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[Psychic energy transfer completed.] The Nameless Worm said. [It's your turn, 'Isamara'.]

An Jiyue did not speak. Unparalleled spiritual energy surrounded her body, and the whole world seemed to have become quiet. Only the slight noise from the distant Nest Clan blocking the Fallen Kindred was vaguely captured by the spiritual perception.

"You can't be considered my master, Dorze o Voidwhisper," the First of the Outer Gods said, "but I still admire your achievements in the field of psychic energy. Now, the world will witness your greatest creation."

As soon as the voice fell, the spiritual energy generated by the soul ignited by the nameless insect was released by An Jiyue with ease. The spiritual energy storm erupted with the girl as the center, expanding in all directions like a rapidly expanding sphere. It easily penetrated the soil and rock layers, and it would not stop until it covered the entire underground world.

【What is this?】The nameless insect asked.

【'Dorze's Death Hymn'. You should know who Dorze is. This is the last psychic spell it invented before it was alive, I mean, before it became the Unseeer. Because it requires too much psychic energy, this spell has never been released before today. The Faceless Ones only proved that it is feasible in theory through simulation calculations.】

As he spoke, An Jiyue glanced at the body of the nameless insect. In just a short while, almost one-fifth of its body had disappeared. In fact, its disappearance speed was gradually increasing.

[How sad. It is a genius, but it can only use all its talents for killing.]

[How can this be tragic? Without sufficient military power to protect oneself, no matter how glorious a civilization is, it is nothing but illusion.] As she spoke, An Jiyue landed lightly on the ground and looked to the other side.

[Being good at killing is not a problem, being only good at killing is a problem. 】

……

Silver ripples washed over the Holy Insect Tomb from inside out. It blew over Jinzhifan and the Recasters like a warm breeze, and then scraped over the Hive Clan like a razor scraping off hair, causing Namtaru and other Hive Clan psykers to have their hair stand on end.

However, this force did not actually do anything to the Brood, passing through their bodies harmlessly and having the exact opposite effect when it came into contact with the plague clouds spread by the Chaos Brood.

The silver ripples just passed by, and the plague cloud disappeared from sight, with only a little dust that could not be seen unless you got close to it; then came the Chaos Nests, and the silver ripples penetrated their mutated flesh, and then these twisted and deformed biological tissues froze in place. After about a deep breath, the corpses that had lost all vitality fell to the ground, and the silver ripples had long gone, and the Chaos Nests stopped moving wherever they passed.

"Master..." Nadel, who was covered in wounds, came over with a worried look on her face.

"It's okay," Namtaru said, pulling a stone thorn from her shoulder. "Don't worry. If our 'ally' wanted to betray us, she would have done it just now."

Opposite the only master of the Nest Clan, the Emperor Dragon lay on the ground, its bloody mouth full of fangs slightly opening and closing. The silver ripples also swept across the Bottomless Stomach, and all the mutant organs of the tortured Emperor Dragon were "killed". This caused the Bottomless Stomach to lose about one-tenth of its body tissue... But it didn't matter. Before An Jiyue's psychic ritual was completed, Namtaru had already pierced the Void Nail into the heart of the Emperor Dragon.

Namtaru walked to the dying Stonecrusher, used telekinesis to grab the weight ball at the end of the Void Nail, and pulled out the artifact spear with only a small section exposed. With a "puff", the bloody spear tip broke away from the chest of the Emperor Dragon, and a stream of dark blood gushed out from the wound, pouring all over Namtaru.

"Any last words?" asked the Lord.

The Bottomless Stomach managed to raise its head, letting its jaw leave the ground. It shook its head, then as if it had thought of something, it said, "It's not over yet, Namtaru... that thing is still there. It's watching you."

After saying this, the Emperor Dragon slowly lowered his head. In the master's perception, the opponent's psychic reaction disappeared.

Only then did Namtaru let out a long breath... and then immediately started coughing. She successfully killed the Bottomless Stomach, an existence that she was reluctant to provoke even when the Nest Clan briefly ruled the entire underground world. The price she paid was that her internal injuries worsened further, and she also suffered a lot of external injuries.

