This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 401 Come on, let's begin our first deathmatch!

The wall that had been preventing the real universe from wielding its sword against the subspace collapsed with a deafening roar.

Now that the garden is wide open and the enemy is right in front of them, the rest will be done cleanly and efficiently.

Destruction, just as all of humanity itself had anticipated.
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Splash, splash~
A light, drizzling rain began to fall from the sky.

A silver-gray knight stepped out from behind a curtain of smoke and ash.

They waded through the gradually burning stream, their halberds flashing with lightning, pointing diagonally as the rain carried away decaying matter.

The moment the voice echoed back into their minds, the Nurgle horde and their current leader had already abandoned any idea of ​​plotting or even a successful one.

Thiel Preger stood before the smoke and dust, watching everything ignite before him, feeling his connection to the infected creatures of the real universe gradually weaken, and could easily see that his mission seemed to have failed.

No one expected that humanity would be able to avoid choosing between two evils under such circumstances, either going to provide support despite the pressure of the plague or abandoning support to focus on internal affairs.

They played a card that no one had played in billions of years, choosing to kill the person who raised the question between two options.

Let them know through our actions that even the realm of the gods is no longer safe.

huh-huh-

The rain of decay grew ever heavier, contrasting with the flames, like two gods of unfathomable heights locked in battle. As the Great Demon Nurgle looked ahead and became clearer, he realized that the exciting promises made during the initial planning had vanished into thin air.

But that’s not the most important thing.

Thiel Preger stood frozen in place for several seconds before being jolted awake by the stinging pain, opening his mouth in disbelief.

"It's you?!"

This figure evoked painful memories for countless demons, experiences they could never forget.

It was just an ordinary trip, far from the great game, filled with endless joy, and I was about to spread fatherly care into the real universe, but I was captured by the ultimate fear that roamed in the warp.

The Great Demon was shattered on the spot, and everything that made it up turned into pure spiritual energy. The believers who were not closely connected with the Father were all abducted, along with the believers in the real universe who had taken a long time to win over, and were eliminated by the various institutions in the real universe that arrived in time.

In the end, only a handful of people returned, frantically pleading with their beloved father, turning countless comrades who valued their brothers and compatriots into a laughingstock for others.

Wow!

Wooden oars, poisonous clouds, and plague attacked together, and the storm formed from the condensation of decay swallowed Ramses' body in the blink of an eye.

But after a few fleeting moments, an invisible distortion and deflection appeared on the other side, and the formless and shapeless Lord and His demon army appeared.

"Yo~"

Ramses waved his hand, and the golden light that kept invading the garden from the other side of the sky made him shine.

He constantly observed the reaction in this area.

Nurgle has clearly sensed their arrival and is currently counterattacking. The main force has been blocked by the Emperor, but the Emperor still has a large number of normal personalities accumulated over the years, allowing him to exert his abilities at crucial moments.

"Pity."

No one expected these big demons to be so fast; they all got wet faster than anyone else.

He thought to himself, "Mortalian and the other Archdemons obviously have more important things to do, and they probably won't be coming this time, at least not now."

"The next wave of support troops can be dispatched, so the Emperor doesn't need to play its next card."

If a sneak attack fails, then switch to a full-scale assault; a fight is inevitable anyway.

Arthur replied, “I will begin to reduce the power and gradually transfer the energy supply of the ‘Probe’ to the ‘Burner’ fragments. If Nurgle chooses to let those Greater Demons retreat, then we will continue to apply pressure and see if the benevolent father truly loves his children without end.”

"Row."

Ramses maintained his smile.

He wasn't in a hurry to cross the boundary set by Nurgle, unless the guy in front of him turned and ran away. But rather than observing, he was threatening.

You can run with it, and I'll chase you as far as you can.

It's up to you to choose.

wow~
A Tarot card of the Emperor, which was fluttering nearby, flew up and depicted an ordinary middle-aged man with the characteristics of ancient Mesopotamia.

Compared to those icons that are always adorned with countless sacred elements, the emperor himself preferred this kind of image. Although Ramses was not good with words, one of his great strengths was that he could offer plenty of emotional value when asking for favors.

The cards flew through his hand, as if showing off how many cards he had.

This made Ramses appear to be smiling, but to the demons, it only evoked terror.

The group of powerful demons hesitated, hiding outside the no-longer-advancing front line.

hold head high--

From the other side of the castle, a roar rang out.

It is a place that harbors filth.

The Lord of Plague has made his choice.

