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

Chapter 81 The Cursed and the Blue Civet

The swollen pustules began to spread along the tower-like warp engine, centered on the curved sword.
This ancient metal technological creation seemed to be infected with a blasphemous disease from the depths of the warp.

In the middle and upper part of the tower, in that deep, dark, wide circle, a storm from the highest heaven surged.

The boundary between reality and the physical universe is broken and torn apart bit by bit.
The strong wind raged out from the Central Asian space engine and lingered throughout the underground palace.

All I could hear was laughter full of joy echoing in the air, and the air around me became heavy, hot, and turbid.

A rift opened up with the warp engine as the center, and a brilliant storm of green, gray, and yellow surged out, forming a deep vortex.

Through the roaring vortex, Zhou Yun could see the scene in the highest sky.
That magnificent garden, lush and full of thousands of flowers, thousands of fungi, thousands of diseases,

That sacred territory belonging to the Father of All That Is, that is the Garden of Nurgle.

In the garden, the Nurglings were laughing and celebrating their success.
Father Rain shook his huge belly, waved the boxwood branches in his hands, and praised them repeatedly.

It is about to lead the Nurgle demons to invade reality,

Another planet is about to receive the mercy of the loving father
This gate to the subspace is much stronger than the one opened by the Lord of Change last time.
This gate would allow the forces of Nurgle to truly invade reality and drag all of Asford into the Father's realm.

"Why are you like one of my genetic brothers, failing at the critical moment?" said the winged figure in the white light faintly.

"Who are you scolding Guilliman? Ah? Who are you scolding Guilliman!" Zhou Yun leaned against a metal pillar and said in a hoarse voice.

"I didn't say that Guilliman, so don't sow discord among our trio of the Second Empire."

The winged figure in the white light shrugged and said:

".The situation is not good now. If Asford falls, the Leviathan Hive Fleet can invade Baal without any hindrance."

"The virus in your body is contagious in both the material and non-material realms. Even if I can help you resist it in the non-material realm, there is a limit to what I can do in the material realm."

"The good news is that the opening of this subspace gate also increases my influence on the real universe."

The winged figure in the white light did seem to become brighter and more dazzling.

"I will try to use this to manifest in the material universe and help you defend against the forces of Nurgle."

".But there is neither my church nor my descendants here, and showing up here would be extremely costly."

At this point, the winged figure in the white light paused:

"I may not be able to talk to you directly for a long time."

"When the Tyranids invade Asford, I will no longer be able to provide assistance. Then it will be up to you and my offspring."

The tone of the winged figure in the white light was full of trust and entrustment to Zhou Yun:
"Oh, by the way, also remember to go to Barr to do something for me."

"Also, do not mention your true purpose to Baal until the last moment. He is watching."

As the winged figure in the white light spoke, the light on his body became more and more dazzling, even making Zhou Yun squint his eyes.

"Wait." Zhou Yun interrupted the output in the white light with a hoarse voice: "Who the hell said I flipped————huh?"

"Hmm?" The winged figure in the white light that was performing magic was also stunned for a moment. Markit, who was standing in front of the subspace gate, couldn't help but turn his head.

There was a sound of footsteps at the gate of the underground palace.

The footsteps gradually became clearer, like drumbeats hitting the hearts of everyone in the underground palace.

The girl walked slowly out of the gate of the underground palace, like an ancient king stepping down from his throne and returning to the human world.

Markit took a step back in fear.
It was extremely terrified, because the girl in front of it was just a slender girl wearing an ordinary synthetic skirt.

Just an ordinary girl with blonde hair that turned dry and weed-like.
Just a young child with hazy eyes like a deer,

But every nerve of Markit was filled with fear,
"Who are you?!"

Markit's voice suddenly rose, the fear in it could not be concealed:
"I remember now! You are the girl who came with Zhou Yun? Jeanna?"

As soon as Markit finished speaking, it shook its head to deny its memory.

"No, you're not how could you be, but this?!"

Markit vaguely realized what she was facing, but she dared not believe it.

Behind it, sharp storms howled from the gate of the warp.
But when the subspace wind filled with supernatural viruses blew past, a faint golden light shone on the girl's body.
This light will drive back the blasphemous evil in the highest heaven, and burn all diseases.
The girl took a step forward, her steps brisk and golden.
The haziness in her deer-like eyes was dispelled by the golden light in the blink of an eye, and her eyes became sharp and unstoppable.
Her dry hair spread out, drifting with the wind of the warp, becoming as smooth as newly-baked gold.

Markit found that he could not take his eyes away from the girl and had to look directly into her eyes.

Those eyes were as old as the oldest stars, as if they had witnessed every moment from the time when humans built the first city to the first starship that opened up the Milky Way.

Markit understood, Markit saw,
Behind the girl is a golden throne that reaches up to the deepest part of the sky.
On the throne, the corpse king cast his gaze towards the material universe.

In the empty blood-red eyes, the cold and dark sun is burning fiercely.

Markete had that word brewing in her throat, but she didn't dare to utter it for a long time.
It seemed that as long as the name was spoken, it would be burned to ashes on the spot.
It can only retreat in fear, trying to get closer to the father's garden to get a little comfort.

With a hoarse voice, Markit uttered the evil name that he had heard many times from the angels.
"The Cursed."

The word seemed to burn fiercely in the air, making people feel daunted.

Under the metal pillars,
In the white light in the corner of Zhou Yun's eyes, the winged figure looked at this scene with confusion and bewilderment.
He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, "Father?"

The word also burned in the air.

"In our dynasty, the thousand-year-old yellow fox has appeared!" Zhou Yun couldn't help but say.

This word made the air suddenly cooler.
Jeanna turned her head, and the God of Corpses on the golden throne behind her also cast her gaze.
"Lan Lan. Li. Raccoon. Fur. Cat."

A complex voice mixed with a huge amount of information came, as if hundreds of millions of people were speaking at the same time:
"Blue raccoon cat."

"Blue civet cat!"

(End of this chapter)