Reincarnation Paradise: Giant Treasure Chest

"As a token of my gratitude, I will grant you a merciful death."

The light faded, and the Great Unclean One Ku'gath left the stage.

At the same time, with their retreat route clear, Guilliman's army, advancing forward, finally reached the Warp after a long expedition.

Under the guidance of the Emperor, large armies from various worlds began to besiege Nurgle's kingdom.

In the past, the Nurgle army had the advantage in numbers in the battles, but this changed because of Guilliman's constant pursuit.

In the battle against the evil gods of the Warp, the Imperial Army gained the advantage in numbers for the first time.

The overwhelming swarm of flies was covered by the firepower of an equally large number of assault ships, and the zombies that kept emerging from the rotten ground were also suppressed by the huge Titan.

The great demons under Nurgle were surrounded, bitten and divided by the Ultramarines like an ant colony, just as they had besieged the Imperial Army in the past.

The various plagues that constantly emerged from Nurgle's plague cauldron were also neutralized by the Emperor's power and alleviated to a level acceptable to the Ultramarines.

Moreover, this time Guilliman was as hard as stone and had no intention of retreating or trying again. He sent all the members of the Ecclesiarchy who were responsible for healing to the battlefield.

The bodies of all those who died in battle were burned, leaving Nurgle no chance to corrupt and revive.

The brutal battle and the psychic light splashing everywhere on the battlefield caused countless huge waves in the Warp that had calmed down after Khorne's death.

Guilliman knew in his heart that he had no way to retreat. The losses in this battle were enough to bring the entire empire to its knees.

However, after this, the empire will have a long time to rise again, and this time there will be no evil gods hindering its development.

As for the even more terrifying and unsolvable Zerg, Guilliman subconsciously did not want to think about it.

At this point, command was meaningless. Guilliman regarded himself as a child of the Emperor rather than a legion commander, and charged into the front line, just like in the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago.

The Emperor's sword was burning with flames, and as Guilliman wielded it wildly, Nurgle's demon army was burned even by looking directly at the flames.

Only the elite fallen warriors could barely engage Guilliman.

Even so, the Primarch's all-out crushing power allowed Guilliman to penetrate deep into Nurgle's kingdom.

At the source of the plague, deep within the curse, even space was distorted. The stench and plague fog were constantly corroding Guilliman, causing the Emperor's sword in Guilliman's hand to make a hissing sound.

"Robert Guilliman! Emperor's son, bringer of disaster! Why do you come before me?"

This distorted sound was like countless maggots biting each other, or like the cries of a large number of people who died from the plague, overlapping and entering Guilliman's mind.

Just hearing the sound made Guilliman feel dizzy.

Fortunately, the Primarch's unwavering will helped him hold the line and prevented him from peek into the fetid abyss.

This is the voice of Nurgle himself!

Guilliman, regaining consciousness, realized this.

The soldiers who followed him into this place had already decayed silently the moment the sound was heard, and now their bodies were covered with green maggots.

Even the Emperor's Sword could not protect them.

Guilliman had no intention of answering. If he did, corruption would follow him.

Guilliman simply held high the Emperor's Sword, attempting to call upon the Emperor for more support.

The Emperor responded to him, but he also responded to countless of the Emperor's soldiers who were fighting.

The power distributed to Guilliman was only enough for him to keep moving forward.

"Father," Guilliman pleaded again, changing his address, for Nurgle was now within sight.

The Emperor's power did not increase or decrease because of this title.

Guilliman closed his eyes and muttered to himself:

"Praise the sun!"

The light came from Holy Terra, penetrated the solidified green clouds of the Warp and the Kingdom of Nurgle, and shone on Guilliman.

Ivia's voice appeared in his ears:

"You're not my subordinate yet, how can you call me boss so skillfully?"

"How do I use this power?"

Guilliman did not respond to the teasing, but asked about Avia.

This power is very different from psychic energy. There is nothing uncomfortable about it, and it also does not come with guidance like psychic energy or the power of the Emperor.

"Don't use it against me, then you can use this power freely without my permission."

Ivia spoke casually.

Guilliman nodded silently, and gathered all the solar power bestowed by Avia into the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

A huge beam of light reached the sky and lit up in Guilliman's hand.

Then Guilliman swung the giant sword of sunlight towards the source of the previous sound.

