Suffering. The burning pain was rushing from his heart to his limbs.

In the agony of the torment, the person who suffers from such a torment asks himself: How many years has he not felt this pain since he had followed the teachings of his loving father? Seven hundred years? Seven thousand years? He forgot. But will Astarte, especially a blessed like him, forget that something could be so impressive? He didn't know. It was too painful for him to think.

The amulet imbued with the Emperor's psionic energy flickered tenaciously in Typhons' heart. It was the highest-grade amulet made by Rika Fujimaru and given to Asclepius just in case before the expedition, and it could continuously attract the emperor's psionic energy to remove the pollution just by existing near Chaos, not to mention the situation now, which was directly stuffed into the chest of the plague warrior.

The other heart, resting intact in his chest, continued to pump black blood, trying to wash the newcomer with filth and extinguish the golden flames on it. But it only allowed the harmful psionic energy to spread through his body more quickly, adding to his pain. In the midst of this pain, Typhons waved his hands in a disorderly manner, trying to dig out the dangerous foreign object embedded in his body.

The gift of the garden was both a help and a curse at this time—if it weren't for the protection and gift of his grandfather, God, who had given him great vitality and resilience, he would probably have been burned by the spiritual energy of the cursed to the point that his bones were gone, and he would not have been able to move his hands that had just been severed; However, because of this strong vitality and resilience, he had to endure this torture continuously, and even the rib plates that had just been cut by Asclepius with psionic energy began to grow and heal again, adding unnecessary difficulty to the process of removing the foreign body.

If he could still distract himself from perceiving the outside world, then perhaps "Asclepius is not having a good time" would make him feel better. After the talisman given by Rika Fujimaru left the side of the god of medicine, the speed at which Nurgle eroded the spiritual base increased significantly. The invisible mycelium of the High Heavens entangled his hands and feet, and in the real universe, there was also a clear contamination that began to manifest from the ends of Asclepius's limbs.

The pain of the plague began to torment his mind, and two mutually exclusive psionic energies began to attack each other on the battlefield of his shell. Asclepius's breathing became difficult, and the sweet, rancid blood regurgitated from his body to his mouth due to the constant lesions, until he had to spit it out. Even so, he staggered in place, even driving away any Ultramarines who tried to get close to him and pick him up from the center of the battlefield:

"Fuck off! You idiots! Don't you see the pathogen spreading here?! He waved his arms and let the snake swim quickly around him, drawing a safe distance - and the metal surface of the mechanical snake didn't seem to be as bright as it used to be, "If you have the strength, you might as well go and perform another disinfection prevention procedure!" Don't bother me! Don't underestimate the doctor's physical strength and stamina! ”

Asclepius was not quite aware of what was going on around him. It had nothing to do with the pain that was torturing him, it was simply that there was another being who wanted to disturb his consciousness.

I appreciate you. The loud, distant voice said. Join us and free yourself from the pain of this reality, and I will give you what you want.

Asclepius ignored the voice. He tried to keep his attention focused on reality and see the situation on the battlefield in front of him. He caught the sound of Typhons crying out in prayer and realized that one of the opposing guards was trying to help him by using a rusted dagger to dig up the amulet placed at the heart of Nurgle's God's choice. He tried with all his will to drive the serpent away from the plague warrior, but the next moment he was hit by a bomb that flew from nowhere.

The good news was that Asclepius himself had not made any decent defense against himself, and that the bomb had penetrated and had not inflicted the very lethal damage on him that the bomb should theoretically have; The bad news is that he did fall to the ground because of the sudden attack.

This large-caliber projectile simply skimmed and hollowed out almost half of his abdominal cavity. In the current situation, the pain itself didn't matter, and what made Asclepius even more uncomfortable was the regurgitation of the blood, the sticky black blood almost clogging his trachea.

Heroic spirits don't need to breathe inherently, but it's still irritating for Asclepius. He turned his head sideways, trying to spit out the rotting blood. In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of foot armor that did not belong to the Ultramarines or the Death Guards quickly pass in front of his eyes, and the red lotus-like karmic fire began to ignite on the battlefield. He didn't clearly realize what was happening on the battlefield, but he still smiled at what he saw:

"High temperature disinfection...... Right...... That's it......"

Asclepius felt as if he was slowly sinking into the mire.

Why not respond? Why refuse? I know what you want, I can see your life. The large, distant voice said again. You were killed by the gods for being so good that you even shook the authority of the god of death, and you want a world without death. I hate death too, and I think we'll get along.

When he opened his eyes again, Asclepius saw a huge figure sitting in the midst of lush green vegetation. Countless deformed and strange vegetation clustered around the figure, growing and rotting, scattering into mud, and sprouting again. Even if they undoubtedly show their resilience, even if they grow in cycles, the sight is still not vibrant, but full of diseased decay and decaying death.

Asclepius closed his eyes. The illusory feeling of slowly sinking in the mud was enough to annoy him, and he didn't bother to say even a word to the stupid gods.

But the stupid gods apparently had no intention of letting him go.

Don't you yearn for that kind of world? Everyone is no longer disturbed by the death of his destiny, and everyone can be resurrected after death. Didn't you make that medicine because you wanted to pursue such a world? Your life's quest is easy for me. Join me and become my servants—you can use my powers wherever you like.

