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Chapter 318 The Plague War
In an unknown galaxy, reality suddenly became distorted.

The nearby Imperial reconnaissance satellites immediately issued an alert.

Suddenly, a crack appeared, from which an eerie magical light surged forth.

The next second, all of these detection satellites were swallowed up.

A colossal warship covered in flesh and eyeballs flew out from the crack.
It was the flagship of the Deathguard Primarch, the Toughness.

After ten thousand years of warp corruption,

Even if the creator of the Resilient were to reappear at this point,
It is estimated that it would be impossible to recognize this former Queen Glorious-class battleship.

The enormous eyeballs blinked incessantly.
It seemed to be a living being, full of malice and hatred.

Behind the Resilience were seven enormous Plague Arks.

They sailed from the eerie illusion reflecting Nurgle Garden, like recreational sailboats sailing steadily on a calm sea.

These plague arks were once living beings, and may even still be alive.
They were the Void Whales dragged into the garden by the Plague God during the Eternal Night Crisis.

These creatures possess planet-like sizes and lifespans that are almost eternal.

Now, however, they are imprisoned and enslaved by the will of the plague god.
Countless plagues and germs infested them, making them a terrifying species.

They sing with eternal regret.

Its tail and claws drooped limply, and its bloated body was rotting, like a bloated corpse that had been soaked in water.

The thick layer of fat beneath the skin has decomposed into fur-like bulges, harboring various parasites.
The interior of the framework made of ribs was dark, foul-smelling, and filled with black slime.

Of course, the most eye-catching ship in this fleet is still the Deathguard's flagship, the Toughness.

As the flagship of the Primarch, it possesses the blessing of the Plague God and is able to withstand attacks powerful enough to destroy stars.

In addition, it is also an anchor point in the subspace, which can continuously draw energy from the subspace and pollute the surrounding spacetime.

Even the Empire's [Divine Punishment Colossus] might not be able to destroy its protective shield.

Inside the Resilient, Mortalian and a group of Deathguards walked through a passageway filled with thick, toxic steam toward the bridge.

The higher you go inside the ship, the denser the toxic gas becomes.
At the very top of the decaying command bridge, only crew members blessed by Nurgle can survive.

But their lives were still terrible; their lungs were already rotting and infested with maggots.

However, for the Primarch and the Death Guard, the air was refreshingly clean and comfortable.

He walked proudly through the waves of poisonous fog, his robes billowing up the toxic fumes, creating a whirlwind.

Three leaf-shaped Nurgle markings and a grinning skull pattern flashed by in the wind.

At the very top of the command spire where he strolled, the poison gas was so thick it was like liquid, even covering the walls on both sides of the passageway.

"We have arrived in the real universe; it's time to implement our plan."

Mortarian stared at the image projected from the skull in front of him.

Ordinary machines cannot operate in such an environment.

Only Nurgle can ignore the damage from the poison gas.

Therefore, they need to be integrated with machinery to ensure the operation of the Endurance.

Twisted organisms replaced metal tubes, and taut nerves replaced electrical wires.
Rotten brain matter was found at the junctions of the circuits.

The captured demon, locked in a jar, has taken over the Thinker's job.

The Endurance has become completely integrated with the subspace.

“But the situation is very bad,” a diviner said. “This is a key defensive position of the empire, and they have many warships here.”

"If a firefight breaks out, we could easily be wiped out."

The floating image showed a dense array of imperial warships, initially estimated to number over five hundred.

Such a powerful military force is enough to crush Mortarion and his group.

“My brothers have changed this rotten empire.” Mortarian frowned. “Before, they wouldn’t have had so many warships stationed in one place.”

The emergence of the Imperial Saint is a major headache for the gods and many chaotic forces.

This guy is unkillable and knows how to run a business.

The empire has become what it is today because of his behind-the-scenes machinations.

If only I could kill him, I would gladly trade my life for him.

"Should we retreat?" asked one of the crew members who had merged with a demon. "Lord Mortarion?"