Thiel Preger's face immediately showed a look of horror.

It could run away no more. As part of the god of corruption, it had to pay the price for its actions. The distance it had fled was already the limit that the Lord of Plague could tolerate, given that the area of ​​the garden occupied by a multitude of overlapping forces.

No evil god would accept the invasion of its territory, not even Nurgle.

In particular, they are spreading death.

Tyree Preger could feel the echoes of those lovely creatures before they died.

Every moment, demons are dying completely.

This enraged the corrupt god who seemed to be living in endless pleasure.

I only poisoned your house to kill you all, how could you break into my house and kill my people?
"Fuck you!"

Phew!

Gabriel Seth, the chapter leader of the Flesh-Tearers and the leader of the Angel's Tears, cleaved a wailing Nurgle demon in two with his sword and spat.

For some unknown reason, although his emotions were still filled with bloodthirsty rage, Seth was unable to muster even the slightest bloodlust in this decaying matter.

This allowed his brain to analyze the battlefield more intuitively, and even to think about the significance of their battle. Seth was able to observe the battlefield through the tactical analysis instruments that were still operating on the side of his field of vision.

He could see the demons gathering after a brief period of chaos, and the sky was raining down corrupting rain that sizzled as it touched the flames on his armor. Data was constantly being projected onto his retina, assisting Astartes in analyzing the battle situation.

The surrounding demons began to retaliate. At Nurgle's command, these wailing demons, driven by despair and resentment, waded through the flames and charged toward them.

The sheer number was terrifying; those enormous, unclean beings, accompanied by all sorts of filthy demons, stretched across the entire field of vision, layer upon layer.

Seth swore that he could never finish cutting them all in his lifetime.

This is a loving father's garden, and no child can remain uninvolved.

A loving father won't save a child who can't do things right. Even when a loving father distributes love equally to every living being, there are still differences. The influence of the cursed must not be allowed to spread any further!
Nuguri demons kept passing by, like those thrown at Tyrell Pregg as he shakily picked up a wooden paddle, and then charged forward the moment Ramses smiled.

After venting their shock and negative emotions through howling, they began to destroy each other with these invaders.

The soldiers rubbed against each other, bumping into each other head-on.

Gunfire and artillery fire assaulted the senses.

The explosion roared, the close-range shot blasting the body into pieces, injuring those around them like fragments from a fragmentation grenade.

Plasma and incendiary weapons unleashed their beams of light atop heavy armor, the blazing beams piercing through the Nagh demons, turning them into scorching torches.

The heavy vehicles fired their cannons at the Nurgle demons' faces, and the phosphorus weapons exploded in the dense biome, plunging the entire 'Tears Plague Swamp' into a sea of ​​fire.

Some Space Marines died standing up; various types of Terminator armor were locked by demons, then corroded, and then shattered like destroyed statues; the bodies of some mortal soldiers, along with their force-feedback armor, exploded on the spot; the swinging iron spikes and bells were so powerful that they were pulverized, leaving only a few fragments.

Flames licked at the remains.

The Nurgle Legion was not without resistance. After a brief period of chaos, the Nurgle horde attempted to dominate the battle with their slow but almost inexhaustible savage power, wielding wooden spikes and anvils at everything around them to overwhelm and crush these Legion warriors from the real universe.

However, the number of Dawnwings was still too small compared to the demons, and many warriors died from simultaneous attacks launched by numerous opponents from all directions.

But Dawnwing has never lacked warriors who can take on a thousand men single-handedly.

They had warriors like Titus, who now wielded the 'Fearless,' forged by the Knight Lord, and slaughtered among the demon hordes with this finely crafted chainsaw sword.

In order to reunite the various chapters that had been almost completely fragmented due to the implementation of the Codex Astartes for ten thousand years, the Dawnwings held a victory celebration, a glorious war, and also established the Unified Ring directly under the Dawnwings, which included recruiting warriors from various chapters who had undergone rigorous selection.

Some were left with Romulus to learn his wisdom and management methods, while others were sent to the battlefield to hone their skills and earn merit alongside their brothers from other warbands.

They also had Hal from the Broken Legion and the ancient warriors under his command, driven by a thirst for revenge.

While their strategists, skilled in strategy but not in warfare, reside in the Glory Queen, relying on their wisdom to wield one of humanity's greatest creations to influence the course of war, these champions, renowned for ten thousand years, put their plans into action with force.

Old, new, past, present.

