I'm a magnetic field madman

And what was it that destroyed them?

It is...an inevitable result.

It is the final answer that ends the distorted cause and effect of the fruit of life.

It is a cycle from which no life can escape, nor should it escape.

Things that transform from consumers into decomposers and producers.

What chases them is death.

He wields the Avalon Star Staff, which has transformed into a sword blade, or rather, the Sword of Avalon.

Bai Qianshuang was doing everything she could to destroy everything in front of her that made her nauseous!

He demanded all of Nurgle's possessions, and so he sought to destroy everything Nurgle owned—it was that simple.

The violent magnetic field force frantically tore everything in the garden apart, destroying the flowerbeds that the loving father had carefully cultivated. At the same time, countless corpses of great demons lay at his feet!

There is the rain father Rogtis, the plague father Korgath, and even the resurrected demon Primarch Mortarion!

But no matter who they were, no matter how powerful the Nurgle army was, they all fell and were defeated.

They all fell to the Eternal King!

"Come on, you maggots, burn them all!"

Roaring wildly, the figure, like a Khorne demon, destroyed wave after wave of Nurgle's army that tried to charge, but even so, the Nurgle's demon army showed no intention of retreating.

They relentlessly and frantically attacked Bai Wujie, solely because of the dark Demon Mansion blocking his path!

That was Nurgle's mansion, the most sacred place in the entire Plague Garden. And the actions of these demonic armies were solely due to the call they received from the Father.

They could feel the great and loving father's sadness at that moment, so they had to break through the obstacles and go to be with him!

"Cuck!!"

Mortarion, resurrected once again from Nurgle's massive mother tree, shrieked and brandished the End, charging forward once more... but this time, having learned his lesson, terrifying Nurgle venom dripped from his scythe!

But it was too late. If Bai Qian Shuang had used such a weapon from the beginning, she might have been a little more wary... but with Mortarian, whom she had defeated so many times—

"That utterly worthless, low-class rubbish! Get rid of it!!"

With a simple Bai family wind-slash, supported by the powerful force of 990,000 horsepower, she easily cut Mortarion into warp energy and sent him back to resurrect. After dealing with this shameful Primarch once again, Bai Qian Shuang suddenly turned around!

Suddenly, the pitch-black mansion burst forth with an incomparably dazzling emerald light, and at the same time, the entire Nurgle Garden began to "wither".

Countless plague roses turned black and withered, and countless filth sank into the soil... while mosquitoes and tiny lives lost their eternity in an instant and were embraced by death.

All this ominous signs were not bad omens, Bai Qianshuang knew it clearly—Isa had truly begun to take action!

She and Nurgle were to complete their final test, to correct the distorted nature and restore it to its rightful place and form.

"Coo coo coo, Isa, we don't need to make things so out of control."

Inside the pitch-black mansion, Nurgle, dragging his thousand-layered belly of fat, murmured to Isa, who had torn open the golden cage before him.

"Wasn't the time we spent exploring the mysteries of life joyful?"

“You are a very good god of life, Nurgle,” Isa said calmly, looking at the kind old man from the bottom of her heart…

"There is probably no more compassionate God of life in the entire universe than you. You are very competent and very kind, but the only problem is that you are too competent."

“Nurgle, as we’ve been discussing, you’re so focused on loving life that you’ve disrupted the natural cycle of life and death—insects and dragons are equal beings, and that equality lies in the fact that they will both eventually die.”

Isabella spoke softly, and then her long, golden hair slowly changed... Starting from the tips, a deathly gray color wrapped around and spread across it.

As Isha's hair color changed, an indescribable aura of deathly stillness instantly spread from her throughout Nurgle's Garden!

Isa has brought her own laws! She has abandoned the aspect of "life," because in this aspect she is destined to be unable to compete with Nurgle.

There is no god in this world, including the ancient saints, who were more competent than Nurgle.

