out.

"Aren't we happy when we spend time exploring the mysteries of life?"

"You are a very good God of Life, Nurgle." Isa looked at the kind old grandfather calmly and said sincerely...

"Perhaps there is no God of Life in the entire universe who is more compassionate than you. You are very competent and kind, but the only problem is that you are a little too competent."

"Nurgle, as we talked about, you are too focused on the kindness of life, so that you break the inevitable process of the cycle of life and death - insects and dragons are equal lives, and this equality is that they will eventually die."

Isa said faintly, and then her long hair that fell like gold slowly changed... Starting from the tip of her hair, a dead gray color wrapped around it and spread.

As Isa's hair color changed, an indescribable aura of death instantly spread from her body to the entire Nurgle Garden!

Isha has brought her own laws! She has abandoned her aspect of life, because she is doomed to be unable to compete with Nurgle in this aspect.

There is no god in this world, including the Old Ones, who is more qualified than Nurgle.

His love is equal, and his help and love for life are absolutely great... In his eyes, a microorganism and a giant beast are both his equal "children".

How can Isha surpass or replace such love?

Or will Isa, who replaced him, soon be the next Nurgle?

In this case, let’s start from the perspective of “death” and the natural and normal cycle of reincarnation!

The growth, decline and decay of life is itself a healthy cycle. No life should be immune to death.

From a lively life into a stiff corpse, from a predator of nature into a nutrient that gives back to nature.

This is the foundation of the law of life, this is a complete and healthy "reincarnation"!

Nurgle's laws are unhealthy, and his plagues of suffering create an overabundance of life.

And those undead zombies, those ubiquitous microorganisms, may demonstrate Nurgle's kindness, but they also destroy the inevitable development of the cycle of life!

But this is the true nature of Nurgle. Plague, virus and even life are just manifestations of Nurgle. He represents precisely a concept that seems great but is extremely disgusting.

eternal

Eternal stagnation, eternal immobility, just like water that stops flowing and eventually leads to corruption... The "eternity" that Nurgle bestows on believers will give rise to endless corruption.

With the rise of Isha, the cosmic life environment, which had become too powerful due to Nurgle, was reversed in an instant!

The Nurgle believers, demons and Chaos Space Marines who had been wreaking havoc on countless planets suddenly lost the extraordinary powers they relied on!

Their bodies could no longer support the ubiquitous microorganisms, and the unhealthy symbiosis was dissolved in an instant... and then there was the sound of him dying in agony with extremely miserable screams!

But after death, they will no longer "pollute" the local environment. Those fallen corpses are just normal and "healthy" and become part of the environment that nourishes the cycle of life.

This is normal and healthy behavior, but it is intolerable to Nurgle and absolutely unacceptable to Nurgle!

"Quack! Isa, you've pissed me off! I'm going to punish you!"

Completely, Nurgle really felt extremely angry this time.

The Plague God of Life roared and spilled his own soup pot... and in an instant, the "plague" of the entire universe turned into a river brighter than the Milky Way and pressed down towards Isa!

No, only ignorant fools would really think that the things in Nurgle's soup pot are viruses and plagues... But in fact, it carries countless "lives".

Hundreds of billions, trillions, or even astronomical figures even larger than that!

An indescribable plague that stimulates the body's "vitality" was released, enveloping and corroding everything in Isha.

And one horrific plague after another is spreading wildly throughout the entire physical universe!

In an instant, a massive plague broke out in hundreds of thousands of worlds without any warning...

These horrible viruses that leave no trace have deprived countless normal lives in an instant, transforming them into "eternal life" like the zombies of Nurgle.

But Isa just silently spread the gray colors of life, constantly guiding those microorganisms, or things that should die, to end their abnormal health and welcome death that will be incorporated into the cycle of life.

Nurgle's plague created vast swathes of eternal life, while Isha's power ended those countless unhealthy eternities and brought them into the cycle of life and death that they were supposed to have entered.

But such behavior further angered the loving father.

"Have you heard the cries of these children? Seeing how helpless they are, Isa, how could you bear to do this?"

Nurgle condemned Isa's cruelty with a crying voice, and at the same time covered Isa's power with countless lives!

Issa is no match. Even if the holy fire of Asuryan is ignited, her death is powerless to overwhelm the power of the great Nurgle!

Weird growths began to grow unnaturally on her holy and perfect face, and pustules appeared on her smooth skin... All this was a symbol of the power of Nurgle eroding her!

