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

Cut open the thick outer skin, and you will see a transformed Space Marine inside. The skin was pale and sore, the fat thick and greasy, and of good quality by any standard. Then the other Plague Marines dressed him in rusty armor that had been washed seven times in Nurgle's foul rivers, and embraced him to celebrate his becoming a member of the Death Guard.

Now that the environment is better, there are fewer forces to harass them for farming, which makes the Death Guard have surprisingly many soldiers planting in the fields. If Mortarion was given a few hundred years, it would not be a foolish dream to grow seven million warriors.

Mortalion stayed in a secret room in his flagship Endurance. This was his private space, with only different forms of vegetation clinging to the walls and ceiling. It was very quiet here, without the cackles of Nurglings or the annoying buzzing of flies.

Mortalion restrained his huge pale flesh wings and sat at the table playing with the sand table. He was using the knowledge he had learned to make architectural plans to make the feng shui of the building complex better.

Life must have a sense of ritual. This is the truth that Mortalion learned after spending more than years in the subspace.

Gurgling, a crucible placed in the corner inexplicably produced liquid and then boiled. Mortalion stood up and walked over, and found a flower flower slowly emerging.

When he opened the flower bone flower, he saw that it was a sword hilt with the face of a golden demon, and attached to it was a small note handwritten by Nurgle himself.

“This thing is quite interesting, I’ll give it to you as a gift!”

Mortarion frowned. The behavior of his loving father giving him gifts reminded him of the time when the Emperor took him to pick out weapons.

"I don't need these things." Mortalion let out a dull breath and took out the sword hilt from the flower bone with disgust. The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, he heard Draconion's bewitching voice.

"Hold me! Free me! We will be the end of the empire! Let countless humans tremble in our shadows!"

Demon Sword was very excited. He could feel the powerful essence of Mortalion as the original body. This was a great power that Abaddon could not reach in eight lifetimes.

But Mortalion still didn't have a good look at Draconion's invitation. He didn't like this demonic weapon that was too self-aware.

Moreover... Mortalion glanced at the decoration on the hilt of the sword. He didn't like the decoration very much. The golden light was quite eye-catching. So Mortalion placed the hilt of the sword on the anvil, holding the blacksmith's tools in his hand and trying to repair the appearance of the hilt.

Draconian was in a panic. He originally had the ability to transform at will, but Lin Fan shouted and was immediately fixed. This made him unable to change his form no matter what he did.

Mortalion hammered the sword with all his strength for a multiple of seven seconds. He found that the shape of the hilt had not changed and became even less interested. He would not use something that did not fit his aesthetics and was not auspicious in design.

Ugh...

Mortalion sighed and did not throw away the sword hilt because it was a gift from his loving father. He just wrapped the hilt with vines and hung it on the wall and ignored it.

He sat back at the table again and began to play with his sand table.

The Draconian on the wall looked at Mortalion's back with resentment.

Why am I so unlucky? I just escaped from the hands of one loser, but ended up falling into the hands of another loser?

He never knew that the fate of being sent here was all expected by Tzeentch and the Deceiver. Draconion's release means the end of the Empire is coming, which will do nothing to help either of their plans.

At least for now, they don't want to push the human empire to its doomsday. And Mortalion, who was smug and accomplished nothing, naturally became the next holder of the magic sword.

And just when Nurgle sent the hilt of the sword to Mortarion, he finally discovered that there was something wrong with the taste of the soup he had carefully prepared.

He twitched his nose and felt that the fragrance was too obvious. So he put his hands on his buttocks, put his two hands together on the crucible and rubbed them hard.

The dead skin mixed with many unspeakable substances sank into the soup, suppressing the fresh fragrance that had just risen.

Nurgle nodded with satisfaction, then found a large spoon, stirred it a few times, and scooped out a spoonful to taste.

"Huh? What are you?" Nurgle couldn't help but ask as he looked at Lin Fan tumbling in the spoon, and Lin Fan also heard a grunting, disgusting voice calling him. At this time, he had just gotten out of a big White maggots crawled out of the corpse that could swallow the Hope battleship in one gulp.

Who is calling me?

Lin Fan looked left and right, and the only things that filled his field of vision were the yellow-green clouds evaporating from the filthy sea and the sky full of mosquitoes and flies.

Seeing Lin Fan looking around, the kind-hearted Nurgle called him again.

Now Lin Fan finally found the source of the sound. He looked up to the sky and saw only seven hazy and incomplete light spots hanging in the decaying sky. At first, he thought these were unlucky people who had been sucked into the subspace. The sun is coming.

"Is it Nurgle?"

"Yes, my dear child. Are you lost? You can't stay in the pot any longer." Nurgle stretched out a finger towards Lin Fan, trying to make him jump from the soup in the spoon. come out.

And this finger was too big from Lin Fan's perspective. The core of the Golden Ark was not even one millionth the size of this finger. The ripples caused by gently dipping his fingertips on the surface of the soup created a huge tsunami more than a hundred meters high. Lin Fan managed to dodge to the top of the tsunami with his light spear, and then climbed onto Nurgle's fingers.

Is this a finger? Looking around, there are only complex ecological structures composed of hills, mountains, swamps, and jungles. Lin Fan believed you when you said this place was a planet.

Lin Fan was surprised by the size of Nurgle himself. He had never seen such a big scene when he met other gods before.

Slaanesh took the initiative to compress his body in order to be closer to Lin Fan. If we were to truly measure the full extent of Slaanesh, we would have to include the palace of indulgence and many entertainment venues she built next to her throne.

The same is true for Khorne. This guy was angry when he beat Lin Fan, but he still showed great martial ethics and transformed himself into an armored human form that Lin Fan could understand. If Khorne put down his martial virtues, he might not be able to It turned into a pool of blood with no end in sight and sparred with Lin Fan.

As for Tzeentch, Lin Fan had never seen Tzeentch at all. Even the demon of Tzeentch was very rare. The only one he met frequently was Rokasna.

What about the God Emperor? The Imperium of Man itself is the God-Emperor.