At this moment, they all came knocking, throwing themselves into this slaughter that could truly inflict damage on the enemy.

Tyrell Preger kept his distance, trying to escape the 'Formless Lord's' retribution as much as possible, and charged into the enemy ranks with a speed that seemed disproportionate to his massive body, wreaking havoc among the crowd.

First minute.

Thiel Preger began to focus his mind, responding to the brilliance of his benevolent father, wielding his weapon, and anticipating a possible reversal on the battlefield.

Second minute.

He began to hide among the corpses, hoping that the Nurgle horde would gain the upper hand.

This is normal, after all, they are Nurgle demons, extensions of the Father, and the most unparalleled creations in the Warp.

They have never been defeated. As the oldest demons, there is no war they cannot win. As time goes by, their opponents will become fewer and fewer, while they will exist forever.

Surrounded by many of the Great Impure Ones, Tyrell Preger began to plot how to break through this line of defense and consider his next move. Perhaps the plague contamination operation initially devised by the Father had already failed, as their plans to control the plague and delay the Dawn Sector were now gradually crumbling under the pressure from both enemies and masters.

But they can also adapt to changing circumstances, or in other words, remain constant in the face of change.

Third minute.

That's what Thiel Preger was thinking.

There are other targets: the Dawn Sector, the Great Rift, Macragge, even Terra, and this creation before us.

He shook off a gray knight who rushed forward from among the corpses, the immense force knocking the warrior to the ground.

The grey knight was swallowed up by layers upon layers of demons in the blink of an eye.

Fourth minute.

He discovered the 'Time Key'.

That was the root of the cursed beings' invasion of the garden, and Tyree Preger was convinced that this was the reason for the invasion, so that should be their final target next.

They will fight their way through, leaving behind the corpses of this rabble, and then seize the cursed instrument, allowing the Father to take control. Then they will be able to end this sudden attack, and the planet in the center of the fiery wasteland will finally be exposed to the Father's gaze.

The great and loving father will surely be able to launch his attack from the eternally dark castle and raze it to the ground.

He will unleash a monumental plague that will annihilate the planet along with the invaders within it.

The fifth minute.

It saw Hepes Simplex, who controlled the herpes, being held down by the Lord of Shadows.

The great demon reacted a bit slower and did not immediately escape the area occupied by the cursed beings, thus becoming completely surrounded.

The ravens broke through the demon's defenses. These ravens, transformed from the super ravens who died ten thousand years ago, assisted their genetic father in tearing apart the Nurgle army's guards. Then, the terrifying creations, far exceeding those of ordinary demons, pounced forward, tearing them apart and allowing the ravens to devour them.

Then, under the guidance of the father of genetics, they once again retreated into the shadows, waiting for the next opportunity.

This time, these loyal warriors no longer have any so-called physical mutations.

This terrible loss is permanent; the plague that once plagued it will no longer be under its control. At the very moment this great demon dies completely, the plagues that are ravaging the real universe will be resisted by 'scientific' means.

Perhaps the Lord of Plague will expend its power in the future to recreate a demon, but that demon will no longer be its departed companion.

Thiel Preger felt as if he could see his own future.

Sixth minute.

The roars of slaughter never ceased; on the contrary, they grew even more intense as the enemy's formation began to compress.

Thiel Preger began to reanalyze the current situation.

Being good at thinking is a good thing. Although there are always wicked demons who will seize the opportunity to think and spew some bad ideas, it is precisely his ability to think that has allowed him to go through the long Nurgle life step by step, stand out from the competition of countless brothers and sisters, and become the Great Impure One who is loved by the Father.

He began to realize he was exhausted, something he should have realized when he first started his escape.

This is a rather strange experience, one they have never felt before and are naturally unable to adapt to.

This caused their once-proud, endless offensive to slow down and weaken. Some of their brethren even died as vital organs rotted and fell off, only to be killed by humans who were also weakened by pain but had a stronger will. Even the Nurgle horde, known for their resilience, could not gain the upper hand in this brief war of attrition.

He ordered his surviving men to retreat, shortened the offensive route, and began to focus on defense.

Yes, Nurgle demons don't get carried away like other demons, nor are they blinded by unstable emotions.

They are warriors who grow wiser with the passage of time, able to interpret the pulse of life and take corresponding actions to maximize benefits and minimize harm.

Seventh minute.

When this counterattack showed signs of stabilization amidst the back-and-forth struggle.

Thiel Preger realized he was going to die.

(End of this chapter)