Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

In the ten thousand years since the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, many have claimed to be guided by him and acted in his name on earth.

A certain ascetic of the state religion, a certain galaxy governor, or even a pariah in the eyes of others in the Terra Hive...

It is unknown whether these claims were true or false, but during the Inquisition's investigations, they discovered that some psykers and so-called living saints who claimed to have seen the Emperor all described the same image - a star that was invisible in the warp. The light, cold sun.

This is true.

The Emperor appears in the Warp as an icy sun.

For ten thousand years, the faith of billions of humans has converged on the Emperor, and his power has definitely grown as a result, but it has also distorted it.

No matter what the Emperor became, he always insisted on one thing, and that was to fight against the Dark Gods for humanity.

When he felt the appearance of the cold sun, Tzeentch suddenly felt that something was not good.

If it were a one-on-one battle with the icy sun, just like when it faced Nurgle at its peak, Tzeentch would not be afraid. Its calculations would tell it that in its current state, it would be 100% Ninety-five percent chance of injuring the Emperor.

Bound to the Golden Throne and not fully elevated to one of the Dark Gods, the Emperor could not possibly deal with the enhanced power of Tzeentch.

But the problem is that after the battle with Nurgle, Tzeentch was no longer in its prime. It was even chopped down by the angry Blood God...

Why...how could...

This series of questions appeared in Tzeentch's thinking. It asked itself why it didn't expect the Emperor's appearance, why it didn't even see any clues... and finally it came up with the answer.

Just as this assault on Nurgle was based on countless unobservable changes caused by the unobservable.

The Emperor's appearance was also one of countless unobservable changes.

The changes that should have brought countless happiness and fun to Tzeentch now brought it unprepared for big trouble.

But Tzeentch did not feel angry or have other negative emotions. Instead, he felt excited, because this unexpected change was one of the joys Qin Mo could bring to him.

In the midst of joyful laughter, Tzeentch was burned by the flames of the black sun, and part of the power it had plundered and part of its essence were dissipated in the invisible flames.

After taking one last look at Nurgle, the blue, flaming concept storm quickly disappeared.

The Lord of Changes escaped back to the Demon Realm to recharge his batteries.

Nurgle hides in the garden.

Khorne looked away.

Slaanesh returned to the palace, lay on the bed, covering the wound made by the Blood God, staring at the six words on the bed, gritting his teeth.

The Emperor had not wanted to see Tzeentch grow more powerful, and now it had accomplished what it set out to do.

In the icy sun, countless wills cast their gazes towards the Garden of Nurgle, looking for something. These gazes were either anxious or angry, sad or worried, harboring extreme malice or extreme kindness... ...Anyway, it looks towards the demonic realm.

There was nothing in the Demon Realm. The Emperor failed to find the unobservable person he wanted to find, and disappeared into the Demon Realm of Nurgle.

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In the Garden of Nurgle.

Qin Mo and his party trudged hard in the sea of ​​demons, gradually going deep into the residence of God, and came to a giant mansion.

The scenery here is no different from the scenery elsewhere in the garden. There are a lot of weird plants and living trees... The only thing that caught Qin Mo's attention was a giant crucible.

That's what Nurgle used to brew the plague.

"Don't pay attention to that broken pot!" Kaldor released psychic lightning to expel more than a thousand demons in an instant. He turned to Qin Mo and said urgently: "This pot can be recreated even if it is completely annihilated. If you pay attention to that thing, you might as well kill more." A devil!"

Kaldor has been urging Qin Mo to kill the demon more, because he has not completely erased the demon's abilities or weapons, and he cannot use the Nightbringer scythe because when his hand touches the scythe, a huge amount of his long forgotten will emerge. Emotion - fear.

Qin Mo immediately looked away when he heard Kaldor's words, but then looked over again and used all his strength to release thunder and lightning to knock down the giant crucible.

The poison that had not yet been successfully refined spilled out, and then the eternal flame of the Star God ignited in the crucible.

After doing this, Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and unleashed a bombardment like a nuclear explosion at the demon army in front of him.

This trip has no purpose other than to kill demons and set fire to them.

The endless demon army was slaughtered by Qin Mo, Kaldor, and the dead souls of the Army. Every corner of the garden where the mansion was located was burned by flames.

The group of people fought their way into the mansion.

Every room here contains bottles and jars used by Nurgle to refine the plague, and the stench of corruption is everywhere.

Every time Qin Mo clears the demons in a room, he releases flames to burn everything in the room.

The old woman's sword was always guiding the way forward, leading Qin Mo to a warehouse inside the mansion. It was full of all diseases that had appeared in the past and future in the real universe. Nurgle sampled and collected them.

The diseases in the real universe are nothing compared to the diseases brought about by Nurgle's crafted plagues, but Nurgle needs them because there is a solid place where the fabric of reality is waiting for it to erode.

"Bastard!" Qin Mo unleashed lightning and shattered every jar containing disease, causing the entire warehouse to be engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

"Burn it, burn it!"

Qin Mo suddenly heard a sound not far away. He turned around and saw a Nurgling staring at it.

The aura of this Nurgling was completely different. It was not as tall as the weakest zombie nearby, but it seemed like hundreds of demon princes standing there sharpening their swords.

"No matter how much you burn, I can collect an entire mansion's worth of diseases!"

"I will refine a plague that is very effective for you and kill billions of people in your sector!"

Amidst the threatening sound of gnashing teeth, the Nurgling's body gradually collapsed. It was obviously bearing a powerful force that did not belong to it.

Qin Mo raised his hand and released thunder and lightning to kill the Nurgling, then turned around and continued to kill demons and set fire to the mansion.

At this time, the old woman's sword once again used light to guide the way forward. Qin Mo naturally felt that there was a warehouse-like place there that needed to be dealt with urgently, so he immediately killed it.

Kaldor followed closely, and while fighting side by side with Qin Mo, he found that the souls of the demons had been swallowed by Qin Mo. After devouring the souls, Qin Mo became stronger and could kill the big demons with ease.

This was not the time to ask about things. Kaldor pressed the question button and continued to fight among the demons.

Finally, everyone came to a locked room.

Kaldor had just killed a big demon. He raised his shield and rushed forward, knocking open the door of the room.

There is a prison in the room.

A female Eldar was lying on the prison floor.

It is none other than Elsa, one of the Eldar gods, the goddess of life.