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The rain of disease fell from the sky.

Thick and strange green dark clouds are rolling in the sky. There is no thunder or lightning, and there is no need for these two things to shock people's minds. In fact, just looking directly at this huge dark cloud with the naked eye is enough to make people almost lustful.

Going crazy. And the consequences it brings are even more unbearable.

The first thing that came was acid rain—perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it bacterial rain. Green raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, corroding countless buildings. The top of a hive city was corroded with pits, and it didn’t take long for it to fall.

It smashed straight into the bottom of the hive city, causing more serious damage.

Then, the surviving people were horrified to find that green plants and mycelium grew in the rain-drenched place.

The thick carpet spread to the outer layer of the entire hive within minutes. They grew wantonly in the sky thousands of meters high, stretching their bodies at an unacceptable speed, developing their own kind, and

The abilities given to them by Nurgle are vividly demonstrated.

The green poison, which was developing toward dim yellow, was released from the seemingly living carpet. Through those green flowers, they spread over the entire hive in just a few minutes, completely destroying the hive.

It was shrouded - there were still many survivors inside, but they soon disappeared.

Under the influence of Nurgle's plague, they will suffer from dozens or even hundreds of different diseases at the same time. They will die without dignity while moaning in pain, and they will not even have peace after death. Nurgling will

Their bodies become breeding grounds for new diseases, or they are simply controlled by mycelium and used as mindless zombies spreading the plague.

This just happened in a hive city.

In fact, Nurgle's plague does not distinguish between friend and foe - humans, demons, buildings and even mechanical creations are all unable to escape its poisonous hands. A Khorne vampire was dripped into the eyes by acid rain, and two minutes later, it became a corpse strung with mycelium.

The corpse was raised. The once strong muscles shriveled up, the brain was opened by a flower, and the skin became full of hollows, where new Nurglings were gestating.

Beside it, a Taranis war mech had its joints corroded and fell to the ground uncontrollably. The pilot sat in the cabin, and he was lucky that acid rain could not corrode the mixed ceramic steel of the mecha. He was right

Yes, this level of acid rain is indeed unable to corrode the shell of the Knight mecha, but the plague does not need these things to ship.

In the cockpit, the pilot felt his neck was itchy. He took a deep breath to calm down, and then scratched his neck. He felt that his fingers were inexplicably sticky. Looking down, he was stunned.

A piece of blood red.

The pilot looked at his hands that were suddenly covered with pustules, and let out the most frightening scream in his life - the knight mecha fell to the ground and stopped moving soon after, and there was a dull muffled sound in the cockpit, like

It was like something exploded inside.

In the sky, a Thunderhawk gunship flew through the green clouds. Guilliman was among them. He looked at everything on the ground with an indescribable calm expression. Perhaps he had expected it. He was just angry, but not

Don't worry about the future. As far as the current situation is concerned, Guilliman would rather just focus on the things in front of him.

"Primarch, there is a report from the tenth company commander." The director of the think tank walked to him, and the magnetic boots were fixed on the ground to prevent him from falling due to the bumps of the Thunderhawk gunship. As for Guilliman...

.He doesn't have magnetic boots, he just wants to stand there. And he can.

"Go ahead." Guilliman nodded thoughtfully, indicating for him to continue.

Diglis didn't know how to speak. After being silent for a few seconds, he chose to speak directly: "The situation in the palace is very bad. The Military Department is completely paralyzed. We are unable to issue or receive any orders. The situation on the ground is difficult to describe.

The plague of Grime spreads endlessly on Terra. According to the reports of the Astropaths, from the North Pole to every hive...the plague is everywhere."

Holy Terra, the cradle of humanity, the holy land of humanity, the seat of the Emperor's throne - Guilliman hated these terms very much at this time. What if this wasn't Terra? If so, he wouldn't need it at all.

So strenuous.

The Empire is usually very simple and crude in dealing with planets infected by the Nurgle plague. They usually blow up the planet. Behind this cold attitude actually hides the truth that it took humans thousands of years and countless corpses to learn.

When facing the demons of Khorne, you can fight back. When facing the demons of Slaanesh, you can fight back while scolding them. When facing the demons of Tzeentch - generally speaking, you can't see them, and when you see them, you can leave.

Death is not far away, so do whatever you want. But when facing the demon of Nurgle, the best way is to stay away.

Getting close means contracting the plague. Trying to treat it means contracting the plague. Setting up a control center to try to save a planet covered by Nurgle's plague means everyone is contracted by the plague. Humanity has understood that if they don't want Nurgle's

Plagues cause more serious harm, so the best way is to kill those plagues together with the patients themselves.

This is the last mercy.

