Chapter 137 137, Nurgle's Triple Defeat

"Charge! Loyal soldiers! Plant the banner of the Imperial Sky Eagle into Nurgle's eternal mansion!"

The Primarch shouted, although he also knew that this was impossible in this battle, but this did not prevent him from leading the expeditionary legion to fight for it.

Even though he was carrying the unconscious Goddess of Life on one shoulder, Duker still ran rampant on the battlefield without affecting his movements at all.

In fact, it was helpless for him to carry the goddess of life all the time.

No matter how weak the goddess may seem, she is a true lesser god. In this bizarre warp, her authority is extended, and her power is far beyond the imagination of mortals.

With such a being, at least in this sea of ​​souls, it would be difficult for Duker to leave her to mortals for safekeeping.

——You can't cut off the head of the goddess of life and hang it on your waist every day.

Duker also planned to use the other party's power to heal the Emperor's dead body.

Make the mummy sitting on the throne grow flesh again.

Even for the sake of the next plan, we cannot treat this goddess the same way we treat Magnus.

And in the unnamed place above the sky, part of Nurgle's gaze in the poisonous plague is always watching the goddess of life carried on the shoulders of the original body. The whole garden was shaking, the wrath of the Plague God was like three levels of purgatory, and His wrath had endured seven reincarnations.

But He could do nothing.

As a god, not only was He unable to harm the thugs who robbed the goddess, he was also being harmed by the thugs' biological father.

Dukel's twenty-two days of arson made the due north position on the outside of Nurgle's domain scorched to a point of vulnerability.

The Emperor's power continuously extends, expressing his great power with infinite light, piercing his will and power into the body of the Plague God.

The previous reckless punishment on Duker had already cost him an extremely painful price.

At this moment, not only was He unable to do anything, but he was also constantly being hurt. His skin was charred and his flesh was rotten, and his bones were broken and his tendons were broken.

What makes him even more angry is that those who hurt him are far more than just these thugs who come from afar from the north of Chaos.

And his neighbors.

In the northwest, the Khorne demon army slaughtered everything in the garden, uprooting flowers, plants and trees. Whether it was the powerful Nurgle demons or the insignificant germs, they all became the targets of the bloodthirsty demons.

The eternally stagnant fertile gardens turned into a bloody hell.

The Blood God showed great importance to this invasion.

Angras the Unbound is also known as the Skull Guard, the Messenger of Death, the Lord of the Bloodthirsty Demons, and the Close Family of Khorne. This powerful bloodthirsty demon is the general appointed by the Blood God for this expedition.

After Skarbrand was exiled, this powerful Prince of Khorne was already the chief demon under Khorne.

Of course, for the God of War and Courage, who is known for his small number of soldiers and generals,

although his chief demon Angras has so many resounding names.

But if you only use one sentence to describe the combat effectiveness of this demon.

That is - he was beaten by Lorgar.

- Still in the warp.

But even so, this is a rare big deal for the Blood God.

——After all, there are not many capable generals under the Brass Throne.

In the northeast of the garden, the plan of the Tzeentch Demon Army is about to come to an end.

At this moment, everything in the garden is covered with crystal.

The budding flesh flowers and the land covered with mold have become exquisite creations condensed in the crystal. At first glance, it is like a magical world in a magnificent fairy tale.

And in the center of this magical world, nine huge crystal castles are about to be completed.

Hidden in the depths of the highest sky, in the infinitely extending crystal maze, the Lord of Destiny who ascended the throne of God, now laughed triumphantly at the success of his plan.

In a higher level, in a dimension of illusion and disorder.

A card game for the Chaos Gods is going on.

Tzeentch calmly sat in his seat, and opposite him, the ancient god with a rotten stench was also sorting out the deck in his hand.

Nurgle looked at his hand, and in the infinitely extended green shadow, he showed a stinking mouth with a smile, and countless plagues and flies overflowed from his mouth, spreading his gospel.

"Scourge Stars", "Seven Poisonous Plagues", "Wildly Growing Gardens"

Nurgle was the first to play the deck, and he smiled triumphantly.

In response, Tzeentch shrugged without comment, and also threw out three cards,

"Nine Mantras", "Blood God Covenant", "Crystal Ball"

When these three cards were thrown out, the Scourge Stars and the Garden were shaking.

Nurgle instinctively felt something was wrong, and he cautiously played the Guardian,

"Plague Legion", "Great Unclean One", "Death Scythe"

And all of these seemed to be within Tzeentch's expectations,

"Tzeentch Legion", "Changeable Lord", "Thread of Destiny"

He threw his cards on the table.

