I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 332 Kugath: "Ah?" (Praise Slaanesh again)
"I'll beat you up if you don't drink it all!!!"

The overbearing smell that rose to the sky spread all around, directly toward the faces of Nurgle, Zhou Yun, and the demons watching. For a moment, they seemed to hear this announcement.
The Nurglings looked at the boiling pot with horror. The sticky black-purple liquid kept oozing out, rolling out various ingredients whose original forms could no longer be identified, and sprinkled on the fungus and humus-filled meadow in the Nurgling Garden.

The soup that fell on the ground was still boiling, emitting fine bubbles, absorbing the fungi and humus that it came into contact with into its body and becoming part of the soup, allowing the viscous liquid that was almost like a semi-solid to continue to spread in all directions.
"I'll beat you up if you don't drink it all!!!"

The announcement became clearer.
The sticky soup shot out like an arrow, piercing the nearest Nurgling who was watching.

Before the little Nurgling could react, the soup forcefully tore open its mouth and forced the soup into it.

The purple-black soup was forced into its mouth. The little Nurgling rolled his eyes and kept swallowing the thick soup that made his throat sticky.
But the soup was too strong. After swallowing the surrounding grass, it became larger than the little Nurgling itself. The little Nurgling could not swallow it at all.

"If you can't finish drinking, there will be punishment!!!"

A roar sounded from the soup, and the little Nurgling's body was instantly blown up. The purple-black soup expanded again and swallowed up the Nurgling's remaining body, becoming part of the thick soup.

The little Nurgling went straight back to the woods of the Garden of Nurgle and read the resurrection bar.

The loving father watched this scene with great interest.
Zhou Yun had only used a bunch of debris from the material universe to cook up such a powerful pot of soup.
The presence of this soup is so strong and powerful that the things in Nurgle's Garden cannot corrupt it. Instead, they are possessed by it and become a part of it. Is this the power of numerology?
The Nurglings fled in panic, but the speed of the pot of thick soup colliding was faster than their speed of running.

"Drink! Why not!"

"No reward if you finish drinking! There will be punishment if you can't finish drinking!"

"If you don't drink, I'll beat you up!!!"

The soup roared and rushed around, and from time to time it would get into the mouths of Nurgle demons and force them to drink it.
If the soup is not finished, it will burst the stomach of the Nurgle demon, and the remaining body of the Nurgle demon will become a part of itself, and then continue to look for the next victim.
This is its instinct as a pot of soup, constantly boiling itself and being drunk by people.
The soup Zhou Yun cooked was too strong, so strong that its nature as a soup was so strong.

The subspace happens to be a world of will. If a pot of soup is desirable enough for people to drink, then in the subspace, it will even actively force others to drink it.

Zhou Yun scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
He just followed the instincts of Fat Tiger's body and cooked the thick soup according to his feelings, imitating Nurgle.
Unexpectedly, the soup started to run wild and slaughtered Nurgle demons all around.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay. Only a good pot of soup will hope that others will drink it up."

Nurgle seemed to notice the embarrassment that flashed across Zhou Yun's face. He held his belly and laughed and said:

"My children will soon come back to life in the woods; they die from time to time while they are playing in the garden."

Nurgle looked at the pot of soup cooked by Zhou Yun with full satisfaction.

“Great soup, so lively!”

He licked his lips and waved to the chief gardener, Slimukos.
Slimukos stood up from his mount, Snail Maus, and bowed slightly to his father and Zhou Yun with his sturdy body like an old farmer.
Then, with agility rarely seen among Nurgle demons, it leaped from the Snail Maus and pounced on the boiling soup with a pair of huge pruning shears in hand.
"Drink! Drink quickly! Why not drink!!!"

Thick Soup also noticed Slimukos and roared as he collided with the head gardener.
Slimukos showed his ability as the manager of the Garden of Nurgle. Just before the soup touched it, a huge giant tree grew out of the ground, opened its bloody mouth and bit the soup, then closed its mouth tightly and swallowed the soup into the trunk.

But the thick soup soon seeped out from the giant mouth tree, swallowing the entire giant mouth tree into the soup.

In the boiling soup, the giant mouth tree also became soft and rotten, becoming part of the thick soup.

But Slimukos was not in a hurry. It waved its sharp scissors and cut the semi-liquid and semi-solid soup precisely.

The rusted blade, sharp enough to cut the marrow trees in the Gardens of Nurgle, instantly cut the soup into seven portions.

At the same time, seven giant-mouthed trees suddenly grew out of the ground and swallowed the thick soup, which was cut into seven portions, into their trunks.

Zhou Yun watched this scene with great interest, watching the thick soup he cooked being divided into seven portions by Slimukos.

The strength of this chief gardener is quite interesting. He is indeed the first demon created by Nurgle in the legend.
Zhou Yun had fought against many demons and even big demons before. According to Zhou Yun, the chief gardener was stronger than the average big demon.
But Zhou Yun couldn't judge how much stronger he was, after all, they had never actually fought.

The loving father ran to the seven giant-mouthed trees with a smile, picked up one of them and put it to his mouth.
The giant tree opened its mouth and spit out the thick soup from its trunk.
The thick soup mixed with all kinds of strange things fell into the father's mouth and went into his bottomless throat.

