I'm a magnetic field madman

Diego nodded slowly, the silver flames in his eyes having been replaced by golden ones at some point!

Even before becoming the King of Darkness, he may still despise aliens and gods... but he also understands that he must do what is necessary when necessary.

The threat of chaos is imminent, and the final war of destruction caused by these magnetic field beings has been brought forward significantly.

While it may not be the final battle that decides the fate of the universe... in any case, the upcoming battle will inevitably affect countless people...

Nurgle's roar grew ever louder, Tzeentch and Slaanesh's restraints began to fail, and the entire garden trembled wildly... Countless lives grew wildly, and countless Nurgle spirits huddled together like a tidal wave, weeping!

"Accept my power, Otherworldly One. You are one of the very few in this universe who can bear so much of my power without possessing my bloodline." Isa looked at Bai Qian Shuang and said urgently and seriously...

"I will safely escort you away from here, and in return, you will have the opportunity to use this power correctly in the future!"

Why don't you leave yourself?

“I can no longer leave Nurgle,” Isa said, both helpless and frank.

"Nurgle and I have formed two sides of the same cycle of life; he is decay and corruption, while I am healing and rebirth. He generously allowed me to live here, and in doing so, I became part of his cycle—"

This isn't entirely a bad thing, child. Because if there's even the slightest possibility that, as His power wanes, I might be able to make this garden a little better, and that His influence... won't be so immense.”

Isha's words may contain the secrets of the gods...

Some people always believe that the essence and power of the Four Gods come from the extreme ideas of mortal beings... so they think that if everyone were good, the Four Gods would become good.

But that's impossible. Gods have already been born, and no matter how wonderful the universe may be, it cannot change their already extreme nature.

But Isa’s words may prove that she has found a way to reverse Nurgle’s influence to some extent.

She and Nurgle are both Warp deities, and they share the same concept.

Perhaps Isha represents life and healing that are less profound than Nurgle's, but they still possess a similar divine status.

Let Nurgle no longer represent a pitiful hope amidst despair, and let the suffering of the plague become a healing that is more in line with the spirit of material life.

Of course, this road is very long, and you can hardly see the end of it.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Bai Qianshuang; all he was faced with was the choice of whether or not to obey.

Did Bai Qianshuang have a choice? No, of course not.

Without hesitation, he reached out his hand, and Isha grasped his arm tightly... The next moment, emerald light descended from the sky, enveloping everything.

Before her consciousness was swallowed by the light, Bai Qianshuang only heard Isa's pleas.

"I know you don't like being ordered around, but please, save those children..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Qianshuang was sent out of the Nurgle Domain. The next moment, as the entire Nurgle Garden churned and surged, the colossal dark green creature returned to its domain!

Surrounded and cheered by countless Nurgles, the colossal deity returned to its mansion.

He returned to his crucible, looked at Isha whose radiance had diminished considerably, and spoke in a muffled tone…

"Isa, how are you?"

Nurgle was actually concerned about Isaac, and the goddess responded to the Plague Father's concern with a smile, saying softly...

"I entrusted my power to them to take it out, that's all."

“This is very bad behavior, Isa,” Nurgle mumbled indistinctly.

Nurgle was very unhappy, but his anger was clearly directed at Tzeentch and Slaanesh... The Father knew that Isa could not possibly have any dealings with those two.

Nurgle wasn't actually angry that Isha shared her power with mortals. He was incredibly forgiving, especially towards Isha, who was perhaps the only one in the entire universe with whom he could discuss the mysteries of life.

He wouldn't hold a grudge against Isa, but there were some things Nurgle had to settle.

He returned to his garden, but in doing so, he allowed one-fifth of his Chaos Realm to be corrupted by Khorne.

But it's okay, the father's low point has passed, and his power is about to reach its peak!

And since those bastards, including the cursed ones, want to accelerate the world's progress—then let it come, let's begin!

"Motalian!"

