He fixed his gaze on the real universe, the place where the Bloodthirster had returned, and the Blood God, lying back on his Skull Throne, whispered, "An interesting idea."
The moment the god's gaze descended, Blazkowicz sensed it.
He narrowed his eyes, looking towards the Battle Moon's location, where two Bloodthirster bombs had already detonated.
And deeper in the Warp, beside the Soul Forge, a demigod witnessed a burst of inspiration: demonic power being utilized by mortals.
Just as he was about to investigate, he acutely sensed the Doom Slayer nearby.
He immediately stopped, turning without hesitation, and returned to his abode.
The Rangdan Overlord was unaware of the changes in reality and the Warp; it was currently insane!
Creatures swept by the red shockwave were now utterly mad, with only one thought in their minds—kill!
The demonic weapons had infected all life; the Battle Moon's Warp jump halted abruptly, and the Rangdan in the control room were attacking each other.
Their eyes were devoid of reason, filled only with the blood-red of slaughter and bloodshed.
There were no ranged weapons, only brutal close-quarters combat, every blade drawing blood, every sword piercing hearts.
Only flowing blood could satisfy the surging desire for slaughter within them.
Blades, teeth, limbs—anything that could make others bleed was put to use.
What mission? What order?
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The Rangdan, being mentally sensitive, were deeply immersed and unable to extricate themselves; the bloodthirsty desire made their brains tremble wildly.
The servants, who were attacking each other, received a psychic signal from their "Overlord"—Kill!
There were no screams or wails; only bloodthirsty, furious howls filled the Battle Moon.
Within the chaotic war fortress, the artificial intelligence core glowed blood-red, its computational core receiving massive amounts of kill commands.
After a brief shutdown, it quickly reconfigured its command logic, redirecting automated weapons to fire upon the servant armies.
The Rangdan were supreme; any life attacking the Rangdan should be eliminated.
The entire Battle Moon was in chaos; Rangdan were killing, xenos were killing, humans were killing, and the artificial intelligence was killing.
"Mmm~ powerful!" The Blood God in the Warp let out a pleased growl, his mouth widening.
Meaningless slaughter, pure bloodshed and violence, brought the Blood God great joy.
He opened his maw wide, bestowing blessings upon the land of slaughter.
Thus, within the two Battle Moons, slaughter spread like a plague, offering a more savage performance to the Blood God.
Within the affected area, only the Custodes and Doom Slayers remained unaffected.
Their wills were too firm; the eruption of a mere Bloodthirster was insufficient to sway them.
"These weapons should be used sparingly," Odysseus warned via comms, looking at the ecological city.
Below, it had devolved into a hellish scene; slaughter was everywhere, with every creature killing for the sake of killing.
With the excessive slaughter and flowing blood, the artificial river became a river of blood, and even Khorne Daemons began to appear.
But as soon as a Daemon looked up and saw the Doom Slayers flying in the sky, it immediately submerged into the river of blood and vanished.
"If not for the urgent situation and the enemies being xenos, the Gene-Father would never use these filthy things," Khebril explained.
He knew all too well the power of demonic weapons.
"You understand the dangers; you must safeguard these weapons," Odysseus expressed another concern, "Ensure they never appear in human wars."
"We naturally understand," Khebril nodded solemnly.
The demonic armory was heavily guarded, with numerous automated weapons on the outside and Doom Slayers and Psyker Masters inside.
Even at the last moment, the armory's dimensional existence would collapse, sending it into another dimension.
Even the exact location of the armory was known to few on the Royal Majesty, making a leak impossible.
Without interference, the boarding party advanced unimpeded, landing deep within the city.
"Set the second bomb," Khebril gestured to his brothers to set the Nurgle bomb, completing their final mission.
The Nurgle bomb's detonation would destroy the entire Battle Moon.
"Is it safe?" Captain Odysseus asked.
The previous demonic weapon had left a deep impression on him: "The Morse Solar System will surely be rebuilt after the war; this weapon must have no lasting effects."
"Absolutely no lasting effects," Khebril brought up a data projection, "The corrosive energy will fully decay after detonation, with no residue whatsoever."
"That's good; long-term contamination must be prevented." Odysseus nodded; he was very concerned about lingering effects.
The power of demonic weapons lay not just in their immediate impact, but in their lingering poison for future generations.
If not cleansed, the effects of the previous slaughter could spread throughout the entire star system.
