"Tell me, brother, do you feel what real pain is now?"
Mortarion looked down at Robert Guilliman who was knocked down by the plague of God, his tone full of naked and undisguised arrogance and contempt.
Because he had already disliked Horus long before he launched the rebellion.
Although it is not the most annoying or hated one, it can almost be ranked in the top three.
So at this moment, after thinking that he had secured victory, Mortarion not only did not choose to cut the Gordian knot and bring Guilliman back to the Garden of Nurgle in the Warp, but instead acted like a cat playing with mouse.
It was not difficult to tell from the expression and tone of his face that he enjoyed this process very much. He even deliberately used his own abilities to weaken the toxicity of the plague so that the other party would maintain this half-dead state and taste more pain.
Of course, it is not ruled out that he was also unable to endure the torture of the Warp Plague day and night, and finally had to throw himself into the arms of Nurgle. Now he also wants the loyal Guilliman to make the same choice as himself in a similar situation.
In this way, the Daemon Primarch can prove that he is the one with foresight.
Unfortunately, the willpower of the Imperial Regent was much stronger than he had imagined. Even though his body began to turn black and festered, and a large number of demon maggots from the warp grew out of thin air and devoured his internal organs, he still did not make even the slightest sound, let alone beg for mercy.
Robert Guilliman simply raised his head and looked at the other party with bloodshot eyes, trying desperately to grab the Emperor's Sword that fell to the ground, but failed after several attempts.
The effect of God's Plague is more terrifying than he imagined.
In just less than five minutes, the bones, internal organs, muscles and nervous system are damaged.
What's even more terrifying is that the power of Nurgle from the Warp is constantly eroding and tearing apart the soul.
He knew very well that as long as he expressed his willingness to throw himself into the arms of Nurgle, all the pain he was enduring now would instantly disappear, just like Mortarion and the Death Guard whose bodies were also festering, becoming happy and cheerful every day, and even laughing like a lunatic.
After all, Blessed Nurgle is still quite "merciful" to his believers.
They even allow them to have independence and free will to do what they want, instead of treating their subordinates as pawns who must obey their will like Tzeentch and Khorne.
But Robert Guilliman's inner persistence and will did not allow him to do so.
To be precise, he hated the Warp and the Chaos God so much that he would rather die than become the person he hated the most.
Mortarion undoubtedly noticed this, and directly opened a huge warp portal leading to the Garden of Nurgle. Pointing at the vibrant scene on the other side, he said with great pride: "What are you still hesitating about? Has serving the false emperor made you lose the ability to distinguish right from wrong?
Look at the supreme power of the Great Father! All things in the world have achieved perfect harmony and unity under His influence.
No pain!
No sadness!
There is no despair! All gods can enjoy the same happiness and freedom here.
Compared to the false emperor who established an empire full of exploitation, oppression and injustice, this is the real paradise."
It has to be said that Mortarion's eloquence is quite good, and he immediately grasped the biggest pain point of the human empire.
But Robert Guilliman sneered in a hoarse voice: "Haha, heaven?
If this world of stench, decay and plague is heaven, then I would rather go to hell! Although the empire is not perfect, at least the people living in it can still be called human beings.
But what about you?
You are nothing but toys and puppets of the Chaos Gods of the Warp.
What's more, do you think you can win this war by defeating me?
Do you think our father didn't make any preparations in advance?"
"What's the meaning?"
The loyal Primarch's words immediately set off alarm bells in Mortarion's heart.
After all, just over a hundred years ago, he had personally experienced the power possessed by the current human emperor and his terrifying psychic powers that were in no way inferior to those of the evil gods of the warp, and he had suffered a serious psychological trauma from this.
"I mean, you have fulfilled your mission since the opening of this Warp rift to the Garden of Nurgle."
A hideous smile appeared on Robert Guilliman's painful face.
Because just now he suddenly understood what the "right time" mentioned by Zuo Si was.
Before Mortarion could react, a dazzling golden light suddenly began to bloom in the sky above his head.