The paradise of plague and the hell of living beings were cut into huge ravines by this scorching and pure sword of sunlight.

Countless souls that had been devoured and tortured were liberated and turned into ashes in the warm sunshine.

The huge rotten giant in the depths of the plague, along with the black castle where he lived, were both deeply wounded by a sword.

Nurgle's wails resounded throughout the kingdom of God, and many Nurgle demons were reduced to ashes in these howls.

The Emperor's power thus descended unimpeded upon all the soldiers of the Empire.

As one side gained strength while the other lost, the stalemate was quickly advanced.

Along the ravine cut by Guilliman, Ultramarines of various types advanced rapidly.

These believers of the Emperor were like a galactic knife piercing the heart of Nurgle's kingdom.

And Guilliman is the sharpest tip of the knife.

The decay that hadn't seen the light of day for hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, was ignited and torn apart by chainswords and bolters.

One after another, Nurgle demons or fallen warriors tried in vain to block the team, and died in the arms of their loving father.

"How dare you!" The rotten giant Nurgle, who had a huge fire wound on his shoulder, finally recovered temporarily from his injury.

He just opened his mouth, and countless green auras came out of his big mouth, and then turned into a ferocious demon and pounced on the imperial army.

However, without any command, the Titans in the distance immediately took action, and after the covering green clouds were cleared away, the battlefield became open.

Magnetic bombs and various colored rays were accurately fired in front of the charging imperial soldiers.

If any Imperial soldier looked back at this moment, they would see that behind them, an indescribable object even larger than Nurgle was watching their progress.

The forces of the two giants clashed in the air. Nurgle, who had just recovered, was completely suppressed by this indescribable force and could not even continue to summon his army.

Even so, the Imperial Army, like a sharp knife, still had soldiers dying and rotting, except for Guilliman who always stood in the front row.

However, the subsequent soldiers continued to follow Guilliman and continued to charge, using their own corpses to pave a path to the feet of the giant god Nurgle.

……

[Special Mission: The Third Ring of Humanity's Light, Plague War Completed.]

[Nurgle is dead, and the Empire is completely victorious.]

[Contractor receives reward: ownership of the Warhammer 40K world. ]

[Special Mission: Humanity's Light, Fourth Ring - Humanity's Glory Lasts Forever has been triggered (this is the final ring of this special mission).]

Mission Difficulty: LV1~LV? ? ?

Mission Description: Preserve the human flame in the face of threats from Slaanesh/the Emperor of Mankind/the Necrons/the New Evil God of the Warp/the Zerg; or defeat the above threats.

Mission rewards: issued based on the final size of the human empire territory/surviving units.

Mission penalty: The bad luck effect lasts forever.

.........

Far away in Terra, Avia knew the outcome of the expedition before anyone else.

The people of Holy Terra were still confused, but the world communication channels of the contractors were silent, because all the tasks had become purgatory level at this time, with amazing rewards and no punishment.

Aivia looked at the threats mentioned in the mission and shook her head silently.

Ivia's gaze spanned the entire galaxy. Outside this lonely galaxy, countless insect nests had heard the news and were moving towards here to surround it.

If Ivia had just emerged from the abyss, this task would be indeed difficult for her.

Ivia can circle around and kill all the bugs, but she can't protect humans who have many problems of their own at the same time.

It’s different now. Although it is different from the former Sun God army, Ivia still has some reliable subordinates to use.

"Shadow of Destruction, Green Gillian!"

A huge summoning circle formed by the primordial fire lit up on the ground of Terra.

As Ivia called out his name, Green Gillian walked out of the summoning circle with his neck twisted and a knife in hand.

"What? Can't you pick up girls?"

"Better than a girl, I want to destroy the Void Zerg, and I need a little help, are you willing?"

Ivya asked with a smile.

Green grinned:

"It's definitely more exciting. My life is yours anyway!"

"Ruthless man!"

Ivia shouted again.

The ruthless man appeared in the summoning circle in his pajamas, looking confused, and even holding a glass of milk in his hand.

"Kill the Zerg! You'll die, and you can go back."

Ivia was blunt.

"Add more money." The ruthless man threw away the milk and rolled his eyes and said.

"Red Heart!" Ivia cut open her chest and took out the heart. This skill of King Kong would affect the strength of her ability, so it would be better to use it to get an extra helper.

"The battle to save the world!"

"Amitabha." The old monk nodded gently.