Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 357: Garden Fire
The flames of ordinary promethium flamethrowers now burned unchecked in the Garden of God.

The raging flames of mortals, like fuel, quickly devoured the flowers, plants, and trees that the loving father carefully cared for.

There is no doubt that a golden giant is adding fuel to the fire, and the kind father himself cannot leave the warp, so he can only project part of his garden here to help his children.

The price was that a large number of mortals who believed in the Emperor crawled into his garden and burned his plants without restraint in the absence of the gardener.

As the god who loves to take care of flowers, plants and trees the most, the garden of the kind father is not just for decoration. It also contains countless toxins and pathogens of diseases, which grow there forever in the form of plants.

This is exactly his philosophy, that flowers and plants shed their leaves, decay and wither, only to be reborn in spring and go again in winter.

In other words, for Nurgle himself, his garden is equivalent to his own small treasury.

Therefore, Taylor's little trick was actually burning other people's savings. On this day, countless viruses suddenly disappeared, and countless critically ill patients got up from their beds.

Under the flames bestowed by the Emperor, mankind once again used the fire ignited when it gained wisdom to dispel the darkness completely.

As the garden burned, long, angry notes exploded in the gray sky, but every time that anger flashed, a golden light would cover the sky.

Obviously, something strange was going on in the sky. Taylor could almost imagine it with his toes, every time they burned Nurgle's treasury and the fat brother went crazy.

A big golden slap will hit Him on the face, telling Him that those people below are protected!

However, this is because Nurgle has crossed the line early and has long had bad relations with other gods.

They are currently at war, and the other three gods are kindhearted enough not to take advantage of their misfortune.

However, normally the four of them shared a common hatred for the Emperor, who had the greatest power in the real world. However, now they became enemies due to the beginning of the Great Rift.

All four want absolute control over the real world, wanting it all to be in their hands.

Normally, due to the overwhelming combat power of the Emperor and the Empire in the real universe, even if they could accidentally destroy a few worlds or damage a few planets, it would only be a few painless shots to the rotten Empire.

Now, with the rift open, even the weakest wizard can easily summon demons, and even man-made artifacts can start a war that is powerful enough to destroy an entire planet.

But at the same time, the Chaos Gods had a problem of uneven distribution of spoils.

Thinking of this, Taylor couldn't help but laugh.

This is a fight between gods, and he is watching the show.

Thinking of this, he even took action himself, picked up the flamethrower and "watered" the roots of a rotten giant tree that looked ancient and huge.

Only this time, although the sky echoed with the angry roar of the loving father as normal, the light that flashed to protect them was purple, then green, and then gold.

Roland, Lightlin, Ms. Katie, and even Taylor himself couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Taylor picked up the flamethrower and fired it at the tree next to him again. This time, there was not even the expected sound of Nurgle's anger. It flashed three times and took the lead.

When everyone looked puzzled, only the cultist girl praised.

"Oh, this must be my master's divine power!"

Taylor grabbed the excited girl and told her to shut up, while giving orders to the other soldiers.

"Don't think too much, just keep burning!"

Taylor wasn't sure at the moment whether he was chosen by the Emperor, Goma, or Slaanesh...

However, after this incident, Mr. Nurgle's angry roars were never heard again. It was obvious that he had been stunned.

Taylor couldn't help but sigh, the Emperor himself is above, and there are many things in the heavens that protect him, all those things now have to be put together and lined up for lottery.

If he died one day, his soul would be torn into four or five pieces. Would he cosplay that Magnus? He couldn't even think about it...

He could only lower his head and work, putting his random thoughts behind him. After all, living in the present is what a soldier should think about.

In the garden that has been transformed from a "lush and green" place into a charred battlefield, the polluted green river has dried up, and large areas of polluted rotten soil have turned into charred soil. It looks like nothing can be grown there for at least 300 years.

But now, when the flames began to burn the road clean, Taylor saw a faint road formed by the ashes in the dark.

It was a winding line of ashes gathering into an abnormal, continuous line, heading towards the side of the garden.

This place is actually not that big, because it is only a part of the Infinite Garden of the Kind Father, but the roads here are still tortuous and complicated, full of the disordered characteristics of the subspace.

Even if the poisonous weeds and rotten wood that blocked their vision had dispersed, it would still take quite a while to find the real exit.

Taylor now spoke to Sister Silent.

"Ma'am, look, is this a new trap or is it the Emperor's guidance?"

"We can't follow Donkugas. Maybe this is our last chance..."

"But is it possible that this is just something that misleads us?"

The woman told Taylor using sign language.

"No trace of psychic energy."

This gave him a bit of reassurance, at least it was much better than walking around like a headless fly.

Franstan is now moving forward along the ashes. Perhaps Nurgle has been angry to death. The flowers, plants and trees that he has worked so hard to maintain are not only burned, but have even become clues for the Imperials to find the location of his crucible.

The emperor's move was simply murderous and heartbreaking, adding insult to injury, and extremely vicious!
Taylor's idea is very simple.

That's the feeling.

As expected of the waaaghboss I follow, the emperor is both violent and cunning!
There was no need to hold back on those chaotic things, and Taylor didn't even feel satisfied just burning the flowers, plants, and trees.

He feels itchy if he doesn't smash that broken pot today!

As the crew moved forward along the road covered with ashes, after the tracks crushed the last trace of ashes, a new road with golden light appeared before people.

They were almost held in the air by a mysterious force, walking slowly downwards.

At this moment, Taylor saw the battlefield, but it was not the one he was fighting, but a battle line filled with Ultramarines and Titans.

A dark green giant was currently battling several golden-armored guards, while Guilliman stood on the high wall of the distant city, witnessing his brother being defeated.

But when Ku'gath arrived with the Plague Cauldron, everything changed.

Mortarion's power grew stronger beside the Crucible, and the blessing of Chaos trembled within the Primarch!
He instantly defeated several of the advancing guards, shouting, "Ku'gath, too slow! This is the last day!"

"Give me the plague!"

Ku'gath ran forward breathlessly, but at this moment an Imperial engine fell from the sky and hit Ku'gath.

Franstein smashed the cauldron on the big demon with a puff sound, and the crucible fell from Kugath's back and rolled far away.

On the battlefield filled with scorched brown mud, the loving father's cauldron rolled several times like a broken piece, and then slowly began to break...

(End of this chapter)