"Let the worker bees recycle the body of the Bottomless Stomach. We have no right to waste such high-quality biomass," Namtaru said to Nadel. "Don't worry, it's safe this time. The power of the queen of the surface people is very special. She completely purified the pollution left by the God of Darkness. Perhaps we should try to communicate with her before the situation gets out of control."

“Please don’t say that,” Nadel shook her head vigorously. “She inherited the power of the Faceless Man, and she is just as gloomy and cold as the Faceless Man. Whether she is like this from the beginning or influenced by the Faceless Man, she is not a friendly ally, Lord. You are right to be on guard against her.”

A group of worker bees hurried over, passing over the two upper nodes and swarming towards the Emperor Rex with holes all over its body. Dismembering an Emperor Rex is not an easy task, but fortunately they have plenty of time to complete the task.

"At least the most difficult stage has passed. The Nest Clan will be reborn, I swear in the name of Mikne!" Namtaru took the soft capsule handed over by a clan champion and sipped the gray nutrient paste inside: "To be honest, I miss the good wine of the surface people. That stuff is much better than the wine we brew ourselves. After we rebuild our home, I plan to send you to talk to the surface people. Don't they like gold? We can use gold to exchange their winemaking technology."

"Why drink?" Nadel asked. "Child, why not try the good soup?"

Namtaru looked at her most trusted deputy in astonishment, then she lowered her gaze and stared at the chitinous dagger that had pierced her abdomen at some point - it was covered with tiny holes, and sticky green liquid was dripping from each hole.

Nadel, or rather the being that controlled Nadel's body, pulled out the dagger. The Master staggered back a few steps, barely able to stand. She looked at Nadel, then at the soft capsule in her hand, and suddenly understood everything.

"In the memory matrix given to me by the surface people (see Chapter 360), it is mentioned that if the dark gods want to project power to the mortal world, they must have an anchor point," Namtaru took a deep breath, using her willpower to support her increasingly dizzy brain, "So, you are the anchor point, right? That's why the plague cannot be eradicated because the source is right next to me."

In response to the Overlord's question, Nadel showed a loving smile that made Namtaru shudder: "Child, now is not a good time to chat. When you come to my garden, we will have plenty of time to chat slowly... Although there is no concept of 'time' in the Chaos Realm."

Namtaru wanted to speak, but couldn't. With the wound on her abdomen as the center, hideous green veins extended to her whole body, and the substance mixed in the nutrient paste was paralyzing her nerves, especially her brain, making it impossible for her to mobilize her psychic energy to fight back. The Overlord felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and her lower body could no longer support it. Her eight spider legs softened at the same time and fell to the ground.

From beginning to end, the other nest clan upper nodes around just watched, with warm smiles on their faces without exception.

"Child," the voice that came out of Nadel's throat turned into a tone that was completely different from her real voice, "You will be reunited with your daughter. Death cannot separate you. Mikne will return to you..."

The word "Mikne" was still echoing in the air. Namtaru, who was almost unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes. The Overlord's body was once again filled with power. The violent spiritual energy stirred the air. Namtaru's anger burned Nadel's body like a substance: "Plague Pig!!!"

The Void Nail pierced through Nadel's chest, lifting the Queen of the Nest up. Despite the severe injury, Nadel's expression was still kind, and her voice was still full of concern: "You can't resist your fate, child. Come to me, you will get what you want..."

Namtaru turned a deaf ear to her. She swung her spear and flung Nadel out, and she fell to the ground like a bag of flour. The upper nodes ignored this, and they smiled foolishly and stretched out their hands, as if asking for a hug from the master. Namtaru swung her spear again and killed them, and the rest continued to walk over unmoved.

One, two, three. When Namtaru killed the seventh upper node, the ferocious veins extending from the wound in the abdomen twitched violently. The Overlord paused in swinging the spear. The spear blade that should have split the tribe mother in two ended up only leaving a not-so-deep wound on the other party.

Namtaru's rage was still raging, but her strength had left her body. Without the slightest resistance, she fell to the ground again, the Void Nail falling next to her spider's leg.

