Black Fortress.
The Blood God and the Lord of Change blocked all passages leading to the outside world, and blood-red volcanoes and colorful flames were burning fiercely.
"This isn't fair. I'm the Lord of Corruption, the God of Rebirth..."
Nurgle, the victim, suffered a series of critical hits and watched the goddess of life leave with the savior. He felt a little disheartened:
"Why did I lose to that savior?"
The savior was just a lesser god. He was stronger than him in power, strength and attitude, but he lost miserably.
I can't even grab it!
This was the first time that the Lord of Plague had suffered such severe damage and defeat since he was promoted to a high-level god.
He was a little depressed. He finally took it seriously for once, but the savior made him lose so completely.
Why on earth is this happening?!
"Because you are smelly and ugly, you are the most disgusting existence in the universe, hahahahahaha!"
The Lord of Change avoided the erosion of the plague's poison and transformed into a huge black crow, squatting on a towering dead tree, laughing wantonly.
No clue at all.
He witnessed the clownish behavior of a Chaos God with his own eyes.
Such a dramatic scene made the God of Chaos very happy, and even the wounds caused by the previous beating were not so painful anymore.
The Lord of Change recorded this scene and compiled it into an epic story with both pictures and text, which was vivid and embellished.
That book will be placed in a secret library and become eternal knowledge throughout the galaxy.
The story of the Lord of Plague, the Goddess of Life, and the Savior will be passed down forever.
He projected his masterpiece for everyone to admire.
Such a murderous and heartbreaking act made the Lord of Plague even more defenseless and even extremely hateful.
But the Lord of Change does not care. Due to the conflict between their powers, they are irreconcilable enemies.
All in all, this war was worth fighting.
He participated in guiding and gained more chaotic and disordered evil energy.
Everything is going as planned.
The only thing he hadn't predicted was getting beaten up, but that was part of the plan and nothing serious.
anyway.
He has participated in changing the future, and these changes will become part of the power of the Crystal Maze.
"I am the ultimate beneficiary of this war!"
The Lord of Change thought so, and the essences harmed by the Lord of Plague would be compensated and become even more powerful.
He sensed the surge of blood.
The God of War also became more powerful. War and killing are the sources of his energy. War with powerful beings can bring him amazing benefits.
The dramatic transformation is not over yet, the garden of plague is not yet ablaze.
The Lord of Change noticed more changes.
The God of Mischief wanted to laugh when He thought about what would happen next.
Quack quack quack!
The pitch-black crow laughed wildly toward the sky, its voice filled with extreme sarcasm.
However, He disappeared with a creaking sound in the middle of His laughter, and His black feathers fell.
The Lord of Change was knocked away by the foul-smelling wooden spoon thrown by the Lord of Plague, suffering more damage.
The other side.
The Blood God ended his brief rest and launched a new offensive.
They must seize more power and souls to completely weaken the power of the Lord of Plague!
——
Gardens of Nurgle, Deadwood area.
The Empire's army is advancing at high speed, planning to leave Nurgle Garden along the same route and then return to the real universe through the Chaos Network node.
The Imperial Regent held the Emperor's Sword in his hand, his resolute face full of vigilance, guarding against attacks that could come at any time.
He glanced at the Savior and the Goddess of Life beside him and frowned.
The alien god was about to stick to his brother, as if he was telling him something.
This is not a good thing.
Perhaps, I should remind that brother to prevent him from falling into deception and traps.
After all, the gods of the subspace are best at playing with people's hearts.
"Cough~"
Guilliman coughed softly and tried to say something.
"Lao Ji, are you feeling unwell?"
Ron looked up from his conversation with Aisha and said with concern, "It just so happens that I got the healing medicine prepared by the Goddess of Life. It should be able to relieve the toxins in your body."
He used his psychic power to send over a bottle of slightly green potion, which exuded a strong breath of life.
Guilliman looked at the potion in front of him, hesitant.
But under the savior's expectant gaze, he still drank it. After all, this was a potion that his brother had checked.
After drinking the potion.
Guilliman found that the toxin damage in his body was recovering, his body became more relaxed, and the pain almost disappeared.
This is the power of the Goddess of Life.
The rotten venom produced by the Fallen Phoenix is simply unable to resist the purification of life energy.
Even the damage caused by the poison of certain forbidden artifacts can be alleviated or even restored by her.
Ron smiled when he saw the Regent had recovered.
