I'm a magnetic field madman

Like Kane, he was an Eldar god who was "rescued" by the evil god during the Great Fall.

Isa's experience was similar to Kane's. After losing Kane, Slaanesh wanted to take Isa, who was the last one left, to his palace to enjoy her slowly, and to "treat" her well with all sorts of unspeakable things.

Slaanesh hates Isha so much because Isha is the mother goddess of the Eldar, who still has a large following among the Eldar even after the Great Fall...

If the other Eldar gods were, in Slaanesh's eyes, despicable human traffickers who lured her "children" away and tricked them into working for them, then Isha was probably the most shameless and despicable of them all, the one who made her child genuinely recognize a thief as its mother!

Waaah!! Such a shameless woman deserves to be taught a lesson by my slut with my big stick!!

Isa, sensing her terrifying future fate, began to weep, and her tears became the Soul Stones that the Eldar of the Ark later relied on.

Just when all hope seemed to be lost, a deity intervened, seemingly hearing Isha's cries.

Nurgle ceased his work of brewing the plague upon all things, and for the first time in countless years, he stepped out of his garden, his smile vanishing, and commanded his entire army to march toward Slaanesh's territory.

He then went to the Eldar Pantheon. As the eldest of the Chaos Gods, Nurgle wanted to make his younger brother understand his place in the cycle of all things, and as a polite gentleman, he asked Slaanesh for Isha.

Nurgle's army swept through the newly formed territory of Slaanesh at that time, and faced with the invasion and unreasonable demands of Nurgle, who was at the pinnacle of power...

Slaanesh, who was about to take Isha away outside the Pantheon, resolutely refused this impudent request and repeatedly declared that the Eldar gods were his food.

His polite request was denied, but Nurgle wasn't angry...

He just chuckled and raised his soup spoon, slamming it hard against Slaanesh's head.

Slaanesh was defeated and forced to return to his Seven Heavens, which had been ravaged by Nurgle's army...

Of course, no one knows what the Dark Prince felt after his prey was stolen and he saw his newly decorated home covered in snow. But Nurgle had already obtained his spoils.

He brought Isha back to his territory and politely and courteously led her into his mansion.

But Nurgle politely refused Isha's tearful pleas for mercy.

Perhaps it would be better for Isa to stay in Nurgle's territory, and Nurgle's act of saving Isa wasn't entirely without expectation of reward.

Nurgle meticulously crafted a magnificent prison for Isa...

He gently offered her a roll of leprosy bandages, moldy and teeming with microorganisms, to replace her tattered dress torn by Slaanesh.

Isa rejected the latter, but obediently accepted the former...

Because Nurgle's gentle admonition made Isa understand that if she dared to leave Nurgle's safe and warm garden, she would soon be captured by Slaanesh and taken back to His palace.

Although she was confined in a cage, Isha still enjoyed a certain degree of freedom.

Nurgle specifically instructed that the mischievous Nurgle spirits should not disturb Isa, and the goddess was also allowed to stroll in Nurgle's garden.

Therefore, when some psionicists project their thoughts into the Nurgle realm... besides the endless cycle of life and death, they often see an incredibly beautiful goddess strolling in gardens and lakes.

Isa learned to calm down; she stopped crying and realized what she should be doing.

Nurgle liked to talk to Isa about life, because they were each other's gods of life.

Nurgle would often feed Isa with plague he had cooked himself, but this was not considered abuse.

Nurgle would carefully observe how much power Isha needed to cure the plague in order to judge the quality of his work and gain new inspiration. At the same time, Nurgle would not prevent Isha from finding a way to break his plague and spreading it to the mortal world.

This is the story of Nurgle and Isa, a rare tale in this turbulent universe that evokes a strange sense of "romance."

It was Isa who approached Bai Qianshuang. He didn't know why this goddess of life would contact him instead of going to the Eldar of the Rajana Ark world, who were tirelessly hoping to rescue her. Was it because of that scepter?

Why didn't she contact Victor?

She didn't understand, but Bai Qianshuang knew that if she wanted to leave Grandpa Nagore's garden, this was probably the only way.

Tsk tsk tsk, sneaking off to meet his mistress's young widow while the old man is away, how does that feel...?

bump!

The Eternal Queen's Scepter tapped Bai Qianshuang on the head, seemingly annoyed by his unrestrained thoughts.