In just a few seconds, tens of thousands of Nurgle demons and Death Guard who had defected to Chaos suddenly began to spontaneously combust without any warning, and then turned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even the Demon Primarch himself began to show numerous burn marks on his body.
Subconsciously, he suppressed the pain and discomfort and raised his head suddenly, only to see something that looked like a small sun slowly descending.
In the middle of the golden sun, you can vaguely see a slender, thin girl.
The Lord of Mankind has finally arrived! The familiar feeling and breath immediately made Mortarion extremely panicked. His severely burned eyes revealed a strong fear. He asked in a trembling voice: "Father!!!! You... why are you here?"
"My foolish son, you are still as foolish, arrogant, conceited, and ignorant as ever.
Do you think no one can see through your ridiculous little tricks? No, we are just using you, waiting for you to open this portal to the Garden of Nurgle.
Now it is time for the Chaos Gods to pay for the damage they have inflicted on Humanity and the Imperium.
In the name of humanity, I will bring war to the Warp! Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh and Tzeentch will suffer the consequences of their own actions!
And you, although you are essentially just a fool, a pitiful victim, may be redeemed one day in the distant future, but definitely not today.
Now go away and return to your master.
Because what's going to happen next will be beyond your imagination."
As these words came out of her mouth, the little girl possessed by the Emperor slowly walked to the side of Robert Guilliman and gently pressed her slender little hand on the Primarch's already blackened and festering head.
In less than a second, the previously dying Imperial Regent quickly recovered, and even the injuries he had suffered ten thousand years ago were healed.
Obviously, this scene fully reflects a certain universal rule of the Warhammer universe, that is, "great strength creates miracles."
Whether it is the real cosmic physical rules of the Star Gods and the Necrons, or the Old Saints, Eldar, Demons and Warp Chaos Gods who use psychic power, they can actually influence and harm each other.
This is like the relationship between electric current and resistance.
As long as the former number is large enough, even an insulator can be instantly broken down and turned into a conductor.
This was already confirmed during the War in Heaven.
Freed from the Plague of God, Robert Guilliman quickly got up from the ground and said self-deprecatingly in a slightly lost tone: "So I am just a pawn and a bait in your eyes, right?"
The Lord of Mankind patiently explained, “No, my child, you are the last hope of the empire and the savior of the human race.
The reason why you are not told too much is mainly to prevent secrets from being leaked.
After all, we have to deal with not only Nurgle, but also the cunning and treacherous Tzeentch.
Only if you know nothing can everything develop as expected.
Didn't Soth tell you clearly? Besides, I have received so much faith and worship that I can't always remain conscious."
"But what about the army that appeared in the vision? Why didn't I see them?"
Robert Guilliman continued to ask with a frown on his face.
"Aren't they here already?"
As the last word came out of her mouth, the girl possessed by the emperor began to emit an even more dazzling and brighter golden light.
The next second...
Countless legions of cursed beings burning with psychic flames poured out from the cracks in the Warp and launched a fierce attack on the Nurgle army like a tide.
Their numbers were as endless as those of demons, and their strength was countless times stronger than when they were alive. They tore the enemies who were still resisting stubbornly into pieces with a devastating force.
There is no doubt that this is the anger accumulated by the human empire during the dark years that lasted for thousands of years, and it is also the revenge of the heroes who fought bravely until death.
In the Legion of the Damned one can see Astartes warriors from various chapters, as well as mortal auxiliary forces such as the Death Korps of Krieg, and servitors and punishment mechas modified by the Mechanicus.
But if you think this is the trump card of the Lord of Mankind, you are totally wrong!
Because in addition to the soldiers, there are also densely packed and endless subspace entities formed by various machine souls.
Tanks, armored vehicles, mobile turrets, space battleships, planetary fortresses, Titan mechas and knight mechas...
No one has ever counted how many troops and weapons and equipment with machine souls the empire lost between the 30th and 40th millenniums.
But what is certain is that it must be an astronomical figure that is enough to make anyone drop their jaw.
Today, this loss that once made countless people feel heartbroken has all been transformed into the Cursed Legion, a demon army affiliated with the future fifth evil god and lord of mankind.
The Nurgle demons, who always liked to win by numbers, soon found themselves at a numerical disadvantage.
