Russell saw rivers of blood flowing from the hot earth, and a huge black sun hanging high in the dome, scorching the endless mountains of skulls.

He saw the brilliant expanse of transparent prisms and crystalline geometry grow wildly in the gardens of Nurgle, prisms and diamonds rooted in the decaying earth, as if to turn the lily-covered decaying field into a crystal forest.

Then he saw the twisted circles filled with lustful desires, and the temple of Slaanesh's pleasure expanding in the aetheric turbulence.

"The Emperor is holding back the Sadists, Tzeentch is invading the Garden of Nurgle, and Slaanesh is targeting ......" Russell looked strange, "Me? ”

Of all the Chaos Gods who came to rescue Nurgle, Slaanesh was the hardest-working, and the vast purple demon domain ignored Nurgle, who was limp and languishing in the lily field, and directly crashed into the unfolding hollow, buying time for Tzeentch to save Nurgle at the cost of his own existence being constantly siphoned and annihilated by the hollow.

No, Slaanesh's purpose was not to buy time at all.

He came here to be sucked by Russell.

"Shouldn't you let the gray wind dye your hair green when you go back......?" Russell felt a chill in his heart.

Russell adjusts his gravitational field to avoid Slaanesh's Ring Domain, annihilates Tzeentki's Crystal Forest, and steps across the vast field of lilies in full bloom, and Nurgle himself is in front of him.

Nurgle is now not as grand as it once was, but much smaller, and looks like a Nurgle that can be seen everywhere in the garden, slumped helplessly in a puddle of putrid pus.

The Black Demon Pavilion was destroyed, the Plague Cauldron was overturned, and the Nurgle Garden was finely chopped up by the Breakers, chewed, chewed, and eaten...... This series of events has done no small damage to the plague god.

Russell came to Nurgle, cracked a dark slit in his palm, and pressed it against his head.

At this moment, Tzeentch exerted his strength, and the prism and diamonds grew rapidly, separating Russell's hand from the weakened Nurgle, and a two-headed birdman covered in blue feathers walked through the crystal jungle, grabbing the flabby flesh of the plague god with a single claw.

"Look for death." Russell lightly erased the prism that stood in his way and grasped the birdman's claws.

The next moment, Tzeentch, 'Weaver of Destiny Carlos', died completely.

Russell expressionlessly pinched a pinch of blue-purple bird feathers into ashes, and the surrounding crystal forest shattered instantly, and his front was empty. Tzeentch's chief archdemon buys time with his complete demise, and the weakened Nurgle is snatched by Tzeentch.

The rotten earth around him took on an ambiguous purple glow, and Slaanesh was entangled again.

Russell raised his head and looked at the dark sun hanging high above the mountain of skulls, and his indifferent expression seemed to ask: Can you do it?

The answer is – yes!

So Russell ignored the entangled Slaanesh, adjusted the hollow gravitational field, and went straight into Tzeentch's Demon Domain, which was an endless crystal labyrinth.

Slaanesh tried to chase it again, but the cold flames of the pitch-black sun restrained the expansion of the twisted ring.

Enraged, Prince Joy begins to besiege the Emperor with the Lord of the Skull.

And in the ruins of the Black Magic Pavilion, Motarian was at a loss.

As the weakened plague god Nurgle is forcibly taken into the Crystal Labyrinth by Tzeentch, the Garden of Nurgle, which had been scarred by the bombardment of the Boundary-Breaker's high-dimensional weapons, became even more shattered, and pieces of decaying earth were torn apart by the Plane Ripper into pure energy, filling the mouth of the Realm Breaker's insatiable greed.

At the same time, Nurgle's ascension primordial body, Motarian, also began to show some 'changes'.

As Nurgle's strength declined, the rotting wings on his back shrank rapidly, the Nurgle spirits and plague maggots that parasitized him withered and died, and the festering pus on his skin began to dry and wither.

The blessings of a loving father are dissipating, and that is not a good thing.

Motarian fell to his knees weakly, his scythe-hilt staring warily at Aisha and Evelene, who were struck by the battle of the gods. If Everene were to kill Motarian now, he would have no way to fight back.

Mortarian once led a company of Deathguarded Plague Warriors against a small space necromancer dynasty, and in that battle, the space necrons who were outdefeated by the Death Guards activated the Exorcist Death Domain, covering the entire battlefield.

The Plague Warrior blessed by his loving father had long since rotted and died, and was strangely alive thanks to the blasphemous power of the subspace, and in the Exorcism Death Domain, which was isolated from the influence of the subspace, the Plague Warrior was revealed, and the death guard company was almost completely wiped out.

Only Motarian relied on the strength of the original body to hold on and not fall, and extremely reluctantly used his scythe to cut off the head of the space necromancer at that time, closing the exorcist death domain.

And the situation is very similar now.

A weakened Nurgle was recovering his power, and the blessing of Nurgle on Motarion's body was gone, leaving only a frail body full of holes, unable to hold up even the power armor on his body.

- If you go on like this, you will die.

Motarian knew this well.

Everene noticed Motarion's weakness, and after a moment of hesitation, she made up her mind and raised the old woman's sword in her hand. Killing an Primordial, whether pure or chaotic, is of great benefit to the revival of the Spirit Race.

But then, Aisha stopped her.

"Mother Goddess—" Evereni looked at the life that had grabbed her wrist in confusion, and saw Aisha shake her head.

"I know, Motarian, you're not a wicked person." Aisha said softly.

A tear fell from her cheek and dripped onto Motarian's rotting skin. The original body's self-healing ability is already strong, and with the help of the goddess of life, Motarian can quickly recover his health.

Eveleni silently put away the old woman's sword with a serious expression.

Yes, Aisha is indeed the compassionate goddess of life, but she is the goddess of the spirit race first and then everything else. Would the gods of the Spirit Race really save a powerful primordial who was extremely hostile to the Spirit Race for the reason that "his nature is not bad"? Of course not.

Ephreni could see that Aisha's motivation for helping Motarian was not sympathy, but fear.

Fear of Russell.

Naturally, Motarian also knew the real reason hidden under the surface of harmony, but they all tacitly did not say it, but continued to stay in harmony in place, waiting for Russell, who had broken into Tzeentch's labyrinth, to reappear and bring about an end to the battle between the gods.

Everene silently clenched the hilt of the old woman's sword, calling on the name of a god in her heart.

"The end of all things, the end of reincarnation, we respect and respect the gods, please sprinkle your divine power on my shoulders......"

(End of chapter)