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The plague war has made everyone in the five hundred worlds of Alteramar feel insecure, and no one would agree to bring these pathogens, which may carry the most terrifying viruses, to their own planet.
In addition, there was also the fear that the Nurgle plague would spread under the guise of transport ships, making it impossible to prevent—
When people are discriminated against and abused to the point of no return, the Nurgle plague cult will take the opportunity to win people's hearts and minds, and drag everyone into this shared fate of destruction under the guise of the patients' revenge on the healthy.
Therefore, their fate seems to be sealed—either the human angels defeat the evil warp creatures and Alteramar returns to paradise.
Either the evil creatures completely breach their defenses, and all the Pamenio people perish here.
And looking at the crowds fleeing during the chaos in the city... they were shouting "The Emperor is dead!" It seems that what they said is true; the Emperor is indeed...
Despair enveloped everyone's thoughts.
This is exactly the situation that the Nurgle forces want to see—they want a human empire filled with despair, death, and decay, a world that would still be lifeless even without the plague.
"Hehehe, it's raining!"
But he, a little boy who was also pale and thin, took a step toward that goal.
"My son! Paul, come back!"
The mother desperately tried to stop her precious child, but she was not as quick as she had expected.
The emperor's angels once said that the world's rainwater had long been polluted due to the release of toxic gases. Rainwater containing corrosive substances and germs must be avoided from getting wet or drinking, otherwise, more serious health problems would occur.
"I'm fine!"
Children's senses are more sensitive than those of most people—especially since adults have become numb from long-term suffering.
Just as he stepped into the front of the crowd, countless tiny water droplets splashed up behind him—surrounded by these droplets, he happily skipped along the stone path, passing through one lifeless shed after another.
The lush green leaves, a symbol of life, are now growing freely in the rain.
"This rain is different!"
"I'm cured! All those filthy things seem to have disappeared! Our world is saved!"
"My body doesn't hurt anymore!"
"It's a sun shower! The sun is finally out in the sky!"
......
rain.
Back when humans were still farming on the land of Terra, it was the key to the Nima—symbolizing the year's harvest and the very foundation upon which humanity depended for survival.
But rain doesn't come all the time.
When drought or flood strikes, desperate people will build temples to so-called gods in order to pray for their mercy.
But no matter how many sacrifices are performed, or how devout the believers and nobles preside over them, nothing will change.
Gods never grant human prayers.
We must save ourselves.
Whether it's artificial precipitation or ocean desalination, people must solve the problem themselves, even if their thinking is foolish and inefficient.
But if even the belief in oneself is lost, then humanity will forever be forced to kneel and pray in corrupt and stagnant temples, pleading with a great being to deliver them from eternal torment.
He firmly believed that from then on, people would no longer turn to gods or some otherworldly rulers for the unknown and superstitions—whether it be a dragon king, an emperor, or a benevolent father, the result would be the same.
There are no emperors in the heavens, nor dragon kings on earth.
Humanity, through its own efforts, regained rain.
......
The plague war ended with a complete victory for humanity.
Shortly after the Nurgle army on Parmenion thought they had defeated the Emperor, they spontaneously combusted and eventually disappeared as if punished by the Emperor. The entire world, and even many planets that had been conquered by the Nurgle and turned into demon worlds, were rekindled with golden-red flames.
Countless Nurgle demons, plague zombies, and their vile, venomous swamp colonies vanished completely under the scorching heat of an unknown flame.
The rotting legion vanished completely, leaving only the commander of the Death Guard, who, with his remaining men who were not yet completely charred, fled to the Eye of Terror aboard a ship that was now infinitely cleaner.
As for the remaining Nurgle demons, and the corruption they left behind, they were all cleansed up in the flames.
Meanwhile, Mathieu, who had gone to the swamp to destroy the great demon Kugas and its Plague Cauldron, also perfectly completed his mission.
Protected by the burning flames, Mathieu used his last bit of strength to throw the cookie in his hand at the bubbling giant cauldron—but to everyone's surprise, the Nurgle artifact, which had been through countless battles and refined countless poisons and filth, shattered completely and turned to dust under the touch of this cookie!
That's terrifying, Aqua Duna.
She accomplished what even Nurgle himself couldn't do.
......
There are many different theories about why the Nurgle demons would burn for no reason.
The Imperial Church insists that this is the result of the Emperor's divine intervention, while the Ultramarines attribute it to Mathieu's destruction of the Plague Cauldron, which in turn destroyed the nourishment the demons depended on for survival.
Another widely circulated folk tale says that the emperor used his own avatar as bait to enter the enemy's core territory, and then detonated the entire demon realm at the cost of self-destruction.
It is said that Nurgle's garden, which he had painstakingly cultivated for countless years, was completely burned to ashes in the Emperor's flames, and even the Chaos God himself was greatly weakened by that attack.
Whether it was the demons under His command or the legions He was so proud of, they were all burned to ashes in that one devastating explosion, never to be heard of again.
As for the Warp Gods' reaction to Nurgle's weakness, they were like hyenas smelling blood, all trying to get a piece of the pie.
While no one was paying attention, a fierce multi-party war for authority, power, and spheres of influence broke out once again in the armies of the Chaos Gods in the Warp.
Their entire fortune was completely destroyed.
Compared to the crushing defeat ten thousand years ago, this failure is enough to make Him bid farewell to the stage of supremacy forever.
Of course, no one would know that this statement originated from book number 9999 on the ninth shelf of the ninth archive of the Pamenio Library.
