What did I think then? I fled from the mountains, I fled from my adoptive father who had tormented me so many times, I fled from the heights to the lowlands, I met "humans", I realized—

- How stupid I was then.

Looking back on his past life from the current perspective, Motarian only feels ridiculous that he is too young. How could he have dismissed Nurgle's blessings as evil poisons and corruption?

If a person looks back on his life from the back to the front, he will often think that his past self is stupid from the perspective of the future. Motarian was therefore unaware that his mind had been modified here by a force from subspace. This subtle correction has been unknown for 10,000 years, starting with his kneeling towards the gods.

This modified mind quickly worked in the demonic primordial's narrowed brain, and Mortarian replied:

"At that time, I raised troops to kill my adoptive father who tortured me. I hate him. I despise him. I swear I'm going to beat him. "But this goal was easily taken away by the emperor." He may be my biological father, my Creator, but he is only using his power and authority to try to ravage the galaxy. These things seemed irrelevant to him. ”

He lifted a small censer hanging from the silence, and a strange soul faintly struggled and whilled in it: "Fortunately, the generous and loving Father has made all this clear to me, and has more or less made up for the shortcomings of my life with his might. I will also launch an eternal challenge to the corpse on the throne with His permission. ”

“…… Ay. Fujimaru Rika showed a helpless expression, "To be honest, I really didn't expect that you would be a lot higher than Conrad in the 'self-deception' rank. ”

"What did you say?"

"Aren't you aware of the logical loophole yourself?" Fujimaru Rika changed the scepter in her arms from left to right and held it, leaving no time for Motarian to refute, and asked like a cannon, "I have studied Ling—to be precise, I have studied all the original bodies under the instruction and guidance of the Emperor. The reasons you have given are certainly valid in the past, but can the simple feeling of hatred for your alien adoptive father really support you in building Barbaros into what you saw when the emperor first came to life under such difficult conditions? ”

"That's because—"

You may justify this as if you need an army, but do you really need it if it's just for the purpose of defeating the sorcery overlords? What's more, if you want to take revenge on your adoptive father, is it necessary to rid the entire planet of the witchcraft overlords? ”

"It's likely that the psionic race has—"

"Yes, we've all seen that, after all these years, your alien adoptive father is still captured by you in the form of a soul. If he doesn't kill them all, he may use some means to make a comeback by clinging to other overlords - speaking of which, what did you, who have always hated witchcraft, use to seize something like the 'soul', which obviously does not exist in the material world? Witchcraft? ”

"That's the power that my loving father Nurgle generously lent me!"

"It's a bit worrying, do you remember what the definition of 'witchcraft' is? I, the official legal user of sorcery in the Empire, would be kind enough to remind you that 'sorcery' is essentially a psionic spell that is exercised through the power borrowed from powerful beings in the subspace. ”

“…… Shut up. ”

"Then change the subject, do you really think that the Lord of the Plague is a generous deity? I remember that you still had the title of 'Lord of Death' when you were under Him, right? ”

"-Shut up!!"

Fujimaru Rika didn't pay attention to the furious Motarian, but continued to try at her own pace:

"—Why, then, can't you even control the death of your own offspring?"

In that instant, the chain blade of silence roared, and the huge scythe fell from the sky towards Fujimaru Rika with unimaginable speed; Floating around the latter, Ki-type Cavinnan, Spmeda, and Mamiyadez were fired forward at about the same time, and the scythe's attack path was partially staggered after the loud sound of two powerful weapons colliding with each other.

- It's not that Rika Fujimaru's reflexes can catch up with the speed of the Demon Primordial's attack, just like when she fires three base types at the same time, only the latter two are successfully hit. She was able to react so quickly only because she had predicted that Motarian would almost go berserk at this point.

At the same time, there was a slight sound similar to breaking glass, which still magically echoed in the ears of everyone present under the cover of such a loud noise.

Time that had been frozen began to flow again: the diseased scales of Motarion's wings swooped forward like smoke with his movements, and Arjuna's blue-blue arrows burned them in karmic fire at the same time; Sigismund quickly stepped forward, shielding Rikka Fujimaru's fragile shell from a possible explosion that followed, and the Emperor's Sword had been delivered to Motarian's heart in an instant, and the brilliant psionic flames on it were as blazing as Kiliman's own anger at the moment.

"How is that possible!" Anxiously, he used the long pole of his scythe to hold up Mortarion's fatal blow from his brother, but no one answered him.

In the realm of psionic energy, the importance of the beliefs, or beliefs, of the parties is unimaginable, especially in this kind of witchcraft in which two subspace powers wrestle with each other through their respective spokespersons in the real universe. The two are on par in the invisible competition, and time is temporarily frozen because of this, and once there is a problem in a certain link, the balance will be broken, and the consequences will be fatal to the losing side.

- And the reason the balance was broken was that in that very moment, Motarian questioned his god.

