Nurgle left his cauldron and staggered out of the workshop, moving his fat body.

Entering the dark passageway, he found several Nurgle spirits sitting on the ground in a decadent manner, their faces no longer joyful, only full of sorrow.

The garden was being ravaged, and all the children of Nurgle could feel it and grieve for it.

They are all part of it.

Nurgle struggled to bend down, carefully picking up the Nurgle spirits, trying to comfort them.

The Nurgle would always laugh when the pustules on his skin burst open as they swelled over, and the pus splattered around them.

Feeling the strong love of their father, the Nurgle spirits were like innocent children, and immediately put the unhappiness behind them.

They began to bounce around Nurgle's body, burrowing between skin and fat, teasing their masters, and the light-hearted vibe returned to them.

Everything will be fine.

Weakness does not mean the end, it is just a necessary part of the natural cycle.

Just as life goes from fresh to old and then to decay and death, the dead corpses fertilize the soil and new vitality is born from it.

Thinking of this, the god of plague smiled and nodded, and then continued to walk towards the darkness ahead with these Nurgle spirits.

Crossing the long cloister and climbing the tall towers, he finally reached the top of the castle.

A blonde woman is imprisoned in a birdcage made of unknown materials.

It was Aisha, the goddess of life, one of the few survivors of the Spirit Pantheon.

At the top of Nurgle's Domain, Aisha could see every plant in the garden, and even the mortal world—despite the difference in philosophy, Nurgle wanted him to bear witness to his work and share the joy he had.

Aisha didn't care about Nurgle's arrival, and still watched intently at the children of the Spirit Clan who were fighting for herself, witnessing their bravery and sacrifice.

The Goddess's emotions were enveloped in regret, guilt, and deep sorrow, and bean-sized tears continued to flow from the corners of Her eyes.

It's so fragile, but it's also very stubborn in some ways.

Nurgle sighed deeply at this, and the fate between the two gods seemed to have come to an end.

Until this last moment, the two sides still could not reach a consensus on "how to love life" - they could have been the best partners.

With reluctance, Nurgle clumsily put his arm on the iron cage.

Immediately after, the huge iron cage was slowly lifted by the divine power and thrown to the ground.

As the giant iron cage fell from the sky, everyone's eyes were attracted.

Nurgle finally decides to return Aisha to his children—he certainly can't give the goddess to his nemesis, Tzeentch or the perverted Slaanesh.

But what happens next is not up to Him.

"Asu Yan is on top, it's really Aisha!"

The Spirit Clan warriors stared at the giant woman imprisoned in an iron cage, and they only felt dizzy and unreal.

However, the unprecedented affinity in the soul still made everyone recognize the identity of the other goddess for the first time, and the unprecedented success made their morale high.

"The god of the plague has succumbed, quick, purge the surrounding demons!" Everene shouted.

The action has indeed made a huge breakthrough, but it has not yet reached the point where it can be celebrated.

On the contrary, now is the most critical time.

Without the common interest, the actions of the other two evil gods will naturally change with them, and they will never be allowed to take advantage of them and retreat with their whole body.

They must hurry up and pry open the giant iron cage in front of them, and then leave this hellish place with the goddess.

Things turned out just as Evelene had thought.

While Tzeentch's army is still blasting the Hammer, the Lord of Change must ensure that his nemesis is the absolute loser in this dispute.

Don't make it so that because Aisha was thrown out, several forces fought each other in order to fight for control, and went around and around, and finally let Nurgle, who had the home advantage, snatch it back, then things will not be fun.

But the Slaanesh army had already turned its spear, and almost immediately rushed in the direction where they were.

The precious Spirit Race Goddess, the massive Spirit Race powerhouse, there is nothing more attractive to them than this.

Coupled with the existence of the "Special Attack on the Spirit Race" exclusive to the Slaanesh Demon, these purple perverted attacks made everyone feel extremely tricky.

The iron cage that Nurgle used to imprison Aisha was not the work of some mysterious material or a skilled craftsman, but a purely conceptual product, shaped by the laws of subspace and pure psionic energy, which could not be harmed by lasers or cannonballs, so it was necessary to use special methods to pry it open.

According to the widely circulated secrets, it takes enough Spirit maidens to cry for Aisha before the iron cage that imprisons the goddess can be opened.

This approach obviously does not work in the immediate situation.

Not to mention that the content of the rumors is very vague, how many spirit girls are enough, they have no room to cry when they are in danger, and countless demons are eager for them to die here.

So as planned, Evelene, as the champion of death, began to call on the spirits of the deceased around her.

The war has reached this point, and all factions of the Spirit Clan Alliance have suffered heavy casualties.

Those who died were elite, brave and loyal.

For the sake of the future of the entire race, they have a final sacrifice to make.

The deceased responded to the call of the Lady of Shadows.

They are willing to fall into the realm of the unborn god and become part of death.

It is better to have such peace than to fall into the belly of Slaanesh and experience never-ending suffering.

As the souls of hundreds of thousands of Spirit Race powerhouses were sacrificed, the terrifying energy that burst out tore through a corner of the Plague Garden.

A subspace creature known as the embodiment of death appeared in front of everyone, and it was a sign of the arrival of the unborn god.

"Quick, turn it on!"

Evelene anxiously commanded the Grim Reaper as the enemy drew closer and closer to them.

Not only is the chief demon under the command of Slaanesh, but the Sharahi Demon Plague, who once made the Reaper Army lose face, is attacking, and even the fallen demon primordial, the Lord of Death, Motarian, is also wielding the Silence step by step.

The Spirit Clan warriors did everything they could to stop their enemies, and countless lives were filled into them just to buy even a second more precious time.

The Grim Reaper incarnated nodded knowingly, then came to the iron cage and inserted the old woman's sword in his hand into the door lock.

It twisted the hilt of its sword as if it were twisting a key.

The forces of life and death resonate with each other, trying to break through the barriers that stand between them, and the bonds left behind by Nurgle are being destroyed little by little.

(End of chapter)