Chapter 44

Take nutritional paste.

Take a break.

Open your eyes and continue to repent.

Take nutritional paste again.

Repent again.

Go to sleep.

After being deprived of all power, imprisoned, and guarded, Inquisitor Orogen, who has been waiting for the inevitable judgment, has already adjusted his mentality and lived a life similar to that of an ascetic in shackles. As a high-level inquisitor who has walked in the empire for so many years, although Orogen has no regrets about everything he has done, he also knows that his soul has been stained by sin. He knows that the last meaningful thing he can do in his life is just to pray that his contribution to the empire is greater than the damage he has caused to the empire... But now, looking at the three beings standing in front of him, Orogen feels that his dream of "the damage he has caused to the empire is less than his contribution" should have been a mirage.

"...If possible, I hope to know at the end of my life what level of excommunication traitor I am - anyway, how can a bug like me deserve to know the answer?"

Although Orogan tried his best to crawl on the ground, not to see the majesty of the throne messenger, the Grey Knights and the assassins of the Assassin's Court standing in front of him - or in other words, not to pollute these noble beings with the sight of himself, a hateful excommunication traitor, he was half-dragged by shackles and had to let his eyes meet the three beings in front of him - all of this made the emotional fluctuations in Orogan's heart even more bleak - in his memory, the inquisitors who could be found by the Assassin's Court were already rare, and the inquisitors who could be found by the Grey Knights were a little more, but the number was just that, and he had never heard of an inquisitor who was found by both of them at the same time, and outside of these two systems, there were actually guards who found him?

What kind of heinous crime did he commit to get such "favorable treatment"! Did he desecrate the Golden Throne during a mission?

"Relax, High Inquisitor Orogan, your sins can still be redeemed."

The political commissar who controlled the imperial army chess piece adjusted her tone and made her voice more rhythmic. After hearing the operation process of another plan from the figure king, the hammer guys were stunned and quickly worked out a simple plan. First, the Inquisitor had to be very willing to bear his responsibilities. Among these responsibilities, dying was not the most difficult thing for High Inquisitor Orogan.

"If you want to fight according to this plan, I will release the suppression of the Blackstone facility in this tomb for a short time after you are ready, so that a small link will be created between the galaxy and its corresponding subspace for you to pass through. There should be a large number of subspace evil creatures guarding there. You should destroy them as much as possible and interfere with the structure of the field there. I will monitor the readings there all the time. When the readings reach the critical point of pollution value, I will give instructions. At that time, you will let the key and any planet in this galaxy perish together and destroy the structure of this ritual in the physical world. As long as you do this, the subspace of this galaxy will be misaligned with reality and completely lose the possibility of docking." - Trazyn said after taking out the plan.

"In other words, we want High Inquisitor Orogan to obey the orders of you, the alien." - The answer of the hammer guys.

Therefore, in order to make a certain high-level judge who has been judged as the key by the King of Figures willingly obey the instructions of the King of Figures, the Hammers directly used drastic measures, and let the Imperial Guards, Grey Knights, and several chess pieces of the Assassin's Court appear in front of the High-level Judge of Orrogan. Naturally, the High-level Judge of Orrogan, who had never expected to see such a formation, burned the CPU directly in his brain and entered a state of "I am nothing, and I pollute the galaxy with every breath I take." Therefore, after hearing the political commissar sister say that he still has a chance to atone for his sins, he immediately trembled all over like a sieve.

"I... can I?"

"But, for this, you have to make a sacrifice."

The imperial guards of the political commissar sister spoke again.

"I am fearless."

"You need to sacrifice not only your life, but also your pride."

Looking at the determined face of the High Inquisitor Orrogan, the Commissar Sister controlled her guards and took out a dark green crystal-like thing handed to them by the Infinite Trazim. Orrogan's face was immediately filled with astonishment when she saw at a glance that this thing was a creation of the Necrons.

"What is this...?"

"You need to obey its orders - the instructions of the Infinite Trazim, the Overlord of the Necrons stationed in the tomb of this world - your sacrifice will have value, otherwise, your sacrifice will not only be worthless, but will also plunge the Empire into an unspeakable disaster."

After saying this, the Commissar Sister's guards took a step forward and handed the Necromancer crystal to Orrogan.

"Former High Inquisitor Orrogan, do you have such awareness? For the sake of the Empire, abandon your dignity and completely obey the orders of an alien?"

Twenty-one. Preparations before entering the realm of Nurgle

The former High Inquisitor Orrogan finally took the crystal.

