Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

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.

One of the four great gods, Nurgle, the benevolent father of disease, decay, despair, destruction, death and rebirth, resides here.

Even compared with the other three powerful beings in the subspace, the garden of the kind father occupies the largest space, which is inseparable from the kind father'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.

Chapter 613 Mortarion's Choice (Request for Subscription)

“Who the hell are you!”

"Get out of here!"

Mortarion staggered and looked around, waving the giant sickle in his hand with extreme vigilance. The sharp edge was enough to cut through everything and cut off the flesh and moss plants that were growing and spreading.

The Barbarus originally had a tall and lean figure, looking like a skinny stick, but now the flesh under his power armor is swelling and swollen uncontrollably, and the whole person looks like he has gained several pounds, appearing stiffer and slower.

Filthy psychic energy was drilling into his body, which was not affected by his will. The whispers of the terrifying existence called the Father echoed in his ears every moment, calling him to join this harmonious big family.

relief……

free……

warmth……

Every seven seconds, a long whisper would come to Mortarion's ears, like the last breath of an old man before dying, or the cry of a baby when it was born.

Even the Primarch had his limits, his willpower was strong, but it was useless.

A father's love cannot be overcome by force.

Mortarion's rebuke received no response, and the voice that had just called him soon became quiet, as if testing or avoiding something.

Instinctively, Mortarion's intuition told him that the owner of this voice meant no harm.

But rationally speaking, he felt that this was extremely ridiculous. In this damn filthy garden, was there anything without malicious intent?

Yes, those Nurgle demons may really feel that they have no ill intentions, but their kindness is the greatest malice to the life in the real universe.

This is just like a human child who thinks his pet is too cold and boils a pot of boiling water to keep it warm. The child's kindness will cause the pet to be burned and die miserably.

Nurgle's kindness as a father has long since become twisted and deformed.

The Lord of Death seemed to have seen himself becoming something no different from those monsters. What frightened him even more was that as time passed, his hatred and contempt for the demons of Nurgle were fading.

When he saw those pus-oozing zombies and the wriggling, smelly mountains again, he actually felt a sense of...pleasure in his heart?

Everything seems to be brighter, there is so much vitality here, and all things are blooming.

No! This can't go on!

Mortarion slapped himself and tried to wake up. He would rather die than get involved with these ghosts.

However, the Primarch's powerful blow to his face did not bring any of the expected pain. The Lord of Death felt that his ability to endure pain seemed to have increased again, but this time he was not proud of his own resilience, which meant that the power of the evil god was spreading.

He raised his heavy head. The Primarch's extraordinary body was heating up. Mortarion knew very well that his body was very abnormal. In theory, the Primarch should be immune to most diseases and injuries in the world.

The Emperor's extraordinary technology has endowed the Primarchs with an invulnerable physique and an almost immortal self-healing ability.

Even if his lungs were taken out and thrown away, they would grow back on their own.

Through the porthole of the battleship, he could see the thick fog outside, a gray-green, rotten mist that was extremely similar to the poisonous fog on Barbaros.

The Babarus man suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in his mind. Perhaps this evil god had met him long ago.

Could it be that his adoptive father, the alien overlord, is also connected to Nurgle?

Mortarion recalled the day when he climbed to the highest peak of the planet and crossed the poisonous fog to fight his adoptive father. He fought with the enemy in the poisonous fog, but the poisonous fog would consume his strength and make the damn alien stronger and stronger. He had a similar sense of despair at that time.

"You're in a bad way."

Suddenly, the hallucinatory voice appeared again, and this time Mortarion caught her trace.

"who are you?!"

But compared to the initial vigilance and hatred, his tone was much softer now. His hoarse and long voice symbolized the deterioration of his condition. He was longing for a miracle that was almost impossible to happen.

It seemed to be a woman's voice, but it made Mortarion feel like spring breeze, as if the pain and scars on his body were slightly improved.

This immediately gave the Lord of Death a strange feeling. He was not interested in women, but a witch who could heal him was obviously an exception.

"Do not resist my power, human," the female voice continued.

The next second, a light green energy pulse entered his body, helping him to dispel the corrupting power from the Lord of Plague.

Mortarion only felt that his body became alive again. He no longer felt slow, decayed and stagnant. The strong smell of despair and the premonition of death receded like the tide.

"This power seems to be similar to that of the evil god, but it is also the opposite."

"It is the opposite of Nurgle, but much weaker."

He quickly analyzed in his mind that the Death Guard were all skilled witch hunters, and their understanding of psychics even surpassed that of many psychics themselves.

Mortarion instinctively wanted to use his tried-and-true numerology to resolve the confusion, as he had done time and time again in the past, but the voice stopped him sternly.

"stop!"

"Foolish human, you are borrowing His power, which will only make you corrupt faster!"

The female voice carried a hint of emotion, even anger and fear.