The upper nodes surrounded their former master. They grabbed Namtaru and held her down. Not far away, Nadel stood up in an extremely awkward and weird posture. She dragged her crooked body to the master, then stretched out her hand and the Void Nail was pulled by telekinesis into the hands of the Queen of the Nest.

"You have eight legs. Eight, no. It should be seven." As he spoke, the Void Nail pierced one of Namtaru's spider legs. Nadel twisted the spear shaft, and the spider leg was cut off by the blade and fell to the ground.

"Now," Nadel opened her arms, "you've become much cuter, child."

After saying that, Nadel threw away her spear and once again took out the green dagger that had stabbed Namtaru. Including Nadel, they separated into seven people and stood in a circle around Namtaru, who was already unable to move. After Namtaru killed seven people and then separated seven people to prepare for self-sacrifice, only two redundant upper nodes were left standing aside, staring blankly at what was about to happen.

"Sevenfold blessings, sevenfold praises, sevenfold cycles!" Nadel roared and stabbed the dagger into her heart with force.

"Seven rebirths, seven decays, seven deaths!" The remaining six upper nodes shouted, and stabbed the dagger into the heart. The power of the grandfather god descended again in the already purified underground world. A micro-crack opened behind Namtaru, who was slumped on the ground. 777 Nurglings sang cheerful songs and poured out of the crack with giggles, and Namtaru, with her eyes dimmed, drilled into the crack.

The sharp whistling sound came from far away and approached, spanning the distance from the ceremony site at the deepest part of the cave to the edge of the cave. The aftermath was still echoing, and An Jiyue drove the mind engine out of the smoke and dust, but saw that the rift was about to close.

Just as the feeling of regret was welling up in his heart, the Jiedushi glanced at the scene from the corner of his eye and found that the only two upper nodes still alive at the scene had taken out a blue crystal dagger and committed suicide with swift movements.

In the Nurgle Garden on the other side of the rift, the stunned roar of the Grandfather God was heard: "Tzeentch!!"

The crack that was about to close was forcibly stretched open by a blue flame that came from nowhere. Amidst the faint laughter, An Jiyue had a cold face and mobilized all her spiritual energy without any hesitation.

On the other side of the rift, Namtaru, who had been completely desperate, barely raised her head, with hope flashing in her eyes.

Faced with the almost pleading gaze from the Overlord, An Jiuyue first turned her face away, then immediately forced herself to look at the pair of pupils that were no different from those of humans.

"I'm not sorry," the governor said, "after all, I don't know you well."

Before he finished speaking, a super-amplified version of [Dorze's Soul Scythe] was thrown out. However, before that, Nurgle had already stretched out his hand and protected Namtaru in his palm with a distressed look on his face.

The invisible psychic blade hit the evil god's left wrist, but it only broke the skin. Just when An Jiyue was disappointed, her Supreme War Codex suddenly appeared on its own, and the entire hardcover tome was emitting a golden light. Ten golden gears emerged from the cover of the codex, passing through the cracks and directly breaking into the realm of Nurgle.

Nurgle hastily stretched out his intact right hand to try to drive it away, but the gears deftly avoided it. Ten gears rotated and approached Nurgle's left wrist, then hit it one by one.

After shattering nine gears in succession, the tenth golden gear chopped off Nurgle's left hand amid a scream that echoed throughout Nurgle's garden.

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Author's note: Two chapters in one. Damn, I missed it by just a few minutes.

Chapter 468 Seize

Nurgle's screams echoed throughout the garden.

The grandfather god held Namtaru in his arms with his intact right hand, and blood kept flowing from the broken part of his left hand. His chubby and rotten palm fell to the ground, and he wanted to reach out to pick it up, but he didn't dare to let go of Namtaru with his remaining right hand. Even though An Jiyue fell to the ground after releasing that attack, it was only because his spiritual power took over his body functions that he didn't faint on the spot.

The shape is like a hardcover tome of the Supreme War, emitting an increasingly dazzling golden light. When Nurgle's left wrist was cut off by the gear, a certain symbolic concept quietly changed. Ten golden chains extended from the War Codex, passing through the increasingly unstable cracks and picking up the severed palm.