Although as a proud Imperial man, for Orogan, under normal circumstances, obeying the orders of aliens to do things is undoubtedly a shame that cannot be erased by death. However, the current Judge Orogan is very clear that in his current situation, such a shameful thing is the only way to atone for his sins-even though he still doesn't know what his sins are. , however...

How could his sin be so small when the three major factions of the Forbidden Army, Gray Knights, and Assassins came to his door at the same time? I am afraid that I will soon be in the same position as those legendary villains!

"Very good, you have shouldered what you should shoulder."

Looking at the former high-ranking inquisitor of Orogan who held the crystal firmly in his hand, the political commissar who controlled her Imperial Army chess piece nodded slightly, and took the Gray Knight chess piece and the Assassin chess piece from the prison together like ghosts. They disappeared from Orogan's room - leaving no trace behind, as if they had never been there. And Orogan, who finally managed to get his brain out of the chaos, opened his hand and looked blankly at the alien creation in his hand, with a lot of thoughts.

‘Can I really atone for my sins? Am I really qualified to atone for my sins? Is it really okay for an alien to guide me in atonement? ’

Of course, his messy thoughts did not last long. As the light of the crystal in his hand slowly brightened, the projection image of the Endless Trazin appeared in front of him - seeing how this alien dared to The blatant appearance made Orogan feel angry for a second, and then his reason extinguished the anger.

"Are you just...?"

"Yes, it's me. From now on, until this galaxy returns to peace, you must obey my orders."

After looking around the Inquisitor, Trazin's projection suddenly started to 'laugh' - even though he was just a Necron, Orogan felt that he just felt that Trazin was laughing. !

"Alien, what are you laughing at?"

"Very well. I thought you were just ordinary people in a broad sense, but I didn't expect you to be better than I thought. In order for the story you created to be worthy of a place in my museum, I will help you complete your story." Atonement - Now, you return to your ship immediately, then go to the coordinate point I gave you, and wait for my instructions there. "

After saying these words that confused Orogan, Trazin's projection quietly dissipated in the air, and the shackles on Orogan also fell at the same moment. Orogan, who had regained his freedom, opened his hand and looked at the alien creation in his hand whose light was once again restrained, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.

"For the sake of the Emperor, I must complete my atonement."

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"Tarrazin, a question suddenly occurred to me. Are there three keys in this ceremony?"

In the tomb of the Necron, after Trazin successfully completed docking with Orogan, which it called the key, and began to take the first step of the second combat plan discussed by it and the Hammermen, the Chosen A question suddenly occurred to me, that is...

There are so many Sans appearing in this world. How can there be only one "key" that can significantly reduce the difficulty of initiating rituals at this galaxy level?

"Of course there are three keys, but the triple doors can only be opened one by one. If the first door is not opened, the last two doors cannot be opened in reality. This is the reason for many very large-scale ceremonies of this type. Features must be completed step by step, so as long as they are controlled. If Orogan, which represents 'death', does not open the first door, then the next two doors will not appear at all. If the door does not appear, the two keys corresponding to these two doors will not have a chance to be awakened - you As his envoy, you don’t know this knowledge?”

Hearing the question from the Chosen God, Trazin tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashing with green light, as if he was very puzzled as to why these beings who were themselves creations of subspace did not understand the general knowledge of subspace rituals. But the next second, the figure king's attention was attracted by the words of the political commissar sister.

"The cycle of three...the other two keys symbolize 'life' and 'decline' respectively?"

"Yes, new life is born in death, and the new life declines. The end of decline is death, and new life is born again in death - the simplest cycle. To start this cycle, in a world that has not been sub-space The first step in the real world affected by power must be death. Without death, the old cycle cannot be broken.”

Trazin nodded, and explained the mechanism of this subspace ritual in a little detail - admittedly, as soulless remains, the Necron as a whole can be said to have nothing to do with the subspace eight poles, but this does not prevent They are particularly aware of the twists and turns in the subspace - as beings who fought against the original psychic overlords, the Old Saints, and faced the Ancient Eldar Empire at its peak, it is estimated that the forbidden information in the Necrons' hands is

The total knowledge of the entire empire in this area is not even a fraction of the undead!

"If the other two keys are to be born, will they be born among the Sword of Hatred Chapter and the local aborigines respectively?"

Liang Feifan, who had figured something out, also took up the topic.

"The organisms of your empire that remain in this world and live tenaciously certainly fit the concept of life - and because they are so deeply bound to this galaxy, they are born to be part of this ritual. Once this galaxy begins to be pulled towards the subspace, they It is inevitable to become a 'new life adapted to the subspace realm'. Also, is it the Sword of Hatred group you are talking about?"