"Deployment complete; the bomb will detonate in thirty seconds." The Doom Slayer set the timer, and the two Nurgle bombs would detonate simultaneously.
"Custodes, we can leave now." Khebril activated his teleportation lasso, making the most direct gesture.
As one of the mission leaders, he had to set an example.
The teleportation light immediately flared, and Khebril vanished before everyone, returning to the scout ship's teleportation point.
Odysseus nodded, taking a deep look at the cloth-covered canister, then activated his teleportation lasso and departed.
As large swathes of teleportation light flared, all the Custodes left the Battle Moon.
The last Doom Slayer walked forward silently, pulling off the black cloth to reveal the Great Unclean One within.
"Behave," he warned the Daemon, "If you aren't detonated, the next time I summon you, I will personally kill you."
The Great Unclean One's rotten flesh jiggled, its body shivered, and its corpulent form trembled as it barely managed to raise a putrid forelimb in submission: "I will absolutely obey orders!"
The Doom Slayer was noncommittal, opening his teleportation lasso with five seconds left on the countdown.
The Great Unclean One opened its wide maw, every pustule on its body leaping with joy, and maggots wriggled excitedly: "May we never meet again."
"Hmph," the Doom Slayer sneered, returning to the scout ship.
Watching the Doom Slayer leave, the Great Unclean One slumped in the canister, letting out its happiest laugh—it could finally return to the embrace of its Benevolent Father.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" It spread its arms, and runes spewed green lightning, absorbing demonic power.
The Great Unclean One's form was shrinking, eager to fulfill its mission: "Come, come."
Finally, a sickly green sphere floated within the canister, glowing brightly with the runes.
Buzz~
The Daemon's eruption was silent; a sickly green circular shockwave burst forth, the Great Unclean One's power destined to end the Battle Moon.
Unlike the penetrating blast of the Bloodthirster, the Great Unclean One's effect was an "integration."
Nurgle's demonic essence erupted, then fused with the steel and bones of the Battle Moon.
Time magic combined with Nurgle's corruption; wherever the sickly green shockwave spread, the Battle Moon underwent terrifying changes.
"Eh?" Nurgle, sitting in his garden, looked up in surprise, the ladle stirring his cauldron briefly pausing as he patted his belly with a pleased expression.
"How interesting." The God of Corruption exhaled a cloud of foul air, reclaiming the Great Unclean One.
The joyous laughter in Nurgle's garden was ceaseless, happy Nurglelings watching their Benevolent Father's actions.
The Great Unclean One, just returned from the real universe, saw himself appear before his Benevolent Father and was so moved that tears streamed down his face, crying like a child.
Nurgle scooped a ladle of broth from the cauldron and put it into its mouth, saying in a swollen, benevolent voice, "You have a new name—Rustblight."
The demonic weapon's detonation had given Nurgle inspiration, creating an entirely new Great Unclean One.
Representing the end of steel as time passed.
Drinking the Benevolent Father's gift, the Great Unclean One's body swelled dramatically, its sickly green color changing to the yellow-rust of oxidized steel.
In its hand appeared a rusty pipe wrench, its exclusive weapon.
The Great Daemon was countless times more powerful, no longer an obscure entity, but a true Great Daemon personally named by the Benevolent Father.
"Beloved Father," Rustblight bowed its head, feeling the Benevolent Father's loving caress.
"Do you wish for revenge?" Nurgle smiled warmly, proud of the birth of the new plague.
"No! No! No!" Rustblight said no three times, trembling and leaning against Nurgle's body: "I don't want revenge."
Even with its new metamorphosis, Rustblight still dared not seek revenge against the Doom Slayer.
"My child, you have attained enlightenment." Nurgle did not reprimand the Great Daemon's cowardice; instead, he smiled even more benevolently, his swollen hand continuously stroking Rustblight's head.
"After the trial, you understood the preciousness of life, and that makes me very pleased."
"To be alive, how wonderful." Rustblight's rusty yellow pus-tears streamed down, as it reformed itself anew as a Daemon.
In Nurgle's garden, a scene of filial piety unfolded, with Daemons laughing joyously, but in the real universe, the Battle Moon presented a different scene.
Time magic propelled Nurgle's corruption, decaying and killing all objects it touched, reducing them to dust.
The bio-armor gradually aged, its functions going offline, heading towards an inevitable decline amidst the slaughter.