Even though there are subspace rifts that can continuously transport troops, the space for movement is still being squeezed.
The expeditionary force led by Robert Guilliman also fell into fearless religious fanaticism because of the appearance of the God-Emperor.
Under this double-sided attack, even the Chaos Daemons in the Warp would feel fear and panic, and after a while they could no longer hold on and wanted to retreat back to their father, the Garden of Nurgle.
But the Emperor obviously didn't intend to let them go. He directly controlled the possessed girl to turn around and asked the stunned Primarch: "Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
Robert Guilliman asked back in confusion.
"Take my power and launch an attack on Nurgle's fortress to break through the psychic protection he has set up."
The Lord of Mankind stated directly the real purpose of his trip.
"Of course, I'm ready."
Realizing what was going to happen next, Robert Guilliman immediately nodded excitedly.
Because killing Nurgle and causing the entire warp to burn completely was exactly what he most desired to see in his heart.
Only when the Chaos God in the Warp is weakened and has no ability to cause trouble in the material universe for a short period of time, can he begin to solve the various problems and chronic diseases within the Empire.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to maintain the current rule, let alone talk about reform.
"Very good! In that case, let's get started."
After saying that, the dazzling golden light quickly left the girl and went straight into the chest of the original body.
In a flash!
Robert Guilliman transformed into a bright and dazzling golden sun.
The Emperor's Sword in his hand began to burn violently, continuously releasing astonishingly high temperatures in all directions.
The Demon Primarch Mortarion was completely dumbfounded at this moment. He had no idea what to do, nor did he know what would be waiting for him next.
Just as he was lost in thought, a subspace energy suddenly dropped from the sky and directly teleported him away from this dangerous place.
At the same time, the body of the little girl who was abandoned by the emperor had become tattered and almost collapsed. Her entire body had been burned by the overload of spiritual energy and had almost become a mummy-like corpse. Her eyes had no eyeballs and only two black and red blood holes remained.
You don't need to ask to know that this is the painful price to pay for becoming the main carrier of mankind.
Moreover, compared with the physical damage, what is more serious is the soul that was almost burned out by the terrifying spiritual energy.
"Am I going to die?"
The girl made a very weak sound which might be her last before death.
Zuo Si gently picked up the little guy and responded without any emotion: "Yes, you are going to die, and it will be a complete annihilation from body to soul."
"Have I completed the mission assigned by the great God-Emperor?" the girl asked immediately afterwards.
"Well, you have accomplished your mission as the carrier of the Emperor's consciousness brilliantly. Now, he no longer needs your devotion."
A trace of pity and a little disgust appeared on Zuo Si's face.
He really hated these devout believers who were willing to sacrifice everything for the God they believed in even though they were suffering tremendous pain.
Because such people give up rational thinking and the pursuit of knowledge and truth, and place all their hopes on an unknown existence that they do not understand at all.
Of course, all this was the girl's own choice, and he couldn't say anything. He just released a little bit of his power to alleviate the great pain she was enduring before her death.
"Really? That's great. I can finally take a break..."
The girl's charred lips slowly uttered the last few words.
At the moment she breathed her last, Robert Guilliman, who had completely absorbed the power of the Lord of Mankind, finally raised the Emperor's Sword and slashed fiercely at the castle magic house in the Garden of Nurgle.
Boom!!! In an instant, the golden light and flames shot up into the sky and burned everything within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers with the castle as the center.
Only the castle, protected by some foul warp spell, was able to fend off the attack.
Although the distance was very far, the angry roar of the evil god Nurgle could still be heard in the magic house.
As one of the four most powerful gods of the Warp, when had he ever suffered such blatant humiliation?
The Lord of Mankind's behavior was like giving him a good slap in the face in public.
Although the damage is not great, it is extremely insulting.
But before Nurgle could figure out how to retaliate, Robert Guilliman, blessed with the Emperor's psychic power, rushed into the Warp in one stride, raised the holy sword shrouded in golden light and slashed at the invisible protective force field that isolated the psychic flames.
