Chapter 133 133, Divine Plague

"Duker broke into the garden of the loving father and beat you? God, how could he do this!" Kugath was heartbroken.

"I have said long ago that guy is a complete thug and everyone should stay away from him!"

Rotigus coughed violently. His ugly fat face was even more unrecognizable after being beaten by the original body. As he coughed, his loose teeth fell into the thick soup one by one.

The violent cough made him bend over, and when Kugath was not paying attention, he drank a few sips of the precious elixir of the father of plague.

When these rotten things fell into his stomach, he smiled happily, "Nice to see you, my rotten relative." Rotigus stretched out his hand, and a glittering sphere spun in his hand, "Your eyes fell off." Kugath grabbed his eyes back and screwed them back into the eye sockets, "I'm not happy at all, get out of my crucible, now!" "Ah, ah, ah!" Rotigus said lazily, "This won't work, because this is not your crucible, rotten brother, this pot belongs to the kind father." "The kind father gave it to me to use!" Kugath shouted. "But He also allowed me to appear in it. If it weren't for the gift of the kind father, I might have been beaten to death now." Rotigus said happily, and he took the opportunity to drink a big mouthful of thick soup openly, "The most unclean and most contagious. What are you cooking?" "None of your business, scumbag scumbag!" Watching the other party drink the thick soup, Kugath was angry. "This is a plague, what you plan to use to kill Guilliman?" Rotigus took another sip in front of him and commented sharply,

"It's a bit too strong." He said.

After seeing this scene, Kugath's anger made his brain boil, so that steam came out of his ears and mouth.

"Go away, don't drink it anymore, you're destroying it!"

"I can make it better." Rotigus leaned against the cauldron. After being beaten, he needed to rest. Feeling the thick soup flowing through his wounds, he sighed with satisfaction,

"I have to admit that this thing you made is quite nourishing, brother, have you considered changing your job to become a plague witch doctor?"

"You!" Kugath was furious, he held the spoon hard, as if he was holding a spear, not a medicine vessel.

"This is the perfect plague! Anyone who gets close to it will die, and anyone who drinks it will die. This is the worst plague ever!!!"

"Really?" Rotigus took a big sip of this thing and spit out a small fountain.

"This disease is called the plague of God. It can kill anyone, including any of the little toy people of the false emperor! I will successfully release it."

"Cute." Rotigus soaked in it comfortably and asked lazily, "Can he kill Mortarion or Dukor?"

"Yes, yes, it can kill everyone, don't drink it anymore!" Kugath shouted angrily, "Nothing is immune. Mortarion will die, Dukor will die, and you will die too! This is not a short exile, your essence will be corrupted and become a feast for soul fungi!"

"Even Father Rotigus will no longer exist." Kugath gloated,

"This is complete extinction, irreversible!"

"Complete extinction, brother, don't scare me with this, I just felt it once. It's just a little bit but not now."

Rotigus hung his loose arms on both sides of the cauldron, as if taking a refreshing bath.

"Here's the situation, old friend Kugath." He grinned,

"It didn't affect me, did it? I didn't perish, in fact, I'm full of energy!"

"That's why I'm here." Rotigus looked at him and said in a muffled voice, "You don't have much time left. Khorne and Tzeentch have formed an alliance, and they are taking action on the land of the loving father. And there is also the son of the cursed, Dukel. God, I have never seen such a rude guy, and I never thought that one day I would be beaten up in the garden of the loving father."

"They are all targeting the loving father?!" Kugath exclaimed, "But the treaty! Why would they..."

"Listen Kugath, I'm not kidding, things are already very serious. Although I failed and fled shamefully, I also completed the task. I delayed Dukel's progress, even if only "A small meeting." "The father would not blame me for this. In fact, if it was not His permission, I couldn't even return to it. The treaty, but now we have a new war to face. I know. "Robgs smiled falsely," the establishment of the natural disaster stars has made the loving father get in the field of physical universe. The game is not right, even like him. "" What? "Kugas was puzzled after hearing him." If I am you, I will re -arrange my priority.

Instead of answering, Rotigus grabbed a handful of liquid from the cauldron and poured it on the wound on his shoulder. The indescribable feeling made him look extremely comfortable.

"But... my 'God's Plague' is almost done!" Kugath said with his hands dancing, "I... I made something special, something pleasant, which can kill the son of the cursed, both mentally and physically. This is as good as the plague that created me, or even better!"

"Ah, no one cares." Rotigus sighed, "What are they? Fake demigods? But this is the game of the real gods! Your obsession is too deep, you always want to make up for your past mistakes, so that you can't see what is most important, poor ghost."

Kugath was once just a humble Nurgling beside his father. He accidentally fell into Nurg's greatest soup while playing. He drank up Nurg's soup and became a great unclean one.

Although his father did not punish him for this, Kugath always felt deeply guilty and vowed to cook a perfect soup to repay his father's loss.

After hearing what Rotigus said, Kugath straightened his sagging chest, "I am working towards the goal of the kind father! Our whole plan here is to bring those disgusting clean worlds into the garden. I" Rotigus interrupted him again, "Stop lying to yourself, you are just following Mortarion's plan. You want to rely on this plan to let the kind father forgive your birth, and you want to repay the thick soup you once drank." "These are all correct. But Mortarion is not so credible. As I said before, this mortal is trying to participate in the game of the true god." "Although we don't know what Mortarion wants to do, this motive alone makes him seem less credible. And you, Kugath, you are being manipulated by him." "He is also a demon!" Kugath retorted. "Pfft - OK, OK." Rotigus laughed out loud, "But he's only half of it!"

