Chapter 889: Nurgle's Pus Soup

Nurgle first put the spoonful of soup into his mouth to taste it, then nodded with satisfaction, and then quickly filled another bowl and handed it to Paul, greeting him enthusiastically:

"Come on, come on, try the delicious soup I carefully prepared! I guarantee that you will have an endless aftertaste!"

"No, no, no, I'm really not hungry at all now, I really can't enjoy this "delicacy"! Ugh~~~"

However, Paul looked at the bowl of bubbling pus soup in front of him, and quickly waved his hand and politely refused.

For some reason, at this time Paul's nose unexpectedly smelled a different kind of strong fragrance, and the smell was as if he was in nature.

Although it smelled good, as a visual animal, his stomach still couldn't help but churn.

But when he used his divine sense to explore the formula of the pus soup, he was horrified to find that this bowl of seemingly thick soup actually contained trillions of various terrifying viruses. He couldn't help but retching on the spot.

Paul said that he would rather starve to death or die outside than drink a sip of this stuff.

He felt that even if he really succeeded in ascending to the godhood and became the Lord of Change, he would definitely not be able to control his body's reaction if he drank just a small sip.

If he really drank it, he might not be able to control his back door and start to run all over the ground, filling up Nurgle's garden.

"Tsk (ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~, what a tasteless guy!"

After that, Nurgle couldn't help but mutter in dissatisfaction. He waved his arm casually and poured the bowl of steaming thick soup in his hand into a corner of a universe.

In an instant, the originally peaceful and tranquil universe was instantly enveloped by a powerful energy.

The thick soup was like a surging torrent, quickly sweeping across the entire galaxy.

The entire planet was eroded by the thick soup and fell into a terrible plague.

The originally vibrant planet became virus-ridden in an instant, and everything was infected by the plague, and the breath of life and corruption was everywhere.

But in this terrible sea of ​​plague, no one died, but became stronger and more prosperous.

As the disaster spread, the angry roars of the space warriors from the material universe came one after another.

"This planet is no longer save, it has been completely corrupted by chaos!"

"We can no longer let chaos erode the material universe, we must stop this catastrophe from spreading!"

"Extinction order! Extinction order, apply for extinction order!"

They shouted slogans, determined to completely eliminate the threats brought by the evil gods.

"Hiss~~~"

Faced with this scene, Paul took a deep breath, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Just such a small bowl of thick soup can cause such a devastating blow to an entire planet.

He sighed in his heart that the power of Nurgle was too terrifying, but fortunately, he and Nurgle were at the same level.

Then, in order to prevent the extinction of life on a planet, Paul first exerted his power, a unique time arc magic.

A dazzling light burst out from his hand, like lightning across the sky, and rushed straight to the planet that had been ravaged by the plague.

Under the effect of the time arc, time on the planet began to flow backwards.

The land that was originally corroded beyond recognition by the plague gradually recovered its vitality, the sickly and twisted vegetation regained vitality, the dead creatures also miraculously resurrected, and the sea of ​​pus returned to its blue color again.

In a short moment, the entire planet has completely returned to its original appearance, as if the terrible plague had never come before.

Paul also took back Nurgle's pus soup and put it back into the bowl.

"Praise the kind father Nurgle!!"

The Space Marines who were originally preparing to bomb the planet saw such a miracle, and saw that the power came from Nurgle's symbolic garden, and they immediately praised it crazily.

After completing this earth-shaking feat, Paul breathed a sigh of relief, but after hearing the praise of the Space Marines, the smile on his face immediately shifted.

He worked so hard to restore the planet, but the credit was taken away by Nurgle, the culprit. Even though Paul didn't care at all, he couldn't help but curse: "Stupid mortal!"

"Hahaha~~~"

Nurgle rolled on the ground with laughter, and the laughter filled the whole garden. Some small Nurgle spirits were also attracted by the sound from the dense grass.

Paul seemed to be infected by the laughter. Then, he felt someone pulling his trouser legs. He looked down at his feet and found that a Nurgle spirit was lying beside his legs, looking pitifully at the remaining half bowl of thick soup in his hand.

Paul, who couldn't bear it, handed the soup to the little guy.

Who would have thought that after drinking the soup, the body of this seemingly weak Nurgling would swell up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it completed an amazing transformation, from an insignificant little cutie to a huge and daunting Great Unclean One.

"Praise the kind father Nurg, praise the wise Tzeentch!"

With a loud shout that resounded through the world, the terrifying Great Unclean One was finally born.

His huge body like a small mountain fell to the ground with a bang, and the whole garden trembled.

He was seen to be extremely pious and completely prostrating his body to the ground, offering the most sincere praise to the two supreme gods with the most humble attitude.

Seeing this, Paul suddenly slapped his forehead in regret and weighed it in his heart,

Which is more harmful to completely exterminate a planet, or is the damage to the material universe caused by the extremely terrifying Great Unclean One in front of him more serious?

Thinking of this, Paul felt that the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he roared at the instigator: "Such a dangerous thing, can you please not throw it away!"

Paul roared at Nurgle, the culprit of all the sins, with veins all over his forehead.

However, facing Paul's rebuke, Nurgle not only did not restrain himself at all, but intensified his laughter with a more wanton and arrogant laugh: "Hahahaha, as a god, you are really incompetent, brother!"

"What does this mean?" Paul frowned tightly and looked at Nurgle with confusion, as if he was very puzzled by what he said. Nurgle explained with a serious face:

"As gods, we are responsible for maintaining the balance of the entire universe.

Now, due to the existence of too many useless life planets, it has brought a heavy burden to the universe and the subspace.

So, in order to reduce this pressure, we must take action to cut off these redundant life planets and convert them back to original energy, so as to breed new vitality and vigor again."