When the power attached to the sword blade collided with the protective force field, it seemed as if the entire space began to vibrate violently.
Anyone with eyes that are not blind can clearly see that the golden and green sub-space psychic energy begins to tear and devour violently.
Finally, with the help of the might of the Lord of Mankind and the power of the Emperor's Sword, the Primarch successfully penetrated the protective force field and opened a large hole in it.
After completing this crucial step, he collapsed on the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength, and shouted with his last bit of strength: "Thoth! I have opened a gap to the Nurgle House. Now it's up to you."
"Don't worry, I will never let anyone down. No matter what the future holds, at least today I will use Nurgle's head to announce to the entire Warp that the era of the Chaos Gods committing evil in the material universe is over."
As he spoke, Zuo Si had already put down the dead girl's body in his arms, and holding the newly made godslayer sword in his hand, he slowly crossed the gap step by step and entered the core area of Nurgle.
However, he did not rush to launch the final attack. Instead, he opened a portal on the spot and called with a smile: "Come, my dear Lich King Jaina Proudmoore, the symbol of cold and death, it is time to send you to the throne of God. The chaos and disorder of the war have lasted for too long. Now let us inject some power of order into it."
"As you wish, my Lord."
Along with a voice filled with a bone-chilling chill, a cold and elegant figure emitting black mist from head to toe instantly appeared out of thin air through the portal.
Without any hesitation!
After confirming that herself the place where she was standing was the core area of the evil god Nurgle, the Lich King Jaina transformed into the form of the god of death on the spot, concentrated the power of the souls of the dead that she had accumulated for hundreds of years, and slashed down with a thunderous force.
Boom!!! The seemingly indestructible castle was split open in the middle, revealing a huge figure that was hundreds of meters tall and covered in rotten flesh, poisonous gas, cysts, blood, bacterial plaque, and all kinds of wriggling insects, flies, mosquitoes, and other "cute little creatures".
Compared with them, the Great Impure Ones are just tiny things.
But his current condition is obviously not very good.
Because the power of death left an enormous wound on the huge mountain of rotten flesh.
Furthermore, because of the control that death has over life, it is unable to use the power at its disposal to heal quickly.
This fundamental opposition and conflict made Nurgle feel unprecedented pain, and also made him extremely furious. He suddenly swung up the huge cauldron on the ground and poured the plague and poison that was boiling inside onto the enemy in front of him.
"Go to hell! You vile blasphemer! I will turn you and your accomplices into the dirtiest and ugliest life forms in the entire galaxy!"
"Haha, sorry, it's not easy to do this. Because in a way, neither Jaina nor I can be considered as living things."
Zuo Si chuckled and released a protective force field to block out the soup that could even corrode his metal body. Then he flashed to the front in an instant and swung the magic sword made of Moscat at the fat and huge body of Nurgle.
The next second...
Poof! A huge piece of rotten fat was cut off, accompanied by splattering poisonous gas, highly corrosive plague blood, sticky liquid from the cyst, and giant maggots that instantly turned into hideous monsters after leaving the body.
There is no doubt that Nurgle's body itself is a very terrifying weapon.
Because when launching an attack on it, the attacker himself will also suffer such reverse splash damage.
This may be one of the reasons why he does not have strong physical defense like Khorne.
But this is only relative.
Because if the magic sword is not attached with the power of order from Baator, and there is no power of death in the Frostmourne of the Lich King Jaina, ordinary weapons cannot touch the essence of Nurgle at all.
Even the Emperor's Sword in Robert Guilliman's hand could only leave a tiny gap on it at best, and could not cut as hard as the two of them did.
Moreover, the Shuoyou incarnation, which has the ability to self-repair, obviously does not care about this insignificant corrosion.
Not only that, a large amount of spark oil and warp spark oil began to gush out from Zuo Si's body, expanding at an unimaginable speed to the entire castle magic house and even the surrounding Nurgle Garden.
In his current state, what he is least afraid of is a war of attrition or a protracted war.
Because the longer the battle lasts, the more powerful the two kinds of oil can draw from this space and Nurgle's body.
This is a process of gain and loss.
What's more, the current situation is not a one-on-one duel, but two against one.