"Retreat?" Mortarian's tone was hostile. "Can't you see we already have victory in our grasp?"

As soon as these words came out,
Not only the crew, but even the demons stared wide-eyed.

They have several warships, you have several warships, have you gone mad from inhaling poison gas?
If the Corpse King's fleet were to fire a single volley, their entire fleet would be destroyed.

Seeing Mortarion gripping the giant scythe tightly,

Neither the crew nor the demon voiced their confusion.

If this guy were to slash you with his scythe, it wouldn't be a fun thing.

The soul will be cleaved in two; it's terrible.

"To be honest, the Imperial fleet is simply too large," a pharmacist said cautiously.
"We have no advantage if we confront the enemy head-on, so let's try a roundabout approach."

The others nodded in agreement.

It's not just that they lack advantages,

If they were to engage in a direct confrontation, they would absolutely be wiped out.

"........."

Despite the admonitions of the crowd, Mortarian remained calm and unmoved.

He gazed at the Imperial fleet, a smile playing on his lips—a smile of complete control.

“My brother and that imperial saint are preparing for a final battle against the gods, but they know nothing about the gods’ power.”

"The Three Paths—future, present, and past—are one. A seed of corruption planted in the future can bear abundant fruit in the past."

"Today, you will witness the true power of the Father."

"Those fools will realize how terrible it is to anger the gods."

By this time, the Empire had already detected the invading plague fleet.

A large number of warships were mobilized.

The commander gave the order to fire freely, allowing captains to earn their own medals.

The massive cannon began to charge, emitting a bright light and exuding a destructive aura.

The sheer number of warships filled the crew and the demons aboard the Resilience with despair.

"We're doomed."

A demon muttered to himself,
It was already considering what posture it should use to return to the subspace later, in order to look cool.

With so many zombie warships, this situation is bound to be a death sentence.

Just then, Mortarian raised his scythe and swung it fiercely.
"In the name of a loving father, let us destroy."

As soon as the words fell, something strange happened.

Rotting tentacles and flesh spread like a plague to every corner of the Imperial warship. The once gleaming Imperial double-headed eagle instantly lost its luster.

The massive imperial fleet crumbled in an instant, turning into countless rusty fragments.

This scene caused the Imperial commander at the Void Command Center to show a look of horror.

No attack was detected.

Why would this happen?
What the hell did those damned enemies of Chaos do?
Even the demons and cultists were dumbfounded!

How did you do that?
He destroyed the entire human fleet with just a single swing of his scythe?

Even the blessings of the gods shouldn't be this terrifying, right?

“This is the power of God,” Mortarian said calmly. “The present effect is created from the cause of the future.”

"Launch a surprise attack, eliminate all enemies, and I will set up nodes for the plague network here."

The Imperial fleet was annihilated in an instant, and humanity was now in a hopeless situation.

As the Chaos Warriors and cultists landed, some bravely resisted, only to be slaughtered.

The supreme commander sacrificed his life for his country.

Mortarian, leading the Death Guard, boarded the Star Speaker Central Station.

There are still some imperial soldiers who have survived here.

They attempted a counterattack, and the outcome was predictable.
He was easily shot dead by Mortarion's men.

boom!boom!
As gunfire continued to ring out, the last loyalist fell one after another.

Mortarian stepped over the corpses and arrived at the entrance to the Hall of Stars.

The gate was made of various metals and was extremely sturdy.

Even cannonballs blessed by the gods cannot damage it in the slightest.

However, in front of Mortarion, he was like tofu.
He reached out and touched the alloy door.
The once gleaming alloy door instantly rusted and was completely corroded.

Inside the Star Language Central Station, the Star Speakers are being held captive in their cradles.

Even with the Empire's existing Lighthouse communication network, the Star Speakers still hold significant value.
Monitoring the movements of the subspace, searching for lost worlds, and so on.

The servants of the Star Speaker watched in horror as the Chaos Warrior burst in, trembling with fear.