"It's time to get going."
After burning down Nurgle Gardens, Casca now feels incredibly refreshed.
It's like popping a giant herpes sore and finally healing—it's a bit disgusting, but deep down you feel a secret thrill.
After completing his evolution in Nurgle Garden, all the cracks on his body have disappeared—you could even say that he no longer has a body. He is now more like a warp creature, and his body has to be restored by psionic flames.
The advantage, however, is that Casgar can now finally maintain his body without relying on armor.
He had always felt like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment—if it weren't for the stability provided by the Doraemon armor, his body would have already exploded in the real universe, creating a second Eye of Fear.
Now he can freely use the fire elemental power in his hands, and he is confident that if he encounters Magnus again, he can defeat him with his own methods this time.
Purified by the flames, Pamenio has shaken off the gloom that once shrouded him.
The world returned to its former peace.
The roaring mechanical giants of the Mechanical Church began to churn out materials and parts once again in order to build new structures.
In this world that has survived the catastrophe, smiles are now everywhere.
Except for Aqua.
She seemed a little unhappy.
She originally thought that with a second life she would once again display her unparalleled swordsmanship on the battlefield, but in the end it seemed that the angle from which she attacked was more like that of a... chef?
Of course, a better title is pharmacist.
Because apart from Aqua herself, no one thought what she was making was food.
But it works very well.
Even in a single experiment, Kasgar had the Inquisition bind and summon a Nurgle demon host, and after the host confidently asserted that his body could withstand any poison, he was completely purified by Aqua's food—leaving not even a trace behind.
The countless experiments that followed only proved one terrifying point—when it comes to poison-making techniques... Aqua might be the real Nurgle.
Poor cooking skills are just an excuse for others not recognizing one's potential!
The Fake Plague: A poison that must be injected, while also ensuring...
The real plague: whoever eats it will die.
"You've finally come out now, Mortalian."
Besides being able to create real "divine plagues," Aqua also serves to lure out snakes from their holes.
The Primarch Mortalian, who had been lurking in Parmenion for who knows how long, finally made his appearance at this moment.
His research into numerology has given him a kind of ability that is similar to prophecy and invisibility.
He can calculate the optimal distance between himself and others, thus achieving the ability to completely disappear from sight.
Although he still deeply dislikes psychic powers, the power of mathematics has granted him some formidable abilities—the ability to praise mathematics!
His entire legion has betrayed him, and unfortunately, because of this, coupled with the fact that he has not appeared in people's sight for ten thousand years, he is still classified as a traitor in the current records of the empire.
He was a traitor who failed in his military command and fled to avoid punishment.
Even though he was the one who was kicked out, history is just that merciless.
Poor Mortalian.
"That's perfect, I'll give you the job of a bird fortune teller."
With Primarch-level computing power, coupled with the enhancement of numerology, he would have virtually no rivals if he were to lead the Voidship Naval War.
Under Mortalian's command, eleven out of ten shots will hit the target.
"Now that we have assisted Ultramarines Chapter Master Kargar in dealing with the threat of the Hive Fleet, we can head straight for Holy Terra!"
According to Kasgar, he received a secret order from the Emperor—the High Lord Council, especially High Lord Vandir of the Ministry of the Interior, has become corrupt. The Empire is now beset by internal and external troubles, with Xenomorphs and Chaos forces running rampant, and the Empire is in dire straits.
The High Lords are no longer able to fulfill the sacred mission entrusted to them by the Emperor. Therefore, Charlotte, the Prince of the Phoenix, will serve as the new Imperial Regent, wielding all power over the Empire!
As the one who was possessed by the Emperor in front of everyone and ultimately annihilated Nurgle, his words earned the trust of the Ultramarines and the Imperial Church.
Without his efforts, the entire Altramor would have become a chaotic hellhole!
"And you, the one clinging to Company Commander Katoscarius!" Kasga yanked the little girl who was playing with the company commander's broom-like hair off. "You're coming with me too!"
"do not want!"
"I! Don't! Want! It!"
She's a little girl... Pshaw, Guilliman knows all too well why Casca wanted to bring him along!
Isn't it all so that he can keep helping the other party organize documents and become a tool that's locked in the office all day long?
Just thinking about the millions of documents piling up in the world reports that would result from the shutdown of the Ministry of the Interior...
He has been tortured for seven thousand years!
Why do I have to... Guilliman felt he needed to go and fight that damn Magnus one more time right now.
"You must come together; perhaps the Emperor will have a way to lift your curse."
"Emperor...?"
Loliman felt a little guilty upon hearing the name.
As for the emperor... did he know that he "beared children"?
What would he think if he saw Guilliman being raised into Loli Man...?
"Once everything is ready, we'll set off immediately."
"As for now, I have one more thing to say." Kasga said, placing the sulking Loli Man back on the Second Company Commander's shoulder.
"I still have someone to visit."
......
Pamenio Hospital.
In the sealed room on the top floor, he looked into the ward through three layers of armored glass.
Each layer of glass is engraved with sacred symbols. These symbols, along with the surrounding machinery, resist the influence of the warp.
Mathieu occupied the only hospital bed in the room.
Medical equipment filled the space around him. He had no wounds, but there wasn't a single piece of intact flesh on his body either—all a result of illness.
He now looks more like a pile of sticks in human skin than a human being. Mathieu's few remaining locks of hair, which he was once so proud of, are now falling out and covering his pillow.
He was wearing an oxygen mask. His eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, and pus was still oozing from them.
Is he still alive?