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He remembered one thing very clearly about the "Lucius" he had met before.
After ten thousand years of silence, chaos will return once more.
A comeback...
"what!"
The workers near Casca suddenly let out a series of pitiful screams, clutching their heads as if they were experiencing some kind of terrifying hallucination—as if some horrific vision was playing out in their minds.
Under the influence of this force, some workers even began to tear at their faces with their hands, not caring that their faces were covered in blood, which looked particularly bizarre.
Cannot make a move...
Kasgar restrained himself from rushing up and setting everyone on fire to save them.
"What's going on? Get back to work!"
"I don't care about illusions or anything like that, why am I unharmed?! The Trade Lord's request has not been fulfilled, you all must be punished!"
During warp travel, especially long-distance warp jumps, unstable and chaotic situations often occur—for example, people or objects may be randomly teleported to a certain location on the ship, or situations that are not possible under the rules of physics may occur on the ship during warp travel.
Furthermore, there are these strange hallucinations that appear in the minds of the crew members, which can cause some of them to become trapped in these hallucinations and unable to extricate themselves.
In severe cases, some crew members may even go insane as a result.
This is why there are often so many fleets recruiting workers outside Starport.
But... if only it were just an illusion.
As Casca's performance of his corruption became increasingly convincing, his psychic senses suggested that something was brewing within the fleet...
"......broken."
As if to verify Casca's statement, in the next instant, one of the workers suddenly burst into a desperate and painful cry.
To everyone's astonishment, the worker's body suddenly swelled up dramatically, his originally thin frame becoming unnaturally large in the stomach.
Immediately afterwards, his body exploded, and countless mosquitoes and flies, like black mist, burst from the dead man's stomach and scattered in all directions!
What kind of monster is this?
The workers, who had never witnessed such a bizarre scene before, ignored the foreman's attempts to stop them and began desperately fleeing towards the nearest exit.
Panic and fear instantly filled the small lower deck.
Why would that be—
"Zombies! It's zombies!!!"
"My body feels so uncomfortable! Help me, help me!!"
Moreover, the explosion just now not only caused a burst of mosquitoes and flies, but also a large amount of splattered pus that caused infection.
Under the influence of the plague, many workers became plague zombies of Nurgle in the next moment, staggering to their feet and rushing towards the even more terrified mortals.
"oops!"
Kaska followed the throng of people and ran towards the exit.
At the same time, he secretly controlled his psionic power, using psionic flames to eliminate the Nurgle plague in the air without being detected as much as possible.
—Let's save as many as we can.
If it were said that the workers were allowed to be ravaged by the plague simply because they had to keep their identities hidden, Casca would not stand by and watch.
However, it now seems that even if Chaos invades, it will only result in the loss of some Nurgle zombies.
Their strength is also much less than before.
If it were just some plague zombies, the law enforcement officers on the trading ship alone could handle it.
Even if it causes some casualties, as long as it can be completely burned by high-temperature flames, the area affected by the Nurgle Plague will not be very large.
But it's never that simple.
As the workers squeezed out of the factory in Casca, I felt the crowds come to a standstill.
Looking ahead—there was a heavily armored warrior covered in pustules and venom, emitting a foul stench. Judging from the deep sound in his voice, the guy seemed to be laughing.
There's also stinky canned food.
This is going to be difficult.
For the defenseless workers, this Nurgle Space Marine was a death knell—he only needed to stand there, and soon the entire ship would be consumed by his poison and plague, leaving nothing behind.
"Damn plague-ridden pigs..."
Now that Nurgle Space Marines have appeared on the ship, Kasgar has no choice but to—
"For the Emperor! For the Lord of the Stars!!!"
The next moment, the group of purple-haired bald men charged at the enemy like the most valiant imperial warriors.
Chapter 215 My God, this is practically an emperor!
There is no concept of time and space in subspace.
When the Chaos Gods concentrate all their power on one point in time, their corresponding investment in other important points in time will be reduced to the point that it will be unable to penetrate the barriers of the real world and will be almost non-existent.
To repay the debts incurred during the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago, several Chaos Gods chose to lie dormant for nearly ten thousand years—during which time they never launched an attack, but quietly absorbed the emotional energy emanating from the human empire, gradually strengthening themselves...
However, under Guilliman's thousands of years of diligent governance, the entire empire has climbed from its original state of filth to gradually develop into a mature empire that is close to the five hundred worlds of Alteramar at the peak of the Great Expedition, faintly resembling the shadow of the emperors of the past who still walked among men.
The Empire is experiencing another resurgence: with a future full of hope, the resources the Four Gods can obtain from the real universe will become increasingly scarce...
If this continues, the power of chaos will only weaken further.
Therefore, even the Imperial Regent Guilliman himself often felt that it seemed to have gradually disappeared over a long period of time and no longer existed in the world.
In desperation, the four Chaos Gods chose to join forces once again. During one of Guilliman's personal campaigns, they tore open the veil of the real world and teleported the Primarch Magnus, or even a intact Magnus that was not shattered into pieces as in the original story, to Guilliman.
Guilliman had intended to use this opportunity to eliminate the traitor for the Empire, but—
I've never played it.
Clearly, Guilliman was no match for his opponent. After being stabbed by a dagger imbued with Tzeentch's power, Guilliman fell into a coma.
Ultimately, his body was salvaged by the Honor Guard and the Silent Sisters at the cost of near annihilation, and sealed within a static field, placed in the core area of Macragge for all to admire.