Nurgle cursed angrily, and at this moment his rage was even comparable to that of Khorne. His size suddenly grew ten times larger, and then he stuffed Namtaru directly into a festering abscess on his body, ensuring that this hard-earned and precious trophy would not be exposed to the sight of any Outer God. After doing this, Nurgle finally had enough strength to stretch out his right hand and grab the severed hand that was being pulled back by the golden chain.

"Give it back to me!" Nurgle roared. "It's mine!"

The two sides were in a stalemate. The evil god's roar made An Jiyue's head buzz. After releasing the [Soul Scythe], she knelt on the ground, and her hands that supported the ground kept shaking. She barely raised her head, and everything in her vision was covered with a layer of red - the girl immediately realized that many capillaries in her eyes might have burst.

Ten golden chains were stretched tight, trying to pull the broken hand back with all their strength, but Nurgle would certainly not sit back and watch his broken hand being taken away, because it was not only a part of his divine body, but also a part of Nurgle's power. "Symbolic concepts" play a vital role in the warp. The demon itself does not have a fixed image. It will only form a stable shape when it is observed or when it wants to.

What An Jiyue saw was a large unclean being, bigger, fatter, smellier, and more rotten. The essence of this appearance was the embodiment of the essence of the subspace corresponding to Nurgle, and its divine body was its authority.

The Outer Gods realized that this was a great opportunity, but the current situation was not very favorable: while desperately holding on to his own broken hand, Nurgle was also suppressing the Tzeentch power that was forcing its way in. The rift leading to Nurgle's garden was shaking, and the blue flames wrapped around the edge of the rift flickered, and it was obvious to the naked eye that it would not last much longer. Nurgle did not need to win this "tug of war" game, as long as he could hold on until the rift closed, An Jiyue would naturally fail.

A gaze came from the depths of the crystal maze, falling on An Jiyue through the slowly shrinking crack. Due to the shielding of the Holy Scripture of War, the girl could not hear the words of the Lord of Change, but she still accurately received what the other party wanted to express: Are you fucking capable of this? !

"It's definitely better than your usual joyous freak!" An Jiyue cursed back with a hoarse voice. She shook her head, which was becoming increasingly dizzy, and ignored the severe pain coming from her internal organs. She relaxed her tense mind, and then while maintaining the intervention of spiritual energy on her body functions, she hypnotized herself with the little spiritual energy she could freely control.

An Jiyue fell asleep, and Ishamara woke up soon after.

The God of All Things rubbed his sleepy eyes and stood up from the ground in a daze. He lowered his head, and the purple official uniform and the black iron mountain pattern armor he was wearing turned into a red off-shoulder dress that was out of tune with this world. The hem of the dress was very short, revealing most of his white and smooth thighs.

His left leg was wrapped in a black band, but his right leg was bare. His short boots were replaced with a pair of modern silver-grey boots, which were slightly loose and not tight to his feet. He then touched his head with his left hand in a cyan glove, and unsurprisingly, he touched a hat. Finally, he looked at the rift that was about to close not far in front of him, and then raised a gear scepter with his right hand.

"Do not!!"

Amid Nurgle's extremely unwilling cry, ten golden chains suddenly pulled the broken hand back. The broken hand, which should have been larger than the girl's entire body, shrank to the size of a normal human palm when passing through the rift. It was tightly bound by the golden chains and disappeared into the Supreme War Codex. The next moment, the rift shook and disappeared like a bubble.

"General Jie! You're one step late in coming down...General Jie?"

Jin Zhi Shige, who used Qinggong to hurry on, finally arrived at the scene. She subconsciously wanted to apologize to her master, but she got stuck in the middle of her words and looked hesitantly at the familiar yet unfamiliar back.

What's with this shameless outfit?! Legs, legs are all exposed! And is Jie Shuai's hair really this long? ... And this silly temperament, is this still the Jie Shuai who is full of evil intentions?

Just when the deputy captain was at a loss, the figure slowly turned around and met her eyes. At the moment their eyes met, Nishikori Shigeru groaned, "Hmm!", and felt his loyalty overflow from his nostrils.

