【Garden】

Among the half-decayed dead grass, dew rolls down, and a touch of green is reflected on the crystal clear surface.

Verdant green, a touch of vibrant green, like the branches of cicadas chirping in summer, is incompatible with this withered earth.

Once, this decaying land also had a verdant green, stagnation cycle of the three rings of unquenchable, new life, death, decay, life here to join this happy family, in the eternal stagnation of the years to harvest happiness and sickness.

However...... But the fruit of His favor, which grows from the sufferings of all beings, from the hidden corners of life, shatters this peace.

Labor pains, labor pains, and spikes pierced deep into the soil, bringing painful memories to Him.

The garden is crying.

He was weeping.

The swamp stretched unrestrainedly to the end of the sky, the crooked branches sighed, and the Nurgle sat unhappily under the trees, save for the occasional hum of the butterfly.

In a bloated, purulent black, plague and maggots lay a withered blanket for Him, sobbing in pain that had stagnated at the end, the boiler with a big hole in it was hoarse, His wrinkled, swollen hands clutching the crucible spoon.

He sobbed, his dull eyes covered with snot as he caressed His garden, laboriously scooping up the pot of soup and pouring it on the sick soil.

The moth that once favored and favored bit off His blood, His flesh, the cocoons of the worms broke, and the Changemakers lifted the scythe of the heavens to Him.

His fat, invisible feet, broken shackles stared at Him silently, just as she had been, and she wept and shook her head wordlessly, but could not shirk His potion.

But she also fled.

In a hurry, she was picked up by her heirs and took away the new students in the three rings together.

She had been prepared.

[New Life], missing.

Before He could stop him, He was ripped down by the Changemakers and died.

Tens of thousands of Space Marines, hundreds of millions of warriors rushed into the garden, burning and plundering, raising the banner of the Changemaker, absorbing His power like a tumor.

The cells that He once cared for have long since turned into greedy and tyrannical cancers.

The sound of long, desperate weeping resounded through the ocean, and the authority was torn off, and the pus was dripping with pus.

The vast ocean rolled violently, and the eyes of the rest of the people were cast, but they were only waiting.

Nurgle's power has not been diminished.

But Nurgle is not necessarily the Nurgle he once was.

The usurper can also be Nurgle.

The one who has authority is Nurgle.

The loving father sobbed, he wept for the child he never knew, he sobbed for his wife who left in a hurry, he left his curse, and the garden grew, trapping the two who had parted ways.

He is still the Father of this earth, He is stagnant, He is despair, He is eternal.

If the rebellious child does not bow his head, and if the departed wife does not want to turn back, then they will decay together until the end!

He looked lovingly at the dead child, the wife who was lost in the forest of life, and He boiled His potion day and night, and poured His curse.

He felt pain, but if it was eternity, then He accepted it.

However......

At the end of the decayed garden, a reckless footstep sounded, and the beast roared from its lips and flocked noisily towards the garden.

He saw the long-dead changemaker slowly rise to his feet, a familiar smile on his lips that He had seen as he had gnawed at His authority as he had gone with it.

Two verdant beasts appeared and trampled on the meadows of the garden,

He heard the roar that made him dizzy and desperate,

+WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH, fat green guy! You will come out for us!!! +

He saw in despair that the breath of a wild beast was wrapped around his disobedient child.

Motarian smiled, picked up a handful of soil from the garden, and swallowed it, rotten and green-skinned.

Changemakers who never play by the rules......

"It's now!"

Kalas yelled at the channel, "Follow these two fucking green winds!!! Bring your incinerators!! Ignore the greenskins that pop up in the ground - the highest priority is the Nurgle Army! The second is the disobedient spirits!! ”

"Find my Lord! Bring back my Lord! Then retreat!! ”

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【C￥m%%？ r&）*】

The jeweler-covered man put down a piece of boredom, and the large and irregular chessboard extended, with two layers above and below, on which countless chess pieces, large and small, were erected.

Now, the lower game vibrated violently, and a muddy, bloated piece too large to be called a pawn was torn apart and shattered into three points, its fragments close to it, but it looked like it was about to move away.

[Really good at playing.] 】

Conrad smashed his mouth, so he commented.

【Bringing greenskins into the garden?】 No wonder the tyrant took it so seriously before. 】

He glanced at the chess game again, "It's chaotic. 】

The Lord of the Night had a small sparkling crown diagonally on his long hair, countless pearl and diamond necklaces fell from his neck, and the black velvet was as black as the night, and a little bit of broken diamonds lit up the night, and the glorious silk was hidden under the graceful cloth, like a swimming fish.

The thin man across from him rolled his eyes, and without saying a word, put down his pawn.