"Once we successfully leave this place, I will let the Goddess of Life completely heal your injuries."
"Thank you for your help."
Guilliman nodded and said nothing more. He decided to wait for another chance to remind the savior.
In fact, Ron didn't need any reminders at all.
He even felt that the Goddess of Life was a bit annoying.
The elf-like goddess, who was a combination of a mature woman and a lolita, had been imprisoned for so many years without even having anyone to communicate with.
Now that the person who saved him has finally arrived, he holds on tightly, being timid and fearful of losing everything.
What's more, that goddess is a top-notch saint and a white lotus.
Ron was just like a scumbag, making more promises and taking the opportunity to win the favor of the Goddess of Life and take advantage of her.
This wave has helped the Goddess of Life to keep a lot of property.
The Goddess of Life, tears streaming down her face, raised her head and asked, "Are you really willing to save my children?"
After she came out of the cage, she realized the difficult situation of the elves and that they were on the verge of destruction.
The Lord of Pleasure has set his sights on the souls of the Eldar, constantly corroding and devouring those poor souls that have not entered the Soul Stone.
The new gods of the Eldar have not yet been born, and there is no one who can protect them.
"Of course!"
Ron agreed without hesitation. The Goddess of Life had been of great help to him, and he would need her in many subsequent plans.
Anyway, just coax him first.
What's more, the cooperation between the Empire and the Eldar is itself a major trend in the galaxy. Even Evelyne, one of the leaders of the Eldar, is flirting with the Regent.
If it weren't for the elves.
Lao Ji is probably still lying dead now, and the situation in the empire will fall into an irreversible dark situation.
This is a temporary way for two races in extreme crisis to band together for warmth.
Whether they will go their separate ways, start a war or even destroy each other is a matter for the future.
Ron has no absolute ill will towards the aliens, nor does he have too many thoughts of killing them all. He just wants to conquer them.
Unless the other party refuses to surrender, he will be killed.
In his opinion, the right way is to take advantage of the opportunity to survive and develop. The strong do not mind the existence of the weak, so there will be objects to exploit.
Just don't mess around.
Moreover, there are too many enemies in the subspace, and we must first unite any forces that can be united.
What's more, there are terrifying enemies outside the galaxy who are eyeing us covetously.
The current situation of mankind seems to be improving, but the entire galaxy is rushing towards the abyss, and no one knows when the hidden deadly thunder will explode.
As Ron accepted Aisha's life artifact, he worried about the future of the galaxy.
After the Plague War, the Chaos Gods should be quiet for a while, and I must take advantage of this time to develop well.
Lay a solid foundation for the future of mankind.
"Ron..."
Suddenly, Aisha became nervous again and hugged the savior's arms, and the soft and white arms were deformed.
She had a vague premonition of crisis.
Ron was speechless.
Why is this goddess so startled? Is she taking the opportunity to take advantage of me?
He knew that he, the upright and pure "Chosen of Slaanesh", was a succubus in human form to some beings.
Even the Lord of Pleasure himself was drooling, what you can't get is always the most precious.
He even suspected that he was being manipulated by the goddess of life. Perhaps she was not a white lotus, but a pure and exquisite green tea hidden deep inside?
Who can withstand this?
At the same time.
Roan and Guilliman also detected the presence of Chaos, a presence that came from an acquaintance.
"You didn't expect that, my brother..."
Mortarion's cold voice echoed, his words tinged with uncontrollable excitement: "I'm back again, and even stronger. Perhaps I have you to thank for this."
The aura of Chaos emanating from this fallen Primarch grew stronger, and he felt that he was up to it again.
Due to the dramatic changes in the Garden of Nurgle and the escape of the Goddess of Life, the Lord of Plagues urgently needs more combat power to save everything.
Therefore, He gave the Lord of Death more grace and some power at all costs.
This far exceeds the rewards once promised.
In other words, although Mortarion lost, he received more rewards.
Now, not only has his fel energy become more violent, but he can also mobilize the power of the Garden of Nurgle, and is at the peak of his combat effectiveness.
The booming bells rang out.
"You have used up the only sacred weapon that could defeat me. You are no longer a threat."
Mortarion raised his hands high, and the witchcraft and evil energy spread. The corrupted plants in the garden grew and merged wildly, becoming terrible biological weapons.
The Nurgle demons rushed towards the army along the path swept out by the plants.
"You go first, I'll stop him!"