Before Jinzhi Fanduo could appreciate the commander in this state, the figure in front of him instantly returned to his usual appearance: the shameless clothes turned back into the purple official uniform and armor, the slender thighs were tightly wrapped in pants again, and the hair that was almost dragging on the ground returned to its usual length of just reaching the back, and if tied into a high ponytail, it would only reach the shoulders.

An Jiyue's body swayed for a moment, and then fell straight down.

……

Tal-o-Zhuer, the royal court meeting hall.

"... Anyway, that's how it happened. The good news is that we have achieved a decisive victory over the Power of Destruction," said Morgan Linge, the Lord of the Royal Court of the Crucible, who sat at the first seat. "Xiao An has seized one seventh of the power of the Heaven of Decay (Note 1). She plans to forge it into a divine weapon to serve our great cause."

The members of the royal court suddenly started whispering to each other, and most of them showed excitement.

"What about the bad news, Your Majesty?" asked Prime Minister Naise, one of the few people who remained calm.

"Little An was badly injured... She can't take part in the upcoming battle," Morgan said, looking around at her courtiers. "She said that she will come to Tal-O-Tur to recover after she has appeased the dwarves."

Without a doubt, among all the Lords of the Holy Scriptures, Morgan's territory has the most beautiful natural scenery and the most comfortable living environment, which perfectly meets all the fantasies of the travelers about the "Elf Kingdom". The group members unanimously recognized that Tar-O-Tur was basically a more populous and denser Rivendell, or a rising Rivendell.

"Uh..." Nayes was a little confused. "Appease the dwarves? Those stone-headed people suffered serious losses?"

"That's not the case," Morgan shook his head, his expression a little subtle, "They attributed Xiao An's injury to their failure to protect her. If it weren't for Xiao An's repeated persuasion, these people even wanted to take the butcher's oath. It's really funny, how can a recaster become a butcher? Or how many times does a recaster have to die to fulfill his oath?"

"I will arrange the reception," Naise said immediately, "and I will not be disrespectful."

"Yes. I've been to Xiao An and Lao Xiao's house for free meals many times before. It's my turn to entertain them." Morgan nodded, and then turned his gaze to a male elf who was handsome even by elven standards. "Yriel, how is the fleet's preparation going?"

The commander of the Kaldorei Sky Fleet, the rising political star of the Zhemu Royal Court, nodded slightly to his king, then replied, "The two new Eclipse-class warships have been delivered. I have drawn all the reserve personnel to fully staff them. At the current progress, it will take half a month for the new warships to complete the initial integration."

"We don't have time anymore. Forget it. The new warships will stay in Skyshield Castle for training. The other warships will be ready to go after they have finished resting," Morgan frowned. "Sir Yrel." She stared at the fleet commander she personally appointed and said word by word, "Bring me victory."

“Yes,” Yrel replied. “Your Majesty.”

……

Note 1: Stagnation is the name given to Nurgle by Bean Sprout in 40K. Some of the names used in this book actually come from 40K.

Chapter 469: Fleet Sets Sail

Southland, Plateauburg.

"...So I don't think you are responsible for this at all, understand?" An Jiyue, who was lying on a stone bed covered with several layers of animal skins and a thick wool blanket, put down the memory matrix in her hand and sighed as she looked at the recasters who filled the room: "How many times do I have to tell you before you understand?"

"It is our oath to protect you, my lady," said Morgrim, wearing the standard orichalcum armor of the Reforged, with his helmet tucked under his armpit. "An oath is an oath, and there is no room for argument."

"A considerable portion, to be exact, more than half of the psychic attacks are invisible. How can you block dangers that you cannot perceive? Moreover, my injuries were not caused directly by the enemy. Namtaru is a very realistic person. In order to persuade her to accept my conditions, I must prove to her that I am indeed stronger than her. This is the reason."

After that, the girl covered her mouth and coughed a few times. "Ahem... the result of the psychic battle with Namtaru is that I was injured internally. At least at this step, everything is still within my plan. From the beginning, I realized that there must be someone in the Nest Clan who was consciously or unconsciously a traitor. After all, the Destruction Power must have an anchor point in the real world to project its power. I just didn't expect Namtaru to really fail. She trusted her subordinates too much."

