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"What do you mean? What do you mean by my numerology, using His power?"

Mortarion screamed like a fart whose toes had been stepped on, and he suddenly felt a feeling that frightened him.

"Why do you always deceive yourself? Son of the Emperor of Mankind, it is obvious that you are also a psyker, and your psyker power is so strong that you can even ask Nurgle directly for answers to your confusion."

"There is no such thing as numerology in the world. All the answers you think you have are given by Him."

“The loving Father may be generous. No matter how much you pester Him, He will never tire of giving you revelation.”

After hearing the female voice's answer, Mortarion's heart suddenly broke.

Even his fingers that were tightly gripping the giant sickle of Silence loosened slightly and almost slipped.

"Impossible, this is impossible. How could I be a dirty psychic freak? No! No!"

The Lord of Death recalled the words that Typhon had said before, when he betrayed him, and the familiar power flowing in his blood.

If he is really a psychic, then what is the meaning of everything he has done before?

The witch hunters who hunt down psychic wizards throughout the galaxy are actually psychics themselves. This is the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Stop your self-destruction, human."

"Human? What are you? An alien? A demon? Or something I don't understand?" Mortarion's heart was filled with a strong desire to give up, and even the despair that was suppressed by Aisha's divine power began to fight back again.

The female voice hesitated again, as if considering whether to tell Mortarion her identity.

"You can call me Aisha. I am the goddess of life of the Eldar. I am imprisoned here because of some things."

"Now only I can help you, do you understand? In just seven days and seven hours, you will be completely assimilated by Nurgle's power. You will be promoted to his prince and become one of the children of the garden."

When he heard Aisha's identity, Mortarion instinctively felt a deep hatred.

Psychics, aliens, and gods, the three things he hated the most merged together, and now he could only rely on the other party's mercy to survive, which was a great insult.

But...is he qualified to say no?

He is stubborn and arrogant, but definitely not stupid. Some things can be planned after he recovers.

Mortarion still understood the principle that a man of insight is a wise man.

The strong desire to survive shattered the stubbornness and prejudice formed over the long years, and the Lord of Death lowered his proud head.

He must bring revenge and judgment to Karas Typhon, the damned traitor who wanted to destroy the entire Death Guard Legion.

No, it wasn't that he wanted to, he had almost done it, and most of the Death Guards were unable to resist anymore.

Before this, he must not be corrupted by Nurgle.

"Please forgive my offense, Ms. Aisha."

Mortarion suddenly came to his senses.

"Please help me, I have to get out of this damn garden!"

Chapter 614 Blue Gugu: just plan (please subscribe)

The situation is stronger than people, this is an eternal truth.

Many times, arrogance and prejudice are not unchangeable, but people just don’t encounter a serious enough situation to change them.

Even the Lord of Death, who hated xenos and psychics the most among the Primarchs, chose to compromise in the face of the threat of being completely corrupted and fallen by the evil god.

Compared to being saved by an alien psychic, the Lord of Plague is obviously more terrifying.

He appealed to Aisha for help, begging the Eldar goddess of life to save him.

Apart from her, Mortarion had no one else to turn to for help, and he had no choice.

In the Garden Divine Realm of the Kind Father, even if he called out the name of the Emperor it would be of no use, as the power of the Lord of Mankind was not yet strong enough to interfere with the realm of this most ancient Chaos God.

Inside the cabin of the Endurance, a large number of Death Guard warriors were swollen all over, their power armor stretched out by the swollen and twisted flesh, and their sticky tentacles melted the metal, transforming it into a material closer to bone.

The Sons of Mortarion have a similar tenacity as their Gene Father. Dark green blisters appear on their skin one after another. When these scars burst open, disgusting pus and unbearable stench fill the air, turning proud warriors into walking pathogens.

The wriggling green intestines flowed directly outside the body. They squirmed and contracted, leaving slippery marks on the ground.

Their wills had already completely sunk, but their souls were still screaming and wailing in pain.

The Lord of Death could hear the pain of his sons, but he was powerless to do anything. This feeling of helplessness was even more heartbreaking than the pain he himself suffered.

However, it was precisely because of the Death Guards' confusion that they did not realize the scene in which their father bowed his head and begged Aisha.

Thinking about it this way, this is actually a good thing, at least it saves Mortarion's fragile face.

"I can save you, but only if Nurgle doesn't notice."

"You don't have to think that I'm so great. I'm just a prisoner. He has trapped me here and I can't go anywhere."

"You have only been here for a short time. I have been in the garden for a long, long time."

Hearing Aisha say this, Mortarion suddenly felt better.

What he hated most was the condescending charity of others, just like when the Emperor came before him, killed the alien overlord with ease, and gave him the victory he had been pursuing.

That would be even more painful than killing him.

"Are you also trapped here and unable to escape?" For some unknown reason, Mortarion was actually curious about this alien god for the first time in his life.

