With a strange fluctuation of energy, the door of the network channel, which had been silent for a long time, was opened.

The army from the material realm slowly walked out of it and descended on the realm belonging to the god of the plague.

Leontus was in the center of the battle, riding his biochemically modified foal Constantine under his crotch.

The gold-clad Imperial Forbidden Army followed him closely, carefully guarding the safety of the Sun Lord, followed by countless astral troops, knight families, space marines, battle nuns, and all kinds of vehicles and equipment.

The troops of the Spirit Clan are located on the right side of the empire, led by a group of Phoenix Lords.

Those slender warriors marched side by side with the Imperial forces with a grace and neatness far beyond that of humans, small in size but unwavering, and the surging psionic power faintly revealed a terrifying coercion.

In an attempt to clear a safe path for the coalition forces, fighter jets and cruise missiles whizzed over the crowd's heads, incinerating the eerie forest full of corruption in front of them with explosions and flames, armored vehicles and tanks charging forward, crushing the ground and obstacles.

In the past, the Chaos Demons were only located in the Supreme Heaven to sow death on the material world, watching the mortals struggling in pain as if they were experiencing a game, but now they have finally ushered in the day when their hometown is attacked by mortals.

There weren't too many subspace creatures operating on the edge of the garden, scattered and scattered, and they didn't dare to stop such a large army, and they fled into the depths of the forest in horror, hoping that the loving father would be able to gather an army to fight back in time.

Some of them tried to resist, perhaps hoping to spread some kind of disease on a large scale in the army, but they were directly killed by the reconnaissance forces of the alliance of the two races, and their souls were sent to the tumor forest to wait for the reading note to be resurrected.

As a dignified Chaos Evil God, Nurgle naturally sensed the offense of this group of mortals at the first time.

He was not an impulsive, calculating god, on the contrary, Nurgle was tolerant, kind, patient, and even very fond of messing around.

Although these good qualities have been so distorted that mortals simply cannot bear them.

Yet the most terrible anger often comes from the gentlest of men, the servants of the damned and the sons of Asoyan, who have carried out a joint action that is clearly beyond his tolerance.

In order to let the arrogant intruders know what a foolish decision it was to challenge Him, the Blight Lord decided to cast a terrible spell.

Under the guidance of His supreme power, the energy of the subspace in the garden suddenly surged.

Angry lightning streaked across the sky from time to time, and a green storm of plague was slowly forming, and the cyclonic circulation was constantly spinning, like thousands of beasts roaring at the same time, filled with unimaginable dark power.

"Don't be afraid of the evil in front of you, they will be defeated by us today, for the emperor!"

The Sun Lord tried to encourage the soldiers around him with his shouts to help them better withstand the terrible onslaught that was coming.

Energy shields were then activated, sheltering all Imperial troops.

As the Anglican people prayed to the Lord of Humanity to use his power against the Enemies of Chaos, Walkma, who sat high on the throne, chanted the sacred scriptures aloud, emitting a soft golden glow.

On the Eldarin side, each of them has a magic shield for themselves, and the prophets use ancient spells to protect their fellow citizens.

Then, the storm struck, tearing the sky and the earth, and the terrifying energy stream full of Nurgle's corruption slammed into the energy shield of the Imperial side, like a palm slapping into an egg.

The mechanical priests struggled to appease the shield generators in the team, and their equipment was overloaded, and some of them even emitted black smoke.

But apparently, this was not enough to resist Nurgle's evil spells, and the sinister psionic storm directly tore those energy shields and slammed into the living flesh of everyone, and the war officially began.

This is not only a contest of wills, but also a fight at the cellular level.

All sorts of bacteria, fungi, viruses, and parasites seek to invade and take over the bodies of Imperial soldiers, transforming them into a twisted and sick living corpse.

Intelligent beings can easily exterminate countless species, or even destroy a world directly, but for those small microorganisms, it is difficult for them to find effective ways to deal with them.

When the winds of the plague swept through the Imperial forces, everyone's immune system was challenged.

Regardless of the forbidden armies and space marines who have undergone genetic upgrades, the majority of mortals have certainly not evolved enough to refuse the gift of a loving father.

Their bodies began to heat and sweat, their skin was covered with red rashes, their blood pressure increased, their heartbeats and pulses accelerated wildly, they were entangled by dozens of abnormal symptoms, and the feeling of weakness and exhaustion suddenly swept over their bodies, and their two eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

The soldiers all knew that once they closed their eyes now, there was a high probability that they would never wake up again. Or when they wake up again, they'll turn into some kind of abominable monster.

Only by persevering can we get a glimmer of life.

"Put away your little tricks, the god of the plague, we have come here by the will of the Emperor of God, we are the embodiment of His wrath, we have His blessings in our bodies, and your evil law cannot help us!" Grand Master Walkma and the rest of the State Sect shouted one after another.

The priests struggled to contend with the evil gods with their faith, gritting their teeth in the darkness, and the crumbling dim light was like a few candles in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

It is a contest between gods and gods, who are convinced that they are pawns in the hands of the emperor and the way the lord of humanity wins.

Of course, faith, as important as it is, cannot be eaten directly.

The blessing of the Protectors of the Billions of Soldiers is actually due to the effect of the panacea, a relic of STC from the Age of Dark Technology, capable of curing all known ailments.

Without chaos obstruction, there is no doubt that the potential for human development is quite strong.

Humans once relied on this technology to completely get rid of the threat of disease, and its existence is simply Nurgle's nemesis.

Not only the panacea, but even the Plague Father Kugas had been working hard for a long time - a disease that could completely wipe out the demigods, and was originally created by humans.

It's just that since the Iron Man Rebellion, humanity has fallen from the Golden Age, and many powerful technologies have been lost.

Although the empire later discovered the STC template of the panacea, it went around and around, and was finally robbed by the shameful black bean sprouts.

Fortunately, not long ago, after a series of operations on the Spirit Clan's side, the long-lost elixir returned to the empire and became the most important medical material for this operation.

As the winds of the plague swept by, the few undetermined soldiers remained corrupted - their minds succumbed before their bodies fell, and eventually inevitably turned into living corpses.

Many more survived with the help of a panacea.

And one of the functions of disease is to weed out the weak individuals in a population and make the remaining living stronger.

Nurgle's most feared tactics were ineffective against the coalition, and the only way he could do was to use pure violence to drive the invaders out.

(End of chapter)