Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Chapter 186 Divine Plague (Power Enhanced Version)

The Battle of Tuchucha is over, and the Federation has achieved everything it wanted.

After the effects of the spiritual ritual wore off, the Federation also obtained an unexpected trophy, which was a piece of psychic essence encapsulated by Solkan's power.

Even the Mecha-God would need to expend all his might to rescue this from the influence of the Warp.

This thing could at least be considered a relic, and Sigma had an idea for how to utilize it. He had recently been researching how to completely "purify" the chaotic corruption without damaging the host, while completely stripping away the chaotic energy.

So the federal army finally handed over the trophy, the soul core that was still tightly entangled by the power of the Blood God, to him.

They then began to head towards the location of the Plague Heart, as the psychic waveforms caused by the strange rituals of Nurgle daemons and Death Guard were intensifying.

We must thwart their plans before they make any big news.

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The air in the Heart of the Plague is dull and heavy. Every breath feels like inhaling a thick, rotten mist, mixed with the sweetness of hallucinogenic poisons and the stench of fermenting pus.

The sky was covered by a thick layer of poisonous clouds, and black and green light occasionally flickered between the clouds, like some ominous omen.

This is Nurgle's favorite paradise and the Death Guard's base camp in this star zone. Only the most steadfast corrupted believers can survive here, and foreign invaders will be turned into festering mud in just a few minutes.

However, in such a corrupt country, Mortarion could not feel any peace.

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The Lord of Death's steps were heavy and impatient. The corrupted jungle made a disgusting creaking sound as he passed by, and pus from the ulcers on the branches and leaves dripped to the ground, splashing a mud filled with diseased spores.

He had received the worst news: Angron was dead, the furious bloodthirsty maniac, completely crushed by the gods of the Federation on the battlefield; and Lorgar, the weak brother who could only shout out his faith all day long, fled without hesitation after the battle completely got out of control.

Mortarion couldn't deny that he was afraid. He had thought himself beyond mortal understanding, that even the concepts of life and death were no longer necessary. But this time, he was afraid. Chaos itself was not immortal, as their enemies had shown.

He questioned Kugath about his father's will more than once, wanting to get a clear answer from the abominable demon and wanting to know how Nurgle wanted them to defeat the dragons of the Helka Interstellar Federation.

However, Kugath seemed unusually calm, even with a hint of dark pride. He stood beside the never-ending cauldron, stirring the churning pus in it with a huge spoon in his hand, paying no attention to Mortarion's anxiety and anger.

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"Lord of Death, your duty is to obey the orders of the loving father, not to dictate to me."

Kugas grinned, revealing his rotten fangs, and his cloudy eyes flashed a strange light in the yellow-green miasma.

Mortarion clenched his scythe, his knuckles turning white with anger, but in the end, he held back his rage. Kugath was one of Nurgle's most favored daemons. He could be angry, but he couldn't clash with Kugath at this moment. At least, he had to be patient until the outcome of the battle was decided.

"The loving father has prepared the most perfect weapon for us."

Kugas muttered, and stirred the liquid in the pot with the huge spoon in his hand. Suddenly, the air in the entire Heart of Plague seemed to tremble for a moment.

What's boiling in that cauldron isn't just a pathogen, isn't just a plague; it's the embodiment of a concept, part of Nurgle's own will. Kugath calls it the "God's Plague."

This new plague, crafted from 7777777 pathogens, was born with the loving care and effort of a loving father. This plague of God is the manifestation of all the psychic symbolism represented by the corrupted psychic entity named "Nurgle."

It is extremely dangerous to create and use because it contains so much material that it even reveals the true name of the Unclean God himself.

But this is necessary to stop the invasion of the reincarnation of the ancient saints.

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This "God's plague" can spread from the memetic level. Once an entity related to the concept of "Helka Interstellar Federation" is affected by the God's plague, it will begin to spread. This kind of infection is not physical or spiritual, but conceptual.

Any entity included in the concept of the Helka Federation will be infected with the Plague of God the moment it comes into contact with anything included in the concept of Nurgle.

This is not a simple virus, nor a plague in the ordinary sense, but a pollution of the concept of reality, a corruption that can spread from the memetic level.

Any concept related to the Helka Federation, any individual belonging to the "Helka Federation" as a group, will be instantly infected with the divine plague once they come into contact with the area governed by the concept of "Nurgle".

This means that whether it is Helka's soldiers, ordinary people, warships, or even their artificial intelligence and information networks, as long as the actions they perform intersect with Nurgle's sphere of power, they will be irreversibly affected.