Not only Motarian, who seemed to be stumbling in Kiriman's furious offensive, but also the demons of Nurgle who were mourning behind him were also under pressure at this time. For them, the devastating power of the Emperor was substantially suppressed in an instant, and the weaker ones were wiped out without even a snort; The stronger ones fell into confusion and confusion, and were quickly slain by the Empire's soldiers; And the Great Impurities like Kugas are trying to forcibly tear open a subspace rift in reality so that they can escape from this horrific battlefield.

Either out of sheer luck, or because his loving father did care for him, Kugas did succeed. With the speed and agility that a great impure person should not have, it burrowed into the swirling aura, returning to the supreme heaven that was safer and more livable for it. It crawled forward in terror, desperately trying to get away from where Pamenio was—terrible, too dangerous, a rare experience in his life without beginning or end, so close to death.

It was a terrible feeling.

The Father of the Plague, who had always been sad and painful, forgot to shed even tears of mourning for his compatriots this time, and only wanted to return to Yax. Before it received the favor of its father, it was an empire's so-called "garden world", a magnificent model and template for all imperial worlds. It was also planned as a "hospital world", and it was at this time that Nurgle's corruption of it began.

Today, it is a lovely enough planet in the eyes of the Great Impure, full of fatherly love, decay, and plague. In a sense, it can be called the beginning of everything, and everything will end on it. This was what subspace had originally foreshadowed, and so was what Kugas had planned, but now, everything has changed.

After an unmeasured, long, short period of time, Kugas returned to the plague factory it had built on Yax. It was once the largest hospital and sanatorium in Yax, but now, apart from the few remaining buildings, it has nothing to do with its original purpose.

Countless Nurgle spirits are laughing and busy here, and the internal organs, eyeballs, limbs, and mouthpieces, fungi, viruses, corruption, and mutations collected from the entire sick, polluted planet are all gathered here, waiting to be retrieved by the Father of the Plague, the master of this place. And it, Kugas, should have been in the heart of the factory surrounded by the lieutenant, diligently stirring the pot of soup it had borrowed from his loving father Nurgle, using the resources of the entire planet and a drop of blood from the cursed son's son to try to refine a plague like never before.

That's how it should be. It has now not taken a single drop of blood and has lost all its lieutenants. Its work has obviously suffered an indefinable failure, but the subspace energy here is still decaying, stagnant, and to its delight. The terrible energy of the damned, intent on destroying everything, had been left behind by it to Pamenio, where it was safe.

Kugas breathed a sigh of relief at this realization. It rested in place for a moment, calming its throbbing mind, and then slowly moved forward, trying to get back to the edge of the pot. It thought it had to check if the little things had been lazy when it was gone, and had neglected to stir, allowing the contents of the pot to congeale. But in the next moment, another strange throbbing made him look up in a daze, and what it saw made it feel like it was falling into an ice cave in an instant:

A second round of golden suns appeared in the sky.

This is not a natural phenomenon. Kugas didn't know why this was happening, but he knew what it was. It had just seen something similar on Pameño:

The Storm Frontier, suspended in mid-air, is charging up the bow of the Holy Sword Armor.

Extreme fear caused Kugas to jump from his place. It wondered why the weapons of the cursed could come and go in such a strong area of the Father's bounty. It ignored all the Nurgle spirits in its path, ignoring their bewildered or frightened cries, mercilessly crushing their tiny bodies beneath it. Here it used the fastest speed of its life to try to reach the soup pot that its loving father had given it—it had already made a mistake at birth, and it could not do it again.

Kugas, the Father of the Plague, the third favored member of his father's demon army, puffed up his body and hugged the pot of soup that was large enough for the Great Impure before the final moment came. However, before it could breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to shrink the pot a little so that it could take it with it from the planet, a golden beam of light had already fallen from the heavens, enveloping the entire plague factory.

"No—"

Heaven and earth change color, wind and clouds roll for it, nothing can survive such a powerful beam of energy, not even the voice of the Great Impure. After the light of eternity had dissipated, the thick clouds of Yax, polluted into yellow-green, opened and the moon brightened, and the air full of decay and stench began to freshen from here.

And at the place where the beam fell, the original hospital, and later the temple of the evil gods, the dead and filthy, the scurrying Nurgle spirits, and the great impure who were running away, had all disappeared.

And the soup pot that Kugas risked his life to protect was also turned into almost unrecognizable scrap iron and debris under the impact of energy.

In the deliberately left capital on the planet, the Storm Frontier had wordlessly disappeared behind the curtain again through the imaginary number of people who were aware of this energy fluctuation through the orniths before they tried to come and inspect it.

It has another destination to travel to.

Miwoo (none)

Actually, there is a question about Kugas that makes me very confused, in the plague war, it is written that it is the third favored demon, and in the plague it becomes the first favored (still fighting with the rain father in the office), which really confuses me. And then because three in numerology (?) I have chosen the term "third favored" here.

I have a quote from a friend who I would love to use in the title of this chapter, but was eventually defeated by Bian Que three times in a row, and I must show it here:

The antonym of negrolin is dish soap.

(End of chapter)