Chapter 176 21, Your Day Has Not yet Come, or It Is Unknown at This Moment

The bizarre and bizarre Supreme Heaven has infinite depth and infinite breadth. According to legend, even today's dark gods are just existences that emerge from the depths of the sea of ​​souls. In those unpredictable shadows, countless lost worlds ruled by cultists are like mold in the darkness. , breeding in the hotbed of depravity.

For these mortal cultists, demons and evil gods are the existences they look up to throughout their lives. Their highest ideal throughout their lives is to enter the realm of the gods and become a member of the demons.

For this reason, they racked their brains to do all kinds of evil deeds, striving to perform outstandingly and win the favor of the Evil God of Chaos.

Through the virtual realm, Dukel spilled countless concepts to the highest sky, to these mortal kingdoms hidden by chaos and ruled by evil gods.

This will be the first experiment of the ultimate weapon of the virtual realm, and it will also be the first attack of the empire’s virtual realm to bombard the subspace——

In the unknowable undercurrent of the Sea of ​​Souls, the dark stars hidden here are places that neither the empire nor the gods have noticed.

A group of Nurgle cultists who were lost in the subspace storm wandered here. These cultists were naturally accepted by the local mortals and successfully established the faith of Nurgle's loving father.

Sig was born in a small town in the dark world. To his parents, his birth was a treasure sent by the gods.

Just because he was born with three congenital diseases, his skin was ulcerated and his eyes were nearly blind. What's even more rare is that he also suffered from congenital heart disease.

His seriously ill body prevented him from running and jumping like normal people. He had to endure severe heart pain and unbearable itching of his skin day and night.

These differences made most people in the town cast envious glances at him. Even the priest of the God of Life sect would caress his forehead with his palms covered with pimples. ,

"You are a blessed child."

The nearly blind eyes could not clearly see the priest's sacred face, but his ears could still hear the envious tone.

Most of the land in the dark world is an unlivable desert. The town where Sig is located lives in a few oases, and the total population of the town is only about 10,000 people.

In this fertile oasis, they are self-sufficient and only need to work seven hours a day to feed and clothe their entire family.

And Sig, who was born with three serious diseases, was allowed by the priest to only do some light physical labor.

Sig is now 13 years old. So far, his life has been carefree and God has given him a happy life.

The overall atmosphere of the town is harmonious and friendly, and it takes great care of his 'blessed' child.

Unity and friendship are the first virtues taught to them by their fathers.

The only flaw he felt was that his body was becoming increasingly frail with age.

But whenever he mentioned this matter, his parents or the church pastor would comfort him in the same tone.

"It doesn't matter, Sig, you are a blessed child. Just wait until the day of your adult ceremony, and you will drink the thick syrup prepared by your loving father. By then, you will have found eternal life in the midst of illness. These gifts Fudu will be your source of strength, and you will be taller and stronger than anyone else in this town."

To be honest, Sig was doubtful about these words.

He had secretly prayed to the benevolent god countless times behind the back of his parents and pastor, praying that the other party would take back his blessings, and perhaps he would suffer from milder illnesses. He didn't want to be a blessed child, he just wanted to be like a normal person. , being able to run and jump is enough.

Unfortunately, maybe his prayers were not pious enough, and the gods never answered him even once.

To this day, Sig secretly prays to the gods as usual.

He no longer had any hope in God's response, only hoping to get some comfort from it.

Prayer can effectively divert his attention and temporarily relieve him from the torture caused by skin ulceration and itching.

Just when he was immersed in the peace that prayer brings.

This time, a strange sound echoed in his consciousness. In the midst of a magnificent and sacred symphony, he saw a black star emitting endless golden light rising slowly in his consciousness.

Sigur, who lived in a dark world, had never had the concept of stars in his mind.

But those mixed murmurs hidden in the symphony made up for his lack of knowledge. Many concepts he had never known before were now integrated in his mind.

Even his frail body was filled with a sense of power he had never had before. Sig has never felt so powerful and powerful as at this moment.

Sig lowered his head. He no longer dared to look directly at the black star. The god that radiated endless golden light like a ring of burning flames. The energy radiated by its existence itself had already made his soul flood. A burning sting.

