Deep underground.
The pitch-black mutant digging python's huge mouth crushed and swallowed the rock layers, moving forward quickly in it, and the residue was stuck to both sides, creating a long passage.
Ron, driving the digging python, sighed with emotion: "If this thing is used for engineering, it will be much more convenient than machinery and cheaper..."
The Tyranids' Digger units can dig holes in almost any piece of land, forming troop transport tunnels, allowing the Tyranid swarms to maneuver and move in a concealed state before launching an attack.
However, influenced by his farming genes, he did not think of military use at first, but rather of using it for construction and development.
Such Tyran units are extremely useful and cheap whether for demolition or foundation laying.
There's no need to even provide meals; they just eat whatever is given to them. It also helps dispose of production waste, saving the effort of cleaning.
Perhaps, a unit of Tyranid workers could be trained later.
Now he already has cunning cleaners, green-skinned security and maintenance teams under his command, and adding a group of Tyranid workers will not be a big problem.
Aliens also have their uses. The war must be fought well, but development and construction cannot be neglected.
There are millions of planets in the galaxy, and they are needed to build a lot of space.
Ron thought about it and moved in the planned direction.
This was not just physical movement, he could feel the mutant digging python moving through the corrupted network with the assistance of Blackstone technology.
Blackstone technology was born for the warp, and the Webway is one of the products of the extreme development of this technology.
Now, the corrupted network has anchored Wester and connected to the space region of Ultramar, and it may erupt in some form at any time.
Let the Warp consume Ultramar.
Basically, it's about creating a small Eye of Terror and connecting this area to the Garden of Nurgle.
As for what the conditions are, that falls into the realm of metaphysics and should be related to some definition or concept.
But there is no doubt that the Divine Plague is the most important link among them. As long as this chain is destroyed, the outbreak of the subspace can be prevented.
Suddenly, Ron stopped.
The guards at this defensive line are still there. If we rush in rashly, we might be noticed by the Nurgle demons.
Triggering the defenses of the plague factory.
Fortunately, the Legion of Terror quickly arrived at this area, and he took the opportunity to control the digging python across the defense line.
Soon after, he arrived underground at the Plague Factory.
Even through the rock layer, Ron could feel the horrific poison. The energy of the poisonous fog even spread to the underground, killing all life there, including the tiniest bacteria.
Even other similar plague viruses have difficulty surviving.
It seems that the exclusivity of that thing is extremely terrifying and harmful to the soul, making his mental consciousness somewhat uncomfortable.
"By the way, the Divine Plague isn't complete yet, is it?"
Ron hesitated.
If that horrible thing has already appeared in the world, I would be caught in a trap if I rushed towards it.
By then, I'm afraid I'll be poisoned and dragged into the Garden of Nurgle, and then wait miserably for the Emperor to give me the resurrection coin. It's still unknown whether I can be resurrected.
After all, he was a parallel Primarch, and his relationship with the Warp and the Emperor was still a little weak.
Ron relented and decided to lie low and wait and see what the situation would be. He was afraid that the enemy's plan would not be ruined but he would get himself involved.
…
Inside the Plague Factory.
The cauldron of Nurgle seethed malignantly, its poisonous energies evaporating into the air and assaulting the surrounding souls.
Kugashi covered the long beak on the human skin mask, fearing that he would inhale too much poisonous mist.
He was proud of his ability to brew plague poison.
This plague work can kill the Primarch and use the Primarch's soul essence to hatch a large amount of plague pox and corrupted energy.
They will follow the corruption network to reach more planets, causing the entire Ultramar to rot!
Trillions of humans will rot in agony at the hands of K'Gath, Nurgle's first favorite, their souls broken down into pure, corrupted fel energy.
What a wonderful achievement that is?
More importantly, he will dedicate the most perfect plague to the kind father Nurgle to make up for the debt of swallowing the father's plague work.
"Maybe I can be happy and cheerful like other people of my kind."
When Kugashi thought of this, a smile appeared on his usually sad face.
He felt the emotion of joy.
However, the first favorite's smiling face quickly faded and wrinkled.
