According to Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, the resurrection of the loving father Nurgle requires the collection of the following 7 artifacts:

- [Poison Saint's Throat, Infinite Root, Plasma Core] Trinity, casting the immortal body of a loving father

- [Perma-spinning top] provides an inexhaustible source of power for loving fathers

- [The Last Bao] Give the loving father an inexhaustible life

- [Javo rash sample] A virus from outside the world will bring a new disease to the loving father

- [Plague Cauldron] Boil disease and decay, and reforge the foundation of the Plague Divine Throne

With the fall of the Iron Hand's home planet, the body of the Poison Saint was taken away by the Iron Warriors, the Poison Saint's Throat was already in place, and the plan planned by the Lord of All Variations to resurrect the God of Plague has officially taken the first step.

The Apostle of the Plague and Tzeentch Arch 'Asque the Drowned' were under the command of the Primordial, and Perturabo walked out of the portal with an army of Iron Warriors and came to the skies of Oregon.

The Imperial-class battleship that once belonged to the Iron Hand has been completely infected by the Scrap Code Virus spread by Perturabo, and the Iron Warriors who broke into the engine room felt as if they were at home.

Airborne pods bearing the emblem of glory of the Iron Hand Warband were pushed out of the ship's cabins, but it was a heavily armed Iron Warrior who landed in orbit on these pods.

Perturabo himself, on the other hand, did not rush to set off immediately, but made his own preparations and did not communicate with others.

Arsk, the Drowning Demon of Tzeentch, came to the Original's side and reminded, "Don't take it lightly, Perturabo, I sense that there are 'rats' running around the ship. ”

Perturabo didn't pay any attention to Tzeentch's reminders, he was busy with his own business, and said, "That's something you need to be careful about, listen, Birdman, I've never been a lackey of the Lord of Change, I'm not a servant of any of the Chaos Gods, I'm the genetic prototype of the 4th Legion, Perturabor." ”

"If Perturabo made a promise with the Lord of Change to help him get the artifact, then he would help the Lord of Change get the artifact, but don't expect me to give you some gifts that are not agreed upon like a supermarket with a discount, I'm not a businessman, you're not a god, you're just a bunch of wretched creatures huddled behind the curtain of subspace, trembling with fear from the Bullet Star."

Perturabo turned, his male body wrapped in heavy armor was burly and muscular, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on the drowned Asker: "Go clean this ship of rats, that's what you should do, Birdman." ”

With that, Perturabo and his Primordial Guard strode out of the engine room, ready to head to the surface of the planet Oregon.

The Iron Warrior Space Marines who stayed behind in the warehouse looked at the back of the original body leaving, and the 'Iron Guard' who surrounded the father of genes, and had mixed feelings in their hearts.

Perturabo's Primordial Guard is an eternal pain to the Iron Warriors, a shame they will remember for the rest of their lives.

Peturabo distrusts his heirs, believing that the Iron Warriors are too weak as a Space Marine, so instead of selecting elite veterans from the Legion to form his own Primordial Guard, as other Primordials do, he uses forbidden dark technology to create a group of powerful automaton robots to protect himself.

Rather than a weak offspring, Perturabo prefers to believe in data and steel.

The Iron Warriors' distrust of the Genetic Father is painful, and they don't want to prove to the Primordial that they are not weak, and this pain and desire has continued from the Great Expedition 10,000 years ago to the present, and the Iron Warriors' mentality has long been distorted.

The fighters of the 4th Legion often fought with great fear of death and even showed extreme self-destructive tendencies, eager to prove their strength to their father by any means.

"Father, we are not weak!" A Steel Warrior who remained in the engine room shouted excitedly at the departing back of the original body.

Perturabo heard his cry with a sobbing voice, but his footsteps didn't stop for even a second.

Surrounded by the Iron Guards, Perturabo left the engine room and boarded the drop bay to perform an orbital landing on the surging waves of flesh and blood on Oregon.

"The fleets of the Human Federation slipped away quickly, but their withdrawal was very hasty, and there were still a large number of ground troops and Titan legions left on Oregon." Perturabo closed his eyes, and the bright red Waste Code virus flowed on the armor of his left arm:

"Send them to the Emperor."

The Primordial's voice fell, and the Waste Code Virus that had sparked the Iron Man Rebellion began to spread across the planet.

At the same time, the Biological Mothership, which had been hastily evacuated, returned to Falla via the Tuchucha engine, docking in the orbit of a star wrapped in a biological Dyson sphere.

Greywind returns to Falla.

Unlike the self-centered Russell, Grey Wind was more meticulous in managing her subordinates, explaining to the disgruntled soldiers the mutation of the Waste Code Virus and the reason for her hasty evacuation, and at the same time calling up the sub-process, and driving the Grey Gu Mothership body, which had been docked in the orbit of the planet Falla, to the side of the Mother of Torture.

In the midst of the tension, Grey Wind sent a notice to the council leaders of the Order of Truth: "The time has come to enforce the Purification Protocol and force all networked devices to open VZ-class firewalls to test your research." ”

As soon as these words came out, the high-ranking scholars of the Truth Church were shocked.

Because the purpose of the VZ-class firewall in the gray tuyere is not to protect against the waste code virus or the AI rebellion, it is aimed at more extreme and dangerous targets.

The Order of Truth has continued to invest resources for hundreds of years, and after mastering the gift of the Time Worm, they have turned on the time acceleration many times to ask the universe for more computing time, and they have worked so hard to guard against a terrifying possibility.

Guard, the 'Correction Agreement' that may get out of control.

"The Waste Code Virus has evolved to the point where it can infect our system, and the scholars of the Order of Truth may have the ability to write a clean elimination protocol against the new Waste Code Virus, but Chaos will not give us this time, and the Time Worm has only devoured a fragment of the Star God that belongs to the Star God of Time, Zahurash, and its impact on this universe is very difficult and limited, and it is impossible to accept the bottomless request."

Grey Wind took a deep breath as Russell did, and stood on the bow of the mother-bred mothership, looking at herself as she was heading this way.

In the cabin of the Grey Gu Mothership, a computing host called the 'Rectification Core' is ready to move.

The Purges are far more dangerous than any form of Hash Virus or Chaos Contamination, but the opposite is true for the Cult of Truth, who have spent hundreds of years building firewalls against the Bugs, but lack protection against new Hash Viruses.

So......

"I can't beat the waste code, and I can't beat you?"

Grey Wind's sub-process returns to its main body, and the Grey Mothership activates its jump engine, returning to the Oregon Galaxy, which has been torn apart by insect tides and chaos.

The Iron Warriors' war fleet slowly sailed out of the subspace rift in the center of the Galil Constellation, and the Plague Apostles who believed in Nurgle and the Iron Warriors, eager to prove themselves to their father, clashed fiercely against the Iron Legions of the Human Federation in the flesh land, and the heavily armored Perturabo came to the three-legged flesh canopy......

This is the 61st year of the 40th millennium.

The End of the Natural Disaster: Correction Agreement, was voluntarily released.

(End of chapter)