Trazin, who first agreed with Liang Feifan's words, continued to explain some details while projecting holograms of everyone in the Sword of Hatred battle group. He looked at Ah, who had even the traces on the power armor restored in detail. Stat's holographic image almost understood how detailed Trazin's information on this galaxy was. The corners of Silence's eyes twitched.

"yes."

"Not yet, but if unfortunately the ceremony is allowed to proceed to the final step, they who seemingly came to this galaxy by chance will be the last key - decay, and when this key appears, it means that the whole thing has been It is irreversible - this galaxy will fall into subspace, and a rift that blurs reality and nothingness will start from this galaxy and spread rapidly - although it will not reach the level of the area you call the Eye of Terror, it will nevertheless. Enough for your empire to invest a lot of manpower and material resources.”

"It's so serious, so, Trazin, you really don't want to take precautions against this possibility?"

"You don't need to worry too much. I have made arrangements. As long as the first key always obeys my command, the next two keys will definitely not appear in the world - because the actual order of this galaxy will definitely hinder the power of subspace. Massive influx.”

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"So that's it. No wonder I patrolled this galaxy repeatedly, but couldn't find anything worthy of doubt. It turns out that this is the problem with this galaxy - the power of the Necrons interfered with my judgment, causing me to only see 'constant' ' but can't see the risk of it disappearing. ”

Above the Queen of Glory, Big E's voice echoed in the bridge - after adding the information brought back by the hammer guys, Big E immediately saw more possibilities and understood the horror of this galaxy - If the connection between this system and the Garden of Nurgle is not completely severed, a certain possibility in the future points to Mortarion found the secrets of this galaxy, mobilized the power of all the Death Guards to rebuild the destroyed rituals, tearing a huge scar on the edge of the empire that led purely to the world of Nurgle - such a future made Big E work hard He took it seriously, ignored the cold discomfort, and discussed it with the hammer guys.

"Big E, although we all know that you hate aliens, we can only rely on the Figure King to help with this matter - Figure King, this guy, although his hands and feet are not clean, he often makes trouble for collectibles everywhere in the empire. , has a bunch of imperial gadgets in his hand that the Empire itself does not own, and even has the idea of ​​dragging your Golden Throne to his museum. However, in the case of the group of non-things targeting the subspace, it is very reliable as an ally. "

Hearing the seriousness in Big E's voice, Liang Feifan hurriedly spoke.

"You don't need to worry about what I mean. I have a deep understanding of this very famous undead overlord from GW's military books and settings. I admit that when fighting against the evil in subspace, it is indeed A good partner - but of course I couldn't get the Empire to work with it on an official level."

After almost a second of silence, Big E spoke.

"Huh, that's good. If you don't agree, we still have to worry about - Big E. The figure king said that there is no need to worry about the last two keys, and it also assured us that it will control the entire galaxy according to the laws of physics. But you know how the story in your hometown usually develops. Do you have any suggestions on this matter? We don’t want to experience the wonderful effect of the accidental robbery.”

"I will take care of this matter. Sister Political Commissar, would you mind lending me a Forbidden Army chess piece?"

After almost another second of silence, Big E turned his attention to the political commissar sister who had the most Forbidden Army chess pieces among the Hammers.

"Okay, what level do you want?"

Although she didn't know the meaning of Big E's question, the political commissar still took out her Imperial Army box and opened it.

"Let me think about it, one Warden veteran is enough, let him carry an extra flag-put him on this projection platform that lights up the Imperial double-headed eagle emblem-okay-"

As the light projected on the iconic chess piece lit up, a fully armed Watcher veteran carrying a flag stepped into the desert of Minoyite 1. However, what surprised the political commissar sister was that, He has no connection with the chess piece.

"this.....?"

"My lord."

Before the political commissar sister could ask Big E what was going on with the chess piece, the veteran Watcher chess piece that he had projected suddenly turned around and faced the sky with a very characteristic courtesy of the Forbidden Army. At the same time, his voice could be heard. Entered the Queen of Glory.

"Tiberius Julius Cicero,

Do you already know your mission? "

In the expressionless eyes of the hammer guys, Big E's voice began to echo.

"Yes, my lord."

Big E called him Tiberius Julius Cicero. Although it was projected by the political commissar sister, somehow he felt that he had his own thoughts. The veteran of the Watch clearly answered Big E. , then, carrying the flag on his back, walked towards the station of the Sword of Hatred battle group, and the moment the forbidden soldier turned around, Liang Feifan clapped his hands suddenly.

"Is this...a curse under your command, Big E?"

