"My suffering children! Accept my gift!" Nurgle smiled kindly, gently pinched the dropper, and a drop of extremely clear and transparent liquid was hanging on the mouth of the dropper.

Because of the cry of the loving father, the sick Nurgle believers woke up from the sleepiness and fatigue of the high fever. They walked out of the sewers and sewage outlets where they lived to promote the teachings of the loving father to their suffering brothers and sisters.

The homeless wandering the streets who were about to starve to death, the mutants struggling to survive under the underbelly of the hive, and the slaves working hard under the powerful, they all heard the sound of the rusty bells of the Nurgle cultists.

Because of the approach of the Nurgle cultists, these people are suffering from old diseases and new diseases. The pain and bitter life are tormenting them and they cannot breathe. The towering church will not open the door to their filthy crowd.

A man succumbed to the gift of Nurgle and asked the great father to free him from the sea of ​​illness. The father readily agreed, and the desperate man acquired more diseases. The attacks and conflicts of various diseases made him His body became more and more swollen and rotten.

Although he looked very scary, when he really survived the test caused by multiple diseases, the heavy pain in his body disappeared, and only bursts of generous sharing came from the depths of his soul.

Nurgle's cultists are growing in number, rapidly expanding from the base of the hive upwards. Compared to the skull harvesting activities of the Khorne sect that does not distinguish between friend and foe, the hedonistic supremacy of the Slaanesh sect, and the emphasis on quality over quantity selection of the Tzeentch sect, the number of potential followers of Nurgle is the largest.

A loving father doesn't care who you are or whether you are useful. As long as you accept the gift from a loving father, you are a member of the family.

"For the gift of the Father! We need to transform these fallen worlds into heavenly gardens!"

The cultists swarmed the zombie-like people. They built altars with filth and began to summon more amiable gardeners to help them in their work.

Faced with the stench coming from countless worlds, the God-Emperor issued a message to the troops stationed on the world.

The astropaths and legal psykers in the army claimed that they had received revelations from the great God-Emperor, and they were going to the lower levels of the hive city to cleanse them layer by layer.

The bishop of the state church mobilized fanatical crusaders and battle nuns, carrying deadly promethium flamethrowers, and walked out of the magnificent church with servitors and battle slaves who needed atonement.

The ships of the Inquisition were parked above the planet, and they dropped their troops on it, keeping an eye on the extent of warp corrosion on the planet. When the situation gets out of control, it's time for them to sign an extermination order and fulfill their responsibilities.

Although they have received gifts from Nurgle, these walking corpses are nothing more than poor people, although their dirty claws and broken iron kitchen knives carry deadly germs. But they couldn't even get close to the firepower network formed by the imperial army. They could only rely on their relatively durable bodies to move their steps little by little, and died in waves of unwilling gasps.

Nurgle saw the scores of children being incinerated by flamethrowers and shot to pieces by bolters. He glared at the God-Emperor and berated him for his callousness.

Without saying a word, the God-Emperor continued to drop revelations, pointing out more altars to Nurgle to the Imperial forces, while also sending colony ships caught in the warp storm to these planets to replenish their populations.

Seeing the God-Emperor's disregard for human life, Nurgle could no longer hold back his anger. He threw the liquid hanging from the dropper into the mortal world, using this rain of disease to save those poor people who were sinking in the darkness.

Tzeentch witnessed all this from a distance. He contained the flames that the God-Emperor had just sent and replaced them with the fire of faith provided by Kalos. He blinked, and the changelings tied into ropes appeared and turned into a torch-like cage under Tzeentch's construction.

This Holy Flame of the God Emperor will be of great use in the future...

But Rokas should really speed up on that side...

Tzeentch cast a glance and threw down the replaced Fire of Faith. The obelisk that bombarded the Shield of Faith lost all power and was reduced to fragments in the counterattack of the original bodies.

"Get ready... Rokasna..."

Roka shook his body violently. He woke up from Tzeentch's strange whispers. When he saw the scene around him, he only saw the battle sisters and the holy warriors with reverent eyes.

Seles expressed his unabashed approval of Roca's piety, and everyone present was quite happy. Only Dorn frowned, looking quite like Perturabo's gloomy appearance.

Is that how it should be? Why do I feel like something is wrong?

Orikan was thoughtful. He had calculated the fluctuation of the obelisk's energy loss several times. There was always a piece of data in it that looked strange to him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Maybe this place was influenced by the Star God... There was a bystander sealed in the tomb, a Deceiver hanging above his head, and a Skinner who didn't know whether he was dead or not outside. The gathering of three Star Gods in such a small place was enough to be recorded in the War in Heaven opera, and energy was expended to reproduce it emphatically.

Trazin and Orikan crossed the remains of the obelisk and walked toward the top of the building. They finally saw the deceiver's huge yellow eyes.

"Welcome! Welcome!" A burst of background music came, followed by weird laughter, and the Laughing God wearing strange clothes appeared in front of everyone.

He looked tall and slender, with an overly long and curved nose that looked like a round wheel, and the tip of his nose was also too sharp.

"The Laughing God? Why is he here?"

"He's not the Laughing God, he's just a damn fun guy who likes to have fun!" Trazin cursed, and the Laughing God just shook his body and laughed fiercely, without any intention of replying.

After a long time, the Laughing God said leisurely, "Can you do me a favor?"

The Laughing God pulled his hand down and stood on two fingers like a child's thumb man, but the Laughing God's hands were more flexible and could imitate human movements vividly, and could even perform complex dances directly.

"You alien gods! Don't block our way!" Perturabo aimed the cannon at the Laughing God's face, but the Laughing God didn't seem to want to fight. He just controlled his hands and danced a ridiculous dance.

"Thank you for watching! You are really my good audience! I won't ask you for tickets this time!" The Laughing God happily rolled himself into a ball and disappeared.

"What exactly does this mean?" Jaghatai couldn't understand and could only look at Efreni, hoping that the Eldar could give him a reasonable explanation.

Efreni frowned. She didn't know much about the dance of the Laughing God, and could only decipher a few words from the dance just now.

"Don't kill Slaanesh."

One of the few units in Warhammer that is directly identified as Iron Man is ur025 in Blackstone Fortress.

There is also a mention in the background of a surviving stone man who was a veteran on the bottom of a naval ship. When the Chaos Space Marines came in, this guy tore them all to pieces.

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