The fog was filled.

The thin helmet stepped into the mud, the mist rose and fell with his breathing, and the forest was silent, and the insects that had been buzzing and crashing fell to the ground, snapping.

He walked silently.

The garden is falling apart, and the man-made Grim Reaper is taking power, his wings hanging and death taking place.

He...... Wrong.

He couldn't replace Nurgle completely, he couldn't kill him completely, the Rotten Heaven dwelled on the High Heaven, he couldn't kill a garden.

But even so...... Motarian sighed deeply, and his bony hands grew out of the gaps in his armor, resembling the fungus of green-skinned creatures, and threw them to the ground.

There Aisha was, the Mother Goddess of Life of the Spirit Clan, clad in plain veil, kneeling among the roses of Aisha, her wrists and ankles still shackled, sobbing, her tall, plump body hugging her last children.

Motarian said lightly, and the next moment the arm exerted force - the scythe pulled back violently!

[I'm curious, what did they say to you?] 】

[It seems that you have other plans? 】

……………………

In the monolithic fortress of the First Legion, in the deepest part of the secret room, a giant belonging to the shadow appeared dimly in the darkness.

[I guess what these dark spirits said to you?] 】

……

Motarian said, gasping for weariness,

The sound of the pearl necklace shrinking sounded, and the special fishy smell of fat being cut surrounded the tip of Fugen's nose, and Fugen, whose face was like withered grass, did not wave, he just tasted his rare afternoon tea, instead of falling asleep in a waagh sound.

Mortarian said, violently putting a gas mask on Aisha, and the white mist, a symbol of death, quickly poured into the mother goddess's respiratory system, paralyzing her nerves.

Failed......

……

Motarian sneered, and the Lord of Death suddenly raised his voice, vividly imitating the words of the Spirit Clan,

["Great Terran Death, we only seek the death of the youngest queen - we can sacrifice everything for you, if you want our death, please take it as much as you want. ”】

On the other side of the room, Fugen, who was sitting at a double table, calmly took a sip of tea.

The forest was still covered with a dead mist.

[They were all closely watched by the Emperor...... Let me come, to report good news or mourning, and I will sing for them. 】

Aisha was in a trance for a moment, how long had it been since she had seen her former companion, even if Sigoki's psionic powers were a little strange...... But in the midst of her day-to-day imprisonment, Aisha is no longer young.

Motarian raised his hand, and in his slender giant hand, as if he was carrying a rag doll, a hideous-looking spirit head appeared in his hand,

The mist swirled and formed new chains that ran through Aisha's body, and Mortarian stood up and carefully struck each bone of Aisha with his scythe, and then he grabbed the end of the chain that formed the mist.

Around the battlefield, the death guards also killed or tied up the living spirits.

[Go.] 】

New shoots have reappeared in the dead grass, but the green grass is not the color of Nurge, the shadows of the trees are sparse, the sun is shining on the clearing in the bushes, and the white roses are blooming vigorously.

+I'm sorry......+

She said as softly as she could, + But this world needs love and rebirth...... Death of the Terrans, don't destroy anymore, if you let go of the hatred of destruction, the Spirit Race is willing to join forces with the Terrans, and we can rebuild ...... Yes! +

The giant scythe grazed her cheek and was about to pass by, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!

There was no trace of turmoil in Motarian's eyes, and perhaps there was no joy or sorrow in his non-human eyes.

+ Ruo Ling wants me to be a paving stone before your victory,+

The Emperor spoke mockingly,

+ In the ever-changing world, you should show some sincerity, how is your contest with the Lord of Mankind? You should be worried about canines. +

The bird's whistle sounded, but the emperor ignored it, and closed his eyes and pondered.

The Pale Lord walks alone in this silent forest.

The veteran of the First Legion asked respectfully,

【…… Motarian is coming back,]

[The recent situation of the lion is not optimistic,]

[You say that 4 times, and 19 times you say it's closer to him.] 】

+ I'm sorry. +

Aisha wiped her eyes, tears sliding down, and Motarian amused to see the spirits around Aisha clenching their swords nervously at him.

…… But she didn't make it out.

"It's all the same," Coetzes said. 】

"Do you think it's time?"

Coates walked over, straightened his jewelry, and sat down across from Fogan.

The undercurrent is rushing, but the storm is always calm in the eye of the storm.

No...... No......

"Mother Goddess, with the help of the Ouroboros of Ancient Sacred Technology, we can turn back time, from the time of the death of the youngest queen to the time when the spirit race flourished, and rewrite everything—my lord has already seen his fate."

