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Chapter 539 Typhons: Where's my ball?! Where's my huge ball?!
Rotting flesh grew wildly on the planet's surface, gigantic fungi and trees with putrid maws stretched their bodies among the carnage, and countless creatures were infected by tiny bacteria. Their bodies, tormented by disease yet never truly dying, covered the earth.

Pus and tissue fluid continuously flowed from their bodies, pooling together to form rivers that flowed into the sea, transforming into a stinking ocean. Beneath this warm sea of ​​pus lay countless more human corpses.

Though reduced to corpses, they were not truly dead. Instead, they continuously nourished the flies that roosted in their flesh with their own bodies. These flies hatched from the sea, rising with the putrid smell of the seawater, transforming into dark, thick clouds in the air, and spewing rotten rain onto the ground, forming a complete biosphere.

This feudal world was dragged into the boundary between warp and reality when the Great Rift unfolded. The star quickly succumbed to the warp's encroachment and fell into the warp tides, while the world succumbed to despair amidst endless fear, famine, and cold.

Desperate mortals discovered an ancient faith underground—a faith destroyed by an empire ten thousand years ago, yet buried deep within the earth and never fading away.
Since the emperor has already abandoned them, why can't we revive this ancient faith?
Why can't we pray to "the compassionate, abundant, and warm God Nigel"?

Nigel is the sun; He warms the earth with His own flesh and blood, He nourishes all things with His own bodily fluids, and all things grow and are illuminated by Him.
So the people prayed to Nigel, but perhaps due to the unique accent spoken on the planet, the pronunciation of the word Nigel gradually became distorted during their chanting, turning into Nagore.

So the rain fell for seven days and seven nights, and all living beings felt warmth while they were feverish. It was the body temperature of the father of plague shining on them. Then disease surrounded the world, and the messenger of the compassionate father descended in the flood of the subspace, wielding a sickle to harvest them as wheat, so that they would forever sink in the sea of ​​decay and enjoy eternal warmth and compassion.

On the End, Typhons looked with satisfaction at the planet that had been corrupted into a demon world.
Over the course of ten thousand years, it was the Death Guard who conquered this planet, and it was he, Typhons, who secretly buried the faith of "the great god Nigel, of mercy, abundance, and warmth" beneath the surface.

This is the gift of a loving father.

It's like planting a seed, watering it a little, and patiently waiting for it to sprout one day, then grow into a towering tree in the blink of an eye, only to fall irrevocably into the embrace of its loving father.
And he, Typhons, was a master of this art, one of the most outstanding farmers under the benevolent father.

Compared to Mortalian, that cultist who only spouts numbers and heresies, Typhons is the true practitioner of Nurgle's ways.
Thinking of this, Typhon's eyes dimmed for a moment.
He had hoped that Luther and Irebas could do something, at least banish that Saint Doraemon to the past, but they accomplished nothing and even lost Typhon's Plague Heart.

Now, even the Heart of the Plague is nowhere to be found. Such a large, living asteroid, and there's not a single clue whatsoever.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from the oracle of the End Ship.
The torrent of subspace made no ripples, but a massive reaction appeared on the side of the End.

A ship resembling a trident, even larger than the End or the Queen Glory-class battleships, suddenly appeared in the warp, menacingly displaying its presence.
It was an Abyss-class battleship, clearly the Blessed Lady, which had recently belonged to Erebas. However, the identification code displayed on the oracles announced the starship's new name: Cabinet. This inexplicable name even startled Typhons for a moment.
But the hesitation only lasted a moment, because the Abyss-class battleship Closet began unleashing its firepower on the End.
Fortunately, the End was already quite resilient, and after being strengthened by the Blessing of Nurgle, it wasn't instantly destroyed by the Cabinet.
However, Typhons was not afraid of this Abyss-class battleship.

If they had met in the vastness of space, Typhon would probably have been preparing to flee.
But now, in this galaxy, right at Typhons's disposal is a Nurgle demon world that has just been corrupted.
This entire world is alive; it is an unparalleled living planetary weapon, unmatched even by the most magnificent warships.

As for the other side boarding the End?
The environment on the End is almost as twisted as the Nurgle Gardens; even Astartes cannot withstand the environmental damage it causes.
Almost the instant Typhon's thought crossed his mind, the alarm inside the End entered his head through the command throne.

A team actually boarded the End?
Typhons let out a foul growl and looked over the command throne at the invaders.
Suddenly, trees sprouted from the cabins of the End, which were filled with rotting flesh, and a chilling mist enveloped a section of the corridor.
A group of Astartes, clad in dark black power armor, wearing hoods, and bearing various insignia of the former First Legion, suddenly emerged from the mist.
But what truly caught Typhon's attention was the figure walking at the very front, noticeably taller than the other Astartes.

The figure wasn't even wearing a helmet, exposing his weathered face to the poison gas, yet he seemed completely unaffected.
He seemed to notice Typhon's gaze and slightly raised his head as if to look at Typhon.

Typhons screamed in terror; the instant his eyes met the lion's, he felt as if his head had been ripped off.

Ryan Al Johnson, the Lion?!
The thought of abandoning ship and running away flashed through Typhon's mind, but he forcibly suppressed it with reason.

The End contains ten thousand years of his accumulated wealth; how could he just abandon it like this?!

He pondered for a moment, then decided to control the End Ship and plunge it directly into that plague-ridden demon world, to trap the lion there.
Typhons didn't expect that plagued world to kill the Lion; he knew the Primarch's abilities better than most in the galaxy.

He just wanted to use this as an excuse to get away with it.
But just as Typhons was about to turn the ship around and head towards the demon world, he suddenly saw a blue halo appear in the void, abruptly encircling the entire Plague Demon World, like a star ring surrounding the planet.
But Typhons inexplicably felt that it was less a star ring and more the mouthparts of some invisible giant in the void.
Seemingly to verify Typhon's idea, the demon world that Typhon had waited and nurtured for ten thousand years vanished into the torrent of the warp with a whoosh, disappearing without a trace.

(End of this chapter)