His love is equal, and his help and love for life are absolutely great... In his eyes, a microorganism and a giant beast are both his equal "children".

Such love—how could Isa ever surpass it? How could it ever replace it?

Or is it that Issa, who replaced him, will soon become the next "Nurgle"?

If that's the case, then let's start from the perspective of "death" and from the natural and normal cycle of reincarnation!

The cycle of life's flourishing and decay is itself a healthy cycle; no life should be exempt from death.

From vibrant life to rigid corpses, from predators of nature to nourishment that gives back to nature.

This is the foundation of the laws of life, and this is a complete and healthy "cycle"!

The law of Neggot is unhealthy; his plague has created an excessive abundance of life.

Those immortal zombies and ubiquitous microorganisms may demonstrate Nurgle's compassion, but they also disrupt the inevitable development of the cycle of life!

But this is the true nature of Nurgle. Plagues, viruses, and even life are merely manifestations of Nurgle. He represents a concept that seems great but is utterly repulsive.

eternal

Eternal stagnation, eternal stillness, is like flowing water that stagnates and eventually decays... Nurgle's "eternity" for his followers will breed endless corruption.

With the rise of Isa, the overly powerful cosmic environment caused by Nurgle was instantly reversed!

The Nurgle cultists, demons, and Chaos Space Marines who ravaged countless planets suddenly lost their superhuman powers!

Their bodies could no longer withstand the ubiquitous microorganisms, and the unhealthy symbiosis was instantly broken... followed by the sound of him dying in agony amidst extremely miserable screams!

But after they die, they no longer "pollute" the local environment. Those fallen corpses are simply normal, "healthy" parts of the environment that nourish the cycle of life.

This is normal and healthy behavior, but Nagore cannot tolerate it, Nagore absolutely cannot accept it!

"Quack!! Isha, you've angered me!! I'm going to punish you!"

This time, Nurgle truly felt immense rage.

The God of Plague roared and spilled his soup pot... and in an instant, the "plague" of the entire universe transformed into a river more dazzling than the Milky Way, pressing down on Isha!

No, only an ignorant fool would actually think that what's in the Nurgle's Pot is a virus and a plague... In reality, it contains countless "lives".

Hundreds of billions, trillions, or even more astronomical figures!

An indescribable plague that could stimulate the "vitality" of the body was released, enveloping and corrupting everything about Isha.

And one terrifying and infinitely large plague after another has spread rampantly throughout the entire physical universe!

Hundreds of thousands of worlds were instantly engulfed in a massive, unpredictable plague...

These terrifying, undetectable viruses instantly robbed countless normal lives, transforming them into "eternal life" like the Nurgle walkers.

But Isa silently painted the somber colors of life, constantly guiding those microorganisms, or things that should die, to end their abnormal health and welcome death into the cycle of life.

Nurgle's plague created vast swathes of eternal life, while Isha's power ended countless unhealthy eternities, leading them into the cycle of life and death they were meant to enter.

But such behavior only further enraged the loving father.

"Did you hear the cries of these children? Did you see their helplessness in the face of loss? Isa, how could you do this?"

With a sob in his voice, Nurgle condemned Isha's ruthlessness, while simultaneously covering Isha's power with countless clusters of life!

Isa was no match for him; even with the sacred flame of Asuyan ignited, her death could not overcome the power of the Great Nurgle!

Strange growths began to grow unnaturally on her holy and perfect face, and pustules appeared on her smooth skin... all of this was a sign that Nurgle's power was corrupting her!

Isa's face was filled with sorrow; she had long anticipated this outcome...

She knew perfectly well that her laws could never be stronger than those of Nurgle, the eldest of the four gods!

As the power of the two gods clashed, Nurgle Gardens, which had been ravaged and killed by Isha's power, began to revive... and even Mortarion and his horde of great demons were reborn in an instant!

They were awestruck by Nurgle's immense power, trembled at the sight of their benevolent grandfather's wrath, and cheered for Nurgle's divine might!