"Yes, I can't make the Cursed Legion exist in reality for a long time by normal means, but with your permission and your chess pieces, I can make a small number of Cursed Legion warriors that do not exceed the upper limit of reality exist for a long time. Real world - he is a tribune and one of the most elite warriors under my command at that time. I have arranged for him to contact the Sword of Hatred Chapter, and he will make things worry-free. "

“Ah, this—it’s you as expected, Big E, Free Prostitution Theory V!”

Although I don’t know what the principle of Big E’s operation is, I probably think that Big E’s operation must be a bit of a free-for-all. The God of Choice couldn’t help but start to complain, and Big E’s projection responded with a slightly embarrassed but polite smile— - Since the chess piece of the Political Commissar Sister has become the carrier of the curse under his command, no matter what he does, it is impossible to give the Political Commissar Sister points feedback - in other words, the Political Commissar Sister was indeed prostituted by him for nothing!

"Considering that in reality we have been using Big E's spray booth, battle table and even food for free, I think this is not unacceptable - by the way, Big E, this is a very critical issue , when our chess pieces go to burn the Garden of Nurgle, do they still have a limit value? If so, we have to arrange the troops in each wave to achieve the optimal solution."

The political commissar shrugged her shoulders and returned to her words.

"In the subspace, your descending limit is infinite. However, the recovery time of your chess pieces will be extended. In other words, if you suffer too serious losses in a short period of time, it will be difficult to replace them."

After saying this, Big E paused.

"So, in that desecrated land, would you mind fighting alongside my Cursed Warriors?"

22. Battle of Nurgle's Garden - Enter

Looking over at a glance, there is lush and vibrant green everywhere.

However, only when you step inside can you feel the despair and decline in this vitality.

Thick and heavy water mist carrying the smell of decaying organic matter spreads endlessly in the garden, strangling the throats of the lives that dare to intrude into this fertile territory, making them feel as if they are breathing with every breath. The feeling of suffocation in the water. Swollen and misshapen fungi are everywhere, crawling with dense worms. The plants that thrive on the putrid black soil are blooming in all kinds of colors, from gorgeous to cruel. Under the stimulation of supernatural power, the flowers are blooming. They constantly emit a strong stench and seem to be able to rustle. The sound of pollen attracted a large number of flies, moths and other creatures buzzing around them. The dry and green vines are aimlessly entangled in the bark of the ancient trees like countless suffering and screaming faces, dripping with disgusting mucus, and extending its branches in all directions with malice. The minions suspend any living thing large enough that they can touch. Stone sculptures and stone pillars engraved with blasphemous runes that looked like they had been weathered for tens of thousands of years were buried crookedly in the soil. Filthy liquids continued to seep out from them - converging into streams, and then converging into gushes. The pond with its silt-like fountain finally turned into a raging river, rushing towards the dim and shimmering horizon.

This is the realm of evil gods, this is the garden of Nurgle, the line between life and death is so blurred here, and the surreal vitality turns into an absurd picture here. The souls that are lured here and buried deep here will never stop crawling out of the soil, screaming, and then decaying and sinking into the mud again. In the black water of the filthy lake, Nurgle beasts played freely, splashing filthy rot filled with germs. Above the dim sky, Nurgle's corrupt flies roar and circle, looking for any unlucky person who may be their target. Groups of Nurglings cheered through the trees, leaped over vines, clumsily climbed on fungi that were too big for them, rolled on them, caught worms, and played hide-and-seek. Of course, these guys were always very happy. They quickly lose patience with what they are doing now, and then rush to another area to continue their torturous journey.

"Ah...little ones, would you like to go over there and play?"

In such a large area of ​​decayed and stinky forest, a Great Unclean One wearing a shawl made of the skin of people who died of illness and concentrated sputum as the adhesive is cheerfully taking care of a half-dead heart in front of it. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a tree turned into a humanoid creature. 'The voice tried to persuade the chattering Nurglings around it to change places to play - as a newly born Nurgling Demon in this garden, Rotgut has known about the great loving father since he had his own consciousness. What kind of power you have given yourself, what kind of expectations you have given yourself. Therefore, the most important thing it needs to do now is to cultivate its own 'souvenir', and then step into the mortal world to bring the great father

The gift of love is given to those lives that have not yet been tenderly touched by the hand of a loving father.

"Ka-ka-ka-huh?"

