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

Chapter 876 Slaanesh: I Will Lead the Way in Assisting the Attack

The three Primarchs, Ryan, Chagatai, and Ruth, who were initially feeling regretful and depressed about missing out on many major events, instantly perked up when they heard that the Emperor was going to take them on a great adventure.

This plan was so audacious it bordered on madness: to delve into the heart of the Chaos God's domain, steal His beloved Elsa right under Nurgle's nose, and burn His garden in the process.

Even the Primarchs felt a profound shock that came from the depths of their souls.

But the absolute confidence and vengeful pleasure in the emperor's words ignited the flames in their hearts.

Is there anything more exciting or glorious than this? The Emperor personally led the charge, placing a huge humiliation of defeat directly on Nurgle's head, one that the fat man could never wash away.

Such an opportunity might only come once in ten thousand years.

"Hahaha!!" Lemanrus was the first to burst into wild laughter, his eyes burning with bloodlust and madness.

"Burn down Nurgle's Garden and steal His Elsa? That would be amazing! A million times more exciting than killing black bean sprouts in the Comoros!"

“The three of us missed out on those glories, but the Father made up for it by giving us even greater glories. The Father truly loves us.”

The straightforwardness and passion of the Fenris people also influenced Ryan and Chagatai Khan.

Ryan Johnson took a deep breath. The Emperor's Scavenger was equally moved. He said in a deep voice, "The Dark Angels will always respond to your will. We will avenge Nurgle's devastation of humanity."

“Nurgle has always affected our world through various diseases and plagues, and the number of people who die from diseases far exceeds the number of people who die from other causes.”

"In Chogoris, what people fear most is not the wolf packs roaming the depths of the grasslands, nor the storms and lightning that can easily destroy tribes and kill humans."

Chagatai Khan seemed to remember something and let out a long sigh.

"It is disease and injury. Even the strongest war eagle, once infected with disease, can only fall into the mud and can no longer fight the storm."

"And now, we are going to fight the source of the disease, which is incredibly inspiring!"

Luo Xi knew that at this point, there was no way to persuade the emperor, so he could only bite the bullet and accompany him.

When it comes to raiding Nurgle's Realm, the Emperor is the absolute main force, while the others at most play a supporting role.

"Time is of the essence. Nurgle's attention will not be distracted by the Heart of Plague for long, nor will Slaanesh's desires last forever. Let's set off now."

The emperor's body was once again engulfed in a dazzling golden light, even more intense and concentrated than before.

He enveloped the three Primarchs, along with Lothie who was standing nearby, in golden light, and then followed the cracks in the network channels damaged by the Cataclysm into the turbulent aetheric currents of the warp.

This was also a strange experience for Loxi. Although with his abilities, he could already walk in the High Heavens in his physical body, the warp contamination and malicious entities that would be deadly to mortals had little effect on him.

As soon as the Emperor left the Net Path, the golden light suddenly became even deeper and more vast, as if it had transformed into a black hole that devoured everything.

Endless subspace energy, the raging aether that constitutes the essence of chaos, and the ocean formed by countless negative emotional energies were forcibly devoured and absorbed by the Emperor, flowing into the Emperor's psionic domain like rivers flowing into the sea.

Before facing Horus, the Emperor devoured warp energy without restraint in order to increase his chances of victory, turning himself into a dark, lifeless sphere.

It was only through the joint efforts of Macardo, Roche, Olpeson, and others that the Emperor abandoned this extremely dangerous idea.

But now, having completely suppressed and locked down the Dark Lord, the Emperor, having absorbed warp energy, no longer needs to worry about transforming into the Chaos God who symbolizes end and death.

His power continued to expand, and in the chaotic and turbulent highest heaven, the black hole that was constantly devouring spiritual energy collapsed to its limit, transforming instead into a golden sun radiating a cold light.

"This is the Trinity that Neos spoke of. He did indeed divide himself into Emperor-God-Dark King, but that does not mean that he has lost those powers forever."

“When he needs it, he can borrow power from ‘himself’ and return it after he’s done using it. In this way, he can leverage the greatest power at the lowest cost.”

"In order to deliver a devastating blow to Nurgle's Realm, the Emperor has pushed himself to his peak condition before the war even begins..."

All psykers can only unleash their true power in the warp.

And when this psionicist is an emperor, the shock is amplified to the extreme.

The Emperor's voice, like thunder at the dawn of the universe, resounded throughout the subspace.