Nurgle's summons echoed across the heavens, and the Primarch, who had just led Nurgle's army back to his domain and had been resting for a very long time in the Horarium, opened his eyes and asked in a low voice...

"Grandfather, I've come."

Like countless swarms of Yagura, Nurgle's power instantly pulled Mortarion before him, and Mortarion humbly knelt on one knee before his great grandfather.

He ignored the goddess Isa beside him, even though Isa's power stirred Mortalian's desires... but the Primarch had enough humility and respect for his great grandfather.

"Mortalian, I'm going to start a war in the physical universe!" Nurgle said lovingly, stroking Mortalian's head...

"The cursed one, your father, and everyone else, they all want to accelerate the process of this universe's extinction."

"Theirs are foolish; the cycle of the universe is as immortal as you, Grandfather."

“Hehehe, you’re right, Mortarion.” Nurgle chuckled gently.

"But while this is the truth, we cannot ignore their provocations."

“I understand what to do, Grandfather,” Mortarian whispered.

"Really? Then can you tell me what you want to do?"

“My brother, Guilliman.” Mortarian raised his head, his tone carrying a clear expectation mixed with a vibrant malice…

"His life hangs between life and death, and his soul is still under the control of the Corpse King. But I will be able to liberate his soul and corrupt the entire five hundred worlds of Alteramar!"

“I will extinguish those irritating blue stars and offer you the stars of calamity! I will bring you a brother so that he may receive the true love of the Father.”

“Well said.” Nurgle burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

“But Mortarion, you alone are not enough. So you need to be well prepared, and most importantly—Mortarion, the power of your Primarchs is no longer invincible in the physical universe.”

Mortarian frowned; he didn't quite understand his father's meaning.

To teach his reckless child these lessons, Nurgle handed him a drop of plague liquid...

It was a plague broth imbued with the power of the magnetic field. Mortarian reverently held it in his hands, feeling the immense power contained within.

“Child, but the moment you ascended, you lost the power to walk freely in the material world.”

Nurgle looked at Mortalian and said with concern...

"This makes it difficult for you to obtain the same special power as your brother in the physical universe. But that's alright, this drop of venom will help you achieve your goal."

"He won't kill anyone, but he can prevent the wrong people from interfering. My red brother's child, who loves skulls, escaped... and I think he might interfere with our purpose!"

"This is?"

“He can neutralize that so-called magnetic field force,” Nurgle said softly.

"Even a so-called million horsepower could be injected to stop this abnormal power. But unfortunately, this isn't my creation. And if I could, I really would like to meet that talented child called Virus..."

When Nurgle said this, he made no attempt to hide his anticipation and longing for the virus... which aroused Mortarion's intense jealousy, and he immediately petitioned in a distorted voice...

"Please leave it to me, Grandfather! I will give you everything!"

"No rush, no rush," Nurgle chuckled and waved his hand.

"Unity is strength, Mortarian. Remember that, stay united."

"We are a family, and only when all family members are together can we exert a greater force."

“Motalian, I will instruct the eavesdropping worm to inform Kugas and Rotigus,” Nurgle said lovingly, looking at his incredibly enthusiastic child…

"I know you two don't get along, but you should try to get along well."

“I will inform them, grandfather,” Mortalian said in a deep voice, paused, and continued…

"Including Typhons."

Having said that, Mortarion vanished from the spot and returned to his House of Time.

In this place where all clocks have stopped working.

The Death Guard's demonic primal was wrapped in thin black threads that pierced through his skin and eyes.

Through the dark miracle of the Mycota Profundis, he began to communicate with his estranged genetic offspring, Typhons, but the Primarch disliked what he heard.

“Motalian, I am under orders from a higher authority, and I cannot obey your orders!” Typhons said, his tone devoid of any respect for the Primarch, only an indescribable arrogance.

"The First, Third, and Fourth Plague Companies are with me. We are returning to the Scourge Star to prepare for Abaddon's Thirteenth Black Crusade!"