Individuals need a ticket to enter; minors get a 50% discount; group tickets are available at a discount.
......
After Guilliman's fall, the empire's system inevitably fell into decline once again.
Just as Chaos had foreseen, the despair, scheming, extravagance, and anger that had been lost in great quantities were once again being continuously and persistently transported from the decaying human empire into the Naya space, serving as sustenance to nourish and replenish them for their resurgence...
After lying dormant for another three thousand years, the forces of chaos gradually began to bare their fangs.
The Chaos Space Marines, stinking cans, that landed on the trade ships were the vanguard of spreading Necrotic corruption.
Even though the Unborn Demons cannot be teleported to the real world, the corrupted legions of Chaos during the Great Rebellion will consistently carry out the commands of their dark master.
Although each Chaos faction suffered heavy losses in the Great Rebellion, they also gained a traitorous Space Marine legion as proof for spreading corruption in the future.
—That kobold sitting on the brass throne… he was in an even worse situation.
Because he wanted so many Primarchs—Angron, Sangilius, and even Rogdorn—he ended up getting none of them.
There was neither the Primarch nor the Chaos Space Marine Legion.
It couldn't get anything at all, how pitiful!
......
As for now, in this fortieth millennium.
"Worship Him, revere Him!"
"He will lead you out of suffering and let us meet honestly in the final paradise."
Do not fear His gifts, do not reject His bounty!
The tall, obese Nurgle Space Marine, exuding a thick, miasma-like aura, let out a deep, muffled groan.
With a mournful chime from the huge, rusty bell he held in one hand, he condescendingly placed several spore-like, yellowish-green cysts of varying sizes before the trapped workers.
"If we take it, we will be brothers in a carefree garden, singing and laughing as we please, forever."
Neurgut does not have strict requirements for believers.
Anyone who can accept and withstand the blessing from the Lord of Plague himself can become a member of Nurgle.
But this does not mean that He is the best among all the chaotic gods—chaos has no concept of "good".
The emotion represented by Nurgle is despair.
In order to gather more warp energy, the plague spread by Nurgle plunges every infected person into absolute pain and fear.
Only those who possess a pathetic Stockholm syndrome amidst such filthy despair can become a member of Nurgle's Garden.
The majority of other beings, however, would be mindless Nurgle walkers, manipulated by Chaos in endless agony, living a life worse than death.
—If this situation is considered "good," then Nurgle is probably the "happiest" of all the Chaos factions.
Of course, to the Nurgle Space Marines whose perceptions were distorted, this was indeed the best existence.
In order to encourage more people to follow the great and benevolent father and abandon the hypocritical emperor, he volunteered to come to this trading ship.
However, it seems he misjudged the situation or something else, but just now he seemed to see a bright flash, like that of a cursed being, in that ignorant crowd.
Are you kidding me...?
Or did he misjudge?
"Shut up! You filthy beast!"
"Brothers and sisters, charge! For the great Lord of the Stars!!!"
Among them was a purple-haired bald man—well, Casca didn't have time to find out what this guy's name was or what position he held within the Genestealer family.
However, when the entire trade ship faced a life-or-death threat, the Genestealers did not hesitate for a moment. Grabbing guns and blades made from factory scraps and waste—ignoring the deadly venom of the Nurgle plague—they charged towards the hideous Chaos Space Marines.
These gene-stealing families appear to be well-prepared to launch a rebellion when the "Lord of the Stars" descends.
Even crudely made weapons from scrap metal could not penetrate the Plague Space Marines' tattered armor, and the Genestealers' relentless attacks on the Plague Space Marines never ceased for even a moment.
"For the Emperor!!!"
"Lord of the Stars, gaze upon me!"
"For His victory!!!"
They've gone all out, they've lost all sense of sanity!
Even their purple skin and protruding foreheads, symbols of mutants, were met with discrimination on the trade ship.
However, in order to survive, gene stealers can unleash working hours and output that are completely unimaginable to ordinary humans.
They could work tirelessly for twenty-four hours without eating or drinking, just to serve the four-armed emperor in their hearts; they could also become His most steadfast martyrs for the glory of the four-armed emperor.
Even with their best efforts, they couldn't harm the other party. They were even cut in half by the rusty giant butcher's knife before they could get close. The cunning of the Genestealer Cult seemed endless. Warriors were still rushing from the crowd of workers toward the plague cans.
In the end, the enormous Nurgle Space Marine was actually overwhelmed by a group of fearless and cunning individuals.
In the end, all that everyone could see was a small hill made up of purple-skinned mutants that was still wriggling.
Although they couldn't survive under the influence of Nurgle's plague cloud, they ultimately managed to suppress that almost shameless plague can that would heal itself quickly after being injured, using the most rudimentary method.
In addition, there was a constant stream of members of the cunning cult guarding the area, ready to fill any gaps in the defenses of the plague canned goods whenever they saw one.
The dawn of victory seems to be just ahead!
Seeing this, Kasga, who was hiding in the crowd and protecting everyone in front of him, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems I won't have to take action myself this time.
Even if these cunning individuals were poorly equipped, their unwavering will and the relentless, swarming army would overwhelm even the mighty Chaos Space Marines.
(A chaotic old farmer overturns a space warrior's car with a hoe, be like)
Regardless of whether the emperor had two or four arms, his dedication moved Casca deeply.
It would be even better if they weren't so cunning.
Casca never expected that, in this critical moment, even the Emperor's counterfeit money could be exchanged for real currency.