He is no longer simply the Lord of Humanity; at this moment, he is a trinity embodying the will of humanity driving the power of the God-Emperor while simultaneously restraining the power to end darkness.

Terrifying power gathered in his hand, and the Emperor's Sword, burning with golden flames, shone brightly, its runes blazing like a supernova explosion.

Guided by the Emperor's power, the group arrived at a decaying garden filled with death and plague in a very short time.

When Nurgle's Gardens came into view, everyone was deeply awestruck by this enormous, seemingly endless realm.

It is like a boundless continent, or a complete world that is self-contained.

Countless buzzing plague flies swarmed in the garden sky, while twisted, rotting branches and tangled vines clung to the garden floor.

Countless Nurgle demons dwell here, from the most ordinary Nurgle spirits to the massive, mountain-sized Great Unclean Ones, their numbers dense and uncountable.

Filthy clouds of spores continuously erupted from the ground, mixing with the foul-smelling wind and seeping into the viscous rivers of pus, creating a scene more terrifying than any hell imaginable.

An endless aura of despair spread from this place, reaching into the subspace and the real universe.

The golden light emanating from the emperor tore through the clouds formed by the toxic spores and plague mist, revealing the true appearance of the garden to everyone.

A primal aversion and hatred welled up in Rose's heart, a raw reaction to decay, decay, disease, and suffering that all life could empathize with.

“That building is…” Suddenly, a wooden house that looked quite different from its surroundings appeared before Rosie’s eyes.

The wooden house is made of rotten wood as its main material, with broken mud walls underneath. Just one glance is enough to give people a strong spiritual shock, as if their souls are about to melt and decay.

“That is where Nurgle resides, the source of all disease and decay,” the Emperor replied.

"Although it looks like an ordinary little house, it is the heart and source of this plague garden."

Every fungus, every vine, every tile, every piece of decaying wood that grows on it represents a special concept.

The Emperor's words gradually became abstract and difficult to understand, but this was an inevitable consequence of the nature of the Chaos God.

If one can fully comprehend the essence of a chaotic evil god, then in the instant of comprehension, one will be assimilated by that mysterious concept.

“Nurgle has already discovered us, but His power is still confined to the warp near Comoros and has not yet returned to His own realm.”

"The Plague Garden is currently at its weakest point in terms of defense for us."

The Lord of Mankind raised the Emperor's Sword and slashed it down fiercely at the filthy, sticky plague garden in front of him, which exuded endless morbid vitality and an aura of despair!
boom--

The Emperor was still far from the Plague Garden, but the devastating strike seemed to explode in the consciousness of every living being with a soul.

A massive golden blade of light, formed purely from the fusion of the Emperor's will, the light of the God Emperor's faith, and the power of the end of darkness, traversed the sea of ​​souls, striking the barrier of the Plague Garden—a barrier composed of countless rotting fungal carpets, writhing pustules, and desperate souls—like a giant axe splitting the heavens and earth.

The barrier of Nurgle's Realm was torn open like a red-hot knife cutting into solidified grease, with a sizzling, ear-piercing corrosive sound, leaving a huge, terrifying rift with molten golden flames flowing along its edges.

The native inhabitants of the Plague Garden, who were already screaming in agony under the Emperor's Light, have now fallen completely silent.

The rotting swamp steamed with colorful poisonous gas, and the huge, twisted plague flowers withered completely.

The swollen corpses floating in the pus-filled river turned to dust, and countless Nurgles were evaporated alive in the pustules. The Great Unclean dragged their bloated bodies, searching for a cave in the garden to escape their doom.

All Loshi and the others could hear was the explosion of flames burning the garden, and the mournful howls of countless Nurgle demons echoing from the shadows.

Even the composed Rose couldn't help but burst into wild laughter at this moment.

These warp demons, they've finally met their end?

It has always been a world where warp demons harass and destroy humanity, but now the tables have turned, and it is their turn to cry and wail here.

They boast of how noble and transcendent they are, but in the face of real death, they are no different from a scoundrel whose toes have been stepped on.

The instant the Emperor's devastating blow tore through the Garden Barrier, Nurgle reacted violently, like a fat man whose vital spot had been stabbed.

In the warp currents near the ruins of Comoros, Nurgle, who was filled with anger and sorrow over the death of Kugas and the loss of the Heart of Plague, suddenly froze, his sluggish thoughts.

"Do not!!"

He sensed a force filled with deadly hostility and absolute destruction raging in His most beloved garden.