Those disgusting invaders launched an attack on the plague factory, and even their roaring voices could be heard.
"Keep those lunatics out, my Plague Guard!"
Kugath shouted, but he was less confident.
His own great demon deputies, Septicemia and Bad Throat, were dispatched to build a defense line nearby. The fact that these invaders were able to get close meant that they had been expelled or killed.
This is really bad news.
And he had no time to summon new troops from the garden.
He sent out the Plague Guards, instructing them, "I need twenty-three minutes, understand? I need that much time to complete this!"
At the command of the First Favorite, the corrupted giant flies, Nurglings, and plague carriers in the Plague Factory all rushed out.
They will risk their lives to stop the invading enemy.
Near the Plague Factory.
The artillery roared, and the special flames ejected from the Chaos Centurion armor created a sea of fire, burning the Nurgle demons in it.
"Praise Diablo, come and gather quickly."
The leader of the Dread Legion spoke with excitement: "There's a big guy here, let's destroy it together!"
He seemed to see himself paying off his blood point loan and then living a carefree life. He might have enough blood points to exchange for a higher-level Hell Dragon.
The commander thought about it and decided to borrow more and directly use the highest-configuration demon engine, which can launch multiple beams of hot-melt hell dragons.
When the time comes, I will go out to fight and see who dares to snatch the spoils from me.
Moreover, he can get more favor from Diablo and more mutated limbs!
Not only the commander, but other fear warriors were also excited:
"Now that I'm rich, how many blood points is this worth?"
"It's very dangerous here. My psychic sense keeps warning me. It must be very valuable!"
"Ugh, everyone, be careful! There's a deadly plague in the area. I'm vomiting my internal organs..."
A fear warrior accidentally inhaled the weak poisonous gas emanating from the outside and immediately vomited black blood mixed with internal organ fragments.
"This is probably the core plague factory. It's really poisonous..."
Another Dread Warrior put on a Blackstone breathing mask and said with concern: "If you can't hold on, retreat quickly, otherwise you will die here."
In reality, he wanted one less person to share the spoils with.
The poisoned warrior swallowed the black blood again. "I'll chop down anyone who says I can't hold on, anyone who stands in my way of Diablo's favor!"
I can hardly pay back my blood point loan, so I'm counting on this wave of loot to stay alive and get rich.
No one can stop him now!
The fear warrior spat out blood while chopping down the attacking Nurgle demons, with an unstoppable momentum that made him more courageous as the battle went on.
Such a mad dog-like attitude made the surrounding Nurgle demons feel a little afraid.
Of course, this is also influenced by Diablo's power of fear.
The fear warriors did not approach recklessly, but instead used long-range missiles such as Purgatory Incendiary Bombs and Stun Bombs to bombard the area, trying to burn or blow away the poisonous fog as much as possible.
Afterwards, they attacked the Plague Factory.
Even with the plague fog blocking the way, many bombs still fell on the rotten walls of the plague factory.
"That's not enough. I don't have enough time!"
Kugath used his body to block the falling debris and used rotten wood to reinforce the cauldron's supporting structure.
He stared at the cauldron, feeling worried. "If I go out, the plague soup might get burnt. But what about the attacks from outside?"
Those fearless invaders killed their own Plague Guards and are about to attack.
Who knows if they'll do something even crazier?!
If they really overturned the cauldron, the sacred artifact given to him by his kind father Nurgle, and the poisonous plague leaked out, he would suffer serious injuries that were difficult to heal.
It may even result in death.
"Perhaps, it's time to add this precious blood to avoid failure."
Kugashi gently pinched the two tubes filled with blood, raised his hands and poured them down.
He wanted to add the blood of the original body in advance to complete the production of the plague. The time was a little earlier, but it was also a multiple of three.
This might affect the efficacy of the medicine a little bit, but the divine plague will still come, and it will be extremely poisonous.
The glass tube containing the blood of the Progenitor of Hope tilted, and the sticky blood flowed out. When it came into contact with the dense poisonous mist, it immediately caused a violent reaction.
But at the critical moment, he still hesitated and put away the sticky blood.