"Yes, the power of a loving father is invincible!!"

"The loving father intends to beat Isha to her knees and humiliate her severely!!"

Bai Qianshuang glanced at Isa, who was completely at a disadvantage... but he wasn't in a hurry, or rather, he couldn't be in a hurry anymore.

If that big, golden guy doesn't show up, we'll all just perish together, and he doesn't care.

This war between the gods and the universe will determine the true future of all things in the world. There will be no third party who can take advantage of the situation... because if they lose, all physical life in the universe will lose!

So, let's keep fighting!

kill!!

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185 The Laughing God and the Treachery

The realms of mortal gods, whether emperors or other deities, are governed by fixed colors and aesthetics.

It might be a dazzling gold, or the architectural style of some civilization, or it might simply be a pure killing field.

Such "order" is everywhere, even among Slaanesh, who claims to be disgusted by the same things.

Essentially, this is the unavoidable manifestation of order that anything possesses when it is referred to in a general sense.

The Chaos Realm of Treachery is unique; its magical crystal labyrinth is absolutely different from anything else in the mortal world or even any other realm within the Chaos Realm.

There is no permanence or unity here, and nothing here remains unchanged in its form and nature.

Whether mortal or demon, perhaps only the most powerful Transformation Lord can grasp the true essence of Tzeentch's Transformation Domain.

Most people who explore the realm of great change quickly descend into madness.

Even those with strong will and mind can only understand one side of the Crystal Labyrinth, yet like Tzeentch, one god has a thousand faces.

Visitors who step into the Crystal Labyrinth, whether mortals or gods...

They were all unable to describe in detail what the domain of the Lord of All Changes truly looked like...

Or rather, each of their descriptions will ultimately clash with the understanding of others.

Statues in the mist, dreams, silent songs, paintings shrouded in fog.

In the madness and irrationality of the chaotic realm...

The vague term "crystal maze" is merely an inaccurate summary of its most superficial appearance.

Mares strolled through the crystal labyrinth.

Stepping on a transparent surface that is as smooth as polished pebbles.

They wander aimlessly through a maze of randomly appearing, dissolving, merging, splitting, and changing directions.

The undulations on the luminous surface of the crystal labyrinth contain more reflected and refracted light.

It is a reflection of fear, pain, and hope; a history of dreams and nightmares, reality and fantasy. It is a scene of suffering, madness, and despair.

These abstract fantasies bring the images within the crystal to life, striking straight to the soul.

Those mirrored reflections elongated Males's soul and existence... and actually created nine Males on different timelines at the same time...

This created the visitor's posture after entering the crystal labyrinth simultaneously at nine different time periods.

It contains her youth, her adolescence, her childhood, and her old age...

These different Marles, some of them experiencing moments of repression, sorrow, and despair, perished in anguish amidst extreme struggle.

Some experience a sense of joy and ecstasy, witnessing a glorious and potentially bright future, each one happier and more successful than the last.

Or perhaps they saw a nightmarish scene on the mirrored surface of the labyrinth, witnessing the deepest and most terrifying, tragic and indescribable end, ultimately succumbing to an even more miserable fate of certain death.

Moreover, every single one of them is real.

The treacherous laughter of the demons echoed in the center of the labyrinth, mocking the overconfident intruder and offering seemingly correct yet erroneous choices at every turn and fork in the road, creating confusion.

This ever-changing path is a place where even the wisest person is destined to lose their way; the mystery of endless change lies in the fact that there is no absolute option.

Among countless random numbers, visitors can only choose to gamble on a single change.

And Marles' method of tackling this labyrinth is—

"Hehehehehahaha."

Laughter, yes, laughter...

Sharp and piercing, drawn out and terrifying, like a demon with wings flapping in a midnight nightmare, like a monster with a thousand faces in a nightmare!

The drawn-out laughter drowned out the laughter of all the Tzeentch demons in the Crystal Labyrinth, silencing them and filling them with fear.