The excruciating pain that tore apart the barrier, the flames that burned creation, were like the most vicious curse, branded directly onto His heart.

"No!! My garden!!"

A roar filled with endless pain, rage, and disbelief reverberated through the warp, like the tolling of countless plague bells.

Nurgle's enormous, pus-drenched body immediately turned around and rushed back to His domain to extinguish the damned flames and crush those audacious humans.

However, it wasn't just Nurgle who noticed that the Emperor was raiding the Plague Gardens.

A phantom, more eerie than the most dazzling aurora and more deadly than the sweetest poison, coiled around Nurgle's massive body in an instant, like the most nimble venomous snake.

"Oh dear, my dear, clumsy brother."

Slaanesh's voice, filled with boundless allure and wicked pleasure, resounded directly in Nurgle's consciousness, like the most tender whisper of a lover, yet carrying the coldest mockery.

"Where are you in such a hurry to go? Don't you want the Heart of Plague anymore? It's in the web of Comoros; just reach out and you'll be able to reach it..."

"Oh, my bad, I forgot your arms are short and thick, you can't reach them at all~"

Slaanesh's gloating only fueled Nurgle's fury.

Countless psionic chains, shimmering with pinkish-purple light and composed of pure, unrestrained power, appeared out of thin air on Nurgle's illusory body.

This was not intended to cause any real harm, but rather, like the thickest glue, it cleverly entangled and hindered the movement of the grime's massive body.

At the same time, Slaanesh beckoned with his finger to create countless illusions filled with extreme temptation and pain—scenes of the Plague Garden burning fiercely and countless Nurgle demons dying tragically, attempting to interfere with Nurgle's will.

"Your most beloved children are crying, their bodies are burning, they are dying irreversibly..."

"They are howling and calling for your help, hoping that you can descend like a divine warrior and defeat the humans."

"Where is your loving father? Why don't you protect them? What exactly are you protecting?"

"How absurd, how ridiculous... how utterly laughable!"

Slaanesh may seem like a comforting gesture, but in reality, it's like dancing on the wounds of a scoundrel and then pouring concentrated sulfuric acid on them to irritate their nerves.

"Get out of here! You wicked slut!"

"I swear in the name of [Rotten Depravity], if you dare to stop me again, we'll fight to the death!"

Nurgle roared with a deep, thunderous fury, attempting to erode the chains with the power of plague and decay.

He was so anxious that He swore on His own throne of essence to intimidate Slaanesh into getting out of the way and not bothering Him to return to the Plague Garden.

But how could Slaanesh be so easily intimidated? In terms of deterrence, Nurgle is far inferior to Khorne. Slaanesh dares to provoke Khorne without any bottom line, let alone Nurgle.

He was like a master of amusement; the more anxious Nurgle was, the more he laughed and rolled around on the ground.

"Hehehe~ Don't be angry~"

Slaanesh laughed heartily in front of Nurgle, his beautiful face full of schadenfreude. He casually pulled a handful of Eldar snacks from his pocket, tossed them into his mouth like gossips, and slowly chewed and enjoyed them.

"How about this, if you agree to one condition, I will stop bothering you and will even join forces with you to deal with the cursed."

“Give me Elsa. She should have been mine. I slaughtered the entire Pantheon, but I spared Elsa so that she could stay with me forever.”

"But what have you done? You hid her in that stinking place and fed her your damn, foul-smelling, rotten soup every day?!"

Slaanesh screamed, his voice echoing far and wide in the warp. Even the fleeing Victor and his companions felt a sharp pain in their souls and nearly fainted.

"That's only possible, Elsa is mine!"

"None of you can take Elsa away. I love her so much, how could she leave me?"

"The outside world is too dangerous. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You just want to completely toy with and desecrate Aisha, and then, like you devoured the other Elven gods, skin her alive and eat her bones!"

Nurgle's voice even carried a hint of a sob; this warp god, known for his mercy, had completely lost his composure.

For every second that is delayed, His garden will suffer for a minute, and countless children will die in agony.

He knew that the Emperor's target was Elsa, but He could not make a choice no matter what.

Whether it's the Emperor taking Elsa away or Slaanesh taking Elsa away, it's an outcome that He absolutely cannot accept.

Slaanesh held similar thoughts, but he was more decisive than Nurgle.

He would rather the Emperor rescue Elsa than have her remain in the hands of Nurgle, that "stinking fat man," to be slowly humiliated.

