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

Chapter 641 You're not even willing to call me "father"

Vashtor's heart skipped a beat.
That's it.

When he heard Tzeentch say that, he knew that Tzeentch had inevitably messed up again.
Although Tzeentch is one of the four greatest con artists in the galaxy, and the only one who is a fully-fledged con artist with complete freedom of movement,
But the essence of His domain is not deception, but change.

This means that no matter how perfectly Tzeentch and his demons claim their plans are flawless, their plans inevitably contain unforeseen circumstances, because a flawless plan lacks flexibility.

This leads to Tzeentch and the Tzeentch Demon often making sudden mistakes, encountering unexpected events at crucial moments, and acting recklessly against their own interests, after which they will claim, "It was all part of the plan."

Since Tzeentch has said this, it means that He did not anticipate the possibility that Zhou Yun would attempt to ascend to the position of Master of Vicious Arts, and had not made any contingency plans for this.

Even after Vashtor mentioned this possibility, Tzeentch showed obvious hesitation, doubt, and skepticism.
Tzeentch was skeptical of what Vashtor said. In fact, even Vashtor himself didn't fully trust his own judgment.

After all, Zhou Yun's purpose and the necessity of his actions were unclear, and Zhou Yun had previously clearly expressed his aversion to becoming a god.
Moreover, if Zhou Yun intended to become a god, why would the Emperor condone it? Doing so would clearly make it easier for the Emperor to become the Dark King. Did the Emperor really want to bear the pressure of two great positions just to allow a god of myriad machines who leans towards humanity to be born? Did He trust Zhou Yun that much?
If the Emperor cannot withstand the pressure, the Dark King will be born, and humanity will be destroyed. Does Zhou Yun really trust the Emperor to withstand the pressure?
As someone who has completely abandoned morality and follows rational thinking, Vashtor cannot understand the actions of Zhou Yun and the Emperor. Making Zhou Yun a god is obviously extremely unreasonable and risky. If either Zhou Yun or the Emperor is not reliable, the outcome will be disastrous.

Despite their doubts, Vashtor and Tzeentch signed a supplementary agreement: if Zhou Yun began his attempt to become a god, Tzeentch would stand by Vashtor and help him.

But that's not enough.
Zhou Yun's forces were too powerful, so powerful that Vashtor even felt a sense of despair.

Nurgle, Slaanesh, and the Emperor—the three gods—stood on Zhou Yun's side. Even though Nurgle and Slaanesh were slightly weaker in the ranking of the gods, they still had the ability to resist and block Khorne and Tengachi.

Even though the Emperor would be pressured by the Vicious Arts Domain when Zhou Yun began his ascension, and would have to use considerable power to suppress his urge to become a god, his remaining power was still enough to change the course of the battle and defeat Tzeentch and Khorne.

Vashtor pondered for a moment, deciding to try to win over another god to his side, which would increase his chances of success.

Emperor? That's probably unlikely.

Slaanesh? Impossible. In order to suppress the Necromancer God of Death Inard, Slaanesh must be hoping that Zhou Yun will ascend to godhood.

Nurgle, the plague god, had no direct vested interest in Zhou Yun; it seemed he was only helping him out of friendship.

This plague god seemed to be the only one who could be persuaded.

Vashtor did not trust so-called friendship; how could a vague friendship compare to a real contract?
He was willing to pay almost any price to become a god.
A portion of Vashtor's will detached and extended into Nurgle's Garden.

Thirteen trees in the garden parted to form a winding path with thirteen bends, and thirteen Nurgle spirits emerged from the corners of the garden, guiding him to the Nurgle's Dark Lord's Mansion.
Before that dark mansion, Nurgle sat at a small table with a bowl of soup he had just cooked. He ladled a bowl of the soup and placed it in front of Eldar goddess Isha, who was sitting opposite him.

“Let me see! A strange guest, I’ve never seen you in the Warp before!” Nurgle patted his belly and looked at Vashtor with great interest.

“I am Vashtor of the Soul Forge, one of the contenders in the realm of vile arts. You know me.” Vashtor sensed the sarcasm in Nurgle’s words, but he still spoke in a cold voice.

"Yes, yes, I remember you. Many young beings thought you were as young as they were. They said you were born from the faith of the Dark Mechanicus, born in the brutal wars of the Great Crusade and the Great Rebellion, born in the Iron Man Wars, born in the technological rampage of the Golden Age. But I remember you, Vashtor."

"You are an ancient being, born long ago amidst the raging flames of the War of Heaven. When the ancient saints were forced to retreat to the fortresses of the galaxy, when the war reached its most brutal and unrestrained moment, you were born."

