Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 612 Aisha's Call (Please subscribe)
As Roche finished his words, witnessed by the Eldar God of Laughter and the Human Emperor, the first cooperation between the two races after their union was successfully finalized.

“Although I don’t know when the time you are talking about is, but if that day really comes and we are able to rescue your goddess Aisha from the clutches of Nurgle, then humans will never sit idly by.”

Roshi assured, with the Primarchs standing behind him in a supportive manner.

Unknowingly, Roche had established a deep friendship with these loyal Primarchs. From the first time he met Guilliman to the present, Roche could not help but have mixed emotions.

Meeting is so wonderful. A group of like-minded people come together under the arrangement of fate and continue to work hand in hand for a common goal.

"Okay, enough nonsense, let's get started, maybe it's not too late now."

The power of the God of Laughter in Hilandri dissipated, and she returned to her original cold and aloof appearance.

In fact, they also wanted to disrupt Nurgle's plans. This was not to show goodwill to humans, but purely because if the God of Plague obtained a Primarch, it would give the Eldar another difficult enemy.

The greatest enemy of the Eldar is the Prince of Pleasure, but that doesn't mean the other Chaos Gods are not enemies. They are just less threatening than Slaanesh.

Because of Aisha's existence, the Lord of Plague has always hoped that her offspring could be around him so that this goddess who cries every day can be happier.

Nurgle's followers have always hoped to attract more Eldar to join the Plague Gardens and become a loving family.

But for the Eldar, this is a death sentence. Everyone knows the consequences of living in the Plague Garden.
As Uslan said, chaos is the common enemy of all life in the real universe, and any opportunity to weaken the enemy's power is a good thing for them.

The Veilwalkers brought out a special Eldar woman from the Eldar delegation.

Luo Xi took a closer look and found that this Eldar woman did not look like an Ark Eldar, because she was not wearing armor or robes made of elf bones, but a dress made of vines.

But what’s interesting is that the vine robe on her body is not a dead object. Luo Xi can even see the lush green leaves above it and smell a faint fragrance of grass.

It was like a meadow just covered with dew, a forest just after a thunderstorm, and the clear wind brought the breath of the wilderness.

Chagatai Khan even closed his eyes. At this moment, he recalled his home planet Chogoris, which was also a beautiful and primitive planet.

Generation after generation of humans roamed on that planet covered with grasslands, and tribe after tribe were born and died there from generation to generation.

Unfortunately, ever since he followed the Emperor to embark on the Great Crusade, he was destined to never be able to return to the leisurely and comfortable days he once had.

The galaxy is burning, and no one knows whether this war launched by chaos against the real universe will ever truly end.

Defeating Horus is not a sign of victory. As long as Chaos' ambitions for the real universe are not completely ended, even without Horus, there will be other ambitious people who are deceived and enslaved by Chaos.

"Lilith comes from a wild Eldar world that believes in the goddess of life, Aisha. However, her home world has been destroyed by Chaos. Prince Joy's followers found it and burned it down."

Luo Xi looked at the elf woman who had lost her home with some pity.

I have to admit that this Lilith is the most beautiful Eldar that Luo Xi has ever seen, especially the tenacious resilience of her life, which gives people a different feeling.

Lilith wore a wreath made of vines and flowers on her forehead, and her face was painted with strange totems that Luo Xi could not understand. She had firm eyes and walked out from her tribe without any fear.

"We will help Lilith get in touch with Aisha whom they believe in. The goddess of life will intervene in this matter." Hilandri said.

"But we can't guarantee whether we will succeed. Anyway, we will try our best. Whether it succeeds or not depends on our luck."

"That's natural. This is a matter of trying to get something out of the fire. Even if you fail, that's a high probability event. No one will blame you." Luo Xi said with a smile.

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The Warp, Plague Garden.

This is a rotten garden of unknown size. Even in the infinitely vast subspace, it is a rare and huge existence.

Endless foul and corrupt air spread from it, and even the surging current of the ether wave fell into a strange stagnation here.

Nurgle, one of the four great gods, represents disease, decay, despair, destruction, death, and rebirth. Even compared to the other three Warp Powers, Nurgle's garden occupies the largest space, which is closely related to Nurgle's concept of "equal treatment".

Although Nurgle is the god of death and decay, he is also the god of rebirth. Its essence is the wonderful cycle of birth and decay of life.

For this reason, when a life falls into despair, as long as he calls for help and prays, the loving Father will respond warmly, no matter whether the other party is a bacterium, a virus, or any other kind of life.

Anyone can join the Father's garden and find a place of their own in this land of mercy.

Many rotten rivers flow through the miasma-filled forests, mountains covered with sores and herpes slowly wriggle their bodies, and countless Nurglings and plague demons travel through them, happily spending day after day in joyful laughter and playfulness.

Here, every demon has the same status. They are all children of a loving father, but some children are more favored while others are more withdrawn.

However, in this strange and decayed garden, some things that seem out of tune with the surrounding environment are particularly eye-catching.

It was a very large ship. There was no beautiful skin or flesh on its surface. The cold and hard metallic luster stung the eyes of the Nurgle demons.

The Children of the Kind Father do not like these, they prefer ships that are completely made of flesh and blood, or simply travel in the stomachs of other Nurgle demons.

This big ship has a very famous name in the human world: Endurance.

This Queen of Glory-class battleship with a dark green bow and an overall appearance like a carefully crafted dagger is the Death Guard flagship that disappeared after wandering in the warp.

She was like a giant stranded whale, half of her hull sunk in the dirty mud, her body being twisted by the power of the Father's Garden.

Some jelly-like flesh with mucus and a foul smell spread over the steel skeleton, and even blood vessels and organ tissues grew out of it.

An indescribable atmosphere of despair enveloped this huge ship, and the many smaller warships were even worse off and had been completely assimilated and eroded by the garden.

Some Nurgle darts wallow in the blood and ichor of flesh in the scars of larger Nurgle daemons.

They enjoy the feeling of germs growing. The joy of prosperity and growth of all things always makes the Nurglings have a creepy smile on their faces.

They cheered, sang, and clapped to celebrate the changes that had taken place aboard the Endurance.

There will be more new friends in the garden. The big family of the loving father is growing stronger and stronger, and his children are extremely proud of him.

Inside the battleship's cabin, there was an even more horrific mess. Many mortal servants had become one with the battleship through their flesh and blood. They no longer felt pain, only warm pleasure filled their bodies.

The flesh and blood withered, rotted and died, but what they saw were scenes of vitality.

In the deepest part of the battleship, the master of the Death Guard, the Emperor's fourteenth son, Mortarion, was still struggling to hold on.

He held the sickle Silence in both hands and had the alien pistol Pluto hanging on his waist. Whenever disgusting flesh and blood grew on the power armor, he would use Silence to cut it off without hesitation.

The Lord of Death's powerful resilience and vitality have become his fatal weaknesses at this moment, which means that his torture will be unusually long, the disease is growing in his body, his flesh and blood are mutating and decaying, and the light in front of his eyes is getting dimmer.

But he still persisted, but it seemed like a pointless delay.

"Do not……"

"I will never give in..."

Mortarion was talking to himself, reinforcing his convictions.

"I can help you."

Suddenly, a strange female voice sounded quietly in his ears, which instantly startled the Lord of Death's confused mind.

(End of this chapter)