Kugath shook his head and muttered, "Not enough time, right? Without the right time, it's not perfect. I need a perfect plague!"
It's all the fault of those invaders whose intestines are cursed!
"I should stop those lunatics, kill them, and let them be tortured by the plague..."
Kugath carefully glanced at the condensed soup in the cauldron, then turned his mountain-like body and walked out of the plague factory, filled with rage.
He had to deal with the enemies at the door as quickly as possible, then come back and pour the Primarch's blood in at the right time.
Boom boom boom——
The rotting body trotted down the passage, its antlers scraping against the plaster of the high roof.
His withered sword dragged behind him, scratching the plastic steel ground. The surrounding area became more damp, and warts and dead grass grew.
"I am Ku'gath, the First Favored, the Most Favored of Nurgle."
Ku'Gath's massive figure appeared outside the Plague Factory, looking down at the Dread Warriors below: "You lunatics pissed me off, you all deserve to die!"
In an instant, the demonic power shook.
The sword of plague swung at the first fear warrior, destroying the hideous armor and turning it into thousands of rotten fragments, and the human body inside turned into black, smelly oil.
However, this failed to intimidate the fear warriors, but instead brought about a round of cheers.
"Great, it's Kugath, a real big guy..."
"For the love of Diablo, quickly call more people over here, we can't let him get away!"
"Surround him, surround him!"
A Dread Warrior roared and slid over, stabbing the power sword into the belly of the Nurgle Daemon.
Kugashi felt a sting and subconsciously slapped the other person away, unable to understand what was happening for a moment.
What's wrong with these lunatics? Why don't they have any fear?
But what he didn't know was that fear was reserved for the enemy. The fear warriors were never afraid of the enemy, nor were they afraid of death.
The only worry is that there will be no loot.
Even if the health bar of Father Nurgle is showing, they dare to go up and scratch him.
Bang!
There was an explosion in Ku'Gath's lower abdomen, and the melta blew off a large piece of intestine that was stuffed in by the sliding terror warrior.
This made him even angrier:
"Damn it, I'm not a weak plague carrier, I'm a plague master, and attacks like this are not enough to hurt me.
You are courting death..."
The first favorite was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"Triple the blood points, triple the favor!"
The sliding terror warrior had half of his shoulder broken, but he still cheered.
The attack just now earned him a lot of Diablo's favor, allowing him to continue to survive.
He raised his gun with one hand and fired, but this time he was more cautious and did not slide forward impulsively.
"Triple the loot?"
This made the fear warriors even more crazy, and they almost poured out all their firepower.
Such an amazing reward is worth losing your life for.
Obviously, this was arranged by Ron who was hiding underground. To deal with such a powerful enemy, he naturally had to give more rewards.
He hoped these fear warriors could hold back Ku'gath.
Flame missiles, melta rays, and explosive bombs were fired crazily, continuously causing damage to the Nurgle Demon.
Ku'gath hacked and killed in anger, turning more fear warriors into rotten flesh, but no one retreated. Instead, more fear warriors came rushing over after hearing the noise.
Start a group!
Unknowingly, this first favorite was further away from the plague factory.
He chopped off the Centurion's armor, and with a flick of his frog-like tongue, he wrapped around and pulled down a Hell Dragon, turning it into a wreck with dislocated limbs and exposed machinery.
However, the encirclement constructed by the Legion of Terror became tighter and tighter.
They have too much experience in working together to destroy powerful enemies, rather than charging blindly unless they can't help it.
The Dread Warriors rushed in frantically to join this dangerous battle, as no one could resist such a generous reward.
They praised the great Diablo and fired with all their firepower.
The mutations on some high-level commanders deepened, their hideous bones grew, and the burning demonic flames became more intense.
This is the gift of the gods' favor, the more fearless the fear warrior is, the more damage he causes.
The more you learn, the more you will receive the incomparable blessing.
The most powerful warrior of the Legion of Terror is even on the verge of becoming a demon. Unfortunately, with the ability of the Dark Side Diablo of the Little Sun, he cannot support the existence of several demons.