Maybe after Robert Guilliman takes a break, it can become a three-on-one situation.
Since Zuo Si never had any so-called "sense of honor" or "self-esteem" when it came to fighting, unless he had an overwhelming advantage in strength, he would basically just drag as many people as possible into the fight.
The best way to ensure victory is to use the majority to defeat the minority and to defeat the majority to defeat the minority.
In fact, at the beginning, he even considered joining forces with other evil gods in the Warp to kill Nurgle first, but this plan, which involved great risks, was ultimately rejected.
There is no other reason, it’s just that the Chaos Evil God’s behavior pattern is too difficult to predict.
Especially Tzeentch, who might be chatting and laughing with you and teaming up with you to deal with another guy in the last second, but suddenly turn against you and help the other guy to fight you in the next second, which is almost comparable to the crazy Cyric.
Zuo Si didn't want to sit around doing nothing and increase the intensity of his plan.
"Damn outsider! You don't belong to this universe at all!
Get out! There is no place for you in the Warp!"
Nurgle roared and began to summon his own demon army.
In the blink of an eye, the vast area that had been cleared by the Lord of Mankind soon emerged from the chaos with endless demons of all sizes. There were more than tens of millions of demons that were as big as mountains of flesh.
There were more huge and weird machines like demon engines roaring and charging under the command of Mortarion.
The so-called demon engine is actually something similar to the machine soul of the human empire.
It was first conceived by Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, and then developed jointly by the Dark Mechanicus and the Psionic Mages. Its principle is to bind a summoned angry Warp Demon in the built war machine, and let the demon drive the machine to kill and destroy on the battlefield.
Because the demons in the Warp are endless, and once they are successfully created, no additional manpower is needed to operate them, they are deeply loved by the demon primarchs and Astartes Legions who have defected to the Chaos forces.
And each evil god has his own unique demon engine.
Appearing on the battlefield at this moment include Nurgle Plague Tower, Plague Giants, Plague Drones, Plague Drones, Plague Crawlers, Wither Engines, etc.
The first one looks like a medieval siege tower, except that the front end is filled with large and small gun barrels, which can pour firepower and virus bombs on the enemy while moving; the second Plague Giant is like a rotten piece of meat installed on the territory of a mechanical crab. Although it is also equipped with long-range weapons, it is mostly used for close combat; the third and fourth types are flying units. The former is a bit like a twin-propeller helicopter in science fiction works, equipped with a not-so-powerful gun under the cabin, and the latter is like a mechanical hydralisk equipped with three propeller flight engines. It has stronger firepower, but in the final analysis, it wins by overwhelming numbers;
The fifth type, Plague Crawler, is a combination of a tank and a self-propelled artillery, used for rapid assaults and providing long-range artillery support;
The last type of Wither Engine is like a mechanical Zerg alien. It not only moves very fast, but is also equipped with a missile launcher.
In short, the types of demon engines are beyond imagination, so much so that they don’t look like products of industrial assembly lines at all, but more like abstract gadgets assembled by green-skinned orc technicians at will.
Such a shocking scene made Robert Guilliman, who was sitting on the ground to rest, suddenly have his pupils dilate, then contract, then dilate again, then contract again. Regardless of his physical fatigue, he struggled to stand up, swung the Emperor's Sword, and planned to rush forward to desperately buy time for the two people in the castle to kill the evil god Nurgle, even if it was only a few minutes or even a few seconds.
It has to be said that although he has many flaws in his character, he is definitely the most trustworthy comrade-in-arms at critical moments.
Under the influence of the powerful psychic power of the Lord of Mankind, the Regent of the Empire was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, fighting against an army of billions of demons alone.
Every swing of the Emperor's Sword will kill enemies within a radius of several thousand meters and cause devastating damage.
Coupled with his superhuman speed that can reach more than ten or even dozens of Mach, he is absolutely an absolute killing machine.
At this moment, Robert Guilliman was like an indestructible iron wall, blocking the surging demon army outside the gap.
