Russell was a little surprised to see the tall figure in a decaying green cloak and hood walking into the Black Demon Pavilion with a scythe in his hand.

As far as he knew, the Death Guard Legion was now fighting a long-term attrition battle against the ground forces of the Realm Breakers on a demonic planet called 'Anthrax', and the 14th Legion was fighting life and death on the front line, and he actually encountered the 14th Legion's genetic protogen: Motarian in the garden of Nurgle.

Would the Pale King, Lord of Death, Mortarian with these titles, be the kind of person who lets his soldiers fight the front lines and hide in the rear?

Apparently not. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given in to Nurgle in the first place.

During the Horus Rebellion, the 14th Legion's warships were captured by Nurgle while on a subspace voyage, and Mortarian and the Death Guards on board were subjected to inhuman torture under the 'love' of their fathers.

But Mortarian himself was so strong that even the decay and corruption of Nurgle could not shake him in the slightest. But he could not bear to see his legion's warriors suffer for eternity, and eventually, Motarian bowed his head to Nurgle, seeking relief for his legion at the cost of becoming Nurgle's ascension primordial.

It is worth mentioning that the reason why Nurgle was able to successfully capture the Death Guard's warship at that time was because he was betrayed and framed by an inner ghost within the legion.

The inner ghost was the commander of a company of the Death Guard Legion, Typhons, the first mortal Motarian had ever befriended.

"I guess the death guard on anthrax is Taiphons leading the team." Russell thought.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why Motarian would hide in Nurgle's Garden to catch thieves during the Death Guard vs. the Breakers.

Seeing Motarian's back disappear at the end of sight, the main door of the Black Demon Pavilion closed automatically, Russell silently completely concealed his soul breath in nothingness, and turned over the window that the 66 Spirit Sneaking Team had just turned over, and also entered the mansion of his loving father.

The abode of the loving father, hidden in the deepest part of the Nurgle Garden, the Black Devil's Mansion.

This is the beginning of life, here is the embodiment of death, decay, decay, collapse...... Too many words have been used to describe this strange magic house, and the first thing that Russell thought of when he entered this place was how much the land here could sell for.

The long corridor twists and turns, and there is no end in sight as death itself, and even if the demons of Nurgle enter here, they will most likely lose their way and have to wait for their father to save them.

However, the stealth team led by Evereni obviously will not get lost, and the infiltration into the Nurgle Gardens has been planned by the old prophet Bietan for a long time and the Comoros lord Victor is fully prepared.

The leader Evereni is dressed in black translucent spirit bone armor, and her graceful body curves are revealed, she holds a sword in one hand and a delicate rose in the other.

It is a delicate flower containing the breath of life, the emerald green leaves are the color of life, the pearl-white stamen is stained with a drop of morning dew, and the vitality interprets the beauty of life itself, which looks out of place in this black magic hall full of death twilight.

With Evelene's brisk steps, the rose's color became more delicate.

"Ouch, Aisha Rose?" Russell watched with interest the fluttering flower in Everene's hand and recognized its origin.

The Aisha Rose, a fictional flower that exists only in the ancient legends of the Lingclan, is said to bloom only in the lands where Aisha, the mother goddess of the Lingclan, walked.

Russell knew that during the Plague War (around the 12th year of the 42nd millennium), Evelene, who had become the leader of the Reaper's Army, obtained an Aisha Rose from the Black Library and used it to infiltrate Nurgle's garden, steal an ancient artifact called the Dark Hand, and give it to Robert Killiman.

"If it's Aisha Rose, it's not surprising that Evelene led the team to infiltrate Nurgle's Gardens, but?" Russell's eyebrows twitched slightly.

But now, in the 40th year of the 40th millennium, the Spirit Clan organization called the Reaper Army has not yet been established, and the current Evereni is not the Chosen Choice of the Reaper, she holds an ordinary spirit bone blade in her hand, not the sword of the old woman later.

Where did Evelene get her Aisha Rose from?

In the dark, it seems that there really is something that can be called destiny that is pulling the galaxy forward, so that Evelene, who has not yet become the leader of the Reaper Army, breaks into the Nurgle Garden with roses in advance.

"Let me see how the story plays out next...... Russell whispered, quietly hiding his body in the walls of the Black Demon Pavilion like a ghost.

After his figure vanished, Motarian, armed with a huge scythe, hurried through the corridor and continued his pursuit.

Following the guidance of the breath of life in Aisha's Rose, Everenne and her stealth team hurried through the corridors, skimming the myriad rooms of the Black Demon Pavilion, quickly approaching the one who had imprisoned their mother.

The Elsa Rose in Evelene's hand became more and more delicate and beautiful as her steps quickened, not like any kind of mortal flower. However, just as her footsteps stopped at the door of a room numbered 7777777, the rose that had bloomed to the extreme suddenly withered.

Everene glanced down at the withered rose in her hand, and she knew that this was it.

Aisha is the mother of the spirits, the mother goddess of life, and the closer she gets to the room where Aisha is imprisoned, the brighter and more beautiful this rose becomes. But there was something else in that room besides the cage where Aisha was kept.

Everene turned around, glanced at her fellow clansmen who were following behind, and nodded slightly. Then, she pushed open the door to the room.

It was a big room, big and empty.

The pitch-black floor was dripping with sticky pus, a poisonous liquid that trickled down from his loving father, Nurgle himself, and was too much for even the toughest of spirit-willed warriors to bear.

In the center of the room stood a large cauldron, in which plague and disease boiled and bubbled and bubbled.

In the corner of the room was a golden cage, and the delicate shape and beautiful carvings showed that the maker had put a lot of thought into it. Nurgle clearly cherishes and values the 'things' that are held in this cage.

As the goddess of life and healing, Aisha can cure any disease. Nurgle imprisoned Aisha precisely to take advantage of this.

The Father often forcibly poured a new disease He created into Aisha's body, judging the intensity of the disease by observing how long it took for the Goddess of Life to overcome its effects. To thank Aisha for her contribution to her cause, Nurgle decorated the cage where Aisha was being held with great beauty.

However, no matter how delicate and beautiful the cage is, it is only a cage after all.

A beautiful goddess slumped inside, her flawless face devoid of the joy of life. Compared to the elegant and noble goddess of life of the Spirit Clan, she is now more like a rag doll that has been broken.

"What are you doing here?!" As if sensing Evelene's arrival, the depressed Aisha suddenly stood up and was extremely weak from the disease, and shouted to the door of the room: "Children, run! ”

"Mother Goddess, let's solve ......"

Before the word 'save' could be spoken, a rusty blade wrapped around a pale strip of cloth slashed horizontally, cutting several elite Spirit Ranger waists into two pieces, and sprinkled their colorful internal organs all over the ground.

Motarian held a massive scythe in one hand, a low buzz from the rotting wings behind him.

"Something shitty." Motarian said, holding the life-harvesting scythe in both hands, and shook off the alien blood droplets stained on it in disgust: "Despicable inferior creatures, have you appeared before me to seek death?" ”

Lower Organisms......

Born in the world of Bietan's Ark, Everene has always prided herself on her superiority as a spirit, and she never imagined that one day the term 'lower creatures' would be used to describe herself.

But when Motarian said this, she couldn't refute it.

"Slut, are you deaf?" Looking at Evereni who was stunned in place, disgust appeared on Mortarian's pale face.

- not even anger.

(End of chapter)