He still has a gap with the Chaos God and the Emperor, and needs more faith and evil power.
"Get out of here, everyone..."
Kugath became more and more angry. Although these crazy guys could not kill him, the damage they caused was real.
What's more, he has to protect the plague factory.
"No, my divine plague!"
Suddenly, a bell rang inside the Plague Factory, and Kugath thought of something.
My perfect work has reached the final stage!
He turned and swept away the blocking Dread Warriors, then rushed towards the Cauldron of Nurgle.
I have to rush back and complete the final steps.
However, Kugath hadn't taken many steps.
His knee was severely hit by the Hell Dragon controlled by the Leader of the Fear Warriors, and he immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground.
It was like a mountain of flesh hit the ground, causing it to shake violently.
But he quickly got up.
At this moment, the First Favorite didn't care about anything else. He wanted to return to the Plague Factory as soon as possible and sprinkle the Primarch's blood into the pot.
That is the key to the great work of the loving Father!
Ku'Gath flattened the Infernal Dragon.
He used all his strength to release the corrupted evil energy, and a large number of strains quickly grew around him, entangling the fear warriors who were chasing him.
Afterwards, he rushed all the way back to the hall of the Plague Factory.
The First Favourite was very excited. He had stopped the invaders and rushed back before the plague soup became mushy.
It was perfect timing.
"Praise the Father..."
Ku'gath muttered, a smile returning to his face. "Once the Divine Plague is created, I will kill all the lunatics of the Dread Legion and the Dark Prince."
However, the moment he took out the blood of the original body, he felt that something's connection with him was cut off.
He realized something, raised his head in panic, and his smile froze on his face: "Dear father, where is my pot?!"
The hall was empty, leaving only a huge hole.
Now, no one could respond to him. The poisonous mist killed the weak maggots and Nurglings, and the rest of the Plague Guards died outside.
"Did it fall into the ground?"
Kugashi swallowed, still holding on to a glimmer of hope, and walked closer to check the condition of the pit.
Unfortunately, there was nothing inside. The dark pit seemed to have swallowed up everything. One could faintly smell the pungent odor of Tyranid insects and traces of anti-psychic energy.
He realized a fact:
The cauldron, the sacred artifact bestowed upon him by Nurgle himself, was stolen, and the other party also severed the artifact's connection to the corrupted network and himself.
Kugath looked at the deep and complex passage of the pit, but could not feel any trace of the artifact cauldron, and had no way to trace it.
That damn thief ran away long ago.
His father's long-standing expectations, the extremely precious artifact, and his own thousands of years of achievements were all destroyed in an instant.
He had no means of offering up those trillions of tortured human souls.
"No, my pot, my divine plague, cursed rotten-hearted thief!"
Kugath felt a surge of weakness and fell to the ground with a thud, causing the plague factory to shake.
Afterwards, the first favorite seemed to have lost all his passion.
He was enveloped by deeper guilt and depression: "I failed and failed my father's grace..."
"Ku'gath, the bells of corruption are ringing. I need the plague..."
The shadow of Death Lord Mortarion appears, and through the shadow it can be seen that he is on a battlefield.
The Imperial Regent, as usual, had been knocked down in the duel and was struggling to break free from his restraints and get up.
Now the Death Lord needs to obtain the long-awaited plague, kill the Imperial Regent once and for all, and drag him into the Garden of Nurgle.
Use it as nourishment to corrupt all of Ultramar.
However, before the Death Lord could finish his words, he received a reply.
"The Divine Plague was stolen, along with the loving father's cauldron..."
Kugath's voice was strangely low and sad, devoid of energy: "The thief possessed anti-warp abilities, and I couldn't find any trace of it.
There's no way to even find it."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, the Death Lord's pupils trembled violently, emitting a hint of fear.
——
A passage deep underground.
"Oh shit, oh shit, this wave of profit is huge..."
Ron rode the somewhat listless mutant digging python and ran away happily.
A faint plague mist continued to emanate from the digging python's body and along the gaps between its black stone scales, contaminating the surrounding soil.
The spoils obtained from this surprise attack on the plague factory far exceeded his expectations