The Dark Prince still remembered how Nurgle had attacked him and taken Elsa away from him when he was newly born and still weak.

This humiliation had been nailed to His heart and He could not let it go until now. He was now slightly pulling it out and He was enjoying the twisted pleasure of being anxious for Nurgle but being held back by Him.

Perhaps His act of holding back Nurgle is a form of indirect loyalty assistance, but as long as it disgusts Nurgle, then so be it; a lose-lose situation is better than a lose-lose situation for Him alone.

On the other side, the Emperor did not waste the precious time that Slaanesh had bought for him. The Dark Prince could not stop the enraged Nurgle indefinitely, after all, He would not really suffer a great loss of energy just to stop Nurgle.

After all, if the emperor gains too much, Slaanesh will also become dissatisfied.

Despite the fact that Nurgle and Slaanesh are currently locked in a fierce battle, they will once again unite closely as long as the threat from the Emperor increases.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Emperor, along with the three Primarchs and Lothie, transformed into a burning golden comet and charged fiercely into the depths of Nurgle's Realm through the rift.

"Burn them all!" the emperor said grimly.

Suddenly, golden flames similar to those of the Emperor erupted from everyone's bodies. The Cold Sun lent its power to the three Primarchs and Lothie, enabling them to cause maximum destruction in the shortest amount of time.

Only then did Rosie realize why the Emperor insisted on bringing them along.

That's because the God Emperor's power has become so great that, while amplifying the Emperor, it can also amplify others.

Ryan Johnson was the first to respond. The psionic flames on his lion sword surged instantly, transforming into a purifying torrent that swept across a vast plague forest that resembled a living tumor.

The twisted trees touched by the flames let out a mournful wail and turned to ashes in the holy golden flames.

Lemanrus let out a deafening wolf howl, and the icy Fenris frost combined strangely with the purifying golden flames bestowed by the Emperor. Wherever it passed, the boiling swamp of pus froze instantly, but within it burned a terrifying flame.

Chagatai Khan had transformed into a blazing thunderbolt, traversing the vast plague garden with unparalleled mobility.

The warhawk's silhouette trailed a continuously spreading wall of fire, and a line of fire quickly appeared in Nurgle Garden, heading straight for the decaying hut.

Loxi even experienced the feeling of being possessed by a god-emperor. The power of his authority surged rapidly in a short period of time. Even a casually flicked psionic lightning bolt was enough to completely annihilate and erase a great unclean being.

"I have never shown my full power in the warp."

"The real universe still limits the power ceiling of psionicists, but here... I feel omnipotent!"

Under Lothie's influence, the decaying plants, swamps, and metals in Nurgle Garden were extracted.

One after another, war machines comparable to Emperor-level Titans unleashed destructive firepower in all directions in an instant.

The emperor watched with satisfaction as his comrades performed well; he did not like the feeling of fighting alone.

It's great now, everyone can set fires to Nurgle's Garden to their heart's content.

As the leader of humanity, it's impossible for him to take on such a great opportunity all by himself.

Look at Ryan, this Emperor's Cleaner already has an extremely strong desire for destruction, and now when he sets fires, he is exceptionally ruthless and thorough, faster than Rus and Chagatai combined.

The entire Plague Garden was plunged into an unprecedented inferno.

For many years, even during the chaotic battles of the four Chaos Gods, Plague Gardens rarely ended up in its current state.

Golden flames spread across the filthy earth, burning away millions of years of accumulated filth and purifying endless decay.

Those twisted creations that symbolized Nurgle's "love" and "life" met their utter end in the fire of absolute purification.

For outsiders who accidentally find themselves trapped in Nurgle Gardens, the Emperor's purifying fire is a form of liberation.

Here, death has completely departed from distortion; even if the body rots and the soul decays, one will still eke out a living in a state of mere lingering existence.

Furthermore, due to the distortion of Nurgle's power, these creatures are unaware that there is anything wrong with them.

Many of the Death Guards left in the gardens even awoke to their own consciousness after the Emperor's Fire ignited on their bodies, only to be met with immense fear and pain as they saw their own decaying and loathsome bodies.

"Your Majesty, what foolish thing have we done..."

They deliberately rushed into the flames, completely annihilating their depravity and corruption.

The Emperor casually took away the souls of those fallen Death Guardians; they would not be forgiven, but they would be given utter death and peace.

He scanned the entire garden and locked onto an area covered by countless layers of enormous thorns covered in poisonous barbs and dripping with corrosive slime.

