I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 263 Chaos Anti-Fraud Center
Expedition Team No. 63 set off, heading towards the southern end of the Taiping Starfield.

At the same time, in a corner of the subspace, the Wolf Blade hovered.

A dark and gloomy atmosphere permeated the ship, where deformed green-skinned creatures roamed.

Mushrooms, vines, and flamboyant flowers sprouted from the fart spirit's body.

They crawl or wriggle, or stagger like zombies, as if they have become puppets of the plants inside their bodies.

The boy who used his swordsmanship had transformed into a red-skinned monster, his muscles bulging, his height increasing to about three meters, and his melee weapon was now connected to his flesh and blood, dripping with blood.

Psykim Boy had some feathers growing on his head, making him look like a drenched chicken with most of its feathers plucked off.

The psionic fluctuations they emitted rose and fell, sometimes intense, sometimes almost nonexistent.

Whenever the psionic fluctuations become intense, the head adorned with feathers swells rapidly, as if it might burst at any moment.

The Wolfblade's tattered shield has been deactivated, allowing unimpeded movement inside and outside the ship. Demonized orcs and fart sprites roam freely in the ever-changing warp.

The throne of the Beast King was empty, and the laboratory where the throne was located was deserted.

A dozen or so Terra days ago, the Mad Doctor, the Pain Boy, and the Technician Boy, who served Urg, were casually killed by Loka.

Their corpses became nourishment for the Chaos Orcs.

With a shift in light and shadow, two more figures appeared near the throne.

Those were Urg and Loga, returning from their pilgrimage.

Ulgh was an astonishing fifteen meters tall, with a blood-red body, horns on its head, wriggling moss and mushrooms growing on its back, and blue-purple feathers fluttering on the back of its head.

Loka remained largely unchanged, except for the addition of a pair of shoulder armor on his shoulders.

On the dark purple curved surface of the shoulder armor, countless pained faces rose and fell slowly, filled with despair and helplessness.

“Urg, return to the ‘Great Crown’, it’s time to proceed with the next step.”

Loka glanced at his shoulder armor and smiled with satisfaction.

Urg walked heavily up the steps and sat down on the throne, which was significantly smaller than his own body, his eye sockets and pupils completely black.

It activated the noisy box and said in a hoarse, low voice:

"Set off, return to the 'Great Crown'."

Subspace gently parted to make way, and the Wolf Blade flew at unimaginable speed.

"According to my lord's plan, we need to lead the Primarchs of the human empire one by one to the 'Great Crown' to be corrupted or executed."

Loka paced slowly before the throne:

"This is no easy task. When news of my capture reaches Terra, the Emperor and Macardo will surely be furious. The Emperor will likely lead the First Expedition and the Legion of Wordholders to avenge me. Even if he cannot spare the Great Crusade, he will at least send one Primarch to rescue me."

Luo Jia stopped his footing:
"I must remind you that my Lord has different strategies for dealing with different Primarchs. We should corrupt the most superior Primarchs as much as possible. For example, Horus Lupecal, Saint Gilles, and Rog Dorn. As for those Primarchs who are already very close to my Lord's ideals, we only need to guide them a little, and they will come into my Lord's embrace. Coz, Anglon, and Fugrim. These three are the easiest to corrupt."

Luo Jia paused:
"If you find this too complicated, then just follow my instructions. Now keep quiet, I'm going to use my psychic powers to contact my informants in the real universe."

Ulger responded with a hum.

Loka closed his eyes, his head enveloped in a strange psychic light.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes in astonishment, his face full of surprise.

He received many messages from the real universe.

Expeditionary Fleet 63 was tasked with rescuing Horus, who was the only Primarch involved in the rescue operation.

This was within the expectations of the supreme deity, and could be considered a welcome development.

But the question is, why is it that rumors are spreading throughout Ulanno that the "Wolf Blade" has run aground in the southern part of the Pacific Starfield?

Horus actually believed such an outrageous rumor and had already set off.

The southern part of the Pacific Sector is extremely desolate, with very few usable planets, few Imperial worlds, and even fewer Orks who would wander there.

Loka knew he had no advantage in setting up the main battlefield of corrupting Horus there.

We must stop Expedition 63 and force them to confront Urg's orc army on the Great Crown.

The plan changed, and the change was also the dessert.

Loga decided to pray to a god who was skilled in weaving destiny, hoping to receive revelation from him.

He faced the open space, knelt on one knee, and silently recited a prayer.