Colax said, "If the garden fails, he will step up his pursuit of the lion. 】

Fugan just looked at Coz, as if he was used to it,

Fugen held the teacup in his hand,

Ouroboros, Tuchucha Engine, and Plague Heart, the three artifacts brought together not only to dig the net, but also to travel through time with the ancient sage's artifact.

He swept past the dead corpses and heard the faint sobs that flowed through the forest like streams.

……………………

If he wants him to say, Nurgle is still merciful enough not to cut off the feet of the spirit gods.

[Quiet. 】

+ Good. +

Aisha said.

The emerald green mushrooms soon bent and died in the white mist, and the green-skinned roar in the distance was getting smaller, and they were leaving.

Hades was looking at the Oil Guy forum, and he thought the oil guys were obviously too interesting, and they were now debating whether a binary suicide note was more legally effective, or a natural language suicide note that should be more legally protected.

It was you who first "invited" me to slaughter Slaanesh. 】

Mortarian chuckled, but his voice was like the asthma of a leper before he died.

The Grim Reaper spun his scythe like an intermission, with him as the center of the circle, and the shards of the spirit clan that rushed up splattered out, and the blood dyed the half-dead white roses on the ground bright red.

He pulled the needle from his waist bag, Aisha's self-healing and self-purifying ability was extremely strong, even Nurgle's toxins could purify it, Motarian didn't think he could surpass Nurgle in this regard, but it was enough to delay for a while.

The Pale Lord's wrist spun, and it was another sinister blow! Aisha staggered,

The overturned Eldar had only now risen to their feet and rushed into the battle, but the Pale Lord looked at them like worms, and he caught a glimpse of Evelene's figure with his dim green eyes.

He casually threw down the needle and injected the toxin, and the skin of the spirit god took on an abnormal green color.

[Go back ......]

She lowered her eyes and saw her strange child pull out a jester mask, the crystal large diamond pendant teardropping, and the corners of the mask's grinning mouth flashed with the familiar light...... Sigauch.

The stinger at the tip of the huge scythe was exactly a centimeter away from the tip of Aisha's nose.

Scythe turns! The black wind slashed at Aisha!

The elite spirits gathered around Aisha didn't have time to react at all, just a moment! The wind brought up by the wings of the Lord of Death tossed them over and flew out like grass stalks!

The scythe dragged deep scratches on the ground, and Motarian strode up to Aisha, stomping directly on the flesh and bones stuck to Aisha's ankles, and kicking them aside, now she didn't need her feet anymore—

She saw the eve of Slaanesh's awakening, the last moment of prosperity.

You'll soon not need them. 】

Aisha gasped, her distorted vision of the Death Guards gathered in the woods, the children who were still alive—she had just arrived from one prison to another.

Motarian casually threw away the head of the Dark Eldar, and he felt a familiar psionic energy on it...... It's funny, why is He everywhere?

Now the Emperor has the Ouroboros and the Heart of Plague in his hands, and only the last Tuchucha Engine remains, but 10,000 years ago, at the last critical moment on the Caliban, Leon Johnson took advantage of the chaos to take it and hide it in the network, completely delaying the Emperor's plan indefinitely.

She remembered what the Spirit Race said just now, which was different from the ordinary Spirit Race, for the picture and splendor she saw, no, she couldn't admit that it was the power of Kunos, and the main god of the Spirit Race, Asuyan......

Aisha gritted her teeth, she felt that her half-shackled, rotten legs were no longer able to support her weight, and she tried to disrupt the Grim Reaper's pace with the vines that grew in the earth, but to no avail.

Stupid Elven ......

Aisha squeezed out words from her clenched teeth,

………………

Motarian said that Aisha was already in her best attack range, and the light of the Mother Mother of Life resisted his mist, which only made the spirits look more combative.

On the throne, the emperor dressed in a magnificent robe had a displeased face, he rested on the armrest with one hand, and held a magnificent emperor's mask with diamonds inlaid with brilliant spirit patterns.

+ failed, +

The Emperor said coldly, +The Spirit Race is really unreliable. +

Beneath the throne, in the bleak palace, if screams of pain echo out of nowhere, he still deserves to be chosen, and he provides more "secure" pleasure for these thrill-seeking spirits than Slaanesh.

There was not much time left for him.

That's why...... That's why...... She broke her promise with the children with the Terrans, she wants to go back, she wants to go back! The only end game to help the Terran Reaper is destruction!

Without hesitation, Motarian walked over, and where he stood, the white rose immediately withered.