Mortarian waved his hand, and the Death Guards behind him opened fire.

boom!boom!
He easily shot down all the servants, leaving only the Star Speaker lying in the cradle.
Mortarian took out a bottle of carefully prepared plague, letting it transform into radiance and disappear into the air, merging with the thoughts and souls of the Star Speakers.

Immediately afterwards, these Star Speakers screamed one after another, ultimately meeting their untimely deaths.

"In this way, the loop is closed."

Mortarian spoke calmly.

The other demons and death guards were utterly shocked.

The things we do in the future influence the past.
Such power is far too terrifying.

"Alright, let's get back to work. I'm going to corrupt this planet and make it part of my garden."

With Mortarian's order, the Plague Ark began to enter the planet's atmosphere.

They crashed heavily to the ground.
The greenish skin split open on the side, oozing a large amount of foul-smelling liquid.

Hordes of demons surged from the liquid and set foot on the planet's surface.

Countless flies formed a dark cloud, covering the sky and beginning to spread the plague.
Following closely behind were the Nurgles, whose numbers were comparable to those of flies.

These wicked creatures chuckled and ran around joyfully.

Plaguebringers, Plague Walkers, low-ranking Nurgle demons, and the Bookkeeper, whose body is rotting and eternally cursed.

They formed a procession of 777 people and launched a march.

The entire world is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless people are dying from the plague.
Those who survive will also live in suffering.

"This is the first one."

Mortarian said, “After we have corrupted 777 planets, the Father’s Garden will descend upon the real universe.”

The first planet, the second planet...

Mortarion launched a plague war against the human world.

With the full support of their benevolent father, humanity was repeatedly defeated.

The military power of the human empire has become unbelievably strong.
However, the Chaos Gods were able to use their authority to counteract this advantage.

Many imperial fleets were wiped out before they even engaged in battle, resulting in heavy casualties for the empire.

On the players' side, they also noticed the plague war launched by Nurgle.

When their warships were destroyed by Nurgle through a blatant act of causality, their mentality exploded.

"This is too absurd. He's cheating. He's definitely cheating."

"That fat bastard is so vicious, he actually did this."

"How do we fight this? They're using a time-based attack?"

"We're desperate, brothers, we're really desperate."

"…………"

Players were in despair.
Before the war even started, their warships were all destroyed.

Without the support of warships, they were no match for the Nurgle army and were utterly routed.

After all, they have warships, and they don't.
Their orbital bombardment alone is enough to make them question their existence.

Qin Yun also noticed the plague war launched by Mortarion.

Besides the opponent's bizarre attack methods, there is also their evil intention to use the corrupted planet to build a corruption network.

"Causal means?"

After repeatedly reviewing the videos that players went to great lengths to preserve,
Xiling, the Void Dragon, and other Star Gods quickly analyzed Nurgle's methods.
It's simply about taking advantage of the characteristics of subspace to reverse cause and effect, so that you reap the harvest first and then cultivate the land.

“They’re just playing with time,” Eurican commented. “We should retaliate immediately and use the same tactics with time.”

"For details, you can consult this collector. This person is quite used to using time rewind to steal things."

“That’s not stealing, that’s rescuing precious cultural heritage,” Tarasin said irritably. “Please stop being so childish. Is it fun attacking me all the time?”

“Sage, I really suggest we remove this guy’s mind chip and throw him into the ranks of ordinary soldiers.”

"You're not childish, you're tattling!!" Eurican said irritably. "You even tried to remove my mind chip, why are you so vicious?"

"You're just a thief of cultural relics, a thief."

"You're still a charlatan, a useless charlatan," Tarasin retorted without any politeness.

"Enough." Qin Yun interrupted the two impatiently. "The God of Plague has launched an attack on us. We have no reason not to fight back."

"If it thinks it can deal with us with such methods, it is underestimating the Empire. It's just the law of time and causality, isn't it? We also have such methods."

"Distribute time-reversal devices to the Chosen Ones so they can turn back time. We must win this war against the Father of Plague over time and cause and effect, and let them know that their era has passed."

"The future will belong to humanity."

(End of this chapter)