Looking at these two cards, the Lord of Plague showed some disdain. With only these few cards, the opponent had no chance of winning.

But at this time, he suddenly found that the opponent's turn was not over yet.

Now it was still Tzeentch's turn.

The Lord of Destiny leisurely opened the cards he had thrown in the previous round.

He opened the "Nine Words" and pulled out a "Son of Vengeance" (Guilliman)

He opened the "Blood God Covenant" and pulled out a "Blood God Legion"

He opened the "Crystal Ball" and drew out a "Lord of Destruction" (Duker)

The smell of blood, the roar of revenge, and the endless red flames swept the entire card table almost in an instant.

Nurgle's Scourge card suddenly had visible cracks.

The situation on the card table was reversed in an instant, and Nurgle fell into a disadvantage.

The miasma around the God of Plague suddenly expanded, but He remained calm.

He turned over his "Garden" card, pulled out a "Garden of Plenty" and threw it on the table.

That was the core of Nurgle's domain. The God of Plague was full of confidence. He firmly believed that no existence could break into his heaven.

But Tzeentch's smile was still calm.

He pulled the "Thread of Destiny" on the table and pulled out a "Scythe of Death" (Motarion) from it.

Then He shook the "Scythe of Death", and cards fell one by one onto the table.

--"Son of Vengeance", "Lord of Destruction", "Emperor of Mankind"

Three cards, each heavier than the last, the entire table was shaking.

"Garden of Plenty" was instantly pierced by golden light, and a red flame burned on the card.

Nurgle's breathing became heavy, and the thick miasma boiled in His anger. His disadvantage expanded again, and He had to do something to reverse the current situation.

After a brief thought, He smashed an extremely heavy card onto the table.

Accompanied by a loud roar and a distorted scene that was too thick to look directly at, the card revealed its true appearance.

——"Triple Reincarnation"

This triple reincarnation card, which represents death, decay, and rebirth, is one of Nurgle's trump cards and the core of his authority.

Triple curse, triple divine gift, triple poison, this is the ancient power that existed in the past, present, and future at the beginning of the universe. In this field, he will be omnipotent.

Nurgle raised his eyes full of seven eye diseases and looked at the Lord of Destiny who was facing him.

He hoped that in his ancient authority, the other party could show the proper retreat.

But the result disappointed him very much.

Tzeentch's demeanor was still calm.

The Lord of Destiny picked up the "Tzeentch Demon Army" and "Lord of Change" on the card table. After combining the two, a new card appeared in his hand,

——"Crystal Castle"

Looking at the nine crystal castles standing in his garden, Nurgle's rotten eyes showed some disdain.

It is simply nonsense to try to shake his ancient power with such a humble creation.

But He did not take it lightly. As an eternal opponent, He knew the opponent, Tzeentch, just as the opponent knew Him.

The opponent could not have only this one card.

Nurgle began to guess the opponent's hand, but no matter how his rotten brain thought, he could not think of what kind of card the opponent would take out.

His authority is infinitely ancient, His power is infinitely great, and His reincarnation is flawless.

The God of Plague really couldn't think of what kind of card the opponent should use to resist his "triple reincarnation".

But when he saw Tzeentch throw out the next card, even the kind father with a benevolent heart could no longer suppress his anger. He was furious and furious.

Tzeentch once again pulled the thread of fate and pulled out another card - the Scythe of Death.

"Crack!——"

A sound of shattering resounded in the void.

The card that represented the eternal power of the God of Plague actually showed signs of shattering at this moment.

The entire universe was trembling, whether it was the material universe or the Supreme Heaven, a terrifying whistle resounded at this moment.

"Bang, bang, bang!——"

The God of Plague slapped the table angrily, and He even wanted to overturn the entire card table.

But when He wanted to do so, three phantoms as great as the two, blood-red, golden, and purple, appeared around the card table at this moment, and appeared on the table that belonged to them.

The entire card table did not move at all.

The card game has become a reality, and there is no possibility of regret.

The God of Plague roared, and terrible wounds gradually appeared on His body.

Tzeentch's smile became more and more intense, and He looked at the last card in his hand,

--It was a giant sword burning with endless golden flames.

And behind the Lord of Destiny

In that place that was not discovered by any great being, He held a thick stack of cards in each of His thousands of hands behind His back.

He had too many cards.

He could not finish them all, he could not finish them all.

