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Deep in the Corruption, Palpatine used his razor-sharp Valyrian steel sword to shave off a tentacle that had suddenly protruded from his shoulder, and when it landed, it turned into a monstrous worm and burrowed into the rotten dirt with teeth and claws.

Palpatine had become accustomed to this routine, and since he had defected to the human side with one blow, he had become accustomed to the fact that he was a monster.

Actually, the difference isn't that big, is it?

Palpatine's still handsome face bloomed except for a smile, he stretched out his arm, the skin of the arm was as white as jade, this is the perfect body that Nurgle promised him, according to the player's standards, this body has 20 points of all attributes, and its defense and self-healing ability completely surpass his previous body that was tormented by various potions and mutants.

Leaving that aside from the odds of alienation in the minute, Palpatine almost forgot that he was now Nurgle's Divine Choice.

Before Palpatine's smile could be withdrawn, the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked, and the eyes of a reptilian creature peered out along the wounds at the corners of his mouth, exploring the world like a newborn.

The renegade demon hunter didn't hesitate, and the Valyrian steel weapon sliced off the side of his cheek along the jawbone.

The alienated flesh landed on the ground and grew a snail-like body, slowly crawling into the distance, Palpatine gently watched the strange creature of his own flesh and blood leave, oblivious to the open wound on his face.

His bones were slowly growing, his nerves were rebuilding, his flesh and skin were healing, and the injuries healed in less than five minutes.

Palpatine is accustomed to this happening, and this is the price he pays for peeking into the truth of the world, and he must act as the Chosen One of Nurgle to make as much profit as possible for the Lord of Plague in this world that has entered the countdown.

Two completely different worlds, linked together by a twisted bond, you have me, I have you, that complex system is indescribable, even incomprehensible.

Palpatine single-handedly masterminded the rebellion of the Demon Hunters, one of the first natives to be suspicious of the origins of the Aliens, and he has always been the maverick being, even among the Demon Hunters.

Since birth, he has traveled in this world for three hundred and twenty-four years, and as a demon hunter, his experience is legendary, seeing countless secrets that ordinary people cannot understand, and hunting down xenos that ordinary people have never seen.

But among these things, the most memorable thing for Palpatine is the secret of the gods, he has deeply investigated the history of this world, but he can't get rid of the blockade of the gods no matter what, this world has never had a legend of creation, as if the creation of the world has been like this, the kingdom of the gods is exalted in the heavens, and mortals have established their own kingdom on earth.

When the god of the hunt, Marat, fell, Palpatine immediately went into action, and before the other gods and cults appeared, he had already followed the guidance of fate and found the remains of Marat.

He had fantasized about the gods, but Marat's remains were beyond the limits of his imagination.

It was a pile of burnt-black metal skeletons over one hundred and fifty meters in length, which still retained their original structure even if they fell from the sky at an unknown height.

It was a crude metal cylinder, surrounded by radioactive divisions, relatively small metal cylinders, with some kind of skin structure between the cylinder and the cylinder, and perhaps there were more and more complex structures in the sky when Marat's body was in the sky, but they must have been burned in the process of falling.

Palpatine remembers the shock he felt at the time, even though he was just an aborigine, he knew it wasn't the corpse of a god.

It's not even a living organism, it's some kind of mechanical object!

Palpatine tried to get closer to observe, and even wanted to risk getting some samples to observe, but the sudden appearance of the angels of the gods forced Palpatine to flee in a hurry.

However, the seeds of doubt have been planted, and Palpatine continues to search for answers to the questions in his mind for the next period of time.

The answer came from Chaos, Palpatine remembered the day that changed his fate, and of course, how could there be anything else besides Chaos that could give him an answer?

The truth is so cruel that it is enough to destroy the sanity of a good demon hunter chief, Palpatine pursues the truth, Nurgle gives him the truth, he wants power, Nurgle gives power.

For Nurgle, everything that happens in this world is not important, but how much he can get when the fruit is ripe and landed.

In the last reincarnation, He chose Tom of the Serpent School. Riddle was doing a good job as his agent, and this time he chose Palpatine, one more choice and more fun, he always favored demon hunters.

Just as Slaanesh prefers elves, Sadomasochism prefers the Africans, and Tzeentch prefers the Xinhua Huaxia people the most, this world is their playground, when the game is at the end, everyone's playfulness is not high, and they begin to choose agents to obtain more benefits.

Only this time it was somewhat different, an interesting variable appeared on this eternal chessboard, changing many trajectories, and even Tzeentch, who was the best of them, could not grasp the thread of fate.

However, this is obviously a good thing for Nurgle and the Sadists, because each time they don't take as much as the other two evil gods, and now with variables, it is obviously more advantageous for their unscrupulous existence.

However, Nurgle is tired of the game, and the sadistic is more radical, he always likes to make trouble for Slaanesh and Tzeentch through that variable, and Tzeentch is more greedy, he wants to get the key to the world behind the variable through the variable.

These things are too complicated for Nurgle, and he doesn't like to think about them so much, what if there is one more world, one less world? All will eventually be reduced to eternal chaos in His plague cauldron.

He just needs to stay by his cauldron, keep boiling, patiently boiling, and he will become the final victor.

Therefore, He is very tolerant of His own believers, always fulfilling their trivial wishes.

Nurgle tasted the substance of his plague cauldron and felt that the taste was still a little worse, and he still needed to boil it, maybe add a little more viciousness? He let out an inexplicable laugh and seemed to be in a good mood.

Palpatine prayed like Nurgle again, but there was no response, while the Death Handmaiden in front of him was still standing fifty meters away, waiting for his answer.

"The new Demon Hunter apprentice? Anyway, I'm bored, so let's have a good time. Palpatine stood up a little bored, waved off his right foot, and watched as it swelled and exploded into a puddle of slime, in which countless bugs scattered.