Bai Qianshuang was too lazy to stay angry. He walked straight along the lush bridge toward Nurgle's mansion.

Throughout their journey, Isa's power had been gently protecting Bai Qian Shuang... but as he and Diego stepped into Nurgle's dark mansion, after a fleeting moment of ethereal light that seemed to span millions of light-years, they both held their breath.

The images inside suffocated him.

They saw a crucible, a crucible unlike any they had ever seen before, so enormous and magnificent that words could not describe it!

Its immense power is beyond the comprehension of any race or unit of measurement... If one had to describe it, it would be as if it contained an entire universe!

And perhaps that is the case, because what is contained and boiled in that enormous crucible is something that can exist in the "universe".

The gurgling liquid, bursting as it rose, seemed to foreshadow the destruction of a planet ravaged by disease.

The liquid, whose color cannot be described, rises and swirls... and every moment countless different viruses combine and divide within it.

Bai Qianshuang and Diego knew immediately what they had seen.

That was Nurgle's cauldron, like Tzeentch's Well of Eternity, Khorne's Skull Throne... and Slaanesh's Palace of Pleasure—things that belonged exclusively to evil gods!

Nurgle is the crucible from which all the plagues and diseases of the universe are boiled. Every disease or plague that appears in the mortal world is the result of the Father taking a portion from the crucible and sprinkling it into the real universe.

For countless years, Nurgle has been brewing plague in his cauldron, and to look directly at it is to look directly at all kinds of plagues and diseases in the entire universe!

No, it's not an epidemic; what it contains is life—countless living organisms, countless tiny microorganisms, viruses, cells, and all the concepts of life!

The Father is not the god of plagues, but the true god of life who bestows blessings—purer than any false god, because he loves all life equally, including the smallest life!

Bai Qianshuang felt that burning sensation in his soul once again. His magnetic field power was gradually unable to suppress the intense invasion, and his spirit and power began to show signs of alienation.

Diego isn't much better off!

He bit his lip and seared his brain with silver flames... but even such intense psychic energy couldn't keep him sane!

The training of the Grey Knights may accustom them to facing the demons of chaos... but it certainly doesn't include making them face the true nature of the immense power of the evil gods!

"Soothe your thoughts, and do not let them lead you astray!"

That weary yet compassionate, calm yet decisive voice rang in Bai Qianshuang and Diego's minds, followed by an incomparably emerald green psychic light enveloping their entire bodies!

That too is the color of life, but not the extreme color of a loving father. Rather, it is more gentle, closer to the beautiful part of natural life.

"Cuck!!"

Like a drowning person finally getting a breath of fresh air...

Bai Qianshuang managed to pull her thoughts away from that crazy cosmic fantasy with a series of difficult breaths!

Both he and Diego were in the same state, disheveled and out of sorts, but they remained rational and kept their eyes on their goal.

They saw an incredibly exquisite and magnificent golden cage.

It is carved with ancient reliefs and patterns, and engraved with magnificent scenes that once belonged to the Spirit Clan.

The murals at the top of the cage depict the grandeur of the Pantheon, and at the very top of the cage is a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring high.

Within this magnificent cage, which seemed utterly unlike anything from the Nurgle realm, a figure was imprisoned.

She was tall and graceful, with a compassionate yet sorrowful face. She wore a tattered white robe, but it could not conceal her nobility and elegance.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her ankles, and she wore golden ornaments on her wrists and head, shining brightly as if forged from among the stars.

She resembled an Eldar, yet was vastly different from the Eldar. Perhaps it was simply because her outward appearance was merely a facade and a disguise.

As for her face... Bai Qianshuang couldn't describe it.

You cannot describe the face of a deity, because that is beyond the power of words to describe.

Appearance is merely one way of conveying information, and the faces of deities convey the information they embody even more directly.

What she conveys is an incredibly pure sense of sensibility—

Life, love, healing, especially the overflowing maternal love—Bai Qianshuang immediately felt an indescribable warmth.

However, he still managed to break free. Firstly, she did not intentionally use this veil-like ability of spiritual energy to bewitch Bai Qian Shuang, and secondly, his will was strong enough.

"Isa... Goddess of Life".

Bai Qianshuang gazed at the benevolent goddess before her and said in a less-than-friendly tone...

"You brought me here hoping I could rescue you, didn't you?"

"Child, you don't need to harbor such malice towards me." Isa looked at Bai Qianshuang with loving eyes and sighed softly...