Seeing his heroic figure and tall and majestic back while fighting, the Goddess of Death Jaina immediately pursed her lips and revealed a playful expression: "Could this guy think that we didn't make any preparations and just broke into the Garden of Nurgle to fight the Chaos God?"
"I think Guilliman probably really thinks so.
How should I put it? He is a bit stubborn and very, very obstinate.
Forget it, ignore him and quickly mobilize all your Scourge troops here."
Zuo Si urged with a slight sigh.
"No problem. I have already ordered my troops to stay on standby."
After saying that, Jaina suddenly swung Frostmourne in her hand and cut a huge crack in the warp.
Then, Necron warships emitting green light poured directly into the warp from the rift.
Before anyone could react to what was happening, the spherical device located in the core area of one of the largest battleships began to flash a dazzling light.
The next second...
Likewise, billions of legions and war machines appeared out of thin air in the open space of Nurgle's Garden.
When they appeared, they immediately opened fire on the Nurgle army that was swarming in.
Since Perfection absorbed the Necrons, the most technologically advanced force in the Warhammer universe, many energy weapons have been replaced with antimatter particle stream launchers.
This thing is not the grenade launcher used by the Astartes of the human Empire, nor is it the electromagnetic weapon of the Tau people. It can be offset by powerful armor and protective force fields.
Its biggest feature is that it directly causes the tearing and explosion of matter at the particle level.
Therefore, the target that is hit will directly turn into a pile of green dust and dissipate in the air as if it were hit by disintegration magic.
The Human Empire was once beaten to the ground by the Necrons in a small-scale battle with them.
In the end, they relied on their numerical advantage and their fearlessness to charge forward in close combat, and finally managed to pull off a comeback.
So when billions of green lights covered the Nurgle army in front of him, Robert Guilliman, who was still a tragic hero in the previous second, saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
That is, all the demons extending to the horizon in front of them turned into green light and disappeared in an instant.
There were neither deafening explosions, nor flames and heat waves shooting into the sky, nor the sound of energy weapons such as light spears coming into contact with matter. There was only silence.
It was as if someone had gently erased those demons from the canvas called battlefield.
This was clearly beyond the Primarch's comprehension.
He just stood there motionless, holding the Emperor's Sword as if he was under a spell, until the Scourge under Jaina's command began to pass by him and advance forward in an orderly manner under the command of the Judge.
Looking at these huge legions that were either made entirely of metal and machinery or a fusion of machinery and flesh, as well as those that were clearly the Necron technologies mentioned in Belisarius Cawl's report, Robert Guilliman could not help but fall into deep thought.
He asked his genetic father in his heart: "Is this also part of your plan?"
“Of course, my child.
In order to obtain the tools necessary to slay the Chaos God, Soth created two powerful weapons at the same time.
One of them is the magic sword that contains the power of order in his hand;
The other is the woman who transformed into the god of death.
In the years since you launched the Indomitus Crusade, the latter has committed millions or even tens of millions of massacres in the real universe and the war, constantly strengthening its own power and authority over death by plundering souls.
What you see now is nothing but the cold shell left after the soul has been plundered.
The power of the Chaos God cannot erode their consciousness, let alone have any effect on them."
The Lord of Mankind's voice echoed in the Primarch's mind.
"What about the other Chaos Gods? What are they doing now?" Robert Guilliman continued to ask.
The Emperor answered without hesitation: "They are suffering from an unprecedented attack in the Warp, and now they have no time to care about other things."
"Under attack? You mean... a full-scale war has begun?!!!"
The Primarch opened his mouth in shock.
He simply couldn't believe that the other party was able to launch attacks on three of the four evil gods of the Warp at the same time when the Imperial intelligence network knew nothing about it.
When exactly was it? Why did such a huge army enter the subspace without any movement?
There were so many questions and confusions bothering Robert Guilliman that he subconsciously turned around and cast his gaze towards the incarnation of Shining Oil who was fighting.
At this moment, as endless demon armies were blocked by the teleported Scourge, Nurgle, realizing that he could not get help, finally began to show his power as one of the four evil gods.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Accompanied by the sound of countless pustules bursting, the entire castle magic hall was already shrouded in a thick yellow-green fog.