[You say, will the "monster" come to save us?] 】

Fugen, who was full of withered hair, shook his head, the former phoenix was like a withered tree, with chapped lips and pale skin, dressed in plain clothes, and the linen fabric was already covered with patches, like an ascetic monk who had practiced for ten thousand years.

Conrad's all-black pupils stared at Fogan, and after staring for a moment, he pouted,

[Boring,] said the Lord of the Night, unhurriedly picking up another one, [It has returned, even if we don't like it, but it will at least get us rid of that tyrant.] 】

【…… He hears it. 】

The hoarse voice sounded, and Fugen said softly,

"I know He can hear you," a smile tugged at Conrad's lips, "But He doesn't care, maybe He'll use us as bait?" Use past friendships and the value of an original to catch that monster. 】

Fogen glanced at Conrad and shook his head firmly,

[You and I don't deserve it. 】

He said hoarsely,

Conrad thought for a moment, "Maybe Motarian can—no—not so sure......]

The Lord of the Night pinched the chess piece in his hand and squinted with interest, it was a fragment, a small thing in the air, with many sharp corners on its head curved,

…… Deceiver.

Where did he get this...... Was He watching the fun, or was he involved in it? 】

Conrad muttered to himself, throwing his pieces onto the upper chessboard, to the edge of darkness, where the greenskinned army was gathering.

The laws of subspace and the physical world are not common, and 10,000 years ago, the Supreme Heaven had lost the opportunity to fight against the generals, but this does not mean that there are no opportunities in the physical world.

They certainly do not allow such a precious individual to dissipate, and destruction certainly means total destruction, but substitution is not entirely impossible.

At least a physical mental substitution exists.

He has been waiting for it, and He will at least be on the sidelines. 】

Fogen said cautiously, "But I don't know why, what exactly does He want? 】

Coetzes scoffed at this,

If He knew what He wanted, then He would not be a tyrant, madmen do not know what they want, they only act on the whim,]

Conrad said, smiling slyly, "And I knew it. 】

Fogen didn't ignore Conrad's usual madness,

Is He Really Crazy? Or is it just a game of chess? 】

"No being can keep himself after he ascends to heaven," Conrad said casually, "You and I have watched the tragedy of St. Giles, have you forgotten how He struck you and me? 】

[Then He ......]

"He is willing to be mad," Conrad said, "It seems that our father had pushed him too far, and he was completely insane, immersed in power, and cheating on each other with a bunch of liars, wasn't he, or else how could he have come up with such a ridiculous name for himself—"

This subspace existence is called the Emperor.

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【Star District near Semisis】

"Defend! Defend!!! ”

Cripterman shouted hoarsely, but like the last domino, everything collapsed with a bang, and there was nothing they could do.

This alien green-skinned force is far beyond their imagination, dozens of space giants, thousands of large and small flying ships, countless greenskins......

Crushing power, crushing cunning, the greenskins skillfully use various tactics to divide the war zone, and then swallow the encircled Imperial army one by one.

The Bone Crusher's army expanded rapidly, centered on the Semises sector, devouring the four surrounding sectors in just a few weeks.

The greenskins were not in a hurry to enter the interior of the Octarius field, but patiently encroached on the impregnable defenses, as if to replace the defenses of the human empire.

Clipterman didn't understand why the Greenskins did this, but he knew the cost of not breaking the line and being eroded.

The Inquisitor struggled to climb up the trench, he looked up at the front with a pale face, and his guards were urging him to board the ship and leave the land,

In the midst of the fire, he saw the last Titan collapse and turn into a brilliant firework under the siege of a dozen green-skinned trolls.

It's over, it's all over.

Kreptman's lips trembled, this was already the fifth sector, he watched the five sectors fall, the "no defense line" plan had completely failed, and the fall of the five sectors had torn out a huge scar that could never heal.

Even though Tyranny's tentacles seem to be retreating, it may just be a passing illusion!

"My lord! Please board the ship as soon as possible!! ”

Cliptelman was ripped off roughly, dragged towards the shuttle, "No, no, no! The Inquisitor scolded, "Let me die here—there's no chance!" Let me die here! Died in battle!! Let me go!!! ”

He collapsed to the ground, looking helplessly at the sky, everything was useless, death was only a matter of time or time, he failed.

His cloudy eyes reflected the burning blood-red sky, and the fighter planes shuttled high in the air and crashed in the artillery fire, and a faint black shadow appeared in the center of the translucent sky.

"Notice, notice, notice," a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded from the communication channel, "all theaters of war, retreat immediately, and after thirty-five seconds, start bombing." ”

"Thirty-five, thirty-four, thirty-three......"

It wasn't a voice he knew!!