"Great existence." Sig knelt down and prayed sincerely, "Can you show some kindness to me, an insignificant person, and satisfy my humble wish?"

The black star did not speak, but Sig could feel that a great will was looking at him. After an unknown period of time, maybe 13 seconds, maybe 130 years, he heard a huge voice ringing in his mind. ,

“Your day has not yet come,” He said, as if thinking, “Perhaps it is unknown at this moment.”

Like the whisper of a god, as His voice fell, more knowledge and more energy poured into Sig's mortal body.

He felt that he could do anything, but before he could rejoice,

"Thirteen days."

The dark stars disappeared without a trace in front of him, leaving only this last sentence echoing in his consciousness.

"Thirteen days? What is this?" Sig could not understand the true meaning of this deadline, but just kept it in mind.

Then he found that he was brought to a fantastic space, where he could do whatever he wanted, and his weak body was no longer a burden to him. He could even call on the infinite energy here to do anything he wanted.

"This must be God's heaven!" Sig said to himself excitedly.

He roamed freely in this paradise, and in the process, he even met many great entities.

Those beings that he could not fathom were naturally identified by him as holy spirits living in heaven.

Sig approached these holy spirits curiously, hoping to gain great knowledge from them.

Unfortunately——

"Get out of here, heretic!"

"Your Majesty, I smell a disgusting stench"

"Who let him in?"

Sig was very frustrated. The Holy Spirit in heaven seemed to be unfriendly to mortals.

"Maybe I should leave here." After being cursed by many Holy Spirits, he thought frustratedly.

Everything in front of him was changing, as if he had taken a great journey in the gap between time and space.

When his consciousness found the anchor again.

"I really hope that everything before was real, not just a wonderful dream."

When he felt the heaviness of the flesh again, a huge sense of gap emerged in his heart.

"Sig, is that you?"

Outside his door, his mother's voice came, "Child, where have you been? We have been looking for you all day, and everyone is worried about you."

The voice was getting closer and closer, and finally landed at the door of the room.

Hearing this caring voice, Sig's heart was filled with warmth.

"I'm fine, mother, I just..." As he spoke, Sig looked towards the source of the voice. When his sight gave him a clear response, he swallowed all the words he wanted to say next.

A huge wave of shock surged in his heart. This huge shock even made him fail to notice that his eyes, which were almost blind in the past, now brought him an extremely clear image.

Sig saw a rotten corpse with festering and sores all over his body standing at his door. He saw fat maggots feasting among the broken rotten meat. The turbid eyeballs of the rotten corpse stared at him, and there was disgusting mucus hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"No, you are not my mother!" Sig screamed, "Who are you?!"

In his memory, his mother was a beautiful and gentle lady.

Many times in the past, he had heard the men in the town praise his mother's beauty openly and secretly.

It was definitely not the abominable look now!

"Child, what's wrong with you?" The zombie opened his mouth, revealing his rotten teeth, a strong stench, and the gentle voice of his mother in Sig's memory.

"Did you get more blessings from your loving father?"

The flies in the stench were all jumping for joy at this moment, and the zombie stretched out his palm dripping with mucus, as if he wanted to check his body for him.

"No, you damn monster, get out of here!"

Sig dodged the dirty palm in fear, screamed loudly, and instinctively swung his still immature fist.

"Bang!——"

What Sig didn't expect was that his sick body in the past actually exerted an extremely rapid force at this time.

This punch hit his mother's rotten head firmly, and the zombie's cervical vertebrae broke instantly.

The corrupt blood came out, and the stinking head was thrown out, hitting the ground and rolling "gurgling".

"Sig, why are you doing this? This is not what a good child should do."

The ugly head that rolled to the ground was still teaching him in his mother's voice.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Sieg couldn't stand it anymore, he screamed and fled the room.

What made him feel even more desperate was that when he fled the room and ran to the town, the oasis they used to live on had now become a stinking quagmire in his eyes.

Toxic bubbles were churning in the swamp, and the kind townspeople of the past had now become rotten corpses.