Nurgle was silent, it lowered its head, as if feeling the taste coming from the thick soup.

Zhou Yun raised his head slightly and looked at this scene.
He was not too worried that the soup would not suit his father's taste.

The power in the soup certainly does not come from the so-called numerology, but from the power Zhou Yun gained when he drank the soup with the body of Fat Tiger.

Under the function of MSG Source, Nurgle soup became a real delicious delicacy and was completely digested by Zhou Yun. The power in it stimulated Fat Tiger's body to have the ability to cook soup. The soup should taste similar to the one cooked by the kind father.

"This is such a delicious soup!" After a brief moment, the loving father couldn't help but sigh softly.

He looked at Zhou Yun with more eagerness.
Nurgle admired Zhou Yun's skills in both cultivating bacteria and cooking soup.
At the same time, Nurgle also showed great interest in the numerology Zhou Yun mentioned. There was no doubt that Zhou Yun only used materials from the material universe when cooking the soup, and cooked it according to the method of numerology.
Those things in the material universe cannot be effective, so the only thing that can be effective is numerology.
The theory that Mortarion came up with actually works? !
"Please teach me numerology!" Nurgle lowered his head and said to Zhou Yun in a humble tone.

Nurgle is the most humble of the Chaos Gods.

There is no living thing that does not rely on external things. Plants rely on sunlight and fertile soil, animals rely on eating plants, bacteria and viruses rely on parasitizing other organisms.

A loving father is therefore best at relying on and using external forces to nurture himself.

"No." Zhou Yun shook his head and said.

His answer startled Nurgle, who suddenly looked up, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

Zhou Yun's firm refusal made Nurgle a little uneasy, and the flesh and blood made of rotten matter on his body squirmed and twitched.

"Why do you want to learn from me?"

Zhou Yun raised his head and looked at Nurgle, smiling and asking:
"You obviously know who is the founder of numerology and who is the most authoritative expert in numerology, don't you?"

"Instead of asking me for guidance, why don't you ask your family?"

"I think Mortarion will be happy to share this knowledge with you. He is always eager for recognition, and he will be very happy to hear that you recognize numerology."

Nurgle was stunned for a moment, looking at the smile on Zhou Yun's lips, he suddenly realized.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and patted his head which was covered with rotten flesh, as if he was annoyed at why he had not thought of this just now.
Yes, it is obvious that my family member, Little Mortarion, is the creator of numerology, why should I go to a faraway place? !

Nurgle soon understood why Zhou Yun was so eager to promote numerology to him.

Young Mortarion would be happy to share his knowledge of numerology with him, as he had done many times before to promote numerology to other demons in the Garden of Nurgle.

He advised Kugath to stir the Great Plague seven times when cooking it, warned Slimukos that the total number of trees in Nurgle's Garden must be a multiple of seven, and strongly requested that the Rain Father must rain for three days and three nights or seven days and seven nights.
However, the demons in the Garden of Nurgle have never quite understood Mortarion's numerology.
Kugath felt humiliated by Mortarion, Slimukos was so angry that he beat Typhons because Mortarion pulled out his tree, and Rainfather looked puzzled.

If he was willing to listen, Mortarion would be happy. In order to tell him about numerology, Nurgle thought he would even be willing to temporarily forget about delaying Guilliman.

In this way, the conflict between Guilliman and Mortarion no longer exists for the time being, and Zhou Yun and Nurgle, the two parents, can also breathe a sigh of relief.
Everyone is happy!

Nurgle looked at Zhou Yun with admiration in his eyes.

He was in such a good mood that when Zhou Yun suggested that if Tzeentch blocked Guilliman, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius from going to Terra, and hoped that Nurgle could help harass Tzeentch, the loving father patted his chest and promised that he would definitely help.

"No one has the right to stop a child from seeing his father, right?"

The loving father laughed and asked back,
He didn't even ask Zhou Yun for any reward, but just begged Zhou Yun to leave some of the bacteria he had cultivated before for him.

"Come and play again next time!" Nurgle waved at Zhou Yun who entered the portal.

Even after Zhou Yun and the portal disappeared in Nurgle's garden, Nurgle was still immersed in happiness.

"Dear father, I am late." Just then, a voice that did not sound very happy rang out.

Kugas moved his huge body and walked out of the garden with a deep sense of apology.

"Kugas, my child, didn't I tell you that a distinguished guest was coming to visit and asked you to come quickly?"

Nurgle looked at Kugath with some displeasure, his brows furrowed tightly.

After learning of Zhou Yun's visit, the loving father hurriedly began to cook the thick soup, and at the same time notified his chief demon Kugas to come as soon as possible to help him entertain Zhou Yun.
But Kugas was actually late, and even arrived barely after Zhou Yun left.

".Dear father, I have cooked up a new kind of plague, it's okay." Kugas said hurriedly.

"Alright, alright." Nurgle shook his head helplessly: "I've told you many times that I don't mind you drinking my pot of soup. I'm not a stingy person."

"Forget it. It's just a good thing that you're here. I remember that you often communicate with young Mortarion. Do you know anything about his numerology?"

Kugas tilted his head and looked at his father in confusion: "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)