Because of some experiences, except for her grandfather who had passed away many years before she crossed over, An Jiyue would not trust a person 100%, no matter who that person was. This was an advantage, but certainly not a merit.

"Not being able to prevent Namtarru from falling into Nurgle's hands is certainly a serious failure," the girl continued, "but being able to cut off one of Nurgle's hands and seize one-seventh of His power, at least I did not lose out."

The governor did not hide the fact that she had chopped off the left palm of her grandfather's god. This major victory over the forces of Chaos should not be concealed. Of course, she did not reveal the specific details, but only told the dwarves the final result. Information related to "Ishamara" must be kept strictly confidential and cannot be known to anyone other than the group members.

"Your deeds will be sung by storytellers till the end of time, my lady," Morgrim said solemnly. "This is a feat never before accomplished."

"That's not important," An Jiyue waved her hand. "Anyway, although I was seriously injured, first of all, it's not your fault. Secondly, compared with the results achieved, this price is totally worth it. Stop blaming yourself, sons of the mountain and stone. Self-pitying behavior will only make you look like an Asur. By the way, how is it?"

"Still asleep, ma'am," Morgrim replied. "Well, we had him examined by the vet with the longest beard we could find, and he said he needed to sleep to regain his strength."

The nameless worm was not dead, or not completely dead. When An Jiyue woke up from her coma, she was surprised to find that she could still feel the psychic response of the nameless worm - although it was extremely weak, the nameless worm was undoubtedly still alive. After dragging her body with serious internal injuries, she searched around and finally, when the dwarves were about to send the "corpse" of the Bottomless Stomach to be burned, the girl rescued the nameless worm that had somehow run into the body of the emperor dragon.

Even An Jiyue didn't know how all this happened. Ignition of the soul was the ultimate means for psychics, and it was a fatal act because once the whole process started, it could not be stopped, and the residue left by "burning" could not maintain a complete personality... In this regard, An Jiyue could only guess that perhaps it was because the nameless insect was originally a pan-conscious collective, and the existence of the soul was very different from that of normal creatures.

With the help of Yuyou, An Jiyue brought the dormant Stone Crusher back to Plateau Castle. It was funny to say that An Jiyue reluctantly used a very precious rare card to recruit this super giant earthworm in order to blast the underground world. As a result, this thing was of no use during the entire trip to the underground world.

This time, no matter what was gained or lost, it was far beyond An Jiyue's expectations. The original plan to destroy the underground world of the South was changed to purifying the underground world because of the appearance of the nameless insect; the plan to ask for nine additional caves as the territory of the cavemen with Namtaru ended up taking the entire underground world.

When the Nest Clan fled to the Holy Insect Mausoleum under the guidance of the Nameless Insect, there were only about twenty upper nodes left besides Namtaru herself. In the end, they either died in battle or became puppets controlled by the evil god, sacrificing themselves to the power of destruction. Without the control of the upper nodes, the remaining lower nodes were completely abandoned.

Since Namtaru had fallen into the hands of Nurgle, An Jiyue ordered the Recaster to kill the living bugs after waking up. After all, the Hive without Namtaru were just big bugs. It is worth mentioning that after escaping to the Holy Insect Mausoleum, in order to replenish the lost troops, the Hive built various biological buildings including hatching pools on the spot.

Originally, An Jiyue wanted to spend some points to take over the Nest Clan's hatching pool. After all, apart from the disadvantage of extremely low resistance to chaos, the Nest Clan still has considerable potential, and the system unit can just avoid the Nest Clan's biggest weakness.

After all the points were spent, she found that the hatching pool could not operate independently. This thing must have a genetic blueprint to hatch the corresponding hive unit, and all the genetic blueprints are stored in the mother/queen, even the worker bees, which are the most basic gathering and construction units of the hive.

A single incubator was useless, and without worker bees and genetic blueprints, new biological buildings could not be built. Most importantly, the technology tree was incompatible, so the remaining remnants of the Hive were burned after collecting samples. When the last biological building completely lost its activity in the blazing flames, the Hive as a race also became extinct.