The blue-purple light transformed into wisps of light that drifted in from outside the ship, forming a feathered human figure in front of Loka.

The Shadow Weaver, the Great Demon Tzeentch, Zelfiax answered Loka's prayer.

"What is it, my lord's most devout and loyal servant?"

"My Lord's prophet, the plan to ambush the Primarch has changed..."

Luo Jia recounted the information he had gathered in detail.

As Zelfix listened, a keen interest rose on his hairy face.

Compared to clumsy murders, brutal betrayals, and superficial scams, Tzeentch clearly prefers elaborate schemes.

Sensing the fateful threads of the real universe and following Loka's descriptions to search for people and things involved in the conspiracy, Zelfix finds things becoming increasingly interesting.

It was completely unaware of when the fate of those involved had changed.

In the real universe, there are few beings who can be so flawless: Eldar prophets, cult elders, and a few immortal beings from the human empire.

If we were to say who among these beings is the most suspicious, it would undoubtedly be the group that once disguised themselves as orcs.

Zelfix preened his feathers with his crescent-shaped beak and said casually:
"It's the Cult that's behind this. They're assisting our plans while simultaneously pursuing their own. They'd rather see us and the Empire of Man both crumble than for us to acquire more Primarchs. Can't you even figure that out?"

“My Lord’s prophet, your guidance has enlightened me greatly.” Facing the rebuke, Loka was not angry, but humbly bowed slightly.
“I would like to make some changes to the plan. I would like to ask you to spy on the Primarchs Angron, Forgrim, and Coz. Once the Wolfblade has completed its secret resupply in Ulanor, we will immediately go to corrupt these three Primarchs.”

Zelfix raised his long, thin neck and looked down at the leader of the heretics below, his eyes filled with admiration:
“Excellent. I like this plan. I will lend you a hand.”

Zelfix puffed out his chest, slightly spread his wings, and his psionic energy surged out like a wave.

A bright, illusory light flowed in its eyes, and countless images flashed rapidly within them.

After a long while, Zelfix folded his wings, his voice sounding somewhat weary:
"Throughout the endless timelines and the future, I have seen the presence of three Primarchs. Remember what I am about to say."

"Conrad Coates' 85th Expeditionary Fleet is currently decimating an alien civilization somewhere in the Misty Starfield. You will know its exact location on the 80th heartbeat."

"Angron led Expeditionary Fleet 13 to visit a technologically advanced alien world. This happens 188 times after your heartbeats. You will encounter this expeditionary force if you jump out of the warp in time."

"Forgrim is lost in his secret garden. I have arranged the opportunity for you to meet him. After 666 heartbeats, you will meet him by chance."

Zelfix lowered his head:

"Furthermore, your good friend Magnus is secretly assembling a rescue team. He is eager to contact you. After returning to the real world, you may receive Magnus's psionic communications. As for how to communicate with him, I don't need to tell you, do I? My Lord greatly admires Magnus's psionic abilities, so you should seize this opportunity."

"Yes, Prophet, I understand completely."

Luo Jia bowed slightly and asked:

"I wonder if you have encountered any esoteric practitioners or esoteric elders spreading rumors in the future? I would like to find an opportunity to eliminate these hidden dangers."

“I did not foresee the movements of the cultists,” Zelfix said.
"The elders of the esoteric sect possess the ability to shield themselves from prophecy, and they are extremely protective of their own interests. Perhaps only our Lord can discern the movements of the esoteric sect members."

"But as you know, our lord will not respond to us anytime soon."

“That’s a real shame.” Loga bowed again. “I have no further questions. Thank you for responding to my request.”

"May the teachings of change flow eternally in your heart." Zelfix's figure faded and finally disappeared. Loka silently counted his heartbeats, waiting for his chance.

The Wolf Blade changed course to reinforce its troops.

According to the arrangement of the Supreme God, as long as the Wolf Blade leaves the warp on the 80th heartbeat, it will inevitably encounter Conrad Coates's Expedition 85.

This is the power of the Chaos Demon.

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...

Apimette, Royal Court District.

Li Nuo greeted the new day with a relaxed and cheerful mood.

Among Horus's 63rd expedition were some orcs imprisoned in cells.

Last night, Li Nuo possessed these orcs and inquired about the expedition's movements.

Very good, excellent, absolutely perfect.

Horus, having been misled by his own words, resolutely headed to the Pacific Region.

Seeing that Horus was so cooperative, Li Nuo was very pleased.