The Regent ignited the Emperor's Sword and rushed towards the Lord of Death, moving forward without hesitation!
The appearance of the Death Lord means the arrival of more pursuers, and the benevolent father Nurgle will certainly send out all his forces.
He must stop the pursuers for the Savior.
Boom boom boom——
Guilliman's Hand of Domination fired all the Holy Urn Bombs, covering the Death Lord, and then swung his sword to cut him down.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you!"
Ron turned around and left without the slightest hesitation. There was no point in being hesitant at this moment.
He ran towards the exit with the goddess of life, but before he had taken a few steps, there was a loud bang.
The Regent's figure flew back, creating a big hole in the ground in front of him.
"I told you, you are no match for me!"
The Death Lord floats in mid-air, ethereal vines connecting him to the Garden of Nurgle.
At this moment, he was part of the Garden of Nurgle.
For Guilliman to fight him would be to fight against the fel energies of the Garden of Nurgle, or against the very essence of Nurgle the Father.
With such a huge gap, the Primarch had no chance of winning at all.
Mortarion looked at the crowd indifferently: "Weaklings, you cannot escape from my hands. Hand over the Goddess of Life, then kneel down in submission and accept the gift of corruption!"
He turned to look at the Savior again: "Of course, you must die. This is the order of the loving father."
"Slave of Chaos, you are wishful thinking!"
The Imperial Regent climbed up and swung his sword again with difficulty.
The Death Lord easily blocked the attack and kicked it away as if it were a humiliation.
"Lao Ji...why don't you take some more drugs?"
Ron used his psychic power to help Guilliman, who was lying in front of him, covered in chaos energy and wounds, and spoke.
He wasn't too worried.
The imperial regent played steadily again, but it was just a warm-up.
"I'm fine."
Guilliman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and drank some more purifying and healing potions.
"fine?"
Mortarion sneered: "Your struggle is futile. No matter how many times you try, even your father, a dying, rotting skeleton, cannot save you.
What's more, he himself is a loser, a poor prisoner who can't even move a finger.
Perhaps one day I will go before that miserable throne, spit on his bones, and then tear them apart and trample them underfoot."
His body was filled with unparalleled power, and he taunted the Imperial Regent and the Emperor with reckless abandon.
"Motarion."
Ron suddenly shouted, looking at the Lord of Death with an inexplicable look, even with a hint of pity.
Mortarion remained arrogant, and the look in his eyes infuriated him: "Savior, you bluffer, are you so eager to die?"
"Well, I just want to remind you that your father can hear you cursing like that."
"What?!"
Mortarion was visibly panicking.
The heart of this fallen Primarch is more fragile than imagined. He has never been able to escape the authority of his father, whether it was his alien adoptive father, the Emperor, or now his loving father Nurgle.
He always obeyed his father's orders, but he was unwilling to admit it in his heart.
The most important reason why the Fallen Primarch betrayed the Emperor was that when he was in Nurgle's corruption trap and illusion, the Emperor did not save him as he did before.
The Fallen Primarch felt that the Emperor had abandoned his son.
For the lives of the Death Guard, he accepted the corruption of the plague in despair and found a new father.
"So what if he heard it? The fake emperor is nothing but a pile of dry bones."
Mortarion was stunned for a moment, then felt humiliated. He said in a timid tone, "He can't do anything, and he can't save anyone!"
"You're wrong."
Guilliman slowly raised his head, his armor humming as the mysterious machinery inside began to accelerate its energy supply.
Pure white energy shone in the imperial regent's eyes, the plague venom in his body was burned away, and his heart began to supply fresh blood.
The Armor of Fate was also changing, repairing itself in incredible ways, its cables reconnecting and its decorations becoming brighter.
The entire armor was emitting golden light.
Bang——
A pillar of light rose from the rotting ground.
The Imperial Regent floated in it, two pairs of white wings grew out, and the Emperor's sword ignited with the brilliance of the sun in his hand.
"The Father spoke to me and gave me strength."
Guilliman looked at Mortarion. "Did he say nothing to you, my fallen brother?"
The cursed light was so blinding that Mortarion raised his hand to shield his eyes. His voice trembled, "Father?"
At this moment, the fallen Primarch was like a child who had committed an unforgivable sin.
Guilliman's voice was filled with authority:
"I am his son, his champion, I am the son of vengeance, I wield his power."
