In the 10,000 years since the emperor ascended the golden throne, many people claim to have been guided by him to act in his name.

Somebody ascetic of the state religion, a governor of a galaxy, or even a pariah in the eyes of someone else in Terra's Nest......

It is unknown whether these claims are true or false, but during the Inquisition's investigations, they found that some psionics who claimed to have seen the Emperor and the so-called living saints coincidentally described the same image—a cold, lightless sun in subspace.

This is true.

The Emperor's appearance in subspace is that of an icy sun.

For 10,000 years, trillions of human faith have converged on the Emperor, and his power has definitely increased as a result, but it has also been distorted.

No matter what the Emperor becomes, it will stick to one thing, and that is to fight the dark gods for the sake of humanity.

When he felt the appearance of the cold sun, Tzeentch suddenly felt bad.

If it were to fight one-on-one with the Icy Sun, Tzeentch would not be afraid of the previous duel against Nurgle in his prime, and its calculations would tell it that it had a 95% chance of injuring the Emperor in its current state.

Bound by the Golden Throne, the emperor, who has not been completely elevated to one of the dark gods, is impossible to deal with the empowered Tzeentch.

The problem is that Tzeentch was no longer in its prime, and it was even hacked by the angry Blood God......

Why...... How could it be......

This series of questions appeared in Tzeentch's thoughts, and he asked himself why he did not expect the appearance of the emperor, why he did not see even the slightest clue...... Eventually, it came up with the answer.

Just as this raid on Nurgle was built on the myriad unobservable changes triggered by the unobservable.

The appearance of the emperor is also one of the countless changes that cannot be observed.

The changes that should have brought Tzeentch so much joy and fun now cause it big trouble off guard.

But Tzeentch didn't feel angry or have other negative emotions, but was excited, because this unexpected change was one of the pleasures that Qin Mo could bring him.

In a cheerful laugh, Tzeentch was scorched by the flames of the black sun, and part of its preyed authority and part of its essence dissipated in the invisible flames.

After one last glance at Nurgle, the blue, flaming conceptual storm quickly vanished.

The Lord of All Kinds escaped back to the Demon Realm to recuperate.

Nurgle hides in the garden.

Fear retracts its gaze.

Slaanesh returned to the dormitory, lay on the bed, covered the wound cut by the blood god, stared at the six words on the bed, and gritted his teeth.

The Emperor didn't want to see Tzeentch get stronger, and now it had done what it wanted to do.

In the cold sun, countless wills cast their eyes on the Garden of Nurgle in search of something, anxious or angry, sad or worried, with the ultimate in malice or with the ultimate in kindness...... Anyway, it looked at the Demon Domain.

There was nothing in the Demon Domain, and the Emperor failed to find the unobservable person it was looking for, and disappeared from the Demon Domain of Nurgle.

……

Nurgle Gardens.

Qin Mo and his party trekked hard in the sea of demons, gradually penetrating into the abode of the gods, and came to a giant mansion.

The scenery here is no different from the rest of the garden, with lots of quirky plants, live trees...... The only thing that could catch Qin Mo's attention was a giant cauldron.

That's what Nurgle used to make the plague.

"Don't pay attention to that broken pot!" Kardor released psionic lightning to expel more than a thousand demons in an instant, turned around and said to Qin Mo urgently: "This cauldron can be recreated even if it is completely annihilated, you might as well kill a few more demons if you pay attention to that thing!" ”

Kardor had been urging Qin Modo to kill the demons, because he didn't have the ability or weapon to completely erase the demons, and he couldn't use the Night-Embracing Scythe, because when his hand touched the scythe, a huge amount of emotion that he had long forgotten would emerge - fear.

Qin Mo immediately retracted his gaze when he heard Kaldor's words, but then looked over again, and used all his strength to release thunder and lightning to knock down the giant crucible.

The poison that had not yet been successfully refined was spilled out, and then the crucible ignited with an unquenchable Star God flame.

After doing this, Qin Mo retracted his gaze and unleashed a nuclear explosion-like bombardment at the demon army in front of him.

There is no purpose in this trip, only to kill demons and set fires.

The endless demon army was slaughtered by Qin Mo and Kaldor and the army spirits, and every corner of the garden where the mansion was located was scorched by flames.

The group fought all the way into the mansion.

Every room here is stocked with the bottles and jars that Nurgle used to make the plague, and the stench of corruption is everywhere.

Every time Qin Mo cleared the demons in a room, he would release flames to burn everything in the room.

The Old Woman's Sword was always guiding the way, leading Qin Mo to a warehouse inside the mansion, which was full of all the diseases that had appeared in the past and future in the real universe, and Nurgle took samples of them and collected them.

The diseases of the real universe are nothing compared to the diseases caused by the plague that Nurgle refined, but Nurgle needs them because there is a place where the structure of reality is firmly in waiting for it to erode.

"Bastard!" Qin Mo unleashed lightning to shatter every jar containing disease, causing the entire warehouse to be swept away by a sea of fire.

"Burn, burn!"

Qin Mo suddenly heard a voice not far away, turned his head to look, and saw a Nurgle spirit staring at it.

The aura of this Nurgle Spirit was completely different, and its height was not comparable to that of the weakest walking corpse in the vicinity, but it was as if hundreds of demon princes were standing there sharpening their knives.

"No matter how much you burn, I can collect an entire mansion of diseases!"

"I will refine a plague that will work well for you, and kill billions of people in your star!"

In the midst of the gnashing of its teeth, Nurgle's body gradually collapsed, and it was clearly suffering from a force that did not belong to it.

Qin Mo raised his hand and released thunder and lightning to kill Nurgle Spirit, turned around and continued to kill demons and set fire to the mansion.

At this time, the old woman's sword once again used light to guide the way forward, and Qin Mo naturally felt that there was still a warehouse that needed to be dealt with urgently, so he immediately killed it.

Kardor followed, and when he fought side by side with Qin Mo, he found that the souls of those demons were devoured by Qin Mo, and after devouring the souls, Qin Mo became more and more powerful, and he was very handy at killing the big demons.

This is not the time to ask about things, so Caldo pressed the question and continued to fight in the demon group.

Eventually, the crowd came to a locked room.

Kaldo had just slain a big demon and rushed forward with his shield raised, knocking the door of the room open.

There is a prison in the room.

A female spirit is lying on the ground of the prison.

It is none other than one of the gods of the Spirit Race, Aisha, the goddess of life.

(End of chapter)