"You've been completely manipulated, which has made you ignore the greater prospects. Kugath, the father of plague, the first among Nurgle's favored ones. I seem to have seen that your era is over, and my era is about to begin. Unlike your short-sightedness, I am busy with more important goals, busy with other worlds, other planes, and other places."

"Then why are you here, dear Rotigus." Kugath had a hypocritical smile on his face,

"You'd better leave and don't waste time for our little war."

In response, Rotigus shook his finger in a warning, "Everything is born and dies, Kugath. So is fame, and so is the love of a kind father. I rank second in His favor. How long do you think you will be ahead? You never know, I may be promoted."

He winked at Kugath, "Goodbye, His most beloved servant at present."

After that, Rotigus's huge body sank into the crucible again. Huge bubbles emerged from the cauldron and burst.

Kugath reached into the cauldron, looking around for his opponent, and found that the Rainfather was indeed gone.

The Plaguefather stirred the cauldron again. At first, he was driven by annoyance. But as he stirred, he began to think, and as he thought, his stirring gradually slowed down.

"Hmm," Kugath pondered, "The gods have torn up the treaty, and Nurgle's garden is being invaded. This is crazy. I wonder if Mortarion really knows about this?"

"But Rotigus will not lie to me, he should really know, but why would he hide it from me?"

Kugath was thinking, he didn't want to talk to the primarch, but they were allies, he couldn't just assume that the other party really knew

Not long after he thought about this,

Kugath had a brief discussion with the former mortal, now the loving father's son.

It was discovered that the other party actually knew about Tzeentch's invasion!

And he also learned worse news. Mortarion's powerful lieutenant Typhons had given up the war and retreated to the garden.

Kugas felt a little scared when he learned that the situation was so serious.

He also wanted to return to the garden.

But at this time, he heard Mortarion's voice again, "Don't worry about those demon armies. You and I both know the power of the loving father. They can't cause any trouble. And my brother, Duk'l, is even more insignificant. He is just a mortal. In Nurgle's heaven, he can't even find the way to the core area." Mortarion's voice was rarely excited. He patted Ku'gath's shoulder and painted a bright future for the Plague Father. "Ku'gath, the most favored by Nurgle, listen, our cause is the greatest! Think about it, when you spread the most unclean plague, Guilliman will be completely corrupted, which is something that the loving father has never done!" "Those incompetent people are still resisting the invaders, and we, we will open up a wider territory for the loving father in the physical universe! By then, we will all prove ourselves, and the loving father will love us more, Ku'gath-" Ku'gath was moved. .

Outside the Garden of Nurgle, in the due north, the golden light of the Fate Eagle Banner illuminated everything here.

In the red flames, the wreckage of the Plague Ark fell from the unclean sky. For nearly a month, the roar of artillery fire had a brief pause.

Countless huge red fire storms gathered into tornadoes that reached the sky and the earth, wantonly destroying everything here.

The rotten earth of the garden dried up and cracked, the plague swamp was ignited and burst into a terrifying sound, the miasma and poisonous fog in the sky were all involved, making a sizzling sound, and the burnt and smelly smoke covered all the blasphemy and uncleanness.

The fertile forests were uprooted, and in the wailing sound, all the demons involved were turned into ashes.

The firelight illuminated everything red, and the whole world was like melted amber, a doomsday disaster scene, everything here was being destroyed.

Faced with such a terrible scene, none of the mortals present were afraid. The red flames are an extension of the power of the Lord of Destruction and the substantial expression of human anger.

They listened to the screams of the demons in the firelight, as if listening to the most beautiful music in heaven.

Saint Efilar, with her wings of flames stretching for dozens of meters, flew high in the sky holding the flag of the empire. She looked at one of the flame tornadoes, and the flames illuminated her holy cheeks.

"The glorious Lord of Destruction, mercifully purifies everything here."

She murmured to herself. In the posture of a living saint, her skin was as pure as white porcelain, and the light of the soul in her eyes expressed the joy in her heart.

The mechanical priests soothed the excited machine soul in the firelight.

"Calm down, machine soul, your body needs rest."

Bang! ——

Unmanned, the machine gun fired several bullets into the red sky.

"Calm down, calm down, in the name of Om Messiah!" The mechanical priest standing by hurriedly recited the praises and sprinkled the sacred machine oil on the barrel.

"Calm down! The Lord of the Second Legion did not start a war. We are resting, machine soul."

Buzz! ——

The six-barreled revolver was spinning rapidly, and the machine soul inside seemed a little frustrated.

"Hahaha, we won, another victory! Praise the Warmaster, praise Sanguinius, praise the Empire!"

The Blood Angel's dreadnought mech jumped onto the hill of the garden. His voice was flat, but anyone could hear the excitement in it.

"It's so easy. Following the pace of the Warmaster's expedition, victory is a matter of course! I will once again expand the territory for the Empire, and I will always have an enterprising spirit! Live up to the glorious life and the blood of Sanguinius!"

He solemnly raised his mechanical arm, muttering something in his mouth. No one knew what a brilliant scene was in his eyes at this moment.

So that his seemingly funny behavior was infecting all the imperial soldiers around him.

"Brother, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see the beautiful picture you described in this life."

Dante's body, which was much taller than that of a mortal, stood upright on the battlefield. His body was still firm, but his spirit had long been attracted by the beautiful picture described by his ancestors.

He stared at the veteran soldier in the fearless mecha, venting his joy in madness.

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