He had nine ways to win this game, nine ways!

"Everything was as planned." The Lord of Destiny smiled triumphantly.

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Time in the High Heaven is disordered and chaotic, without any rules.

When the game of the gods is going on.

The war in the Garden of God's Heaven is also going on.

In that incomprehensible dimension, the battle between the God of Plague and the Emperor of Mankind has come to an end.

Above the sky, the thick plague miasma gradually dissipated.

The power of Nurgle retreated back to His eternal residence.

Robert Guilliman, floating in the sky, also opened his eyes at this moment, and infinite light bloomed from His eyes.

"The time for revenge is now! God of Plague, the oldest of the dark gods, the evil deeds you have done will soon usher in the time of reckoning!"

Guilliman roared, and the light condensed on him became more and more dazzling, like a star, enough to blind mortals in an instant.

He seemed to be gathering strength.

It seemed that he was conducting the final judgment.

"Impossible, what should I do? Shouldn't they all die? Why is this happening?" Mortarion was humming in the garden jungle.

He constantly turned to the great art of "Numerology" and followed the guidance of this art to carry out his great plan.

He never hesitated.

But at this moment, he hesitated.

No matter how he calculated, this great art told him that this was the moment of his true liberation.

It was the last link in his great plan.

For countless years, he had been looking forward to this moment, to escape from his predicament, to overthrow the tyrant on his head, and no longer be controlled by anyone.

But when this moment really came,

Mortarion hesitated, he retreated, he was afraid.

In the palm of Nurgle's hand that slapped Dukel before, he saw what kind of power his father had.

He dared not imagine what price he would pay if the great plan failed.

He also saw what kind of power his former brother, now the Lord of Destruction, had.

That was the supreme power after awakening the essence of the self, a power that no existence except the dark gods could resist.

"Even if the plan succeeds, I will face the pursuit of my blood relatives"

This also made him afraid. Mortarion thought uneasily in his heart, and he felt that he was now in a dilemma.

Just like he had done it in the past, every time he was complacent in carrying out his plan, but at the most critical moment, he stagnated.

Mortarion had thousands of reasons to declare his indomitable will to the outside world, but he could never deceive his own wounded heart.

At this moment, he would rather do nothing than make a mistake.

If no one pushed him.

His forward steps would stop forever.

But this time, Mortarion did not have much time to stay.

In just a moment, the force that pushed him came.

"Creaky."

Suddenly, the creaking sound of the door opening came from the ancient house of Nurgle, faint but full of ominous signs.

The door to the eternal mansion of the Plague God has never been opened before.

Mortarion turned around very, very slowly and looked at the house. A small window opened from the gable wall, revealing dark pupils that were deeper than the dark forest.

"Forgive me, dear father." Mortarion said timidly.

Guilliman's eyes also looked over at this moment, with terrifying penetrating power, as if he could see through the entire world at a glance.

The eyes that were like the center of the Milky Way, shining like millions of stars, were staring at the intimidating black eternal mansion.

"You are a traitor, Mortarion." Guilliman spoke, but his voice did not sound like his own. He was speaking on behalf of some great being.

"You are good at destroying everything that could have been done with your own hands. You are just a victim like a monster. Mortarion, maybe one day you can be saved, but until then, you have to go back to your own choice. Master."

"No!"

Mortarion yelled, but it was too late.

A force stretched out towards him, like an owner pulling on a dog's chain, and pulled hard!

Suddenly, his penis flew towards his back, and he felt a burst of extreme fear.

At the same time, he also felt extremely angry.

"No one can control me." Mortarion said. At first, the voice was very soft, but as he continued to repeat it, the voice continued to echo in the garden like a magic spell.

"No one can control me!" Mortarion repeated angrily, "No one!"

He took out a glowing light ball, and this time, he swallowed it without any hesitation.

This was the elixir he sought from the Goddess of Life, enough to temporarily break Nurgle's chains of decay.

In his roar, there was a harsh breaking sound in the void, as if an invisible chain was completely cut off at this moment.

Mortarion's figure also fell down before flying into the open door.

"Forgive me, loving father!"

In his almost crazy voice, the Lord of Death picked up his Silent Scythe and waved it vigorously.

The sharp scythe cut through the poisonous gas in the garden, and finally penetrated deeply into the ground of the garden, the earth of flesh and blood belonging to the God of Plague.

The ground of the Endless Garden was shaking crazily at this moment. In this garden, in front of the residence of the God of Plague, a huge crack was torn out.