The bright blue lines on the emperor's hand lit up, and the emperor turned his head sideways and looked at his hand, as if he heard something, and he was quiet for a while,

…………………………

[Alright, alright,] Coetze raised his hand and announced his breakthrough, "This time I found traces of his hiding Tuchucha engine, and I almost robbed the lion's den this time. 】

The hand holding the mask, the robe drooped, and the lines from the Lord of All Changes, slightly lit up, mixed with the breath of the Spirit Clan's Xigaoqi,

[Not yet found.] 】

Bell ——!!!

There was a long metal clash sound, and Aisha, who was still crying just a moment ago, stood in place, her hands clutching the chains, the rancid chains tightened, just enough to stop the scythe of death.

Hearing this, Coates just giggled,

"Not just irritation," he said playfully, "He is becoming more and more like a medieval tyrant driven mad." 】

He also needs ...... Spend your energy thinking about how to contend with the Lord of Mankind...... Those stupid policies.

Mortarian said calmly, he looked at Aisha who had fallen to the ground on her own, his toxin and the decay of Nurgle, the wound in Aisha's ankle was finally pierced, and she collapsed to the ground weakly.

Rigoletto's mask shattered like a jewel, and it was crystal clear that Aisha realized that she was in tears.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Aisha saw Death crouch down, the insect-like armor on her hands creabling, her limbs clattering, and a new gas mask quickly formed on Motarion's hands, resembling a giant arthropod.

Before she was deprived of the power to breathe and speak, Aisha trembled and spoke,

Coetzes said with some pleasure, biting his fingertips open and punching a cross with blood on the debriefing sheet.

The raven crowed.

[Change?] Coetzes laughed, "It's toying, it's plundering—it's for his utterly insane dreams." 】

Across the shadows, a gray-haired, wrinkled Luther took off his helmet, time flies so fast, and he always dreams of teaching the past of lion chivalry.

[Does He Really Want to Change Time?] 】

Clang! Ding Ding Ding! Bell ——! Bell ——!

The sound of metal clashing sounded one after another, and among the sickles, blood marks appeared on Aisha's body, shallow or deep, and white bones could be seen in depth.

Fugan took another sip of hot tea, "It's time for you to pick things up, I feel like he's getting more and more irritable lately. 】

Aisha burst into tears, she remembered the glory of the past, she missed her husband Kunos, the bustling Spirit Pantheon...... But now she was the only one left, and Sigauci was left.

Aisha opened her mouth, tears running down her chapped lips as she looked at the Pale Lords in the distance as they battled the Nurgle Demon, the Death Guard's missiles exploding over their heads, and black sand falling in her hair.

"So you didn't come out," Death said calmly, and he flashed his scythe, and above the twisted scythe, the stinger was sharp, and he continued to cry here. 】

[I almost caught a lion this time.] 】

Aisha subconsciously stretched out her hand, as if she had touched the wisp of wind from 10,000 years ago, and she had really touched the spiritual energy of her former companions......

Tears welled up in Aisha's glittering eyes, the Elves were not dead, her lovely children could still live happily in the world, and she remembered the words that the children of Sigokito had told her that the Elves could return to their prime.

Aisha, whose face was stained with tears, immediately let go of the chains stuck in the scythe, and the chains that had bound her in the past had now turned into her only weapon, and before she could stand firmly, the Pale Lord's attack rushed from all directions!

The giant scythe formed a dazzling afterimage in the air, and each blow was accompanied by a sonic boom! On the rose field, the roses were lifted by the residual wind and fell into the air one after another, like a grand funeral.

And then he laughed,

She wouldn't be mistaken.

+ I'm sorry......+ she said, + If you see Sigauch, please convey on my behalf my apologies, I have failed him – but please do not inflict on him the anger of my foolishness, he still wants to fulfill his dream ...... killing Him.+

Aisha's tears piled up on her long, thick eyelashes like morning dew, and Motarian was indifferent,

+ I was so scared to live up to his dreams...... +

Lies, Motarian thought, never trust the Elvens, they are full of lies,

+ I was so badly wounded by Him that I could not go on. +

[It doesn't matter,]

She put on her mask and caught a glimpse of what Sigauge wanted her to see—

Get out of here now...... Let's go back. 】

+ What did Sigauge say? + she asked.

"We need to get rid of the eyes and ears of the Terrans - trap the Pale Lord in the garden, trade his grounding for your freedom, and permanently weaken the power of the High Heavens."

Motarian followed the stream upstream.

As if thinking of something, he nodded, shook his head again, and sighed,

He wants too much. 】

"Come here for a meeting!!"

Machado's hoarse and grumpy voice rang out, and Hades hummed twice nonchalantly.

(End of chapter)