Crimptman grabbed the communicator and yelled at the mechanical voice, "Who are you?!" Numbering! In the name of Inquisitor Kreptman, what is their number?! ”

However, the mechanical voice ignored him, and continued to count down mercilessly,

The Imperial warriors, who were still fighting to the death, were obviously in a momentary confusion, and the order did not come from their superiors,

23.22......

Thorn, stab, suddenly there was a cacophony in the channel, then an inhalation, someone took over the communication,

"Warriors of the Empire,"

A majestic voice rang out, fast and clear,

"I am Buz Bella, son of Hades, and in the name of the Empire, I have come to the aid of Octarius, and now we will bombard this planet indiscriminately, immediately evacuate your war zone, and hide back in the nearest trench."

The voice in the channel changed again, eleven, ten......

Krepterman stood up slowly, and he saw the image of countless soldiers retreating together, rushing towards him, everyone running wildly, their faces blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, now full of tears,

"One, zero."

Divine punishment descends from the sky, and Kreptman's retina burns.

He stumbled to his knees, his tears overflowing, and countless gasps rang out around him, and the soldiers who had lucky enough to throw themselves into the trenches were breathing rapidly.

"It's Booz," "Is that the guy?" "The God Emperor is above."

Whispers rang out from time to time between gasps.

The Inquisitor knelt in front of the beam of light that had almost burned everything.

It was orbital bombardment by reinforcements.

The corners of Kreptman's mouth twitched, and at last he couldn't stop laughing, he laughed as he cried, saved! Even if the person who came was Buz - the former regent of the Empire, Kreptman would pay for his crimes against Octarius - but Kreptman did not fail!

He laughed so hard that he could barely breathe, and after several days and nights of intense command, he could no longer maintain his will even with medicine, and the inquisitor fell backwards and fell unconscious.

……

He woke up in the hot darkness.

A mechanical beast was walking towards him, its expensive red robe mopping the floor with a soft rustling sound.

":)Good day, Judge Clipterman," said the tall mechanical sage, unhurried, almost a hill, with countless cables and metal glimpsed through the gaps in the red robes.

Several thick cables stretched out, tightly wound around something, and the contents seemed to be struggling.

The great sage bowed down and stretched out an appendage the size of a human,

"When we first met, I was the sage Jin-306 who accompanied the Son of Hades Warband."

Krepterman gasped, his voice steady,

He slowly stood up and stretched out his hand,

"Crimptman, Inquisitor in charge of Octarius Sector."

The Great Sage nodded,

"Inquisitor, we want to take over the war here, and all of your armies."

Crimptmann's throat choked,

"You also agree that you don't break the line?"

Kim paused for a moment,

"It's a failed plan."

Krepterman felt out of breath for a while, but he forced himself to continue, "So is there a better way for your Excellency to clear the aliens?" ”

Kim was silent, and the screen of the Great Sage's face flashed with an ellipsis,

"No," Kim replied calmly, "our army is not enough to wipe out all the aliens in Octarius, and the current army alone estimates that the victory rate is 3.71%. ”

Cripterman opened his arms and shouted in disbelief,

"And what are you doing here?!"

"Find someone." Kim said that the tied thing next to him struggled even harder,

"What about after finding someone?!"

The Inquisitor's voice nearly tore, "Don't tell me you're like those bastards of the Dark Angels! ”

Jin was silent, and after a while, the Great Sage said, "According to common sense, the person we are looking for can mobilize an army strong enough to fight the aliens, but only if he is willing to help you. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

The Great Sage paused, "Forget it, I don't want to talk to you, Cripterman, according to the data, you have a 43.9% chance of being paranoid and crazy. ”

Jin turned his head sideways, put down the guy who was tied up by him, and a red-robed sage who was desperately struggling revealed,

Unlike the other sages, this creature doesn't look like he's mechanically altered in any way, and looks like a completely natural male, with thin stubble cheeks and dark hair and brown eyes.

"Kirkland, up."

Kim said calmly, and Kirkland began to scold Kim, and while scolding, he ran to Kreptman and kicked the unprepared Krepterman down,

Kirkland grabbed Cripterman by the collar and picked him up roughly,

The sage smiled sickly triumphantly,

"Listen, little one,"

Kirkland's spit squirted in Krepterman's face,

"I, the sage of the Faros Mission, Kirkran-582, now announce, Faos is fucking back, we're going to fucking send Hades to the throne, you'd better keep your mouth shut and salute Hades."

"Ahh

Hades sneezed, rubbing his nose as if someone was cursing him.

It's ominous, Hades hugged his arms and rubbed his arms, he hadn't eaten much lately in order to minimize the loss of mass, he was getting hungrier and colder.

Sometimes, he even has auditory hallucinations.

But Hades didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination, or something else, if it was the sound of someone praying to him, or if it was the sound of subspace cursing at him, or if he was just listening too much waaagh.

(End of chapter)