Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

And in that decadent and rotten garden, a crying fat man was complaining to his loving father.

"I...I originally...I originally wanted to..."

"Oh, kid, speak slowly and don't be too hasty."

The loving father stopped what he was doing and poured a cup of bubbling soup from the swamp.

"Thank you, loving father..."

The crying demon took a sip, sniffed his nose and phlegm, and told his kind father what had just happened bit by bit in his maggot-infested throat.

He was attracted by the despair on a planet. He was suffering from the lack of ritual formations and followers, and was unable to save the working people on the planet and give them the gifts of a loving father.

But as the old saying goes, flies don't bite seamless eggs.

A ritual circle appeared on that planet that summoned him, filled with garbage and corruption that made him feel comfortable.

Nurgle Demon - Cerebral Thrombosis, how could he waste this good opportunity? Without saying a word, he rushed forward with his brothers and sisters.

After seven days of gifts and improvements, they have been able to bring life back to this war-torn planet.

The people on the street were all happy and vomiting spit after spit at their kindness and kindness.

A state of vitality and all things competing is still before our eyes.

But at this moment, their connection to the subspace was blocked, and two powerful men took action at the same time. From the cloudy eyes of Cerebral Thrombosis, one could see that the planet was shrouded in a pink lustful shadow and a majestic, cold golden sun.

He thought it was someone from Slaanesh who came to say hello, put on a corrupt banquet to welcome the guests, and prepared to discuss how to drive away the annoying sun.

But who knew, it would be fine if the people of Slaanesh didn't help him, and they would bully them with that annoying guy from the God-Emperor.

Cut off from the power of the subspace, even though they fought bloody battles to protect the people on the planet who were oppressed by the empire, they were still unable to defeat the four hands with their fists.

He was also smashed into pieces by a punch and banished to the subspace.

After hearing the cry of the great demon Cerebral Thrombosis, Nurgle became dissatisfied with Slaanesh and vowed to take him to find an explanation.

"Aisha, wait for me at home while I go out."

Elsa took Nurgle's cooking apron and said, "Come back soon."

"Okay okay."

Nurgle nodded gently to Elsa, put the Great Demon Cerebral Thrombus into his stomach bag, and floated towards the place where Slaanesh was staying.

Knocking gently on the door of Slaanesh's fortress, Nurgle's next door has not been clean since Slaanesh and Khorne fought against each other.

He also expressed his dissatisfaction to the two neighbors and made elaborate gifts for them. It's a pity that neither of these two bastards appreciated it, so they beat him up.

When Nurgle thought of this, he felt that he no longer needed to be polite. He punched hard and knocked open the door of Slaanesh's fortress.

"Hey! You witch! Why are you bullying my heirs? And you are helping the nuisance!"

Slaanesh had long known that Nurgle was coming, so she was prepared to disperse the stench created by Nurgle with her hands, and apologized to Nurgle.

"I'm sorry, but you can't blame me. My people have already established a foothold on the planet. It was your heir who took my territory. I taught him a lesson and helped him understand the rules."

"Is that so?"

Nurgle obviously didn't believe it, but since Slaanesh apologized to him for the first time in more than ten thousand years, he didn't have an attack. He sat on the sofa prepared for him by Slaanesh and took out the cerebral blood clot.

"But no matter what, we have rules. Fighting between children is resolved by the children. As parents, we are somewhat shameless in taking action..."

Listening to Nurgle preaching like an elder, Slaanesh sneered. Only Nurgle, a fool whose brain was soaked in snot, would do such childish things in his family.

"My child was beaten by your child. I didn't ask for much, so I just drank this bowl of soup. Everyone pretended that nothing happened."

Not knowing where he took it out from, Nurgle handed a bowl of yellow-green soup to Slaanesh.

"Of course you can ask someone else to drink it, but it has to be drank anyway. Don't even think about throwing it away. I will know what happened."

"What is this?"

"The essence of my crucible for more than ten thousand years is mixed with a little bit of my gastric juice."

Slaanesh's face was even uglier. Let alone a big demon, this thing would make her uncomfortable for a hundred years even if she drank it.

Seeing the bitterness on Slaanesh's face, Nurgle nodded with satisfaction and left with the cerebral thrombosis.

Slaanesh held her nose and told her men to throw the doorknob, the floor tiles, and the sofa that Nurgle had touched onto Khorne's head.

He wrapped Lao Tang with subspace energy and returned to the Memeril Nest.

Lin Fan was immersed in reading the documents and reports when he felt the shadow of Slaanesh coming out from behind.

"Yo, dear you..."

Before he finished speaking, a large bowl of old soup was thrust into Lin Fan's face, "Drink quickly! I can't think of anyone else who can drink this besides you."

"Ugh! Goo, goo, goo, goo!"

Lin Fan subconsciously stuck out his tongue, wrinkled his face and asked Slaanesh what it was.

"This is the old soup scraped from Nurgle's cauldron..."