This terrible plague was even more deadly than the "divine plague" that Ku'gath had successfully brewed. Even Zuo Si's metal body began to show large areas of decay, rust and aging. Jaina's body in the form of the god of death was also covered with fungus-like dust.
If any other creature were to be here, even the Primarch or the Lord of Mankind himself, they might be seriously injured or even die suddenly due to accidentally inhaling the terrible thick fog.
In addition, the tentacles that look like twisted intestines and the rotten wounds full of fangs that grow on Nurgle's body can also pose a considerable threat to the opponent.
The most important thing is that as the god of life and fertility, his ability to withstand blows, vitality and regeneration are so strong.
Even if Zuo Si and Jaina cut off some limbs and flesh from the torso, the latter would quickly grow into a small Nurgle and join the battle.
In other words, this guy has no so-called vital or fatal parts, and has the ability to split himself almost infinitely.
"Hahahaha! You want to kill me? Stop dreaming! I am the immortal god of reincarnation and rebirth. No one can really kill me."
Dozens of Nurgles, big and small, laughed wildly in unison.
It is estimated that ordinary people would have lifelong nightmares if they looked at such a horrifying scene for a few more seconds, and they might even become so sick that they couldn't eat anything and starved themselves to death.
"Damn! Looks like we're in a bit of trouble."
Jaina frowned immediately.
Because the reincarnation and rebirth represented by Nurgle can, to some extent, reverse the power of restraining death.
"Don't be impatient. Take your time. Do you still want to kill one of the most powerful evil gods in the warp in one go?"
After saying that, Zuo Si shook off the rotten flesh and yellow-green highly poisonous sticky juice that were stained on the magic sword, and continued to release the sparkling oil to devour and absorb everything around him.
He knew that if he wanted to kill Nurgle he would first have to weaken his connection to the Warp.
The second step is to find its original essence as the Chaos Evil God, and then release all the power to destroy it.
Only in this way can it be considered as barely killing the opponent.
As for when he will be reborn and what his power level will be after rebirth, it is unknown.
After all, evil gods like Nurgle have long been integrated with the Warp, and also represent a certain dark side in the hearts of intelligent life in the real universe.
It is basically impossible to kill it completely once and for all.
Therefore, the only thing Zuo Si could do was to suppress the Chaos God through this subspace war until he had no ability to cause trouble in the real universe.
In this way, the Human Empire can gain a buffer and development period, and by changing and improving people's cognitive level, fundamentally change the current chaotic state of the subspace.
Another thing is to introduce the force of order to maintain a delicate balance in the subspace.
"You already have a way to kill him?"
Jaina asked in surprise after avoiding those disgusting tentacles.
Zuo Si raised his lips slightly and nodded: "That's right! Don't forget, with my continuous strengthening and improvement, the oil can now infect almost everything it touches.
Especially the Warp Oil, which has now spread completely in the Garden of Nurgle.
The next thing to do is to launch an attack on the spiritual and will level.
As for you...
You need to prepare for your upcoming ascension.
As I have repeatedly emphasized to you a long time ago, if you want to kill a god of life, only the god of death can do it.
So all you have to do is wait for my signal.
When the time is right, all the souls devored by Frostmourne will be released, and transformed into the purest power of cold and death through the Helm of Domination.
Your dead body will then be permanently destroyed, and the Warp will reshape you in the form of spirit and soul."
"Okay, I know what to do."
As she spoke, Jaina thrust Frostmourne into the ground, then opened her arms and felt the tidal fluctuations of the Warp Soul Sea.
Soon, the realm of death began to spread around with her as the center, constantly squeezing out and suppressing Nurgle's realm of life.
On the other side, Zuo Si, who was fighting alone, also showed off his technology and ruthlessness as the incarnation of Shuoyou. He frantically devoured the surrounding matter and energy, turning into a terrifying mechanical Death Star, and started a bombardment mode on the infinitely split Nurgle on the ground.
Tens of thousands of weapons of all kinds were thrown out as if they were free.
The fierce and dense firepower and huge caliber subspace energy cannons can even destroy several star systems in an instant.
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