He saw the equally rotten priest holding a coming-of-age ceremony for those living children.

The holy pulp that Sieg had longed for and could only taste at the coming-of-age ceremony, now presented to him, was just a bowl of thick soup with a foul smell.

He saw those living children being poured into the thick soup, and under the effect of the soup, they were also transformed into ugly appearances.

The flames of destruction rose up from Sieg's body.

"It turns out that all the beauty I experienced in the past was just a hateful lie in a dream." He said to himself.

At this moment, he had seen through the rotten truth beneath the harmonious appearance of the town.

All the love he had for this place in the past now turned into the power of revenge and destruction.

His once sick body now burst out with inexhaustible energy.

It took Sig only one night to destroy the entire town.

He used the bones, blood and rotten flesh of the town's residents to build 22 huge signs in the swamp.

——That is the beacon of the virtual world.

"Thirteen days." Sig muttered to himself.

Standing in the ruins of the town, he once again recalled the deadline that the dark star had said.

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The first experiment of the ultimate weapon of the virtual world is in progress, but at this moment, Duker has no time to check its progress.

At this time, the Primarch is preparing to go to Mars.

The Primarch, through the power of the Supreme Council, met with a forging general of the Mechanicus under the introduction of Gris. This general is in charge of a forging world called "Titan Iron Star" and has a very high status in the Mechanicus.

Looking at this guy who needs to cooperate with the heavy crane to move, his whole body is like a mechanical tank, Duker's purpose of summoning him is very simple. He needs him to work for him, using all kinds of knowledge and treasures in his hands to disintegrate the internal forces of the Mechanicus.

The Mechanicus inside Mars is divided into many schools. For the STC template, technical knowledge, and various doctrines, they fight fiercely.

For example, Gris and Cawl are great sages from two different schools, so they quarrel as soon as they meet. If the Primarch is not present, they may even fight.

This is a breakthrough for Dukel. The so-called politics is to win over a group and suppress a group. The Primarchs do not need the support of the entire Mechanicus, they only need to get more than half of the support.

"My lord, I may not be able to complete your commission." The voice of the Forging General sounded from the device in his abdomen.

"Like Gris, I am better at forging the glory of the God of All Machines, and I am not good at communicating with my colleagues."

Although the voice of the Forging General did not fluctuate too much, anyone could hear the embarrassment in his words.

He has a good relationship with Gris, and has helped Dukel in the past to build a naval fleet or weapons and equipment.

But this also led to his relationship with the scholars on Mars has not been very good. If possible, he even does not want to set foot on the soil of Mars again in this life.

"You can do it." Dukel said affirmatively.

While speaking, he asked the servitor to bring a template of STC.

Thanks to the selfless dedication of the Infinite One, Trazyn, Dukel is now rich.

And most of the collections of the Infinite Ones are similar to "toasters", which are very rare and precious, but not very practical.

Dukel is just a pragmatist.

He disdains creations that cannot be used in war, even if they are priceless.

But the Forging General obviously doesn't think so. He scans the template carefully with his mechanical eyes, and then greed and selfishness visible to the naked eye emerge.

An extremely precious STC template is placed in front of him.

If it weren't for the dignity of the original body, he almost wanted to take it for himself immediately.

"My lord, is this your reward?" The Forging General asked.

No matter what he thought in his heart, his body that had undergone 90% mechanical transformation was not enough to support him to express his emotions.

Seeing him like this, Dukel thought that the reward was not enough to satisfy the Forging General.

In fact, in his original plan, he did not intend to bribe a casting general to work for him with just a useless STC template.

Just as Duker opened his mouth and was about to say that this was just a deposit.

The voice of the casting general sounded again,

"My lord, if this is just the reward." The sound continued to come from his abdomen,

"I can only work for you for a hundred years."

Duker: "."

At this moment, the Primarch suddenly realized that the Mechanicus was most likely the easiest group to deal with in the Empire.

Should he not suffer the Endless again,

and let the Mechanicus acquire it in full?

Of course, this idea only flashed through his mind, and even if the Mechanicus wanted to sell, he might not want to buy it.