If the other party was a savior who was high above him, Mortarion would not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart, but if both of them were prisoners of the same status, he would feel much more comfortable.

Mortarion is so entangled and twisted that he always fusses over seemingly unimportant little things.

"We're different. Technically I can go," Elsa said.

Mortarion's face suddenly turned dark. He felt that this lowly alien was fooling him.

"But I cannot leave. The Prince of Pleasure is coveting me. As long as I leave this garden, Slaanesh's followers and demon army will come out in full force."

There was a great sadness in Aisha's voice. In a sense, she was even more miserable than Mortarion.

In this whole world, only the garden of the loving father can accommodate her.

"Nurgle has indeed imprisoned me. I hold the power of life just like him, but he has gone astray. The cycle of life is no longer balanced, but has infinitely strengthened the side of decay and despair."

As Aisha, who is also the God of Life, spoke, Mortarion also learned some information about the evil god who tried to corrupt him.

"He imprisoned me and used my abilities. Whenever his cauldron brewed new diseases and poisons, I would drink the broth."

"I will not be killed by the soup, because I am also the embodiment of the concept of life. He will evaluate the results of this time based on my reaction speed and performance, and I will quietly spread the antidote and coping methods I made to the world."

Mortarion suddenly felt better. Compared to the pain and torture he was enduring, Aisha sounded miserable.

The thick soup in the so-called Nurgle Crucible was definitely much more terrifying than what he was facing now.

"And what did you mean by my numerology? It is a technique I have developed through my studies. What does it have to do with Nurgle?"

Aisha suddenly sneered.

The voice of this female deity is like a spring breeze, instinctively bringing a sensory enjoyment to the listeners.

"I have already told you, Mortarion, you are born a psyker, but your form of psyker is different from others."

"Because of your instinctive rejection, your psychic power can only be succumbed under your will, and the constraints are hidden in your body."

"So when you perform what is called numerology, you are essentially asking Nurgle for divination and answers."

"A loving father would not reject any child's questions, especially a Primarch like you who was chosen by him a long time ago. Of course, He would tell you everything He knows."

"Since you have always believed in so-called science, then the loving Father will follow your wishes and play this low-level game with you. He will never hurt any child's heart."

"In his eyes, you are the most favored child. Even Kugath cannot compare with you. Do you understand?"

Mortarion suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a piece of shit. Although he had a premonition before this, he could still evade it.

But with Aisha's kind words, the last piece of fig leaf that deceived him was torn off.

"I'm a psyker... No!"

"I asked the evil god for divination."

He recalled that there were many important decisions in his life that he made with the guidance of numerology.

He was once extremely proud and believed that numerology was a great creation that transcended all psychic witchcraft and was closer to the essence of the universe.

But now, Aisha told him that all the things she was proud of came from an evil god from the subspace who had been eyeing her covetously?

It would be better to just die. Mortarion couldn't afford to lose face because he had already realized that he was the most despised fool.

His pride, his arrogance, and his glory all turned into sharp blades that pierced his heart.

"Do not despair, Mortarion."

Aisha was anxious: "Nurgle is most sensitive to the emotion of despair. You will attract his attention by doing this."

Hearing this, the Lord of Death could only hide all his pain in his heart, which made his expression even weirder.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the rotten garden, a small house made of withered vines stood quietly.

Small bone-white flowers blossomed above the cottage, and outside the cottage, the land covered with countless elves' skeletons was blooming with fresh flowers, which blossomed with a beautiful and fragrant smell.

Countless flies and mosquitoes danced in it, sucking the nectar from the flowers that was like pus and plasma, creating beautiful music around the cottage.

The Eldar goddess of life was under house arrest in the hut. Groups of Nurglings were calling out Aisha's name with laughter. They were coughing up blood and violently, spraying out large amounts of bacteria and viruses.

Aisha looked outside vigilantly. She felt that Nurgle's attention was not on the garden at the moment. All the Chaos Gods felt the threat from the Lord of Mankind and rarely joined hands to cause trouble for him.

She was making an antidote that would cure Mortarion's injuries and poisons, which would allow him to escape the garden.

Although Aisha has a kind heart as the goddess of life, she will not be idle and anger Nurgle.

Although Nurgle "favors" her, it does not mean that this tolerance is unlimited.

In fact, even if Aisha "accidentally" killed a great demon under Nurgle, the kind father would just smile and then take his bad son back again.

But Mortarion is different. He is the fourteenth son of the Emperor, an extremely precious Primarch, and the key to Nurgle's ability to intervene in the real universe in the future.

Even Aisha couldn't imagine how angry Nurgle would be at that time.

The most terrifying thing is when an honest person gets angry, and it is obvious that Nurgle is the most honest among the four gods.

"Strange. Logically speaking, He would not be distracted at such a critical moment as corrupting Mortarion. Why is this happening?"