“Although I am the mother of those children, they were not as extreme as they are now... just like you humans.”

"I am not human from this world!" Bai Qianshuang said resolutely.

"So there's no need to try to blackmail me with any morals or principles, Isha, just tell me what you want to do!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a whooshing sound came from outside the territory of Nurgle Garden.

The sound pierced through the entire Nurgle Garden, seemingly tearing apart the heavens, while at the same time, all the plants within the Nurgle Garden were growing wildly!

Without a doubt, it must be the benevolent father who has discovered that someone has broken into his mansion!

Upon discovering that Isha might escape, the usually benevolent Nurgle became uncharacteristically enraged, abandoning Khorne and turning to leave—but how could Tzeentch and Slaanesh possibly stand idly by?

Tzeentch brandished his broken crystal scepter, and the form of the Master of Changes changed infinitely, from countless colors twisting into a bird-beaked, winged demon, and then into a monster entwined with countless venomous snakes.

As he raised his scepter, a surge of power shot out from his crystal labyrinth!

"Hehehe, don't be in such a hurry, my rotten brother."

A cunning and treacherous laugh echoed in the highest heavens, even though he had not left his illusory castle or even the realm of chaos...

However, the spell he used still imprisoned Nurgle, preventing him from instantly returning to his own domain.

"Let me go, you bald chicken!"

Anxious Nurgle gave this infuriatingly fierce threat, but would the jerk even care? Absolutely not, not at all!

Moreover, it's not just the Lord of Change who wants to mess with Nurgle.

Slaanesh's radiance emanated from His palace, and He halted His war with Khorne without hesitation...

The Lord of Pleasure, who even allowed His legions to invade His territory, laughed wildly and conjured up all sorts of grotesque forms of Isha, then used her to bind Nurgle's voice.

Damn it, this is revenge!

Slaanesh is seeking revenge for Nurgle taking Isaac away from him years ago!

Hehehe, who said evil gods don't hold grudges? Damn it, this feeling of revenge is fucking better than shooting myself in the sun!!

Khorne didn't choose to kick him while he was down; he wouldn't stoop to such a thing. But the golden sun was a different story. That cold sun constantly hovered above Nurgle's head, ready to deliver a fatal blow if things went wrong!

"Caw! You bastards, let me go, let me go!"

Nurgle's furious roar and that patch of green, as if he were the victim, were so conspicuous in the heavens.

73. Nurgle's Wrath

Nurgle's furious roar was so piercing that it echoed to the heavens, making almost every psionicist who heard it tremble.

However, the combined efforts of the evil gods were indeed reliable. Nurgle could have returned to his demon palace in a single thought and annihilated those audacious creatures, but thanks to the combined efforts of Tzeentch and Slaanesh, Nurgle's actions were firmly suppressed.

But it probably won't last long, unless Tzeentch or Slaanesh really come out of his palace—but that's probably unlikely.

After all, Khorne and Nurgle have left the Demon Realm but haven't actually fought each other to the death... If it really comes to the point where the evil gods themselves have to fight to the death, then the end will probably come sooner than expected.

It is precisely because such a possibility is impossible that the cold sun stands idly by and even indirectly helps Tzeentch and Slaanesh suppress Nurgle.

He also needs to get what he wants from this process... and since the subspace that spans time has not shown the beginning of the next extinction, then let's just do it!

Since the possibility of the end cannot be suppressed or even delayed, let the prelude begin sooner!

We're going to do something big! Something really big!!

Nurgle's roar made Isa's expression change. She knew this wasn't the time for idle chatter, so she succinctly stated her purpose...

"I need your help. I will give you my power to lead you away from Nurgle's domain—the Eldar and humans need to unite to face the premature end, and I will offer my sincere intentions!"

When Isa said this, she was looking at Bai Qianshuang, and also pleadingly at Diego, or rather, at the cold sun behind him.

The goddess is not a spirit, even though she is a mother goddess born from their faith... but she is undoubtedly one of the very few "good gods" among the countless terrible gods in this universe.

During her time as a captive of Nurgle, she would always willingly taste the plague soup he offered. She could have refused, but she would still taste it.

Nurgle needs to assess the damage of the plague from her reaction...

And Isa, too, needed to find a solution to her father’s plague.

And whether humanity knows it or is willing to admit it, over the past ten thousand years...

Humanity has received countless cures for the Blessed Virus from Isa.