Another piece of good news is that Ulger, who had been missing for a long time, has reappeared.

Just now, while brushing his teeth, Li Nuo had the system calculate the simulated price of Ulger.

The system feedback message clearly stated: "[Urg has been corrupted by chaos, simulated price +1000%]".

Ulger's defection to the enemy finally happened.

Li Nuo then turned his attention to searching for orcs near Urg.

Every single search result points to a Chaos Orc, without exception.

The entire "Wolf Knife" was wiped out.

There are two paths before Li Nuo.

The first option is to wait until Ulgri leaves the warp and then search for any uncorrupted orcs in the vicinity to conduct a simulation.

The second option is to grit your teeth, take some risks, and try to possess a Chaos Orc to board the "Wolf Blade".

The first option is safe and stable, but its drawback is delayed information delivery.

The second path is efficient and fast, but the downside is that no one knows what the consequences of possessing a Chaos Orc will be.

After agonizing over the decision for a day, Li Nuo finally decided to play it safe.

I have worked so hard to build the planet Palu, conquer Comoros, and expand the Net Path space. I must not perish halfway through because I possessed a Chaos Beastman.

He cannot afford any unintended consequences involving chaos.

As a second choice, Li Nuo turned his attention to other protogenes.

He currently knows the whereabouts of the five Primarchs.

Saint Gilles, Roger Donne, Conrad Coz, Guilliman, and Horus.

Saint Gilles must be protected.

If this Primarch survives past the 31st millennium, many calamities will be rewritten, and the Warhammer world will be filled with hope.

Rogue Dorn doesn't need much protection; the Primarch's willpower is so astonishing that even Khorne would have to shout, "I am Rogue Dorn!"

Thirteenth Prince Guilliman also doesn't need protection.

His birth chart is harder than rebar; those who know, know.

Horus has made all the arrangements.

So in the end, only Conrad Coates was left.

This protogenes is a paradox.

He advocated using violent and terrorist means to bloodily suppress all evil in the world.

but!

His legion, however, was composed of thugs, rogues, and criminals from his home planet.

The Eighth Legion's homeworld is Nostramore, an Empire world rife with crime, a planetary version of Gotham City.

It is said that Koz originally only intended to recruit people of high moral character from his home planet.

However, the nobles there, unable to bear the taxes, resorted to substituting inferior goods for superior ones, and used convicts from prisons to replenish the Eighth Legion's manpower.

Gradually, the Eighth Legion became a criminal force that gathered a large number of liars, drama queens, and murderers.

By the time Primarch Conrad Coz of the Legion realized that his men were all trash, it was too late.

This story is truly speechless.

A Primarch with prophetic abilities, instead of consulting with Macardo and the Emperor on how to control his powers, blindly followed the dictates of fate, indulging in carnage, never seriously managing his legions, and never conducting in-depth research on the source of his troops.

His so-called "justice" is more like finding a reason for his acts of cruelty and blind obedience to fate.

(Note 1)

Also, the weasel is a disgusting idiot.

They actually entrusted the Space Marine Legion, such a powerful weapon, to a Primarch who had serious psychological defects, was unable to control his own prophetic abilities, and had not received a good education.

Li Nuo pondered that he needed to find an opportunity to test the effects of the sealing technique.

He needed to estimate how much sealing yeast the sealing technique would require to seal the Primarch's soul in the real universe or the web.

That way, if the weasel comes looking for him after he kills Koz, he can hand over Koz's soul, which will be a way out for himself.

If the weasel doesn't know its place and gets too cocky, then we'll seal the weasel away too.

The sealed soul needs to be stored in a soul container.

Li Nuo thought of the Spirit Race's Soul Stones and Soul Circuits.

Soulstones are used to temporarily preserve souls.

Soul circuits can preserve souls for a long time and can also automatically send souls to be reincarnated.

When Li Nuo raided the home of the leader of the ruthless conspiracy group, he collected a number of soul stones and a broken soul circuit.

We need to prepare them soon, and do some debugging and experimentation.

"By the way, how do you use Soul Stones and Soul Circuits?"

Li Nuo slapped his forehead. He was a complete novice who had never even seen a soul. How could he possibly use a soul circuit?

It seems we still need to find a professional to help.

As night fell, Li Nuo logged into his space "account" and found Isaacron, who was directing the construction of the psionic engine. He went straight to the point and asked:

"Do you know how to use Soul Stones and Soul Pipes?"

(End of this chapter)