Just when the Great Unclean One looked around and felt that the appearance of his tree was not good, he took out a pair of rusty large scissors from the human skin tool bag hanging on his waist and prepared to trim the excess branches of his tree. At this time, a slightly "hot" smell with the feeling of something being burned followed the long-lasting slow wind in the Garden of Nurgle and gently poured into the area of ​​its nostrils. This smell that had never been smelled in the garden of the loving father made the Rotten Intestine Carbuncle suddenly "bounce" on the muddy ground with a flexibility that did not match its body. It climbed up the tallest ancient tree beside it with its hands and feet, and then stretched its head out and looked in the direction of the smell. At first glance, the Rotten Intestine Carbuncle felt that everything was normal there, except that the swarm of Nurgle flies in the sky were flying a little chaotically.

But the next time, the rotten intestines carbuncle was so surging that even at such a distance, he could feel his limbs being burned. He lost his balance and rolled all the way down from the tree, and heavily smashed into a sewage pit next to it, scaring the Nurgle beasts who were playing the human pyramid game in it to flee everywhere. After the rotten intestines carbuncle was thrown upside down and climbed out of the sewage pit, before he could shake and twist the human skin clothes on his body, the ground under his feet began to tremble rapidly. Undoubtedly, this was the anger of Nurgle, this was the sigh of its creator!

"Great father, what happened over there, what happened over there?"

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"Bear——————"

"Bear bear bear————————"

"Boom-boom——————!"

"Crackle, sizzle————"

"Swish-swish——"

Not long ago, this was a paradise for Nurgle's creations, a thriving and happy forest.

But now, as the hammermen sent their first batch of chess pieces into the Nurgle realm through the briefly opened portal, and quickly descended on the follow-up troops, this place has been completely plunged into war.

The golden-red flames spread in the humid forest, drying the moisture of all the impure things they touched and then turning them into ashes. The roar of the power weapon engine was endless, easily knocking down and cutting off piles of things that blocked the way. The bombs that fell like a rainstorm blasted out golden halos one after another, violently blowing away and tearing apart the flowers, trees, and monsters hiding in the garden. The net-like lasers and bombs continuously hit those blasphemous things that were still able to move, try to approach or try to escape, causing these abominable existences to fall to the ground with waves of wailing and sighing, disintegrate, and finally be completely buried in the sea of ​​fire.

"As a result, the Nurgle Garden, apart from the things jumping around inside, does not grow very naturally. The general environment is really a combination of swamps and rainforests, and even the appearance of the plants does not go beyond the outline of Earth plants. I thought that the real Nurgle Garden in the 40K world would have some alien filth, such as the filth that Douya knows." Liang Feifan, a terminator who has switched his descended body to a Grey Knight, waved the Sky Punishment Force Field weapon in his hand and worked with his Grey Knight chess pieces to deal with the weaker Nurgle demons like cutting melons and vegetables. At the same time, he used the flamethrower on his wrist to spray a slightly golden flame, sending a group of Nurgle spirits who sneaked up to him and wanted to "save" a Nurgle beast that had almost been burned to carbon back to the reincarnation of the subspace, while complaining about the environment of the Nurgle Garden. In order to ensure that their five senses were not insulted, the Hammer guys all opened the sensory filters to the maximum so that the scene they saw was extremely similar to a game called "Blast Gun" - no However, this does not prevent them from using their knowledge to imagine the original appearance of the things growing in the garden...

"It can only mean that the 40K subspace is indeed following the wide-area subconscious cognition of the chief overlord in the universe - before the humans in 40K began to set foot in the subspace, the Nurgle domain might be the corruption cognition of the Eldar - hiss! You say, the reason why the goddess of life Douya doesn't think the Nurgle domain is very dirty is because Douya and humans have different cognitions in this regard?"

The Chosen One, who has fallen in love with the feel of the Blood Raven's descendant, brought his other chess pieces and squatted beside the Emperor's poison blade full of kill marks of the Political Commissar Sister. While pulling the trigger to help the Political Commissar Sister's troops clear the road ahead, his mind was also rapidly diverging - the races of different planets must have different cognitions of stagnation and corruption, so Goddess Aisha didn't think it was a big problem to live in the Nurgle domain. In addition to the fact that these two similarities are actually very high, is it possible that Douya doesn't think the Nurgle Garden is "dirty" at all?

"If that's the case, Master Thirteen will be sad."

Standing proudly on his Scorpio, commanding his white chess pieces to burn all the supernatural things in front of him with phosphorus weapons, Egg raised the scepter in his hand, and a flash of lightning blasted a Nurgle fly that survived the rain of bullets but had most of its wings broken and dived towards him into a ball of fire, happily accepting the brain hole of the chosen one.

"...I don't think Douya

will think that the Nurgle Garden is clean."