Isa's face was filled with sorrow. She had expected this outcome...

She knew very well that her laws could never be stronger than those of Nurgle, the eldest of the four gods!

As the two gods' power disputed, the Garden of Nurgle, which had been destroyed in large numbers by Isha's power, began to revive again... and even Mortarion and a group of great demons were reborn in an instant!

They were shocked by the great power of Nurgle and trembled in fear at the wrath of their kind grandfather, but at the same time they cheered for Nurgle's might!

"Yeah, the power of a loving father is invincible in the world!!"

"My loving father is going to beat Isa to her knees and humiliate her severely!!"

Bai Qianshuang glanced at Isa, who was already completely at a disadvantage... but he was not in a hurry, or rather, he was no longer in a hurry.

If that big golden guy didn't show up, the worst that could happen to everyone would be doomed together, and he didn't care.

This war between the gods and the universe will determine the true future of all things in the world. There will not be any third party who can take advantage of the situation... because as long as they lose, all physical life in the universe will lose!

So, just keep fighting!

kill! !

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185 The Laughing God and Tzeentch

All the gods in the world, whether they are emperors or any other gods, have fixed colors and aesthetics in their domains.

Maybe it is the brilliant gold color, maybe it is the architectural style of some civilization, or maybe it is just a pure killing field.

This "order" is everywhere, even among Slaanesh, who claim to be tired of the same thing.

In essence, this is itself the inevitable order that anything possesses when it is considered as something that can be called in general.

Only Tzeentch's Chaos Realm and the magical crystal maze are absolutely different...completely different from the mortal world or even any other realm in Chaos.

There is nothing eternal or unified here, nothing here remains unchanged in appearance or nature.

None, mortal or daemon alike, save perhaps the most powerful of the Lords of Change, can grasp the true nature of Tzeentch's realm of change.

Most who explore the realm of great change quickly descend into madness.

Even those with strong wills and minds can only understand one side of the Crystal Maze, but just like Tzeentch, there are many faces of one god.

Visitors who enter the Crystal Labyrinth, whether mortal or divine...

They were all unable to describe in detail what the Lord of Change's domain looked like...

In other words, the way each of them describes themselves will eventually come into huge conflict with other people's understanding.

Statues in the fog, dreams, silent songs, paintings shrouded in mist.

In the sea of ​​madness and insanity in the Chaos Realm...

The general name of the Crystal Maze is nothing more than an inaccurate summary of its most superficial appearance.

Marlas wanders through the Crystal Maze.

Walking on a transparent surface that is as polished as pebbles.

Moving forward aimlessly in a maze of passages that randomly appear, dissolve, merge, split and change direction.

There is more reflected and refracted light in the fluctuations of the crystal maze's glowing surface.

It is a reflection of fear, pain and hope, a history of dreams and nightmares, reality and fantasy. It is a scene of pain, ecstasy and despair.

These abstract fantasies make the images in the crystal come alive and touch the soul.

Those mirror images reflected and stretched Marlas' soul and existence... and actually created nine different timelines of Marlas at the same time...

Created the appearance of this visitor after entering the Crystal Maze at nine different time periods at the same time.

There is her youth, her adolescence, her childhood, and her old age...

These different Marlases have moments of depression, sadness and despair, and they die wailing in extreme struggle.

Others feel a sense of joy and ecstasy, witnessing glorious vistas of possible futures, each one happier and more successful than the last.

Or perhaps you saw nightmarish scenes on the mirrored surface of the maze, saw the most profound and terrifying, tragic and indescribable misery, and finally fell into the even more tragic fate of inevitable death.

And, every single one of them is true.

The treacherous laughter of the Tzeentch demons echoed in the center of the maze. They laughed at the intruder who overestimated his own capabilities, and at the same time gave seemingly plausible, wrong and correct choices and confusions at every option and every fork.

This ever-changing path is probably a place where any wise man is destined to get lost. The secret of infinite changes lies in the fact that there is no absolute option.

Among countless random numbers, visitors can only choose to gamble on the only change.

And the way that Marlas fights against this maze is——

"Hahahahahaha."

Laughter, yes, laughter...

It was sharp and piercing, drawn-out and terrifying, like a demon flapping its wings in a midnight nightmare, like a monster with a thousand faces in a nightmare!

This long-drawn laughter drowned out the laughter of all the Tzeentch demons in the Crystal Maze, leaving them speechless and terrified.