For example, if a Helka suffers from a common disease, then he himself, the doctor who treats him, the people who mourn him after the treatment fails, the residents within seven kilometers of where he lives, the seventh person who comes into contact with him every week...all these things that are contaminated by the power of Nurgle will be infected with the divine plague.

An unimaginable infection would plunge the federation into hell in an instant, destroy their peace, and allow unimaginable power to flow into the Plague Garden.

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Father Nurgle and K'Gath have confidence in this plan.

Because when the gods of the Federation were holding back Chaos, Chaos was also holding back the Eight Winds of Magic. By the time they reacted, they would find it was too late.

Mortarion listened in silence. In theory, this plan was flawless, arguably the most sophisticated and effective corruption scheme ever devised by Nurgle.

However, this "perfect" plan, which was of astonishing wisdom, made Mortarion skeptical. After all, the Chaos Gods had been full of confidence and then slapped in the face more than once during the war with the Federation.

But he had no other choice, because he did not dare to guarantee to his father that he and the Death Guard could repel the federal troops without the appearance of the Plague of God.

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Mortarion finally asked tentatively, "What if they... find a way to resist?"

Kugas laughed loudly, and his laughter was like the buzzing of countless flies, which was disgusting.

Then he said in a low voice: "They cannot resist because they cannot deny existence itself. This time, the gift of the Father has become one with everything in the universe."

However, even as they were plotting, the distant sky began to tremble and a strange silence descended.

It was not true silence, but a kind of oppression more terrible than death, a silence that foreshadowed the impending destruction.

Outside the Heart of Plague, the army of the Helka Federation has arrived.

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Chapter 187 Supreme Divine Wisdom.

In the deep space of the universe, the fleet of the Helka Federation descended like a torrent of steel. The huge figures of the warships blocked the brilliance of the stars, and the reality stabilization arrays flashing on the surface of the hull dispelled the malicious erosion from the subspace.

All the naval guns were now adjusted to the optimal angle, aimed at the rotten, sick planet below, overflowing with the power of chaos: Plague Heart.

Following the order from the supreme commander, the fleet's main guns opened fire in unison. Hundreds of thousands of dazzling beams of light pierced through the void of the universe, turning into an irresistible torrent of destruction.

Nurgle's demonic army and the Death Guard's navy and orbital defense forces quickly withered under this devastating fire bombardment. The plague hulks and corrupted space stations that originally orbited the Plague Heart exploded one after another, and the anti-aircraft artillery on the surface of the planet was turned into charcoal under the impact of the scorching energy.

The Death Guard's flagship, the Terminus Est, was destroyed in the second round of concentrated fire. This ship, destroyed by the Federation the previous time, had required numerous demons to retrieve and reassemble the fragments. It had never been considered a reliable source of hope for a comeback, but it still seemed to have failed too quickly.

Its shield and hull, reinforced by the power of corruption, quickly collapsed under the tearing of light spears and disruptor cannons, like a decaying castle washed away by a torrent.

The destruction of the Terminus Est caused a sharp drop in the morale of the Nurgle Legion. The wails of the demons echoed in the warp, but could not change the reality of defeat.

And all this is just the beginning of the federal invasion.

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Warriors who dare to enter a Nurgle demon planet like Plagueheart are called Helldivers, but such warriors are as rare as crucian carp in the Federation.

With the victory of the orbital battle, the Federation's tactical drop pods streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, and the regiment's heavy infantry, giant mechanical combat bodies, and psychic units landed on the battlefield one after another.

During their advance, the Federation fleet continued to carry out high-precision targeted bombing, essentially evaporating the entire planet's corrupted ecosystem.

Nurgle's paradise, once filled with fungal forests, festering swamps, and ichor streams for the Nurglings' amusement, has now been reduced to a scorched earth by the onslaught of high-energy particles.

Those Nurgle demons that had not yet been destroyed howled, struggled, and dissipated in the glorious flames. Their bodies were once the embodiment of plague and corruption, possessing extraordinary resilience, but facing the ruthless crushing of the Federation's firepower, their corrupted flesh, no matter how strong it was, could not resist the fate of being completely annihilated.

Even so, there are still remnants of the Nurgle Legion entrenched in the deepest fortress area, waiting for their final salvation: the coming of the plague.

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Faced with the prospect of annihilation, the Daemon Primarch Mortarion was forced to fight. Once one of the Imperium of Man's most fearsome warriors, now clothed in the power of the Chaos Gods, he was far more powerful than ever.

However, this time, he was facing the Helka Federation, the coldest, most rational, and most unshakable war machine in the galaxy.

Initially, Mortarion's battle went smoothly. His massive figure swept across the battlefield, his Death Scythe, Silence, slicing through the armor of the Confederate soldiers, and his festering wings whipped up a poisonous mist, infecting the Confederate soldiers with a deadly psychic plague.