As soon as he said these words, Lin Fan immediately felt nauseated. He covered his mouth and was about to spit it out, but was tightly covered by Slaanesh.

"Don't spit it out. If you spit it out a little, this planet will really be hopeless!"

When Lin Fan heard this, he had to suppress his nausea. It took him a while to calm down, and he gently touched Slaanesh's hand to signal her to stop covering it.

"Oh my God...it tastes like canned herring..."

"What are canned herrings?"

"Stop asking..."

Lin Fan walked to the corner, where Judge Omar, who had been frightened crazy by the Slaanesh projection, was holding his head and spouting nonsense.

"It's better that you come out more slowly next time. I'm in the house this time. If I'm outside and you show up like this, the whole planet will rebel again."

"Hehe~ This is an urgent matter, isn't it? I can make you an accessory so that you can see me every day."

Seeing the cute look of Slaanesh sticking out her tongue, Lin Fan couldn't bear to scold her too harshly, so he just slapped Omar on the head to wake him up.

"Hoo! Hoo! The God Emperor is on top! The throne is on top!" Omar looked frightened. He didn't even dare to look at Lin Fan and just buried his head in the corner.

Lin Fan quietly waved to Slaanesh and told her to go and work on it first, not to worry about the accessories.

"Judge Omar, even if you don't believe me, you must believe in the Emperor, right?"

"Could the Emperor be a heretic too?"

"Ok?"

Omar realized that his words were too dangerous and quickly covered his mouth, "I don't know anything. I swear to the emperor and the throne that I will never reveal the secret even if I die."

"It's okay. Even if you leak it, no one will believe you."

Lin Fan didn't care. His experiences were compiled into a book, and absolutely no one would believe it.

He fell in love with Slaanesh, survived being stabbed by Khorne, and now still has Nurgle's soup in his belly.

All he needs to do is get something from Tzeentch, and he can be the chosen one among the Four Gods.

"How is our reconstruction work for the hive city going now?"

Speaking of work, Omar was helped up by Lin Fan and sat on a chair, telling him about the current situation of the hive city.

"We obtained a large amount of food from...the rift of Slaanesh, and after...Nurgle's transformation and the Emperor's purification, this barren planet with only minerals miraculously recovered naturally."

"Before, this planet could only produce minerals, but it is unimaginable that it can produce nuclear radiation sickness after the war. We have trained a group of people to cultivate the forests and wetlands outside the hive city."

"The significance of a large amount of food is extraordinary. According to your wishes, we distributed basic food and also formulated labor points. The residents' enthusiasm for construction is high."

"As for the direction of faith, people now surround themselves with the saint. Daily radio and song broadcasts make the people less restless."

"...This planet is starting to get on the right track. Although we are missing the factory area that produces heavy equipment, at least people will not starve to death in a short period of time. There will be no problem in holding on until the arrival of the tax fleet."

Omar looked up at Lin Fan and finished his report, but he still had his own questions.

"In the past, the empire would not manage a religious world like this... But why do you want to do this? Just to survive for a few more people? You know, even if 150 billion people die, it will not be enough for the empire. It’s as insignificant as losing a hair.”

Lin Fan knew what Omar was wondering about. This inquisitor who was born from the empire's high-pressure religious regime had never seen such a moderate policy.

Sufficient food rations, work points, and even the spiritual and civilized lives of the people were taken into consideration.

Although it is very crude, at least it is there.

For rulers who came from the empire, this was a waste of financial resources. After all, the empire never lacked people. People were always waiting for equipment, not equipment waiting for people.

Lin Fan patted Omar's shoulder gently and motioned for him to go for a walk with him, "Do you know why some people choose to fall? Why would they choose to betray the empire and join Chaos?"

"Because their faith in the Emperor is not firm, they have a weak soul."

"Empty words!"

Lin Fan pointed at the city area that was being cleared away bit by bit, "If we hadn't brought the food here, this place would have turned into a hell on earth long ago. Talk about being emperor or not, having faith or not, are all empty talk. Human beings We need to eat and fill our stomachs. How can we develop our spiritual world if we are not even satisfied with the most basic survival?"

"For a poor man who doesn't have enough to eat and whose life is threatened. There is no difference between Chaos and the Empire for him, and when the evil god promises power and a future in your ear, you have no choice. "

"If we really want to eradicate the cult, we must at least let the people live like human beings. It's a pity that few people still remember this."

Omar sighed, "This sounds difficult...there are powerful enemies outside and traitors inside..."

"The more difficult it is, the more difficult it is to do it. We choose to change the empire, not because it is easy, but because it is difficult. My dear, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

"If we fail, and we fail to do this, then in the long run there will be no difference between us and the death-hungry Krieg."

"Oh, by the way, one more thing. Ask the Krieg Corps to build a toilet and build it to the highest defense standards. I'm going to have a stomachache and maybe some demons will come out..."

There are quite a lot of stories about Warhammer and ponies abroad. Maybe it’s the contrast between cruelty and beauty that is particularly attractive. I remember I once read the story of Thousand Sons and Ponies.