Asclepius still did not respond. But then, another peculiar pulling sensation made him frown, and a crisp female voice exploded in his spiritual world without warning:

+ You *Nostramo* foul-mouthed imbecile, what whimsical stupidity are you talking about! Asclepius is my Servant! Take your claws off him and give me them! +

Asclepius reopened his eyes in shock. He saw the crimson shield pattern of the spell on the back of Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand floating above him, countless thin red threads hanging from it, softly wrapping around his limbs, pulling him out of the illusory swamp. The surrounding vegetation and branches were clearly opposed to what the outsider was doing, and in the lofty and distant rage emanating from the massive body, they came to life, trying to attack the pattern in mid-air that was not solid enough. And Asclepius finally uttered his first words at this point:

"You're crazy!" Obviously, this was not to the huge figure on the seat, but to the owner of the spell, "If you use the connection of the contract in this way, you will only put yourself in it!" ”

+ Then let me watch you die? This is more unacceptable than death! + Rika Fujimaru's voice gradually became like an echo in his ears, which seemed to indicate that she had taken the initiative to further strengthen the connection of the contract: +I am The Grand Master, you entrusted your trust to me, how could I let this happen to you! +

"I brought it on myself, with you—" Asclepius shouted anxiously, the blood flowing backwards into his trachea, choking and preventing him from finishing the sentence. He was still slowly rising under the traction of the red line, but the force that was pulling him downward gradually increased.

+ What stupid words are you talking about, the mistakes of your subordinates are also the responsibility of the commander! From the moment I agreed to come with you, I was mentally prepared for such a risk! +

The original bright red shield-shaped badge suddenly flashed with golden light at this moment, and the diseased branches that surrounded it cringed because of it. The golden light even flowed down the silk thread representing "fate" and passed on to Asclepius, further removing the curse of the disease he had suffered, but also making the pull in the mire slightly weaker.

Why don't you respond to me? Why did you reject me? The loud, distant voice was finally tinged with annoyance, and even the illusory swamp seemed to come alive, twisting into a large hand that directly grabbed Asclepius's entire body.

He seemed to hear Richika Fujimaru groaning in pain, but he didn't, for his ears were soon filled with the crackling and burning sound of red threads dyed with pure golden light—they were trying to burn the swamp's hand and save Asclepius from it, but in fact it was only a small part.

The sheer force of that hand was almost irresistible, and even the shield badge in mid-air sank a little.

- If this continues, Rika Fujimaru will really only put herself in it. Asclepius judged so.

Don't you long for the vision you've pursued all your life? The voice was still trying to seduce, and Asclepius only sneered at it.

"You're mistaken, stupid god." For the first time, he responded to the Lord of the Plague, "The reason why I seek 'immortality' is to defend the dignity of human beings and free them from the grip of the gods. I did repeat my life many times with this obsession - and I have made some progress in reincarnation after reincarnation. ”

The lesion on the surface of Asclepius's shell expanded abruptly, and almost in an instant, he became illogically dying. He had already decided, and this opening was also his last response to the Lord of the Plague: "'Death' itself is also an important 'dignity' that makes 'human' human. ”

In the next instant, all the thin lines drawn from the shield-shaped badge shattered, and the shield emblem that emitted golden light rose rapidly under the reaction force. Asclepius, who had cut himself off, just sneered, and used his eroded and broken psionic body as an ignition mechanism, detonating the emperor's spiritual energy that had been actively accumulated in his body since just now and was not used to resist the curse of the epidemic.

Asclepius, as he says, defended his dignity as a human being by explicitly rejecting the invitation of the plague god with death.

The golden light burst into the explosion of the annihilation of the spiritual base, and the creatures in the garden of Nurgle screamed and quickly retreated, but they could not avoid their fate of being scorched and completely reduced to nothingness. In the midst of the father's heavy sighs, a dead and untouched place suddenly appeared in the garden, insignificant compared to the size of the garden, but a stubborn scar, as if it would forever radiate the heat of the damned.

At the top of the bell tower of the Taylor Cathedral, Rika Fujimaru angrily hammered her left hand, which was almost scorched by psionic energy, against the railing in front of her. Digris felt trembling at the sight, but it was as if she could barely feel the pain, and the action caused the railing made of terracotta steel to make a crisp loud noise.

“…… Somny, let the 'Plane Moon' locate this coordinate. She was visibly angry, but her tone was steady, and she even pulled out the Chaldean communication interface, using her right hand to enter a seemingly contradictory coordinate as she re-healed her left hand with the spell with her psionic energy.

In addition to the fact that the coordinates themselves cannot exist, all of Fujimaru Rika's actions are quite organized, which gives the director of the think tank some illusions, but Arjuna commented with certainty: "She's crazy." ”

"I didn't." Rika Fujimaru retorted, "I just decided that when this war is over, I must go to the garden of the Lord of Plague for a pleasant spring outing." I'm very calm, and I haven't mistaken the order of what to do. ”

Digris was equally convinced: she was mad.

Miwoo (Leopard Kill)

7K4 Today! Don't say it's short! (Angry hum leopard into a ball)

(End of chapter)