Ron looked at Guilliman with all the special effects turned on, quite excited. "Here he comes! A classic scene. Shouldn't the fire be lit?"
Just as he thought, the Emperor possessed Guilliman at the critical moment.
With this force, the surrounding land began to churn.
"Impossible, why is he here?!"
Inside the Black Fortress, the struggle between several Chaos Gods suddenly stopped. Three small windows opened, and those beings peeked out through the windows.
They were all a little nervous.
If the Emperor's power could appear openly in the realm of Chaos, it would be a threat.
"Forgive me, dear father..."
Mortarion retreated in fear, the Fallen Primarch too timid to confront the being.
"You traitor!"
Guilliman approached, step by step, and spoke in an unnatural voice: "You destroyed everything that could have been achieved, but you are but a victim of a monster. My father said you could return.
But I will not forgive your behavior."
"Listen..."
Guilliman's voice roared, and the flames on his sword grew stronger, burning the air. "I am Robouti Guilliman, the last loyal heir of the Emperor, and I will destroy all enemies of humanity!"
He gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly in both hands, raised it high, and waves of fire continued to rise.
The sun-like fire wave devoured everything in its path, burning away the surrounding corruption and filth, and the Nurgle demons died in their wails.
"This is not right..."
Ron frowned as he looked at Guilliman in the distance. "Didn't he say he was going to burn the garden? Why is the fire so small? It's about the same as the Tsar's, maybe even weaker?"
Could it be that the sacred tower in the Savior's territory was too powerful, making the Emperor weak?
That's impossible.
The emperor was very angry before.
Ron was confused, and after investigating for a while, he finally understood.
It turns out that the Emperor did not possess Guilliman, but instead bestowed a large number of blessings, similar to the blessings that the Plague Lord bestowed on Mortarion.
Gives strength and power.
Bang bang bang!
The small windows of the Black Fortress closed one after another, and the Chaos Evil Gods discovered the truth and were no longer worried.
It's not a big problem, they can continue fighting, and the vortex of evil energy appears again.
In the burning dead wood forest.
"You cannot escape!" Guilliman swung his sword and cut off the Death Lord's rotten wings, then chopped off the opponent's head.
However, the attack was blocked.
Before the window of the Black Fortress closed, Father Nurgle gave the Death Lord another dose of power, saving him from death in the attack of the Imperial Regent.
But this is the limit.
"He didn't come, so you can't kill me!"
Mortarion struggled to resist Guilliman's attack, still stubborn: "I said, he is just a pathetic prisoner, he can't move!"
As long as the fake emperor doesn't come, everything will be fine.
While the two Primarchs were fighting.
Ron led the core troops to escort the Goddess of Life to evacuate from the Garden of Nurgle, gradually approaching the outskirts of the garden.
He was a little confused: "Isn't the Emperor very anxious? Will the Garden of Nurgle be burned?
Or is it that there is a greater threat and he must retain his strength..."
After all, whether it is possessing Lao Ji's Burning Garden or descending through the sacred core of the Savior's territory, it requires a huge amount of energy.
And it's a one-time thing.
After thinking about all this, Ron couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Now that the Emperor has not chosen to possess, we will have to rely on the Sacred Core, but we don't know if it will work.
Although that thing is feasible in theory, it has never been actually used in practice.
He also instructed Carter and other Thunder Guard Champions to guard the sacred core and ensure its safety.
The sacred core is the last trump card for these people.
As soon as Ron finished the call, he felt a familiar and terrifying aura.
Lord of Joy!
The pervert who controls depravity, lust, shamelessness and indulgence cast his eyes over here, not hiding his greed at all.
"I guessed right!"
Ron frowned and stood in front of the trembling Goddess of Life: "Slaanesh is really still determined to take the Goddess of Life back."
But the next moment, he froze.
Because all the eyes of the Lord of Pleasure were focused on him, he was almost drooling.
Oh no, He is coming for me!
Ron quickly gave the order: "Activate the sacred core, now, immediately!"
Now I am in the warp. If I am caught by the Lord of Pleasure, I will be whipped along with the Goddess of Life or Fulgrim.
However, something went wrong with the activation of the sacred core.
Perhaps it was the corrosion of the plague energy, or perhaps the machine soul was unhappy, and it could not be ignited.
"Okay, okay, you're messing with my mentality, right?"
Ron was numb.
He looked up and saw the naked Emperor in mid-air with muscular body