“You and ‘us’ are from the same era. You are older than Seneca the Younger. We are old friends.”

Nurgle, a benevolent smile on his lips, lowered his head to look at Vashtor:

"Your realm is actually not very compatible with mine. You and your creations are cold and devoid of warmth, not easily decayed, and unwilling to coexist with bacteria. But I tolerate your existence and am always happy to coexist with you."

“I have invited you to my mansion many times, hoping you would come and talk to me, but you are not even willing to talk to this poor old fellow.”

"Until today, you have never visited me, nor have you ever sought my help. I don't even remember when you came to my place for a bowl of soup. So why have you come to visit me now?"

Vashtor glanced at Isha beside Nurgle; the goddess looked sickly and was staring at Vashtor with an empty gaze.

“I would like to speak with you alone,” Vashtor said in a detached tone.

“No, this lady has been a part of my garden for ten thousand years. She is sincere, reliable, gentle, and compassionate, and she is happy to taste my soup—currently, only two people outside my territory are willing to do so—I cannot send her away; it would be too insulting to a friend.” Naurgul rejected Vashtor directly.

Vashtor paused for five seconds, then moved its orange-red eyes, as if making a decision, and spoke its guess and needs. "Zhou Yun, my dear friend has made up his mind to become a god?" Nurgle showed a surprised expression, but Vashtor was unsure if it was faking it.

This seemingly kind and benevolent plague god is far more cunning and difficult to deal with than his outward appearance suggests.
Otherwise, how could he have fought against the treacherous villain for so long?

“Whether he intends to become a god or not, as a friend I will only support him.” Nurgle rejected Vashtor’s offer.

But Vashtor was not in a hurry; he had anticipated this moment, and he chose to state the price he could pay:

“I can give you one-seventh of my domain as payment.”

Vashtor said calmly:
“You condemned me and my creations for being cold and rejecting your gifts, but that will not happen again.”

"If I become the true God of all machines, your germs will be able to infect inorganic matter and spread within machines as if they were spreading between flesh and blood—I am not just referring to the Geller's Iron Plague that you created, but every kind of germ you know—machines will be completely under your control, and even information, data, and physical laws will have your blessings flowing through them."

“Even all the demons that belong to me will be infected by the germs you created, and if you are still not satisfied, I can also be infected by your germs.”

By doing this, Vashtor essentially sold himself and most of his possessions after becoming a god to Nurgle, and he didn't believe Nurgle wouldn't be tempted by the reward.

"This is the contract, you just need to sign it——————"

“I will not sign.” Nurgle coldly rejected Vashtor.

Vashtor was stunned.

But he still said, "If you are not satisfied—"

"Stop talking."

Nurgle slightly raised one hand, interrupting Vashtor once more:

“I don’t understand what I did to deserve such humiliation from you, Vashtor.”

"You betrayed my kindness and rejected my friendship. When you needed to find the 'weapon' left behind by the Old Ones, you were unwilling to visit me and ask old Nurgle, who witnessed the War of Heaven, if he knew anything about that 'weapon.' When you finally found clues to the 'weapon' and began collecting the three ancient artifacts, you didn't come to visit me and ask if I would be willing to exchange the Heart of Plague for our friendship."

"When you started collecting Caliban's fragments, you preferred to work with Tzeentch, whose cunning could manipulate you like a puppet, rather than trusting old Nurgle's generosity and friendship. But what does it matter? I won't give my friendship to someone who doesn't need it, especially someone who doesn't value friendship, so I'm not angry with you."

"But you came to my house today and said, 'If you sign the contract, I'll give you one-seventh of your territory.'"

"Ha! All I see is you telling me to betray my sincere friend Zhou Yun for the sake of a guy like you who has no respect for my kindness?"

"You are not my friend, you won't even call me your loving father!"

Nurgle's rage was palpable; the entire garden trembled with his growl, and Vashtor felt his will begin to rust and corrode.
"Now, get out of my territory!" Nurgle roared.

Vashtor stiffened, said no more, and turned to leave Nurgle's domain.

The anger on Nurgle's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a kind and gentle smile, as if everything that had just happened was a pretense.

“My learned Professor Mortarion, have you completed that numerology ritual?” Nurgle asked the person beside him.

Mortarion flashed and appeared beside Nurgle.

"He barely managed to finish. His thinking is very meticulous, but I seized that moment and injected the idea that 'Zhou Yun and the false emperor may have a conflict' into his mind."

"He will probably try to communicate with the false emperor next. That liar should be able to buy some time for Saint Doraemon to make arrangements."

(End of this chapter)