Endless dark breath spurted out, killing everything in Mortarion in just an instant. His whole body was dying, and his armor, flesh, weapons, and essence... everything was suffering.

But in this dark death, he took control of new power, a power that belonged to him.

His skin and flesh were festered and his bones were rotten, but he still clenched his teeth, his eyes overflowing with rich darkness, and he roared ferociously, as if to declare his new life,

"I am Mortarion, the Lord of Death! I am the embodiment of death, and I am an unyielding rebel. I swear to completely overthrow all tyrants in the galaxy, and my scythe will harvest the blood of all dictators!"

With his roar,

"Crack!——"

A harsh cracking sound resounded in the void of Nurgle's heaven.

Death, decay, and rebirth, the threefold cycle that envelops all living things, the eternal and unchanging supreme power of the God of Plague, now shows signs of fragmentation.

Among them, representing the death corner, there were obvious scratches from the sickle blade.

At this moment, Nurgle's wounds were even more severe than those the Emperor had inflicted on him.

"Well done, bro!"

Duker, who had led the army all the way, saw this shocking scene just in time.

He laughed unbridled,

As he laughed, the black mist of death that Mortarion raised thickened, and the Gardens of Nurgle fell apart.

This mysterious paradise is like a leaked ball at the moment. It is constantly leaking and shriveling as the black mist of death overflows.

And Duker also raised the weapon in his hand while laughing,

"But that's it for you, brother."

Without any hesitation, he charged at Mortarion.

The Lord of Death snatched part of the power of death from Nurgle's garden.

But this does not mean that these powers of death belong to Mortarion.

As long as Duker kills the opponent at this moment, then all the power of authority will belong to him.

He once again raised his heart to plunder.

Dukel didn't feel any psychological pressure about killing Mortarion.

But when he charged.

Rumble——

Every plant in the garden oozes anger like thunder.

After seeing Dukel snatching the goddess of life, he rushed towards Mortarion snatching the power of death.

This loving father who had a heart of love for all life was completely unable to restrain his anger at this moment.

From the beginning of His birth until now, Nurgle has never been so angry.

Nurgle was furious.

But He could do nothing.

Because the golden light that made him feel extremely disgusted shone again.

Guilliman shined in the air. He had completed charging up his power. His eyes, surging with golden light, took a deep look at Duker and Mortarion.

Then he shouted angrily at Nurgle,

"God of Plagues, listen!" Guilliman's voice roared through eternity, and the fire on the sword grew stronger and stronger, until the fire seemed to burn out time.

"I am Robert Guilliman, loyal heir to the Emperor of Terra. Lord of Plagues, you deserve not to die today, but know that I remember you. I will come back for you, and you will burn. All gone!”

He grasped the Emperor's Sword in both hands and raised it high. A rising wave of fire swept through the garden.

"Wait, old man, don't!" Dukel quickly raised his head and shouted.

He was still some distance away from Mortarion, and once the Emperor exerted his power, everything would be burned and they would all be expelled from the Garden.

Once he left the blockade of the Garden, finding Mortarion would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“No time”

A sacred voice suddenly appeared in Duker's mind.

Then he heard angry shouts coming from Nurgle's mansion, and a wave of fire hotter than a million suns devoured everything in its path.

The entire garden was almost burned to the ground at this moment, turning everything into pure nothingness, not even ashes left.

The trace of the fire finally stopped in front of the door of the Eternal Mansion. But even so, the endless-looking hall of the house was still shaking violently, moss-covered tiles kept falling from the roof, and the soaked wood emitted foul-smelling steam.

"This is a warning. The Warp is in balance with the physical universe. But for so long you have been tipping that balance, but understand that it is not just the Warp that can move forward. This realm is not real, only will. It’s true. And there is no one in this realm that can overcome my will!”

"Remember, Lord of Plagues, and bring this news to your brothers, I am not speaking for myself." Guilliman waved the flaming sword in his hand with a majestic voice,

"I am speaking for the Emperor of Mankind!"

With his voice,

Everything here is falling, Durkor and the goddess of life on his shoulders, the Imperial Legion, Guilliman, and even Mortarion, they keep going down, keep going down, until their figures are far away from Nurgle of heaven.

Everyone's face showed a little confusion, as if everything that happened in the garden before was a fantasy dream.

But what they did and the great impact it caused told everyone that everything was real.

Southwest of the Chaos Realm.

On this day, the Supreme Heaven belonging to Nurgle shrank by nearly one third.

The oldest among the dark gods ushered in his triple defeat.