Within the thorns, a faint yet incredibly pure life force emanated, standing out starkly against the surrounding filthy environment.

That was Aisha, the imprisoned life goddess of the Elven race.

"This is it." The Emperor's gaze was piercing, and the Imperial Sword in his hand once again slashed towards the cage imprisoning Aisha.

He didn't use any fancy techniques; he simply poured all the terrifying power he possessed—the power of the three powers combined—into the sword without reservation.

The filthy thorns, meticulously arranged by Nurgle and powerful enough to imprison even gods, emitted a shrill scream and writhed wildly like living creatures, but under the absolute power of the Emperor's Sword, they quickly withered and turned to ashes.

Inside, a figure radiating a soft, emerald-green light was revealed.

She was curled up, her figure somewhat ethereal, as if she might vanish at any moment, her whole body radiating weakness and exhaustion from being imprisoned and eroded for so long.

However, when the cage shattered and the emperor's dazzling golden light shone upon her, Aisha's tightly closed eyes struggled to open.

What kind of eyes are those?
Like the purest jade, it contains the mystery of the origin of life and endless sorrow.

Aisha's gaze pierced through the burning Nurgle Garden and the chaotic battlefield, finally settling on the Emperor.

"Are you here to kill me, human god?" Aisha asked, the person before her not being a member of the Elven race.

The emperor remained silent, only extending his hand enveloped in golden light.

A gentle yet sturdy shield made of pure psychic energy instantly enveloped Aisha's fragile divine essence, protecting her from the corrosive influence of the outside world.

"Let's go, retreat immediately." The Emperor's voice rang in everyone's ears.

Almost at the same moment Aisha was rescued, Nurgle, who had been briefly entangled by Slaanesh, went completely berserk.

He sensed Elsa's departure; His beloved Elsa, who could have completed His cycle of life, corruption, and death, had been taken away by the Emperor!
“Ah ...

Nurgle's roar was filled with pain and madness, and the warp trembled violently with it, as if it were about to collapse completely.

No longer caring about Slaanesh's harassment, His filthy divine power erupted like a tsunami, forcefully shattering Slaanesh's psychic chains, and His enormous body charged recklessly toward the heart of the garden.

Slaanesh also let Nurgle go, as he had no desire to fight this fatso to the death.

Moreover, since Elsa has already left the Plague Garden, He can also compete for Elsa's ownership.

The Emperor shielded Elsa's cocoon of light with one hand, and raised the Emperor's Sword high once more with the other.

Without Slaanesh's interference, Nurgle returned to his realm of gods almost instantly.

His homeland is burning, and countless of His beloved children have already died.

Nurgle's power returned to the decaying hut in the center of the garden, merging with His true form.

An even more powerful roar of anger came from inside the house, as Nurgle, now back to his full strength, was enraged like never before.

The entire garden was shaking, and the power of the plague god poured out, desperately trying to extinguish the raging fire.

The burning wood was extinguished by the rotting pus, but it still emitted thick smoke. Its interior had been burned away, and it was now just barely clinging to life.

"Father!"

"Father is back!"

Those unclean beings who were burned and howled in agony could no longer bear it and began to weep to their gods.

Nurgle opened his decaying hut, allowing the unclean ones to take refuge there temporarily, while he himself grabbed the cauldron he used to study the plague and rushed out following Aisha's scent.

"Come back, Elsa!"

"This is the only safe place for you. Everyone outside wants to kill you, but I will always love you!"

"Don't be foolish! Slaanesh is waiting for you!"

Nurgle's call reached Aisha's ears, and a hint of reluctance appeared on the Eldar goddess's face.

Contrary to the popular belief that Elsa hated Nurgle because of her imprisonment and forced feeding, Elsa did not actually hate Nurgle.

Besides their corrupt and dead aspects, Nurgle also has a life aspect, which is the same as Elsa's nature; they are inherently attracted to each other.

However, Nurgle's obsession with life and decay led him to refuse death, causing a malfunction in the cycle of life.

Aisha always hoped to correct Negro and make Him a true God of life.

"Don't be stupid. If you dare to go back to the Plague Gardens, I'll throw you right into Slaanesh's hands."

"Miss Aisha, you don't want to fall into Slaanesh's hands, do you?"

The emperor's cold voice echoed in Aisha's mind, directly extinguishing the goddess's reluctance with a chilling threat.

Elsa bit her lip, steeled her heart, and ignored Nurgle's call.

(End of this chapter)