The grave-like sound of Typhon comes from the perfect reproduction of his shoulders and head made of hyphae, a living bust, presented in cross-section like a live anatomical specimen.

Blood vessels and organs move beneath layers of bone, fat, and armor.

The Hive Master was in very bad shape, as he had recently been nearly beaten to death.

He nearly died there when he led the Death Guard through the Calithis star system to raid it.

He wouldn't tell anyone that the person who almost killed him wasn't another Astartes or anything, but just a mortal.

You're hurt. You're scared.

Mortalian said that the Primarch's joy at his son's setback passed between them along with his words, while Typhon remained silent.

“Fear has nothing to do with this, my genetic father,” Typhon said.

“I am Nurgle’s mortal forerunner. Our gods have commanded us to assist Abaddon in his Black Crusade, and we must go.”

“Abaddon is no longer of any importance,” Mortarian scoffed with a contemptuous laugh.

The respirator fixed to his face emitted green and purple smoke. He looked at the fungal stems that formed the image of Typhons before him and exclaimed...

"This is a direct order from my grandfather: we are to invade the Limitless Starfield! Go and greet my sleeping brother, and bring him our father's blessings!!"

"Take all your power, Typhons! If necessary, even dismantle Abaddon's power; the Black Crusade's purpose is insignificant compared to our next objective!"

Typhons fell silent, genuinely unsure whether this was truly his father's order or another of Mortalian's presumptuous actions. Yet, he also understood that even Mortalian would likely not dare to falsely convey his father's command.

"We will be ready."

"Typhons said in a low voice, then snapped the fungus that formed the Primarch's appearance in front of him.

74. The Disliked Mortarion

Trouble from Mortarion?

This order is certainly troublesome! The place they're going to attack is none other than the Extreme Starfield!

It's the core of those damned Smurfs' five hundred worlds!!

This is a very difficult task. If it were Abaddon, he might be able to infiltrate, but to have the Death Guard do it... that would be suicidal.

Although Nurgle's orders were capricious, he at least didn't really intend for his chosen ones to die.

In Nurgle's ever-spacious house, his large ladle stirred the things brewing in the crucible...

An eye that could encompass the entire universe rolled stickily in its socket, its gaze fixed on Altramar.

In the vast plague factory, a great unclean being muttered, and Kugas, who was simmering a pot of plague broth in the garden, looked up at the sky, where purple and green clouds blocked out the sunlight.

The morbid lightning swirled within it, and when it struck, it made a sound like rotting branches snapping.

"The rain will dilute my medicine! Oh, how annoying!"

He muttered impatiently, because he hated rain, and even more so the guy in Nurgle's Realm who always controlled the rain, his rival, Rainfather Rothigs...

But even without rain, he was always unhappy. This was true of Kugas, the father of the plague, perhaps because his very origins made him unhappy.

He wasn't born a great demon; he was once just a carefree Nurgle, playing on his loving father's shoulders...

He accidentally fell into his loving father's soup pot and drank the pot of plague that his father had carefully cooked.

Although the benevolent father didn't care and instead happily removed the Nurgle spirit... and he became a Great Unclean One as a result, Kugas felt no joy at all.

Because Kugas realized that he had taken away the most powerful plague ever concocted by the benevolent father.

Since then, Kugas has been wandering the universe in search of the perfect ingredients to create poisons for Nurgle.

Unlike the other great impures, he rarely had happy moments... because he felt he was always burdened by the sins of failing Negro.

Of course, the loving father never cared about these things; in fact, he laughed heartily when he saw Kugas being born.

But perhaps the more benevolent Nurgle was, the more melancholy Kugas became.

If there's one thing that Kugas's soul doesn't need, it's more repression. Perhaps that's why he doesn't get along well with the other Great Impures, but has a relatively better relationship with Mortarion.

It's probably because neither of them is very happy—though, relatively speaking, it's only relatively good.

The Primarch flew in silently with moth-like wings, but his armor emitted a series of coughing and spitting sounds, and his respirator was so loud that Kugas heard it before he even saw him.