He is the embodiment of corruption and the master of death. Every step he takes can take away countless lives.

However, the Federation was not afraid of him.

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The federal soldiers were united as one, fearless of death and pain, and launched a precise encirclement and suppression without fear of death.

The fierce bombardment of the giant war body made his steps begin to slow down, and the collective chanting of the psychic legion caused Mortarion's shield to fluctuate. When the shock wave of psychic feedback finally completely broke his supernatural barrier, he finally revealed a flaw and lost the protection of the warp's power to distort reality.

In an instant, hell of fire descended.

Hellfire cannons, plasma cannons, fission beams, nanostorms… all the firepower poured down on Mortarion, the impact tossing him around like a piece of paper in the wind. His demonic body twisted in agony under the bombardment, festering flesh peeling away, black and green ichor burning on the scorched earth.

He realized that he had suffered at least 13×13×13 attacks in just a few seconds. This unlucky number made him, an expert in numerology, feel shocked and angry.

He roared and released the last of his strength, knocking the elite warriors of the Federation away, and then flapped his broken wings and fled towards the core of the fortress. His retreat also marked the complete defeat of the Nurgle Legion.

After Mortarion vanished from the fortress, his demonic legions could no longer hold their line. They were quickly devoured by the Federation's firepower and vaporized by the storm of bullets.

Those once invincible Nurgle demons and Chaos Space Marines were reduced to ashes by Zelo's plasma flamethrowers, and not even their wreckage remained.

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"Your plan is going to kill us. You must act now!"

Deep within the fortress, Kugath stirred his cauldron of plague. He heard Mortarion's roar, but in a rare display of sternness, he silenced the Primarch with a harsh tone.

"Don't give me orders!"

Kugath's serious voice, without a hint of laughter, sounded very much like the whisper of Nurgle himself.

Mortarion's heart trembled. He realized that K'Gath was no longer just a great daemon, but a direct extension of Nurgle's will.

At this moment, the only thing he could do was to delay time under the reproachful gaze of his grandfather and personally guard the ceremony until the federal army completely broke through the defense line and offered the final sacrifice for the completion of the ceremony.

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After annihilating the last of Nurgle's army, the core Plague City, where the Plague Heart artifact was stored, was surrounded by the Federation.

The Federation had no patience for medieval ant-like siege tactics. Their siege weapons were light spears and disintegrator cannons, relentless, high-energy firepower.

The entire fortress was on the verge of collapse under the frenzied bombardment, and its layers of supernatural defenses were gradually stripped away. Finally, after a concentrated volley of fire, the fortress walls began to collapse, and the Federation commander ordered the final assault.

However, at this moment, something strange happened.

The entire fortress exploded, but this was no ordinary explosion, but a storm of corruption brought down by Nurgle himself. Countless pus and poisonous gases gushed out from the depths of the exploded demon city, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Helka's soldiers quickly activated their protective systems, using high-energy barriers and purification fields to intercept over 90% of the toxins. However, a single drop of pus containing the plague broke through the defenses and landed on a federal soldier.

At this moment, the God of Plague himself began to pollute the concept of the Helka Federation.

An incredible disease suddenly appeared throughout the Helka Federation.

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From the distant Caliss star zone to the core galaxy of the Helka Federation, many Federation citizens have contracted a psychic infectious disease without any warning, and this disease is spreading rapidly in an incredible way.

Their bodies began to rot and succumb to disease, and the entire Confederation seemed to be vulnerable to Nurgle's full force.

The God of Plague would cheer for his momentary achievement, but Nurgle did not understand that this was also the moment when he was most vulnerable.

The memetic set parameters of this Plague God, or what the demon calls his "true name", are now fully exposed to the Federation's super-computing array and the observation of the psychic prophetic vision.

In the distant heaven, Master Ruoken ended his meditation, looked at the Federation planet infected by the plague, and suddenly began to recite something.

“The following sets of ideas have been targeted:

Mathematical symbol associated with seven.

Key points include concepts such as corruption, morbidity, stagnation, life, death, rebirth, perseverance, endurance, acceptance, and despair.

A specific style of external expression.

A definite entity and its contents."

The two infinite divine machines within the metal world of Chamon connected unprecedented computing power to understand Ruoken's words and input them into...

In that ultimate weapon.

"Code 6659, Supreme Divine Intelligence Super Weapon, now activated."

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Chapter 188 You cannot call yourself the God of Disease when you are the only one who is not sick.

"How about trying this?"

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Most federal actions require a majority vote.

Except for the emergency decisive battle agreement.