Guilliman lowered his head and rubbed his brows. The director of the think tank was inevitably aware of his frustration. His psychic ability was born to do this. He could sense the subtle emotions of the people around him. However, a voice sounded very strange.

It suddenly broke into his thoughts. He felt that the voice was extremely familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Varo Diglis...I need you."

"Who are you?"

The voice avoided answering, but showed him a picture.

From the perspective of the universe, Terra was completely covered by green mycelium. Zooming in, Diglis recognized where it was.

It's the royal palace.

The majestic outer wall has completely collapsed at this time, and all kinds of uncomfortable and disgusting plants are climbing on this majestic capital in the Himalayas. The main part of the palace has collapsed, and the exposed interior is full of corrosion.

The rotting corpses whose original appearance could not be seen were overwhelming, and mycelium connected them in series.

Tigris felt unspeakable fear - he saw only deathly silence. The poisonous mist of the plague was floating above Holy Terra. No living thing could survive in such an environment. Only the endless Nurglings and his demons

Dancing happily on the earth, they kept making simple laughter, singing the praises of Nurgle's sacred filth.

Where is the Emperor? No, where is the Emperor? Diglis asked, but no one answered.

The screen continues.

The perspective zoomed out. A huge and fat hand picked up Terra completely. Just a glimpse of that hand made the think tank director make a sound like he was about to faint.

"I think you should have understood. Varro Diglis. I need you, the empire needs you." The voice said slowly, which did not sound real. And Diglis finally remembered that he had heard it there. This voice.

Right here in Terra, that blessing a few days ago...

The think tank director murmurs: "Fight, and drive out evil..."

There was a rare smile in his voice: "Yes. Varro Diglis. Fight and drive out the evil - I want to use your hands to cast a spell."

"My lord, I'm afraid I can't take on this important responsibility."

Diglis timidly said that it was not that he was timid by nature. It was that the director of the think tank did not trust his ability to bear such a heavy responsibility. He was not a fool and naturally understood why the master wanted to show him that terrible future. .

"I just need to use you as a medium. And, Diglis, there is no need to belittle yourself." The voice continued. "Then, get ready."

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In Guilliman's perception, Diglis seemed to have suddenly changed. He looked closely and found that the think tank director's expression had changed. This discovery made him suddenly nervous, but 'Diglis' next One word made him feel relaxed again.

"The time has come, Guilliman."

That voice had two voices, one was Diglis's, and the other was He Shenyan's.

Guilliman saw two golden lights shining in Tigris's eyes. The other Astartes looked over. Some of the dull ones didn't understand what was going on, so they called Tigris directly. They felt angry at the person's name. However, the next second, with the sacred light coming from the pavement, they suddenly stopped thinking.

What does He Shenyan want to do?

It's very simple - there are many kinds of Nurgle's plagues, and some can even only affect a specific person. But that requires his great demon to cook in his cauldron day and night to deal with this kind of evil. It was an ordinary plague that only affected the living, but He Shenyan knew a good way.

On the Revenge, he closed his eyes tightly, blood welled up from his throat, but he quickly suppressed it.

First, necromancy.

The ultimate resurrection spell from the forbidden book of Karma Taj, the third volume of "The Book of Trannia", reappeared in another world through his hands. This spell has been used by many famous people. Necromancers are used to harm humans, but this time it is different.

On the Thunderhawk gunship, Varo Diglis's body began to move like a puppet. His gauntlets detached themselves, and he spread his hands out, constantly making complex and mysterious gestures. A light blue magic circle extended from his feet. , in Guilliman's perception, time seemed to slow down.

The preparations have been completed, but if this spell is released now, it will only resurrect a group of corpses, and the devil may take advantage of it - therefore, He Shenyan clenched his hands.

Diglis did the same thing.

He sank into a magnificent space along with He Shenyan's consciousness. But as soon as he entered, a solemn hymn sounded in his ears. It looked like a magnificent hall, with a man whose face he couldn't see clearly.

Sitting thousands of meters in the air, beneath him was an iron chair that immobilized him.

Diglis was stunned, and then he saw hundreds of millions of different faces suddenly appearing under the thousands of meters of iron chairs.

The men, women, and children are all different. Astartes, Astra Militarum, Battle Sisters, civilians. Some have names and surnames, and some even have blurred faces.

He stared at all this blankly, but He Shenyan sighed.

"...Please, come back, everyone," he said. "The empire needs you - if you are willing, please come with me."

A golden door opened in front of them. Diglis and He Shenyan stood aside, watching the souls of the heroes rushing out one after another, rushing out without hesitation. They gathered into a golden ocean, one after another, as if

He rushed out like he never stopped.

Diglis had fallen into stagnation and could hardly think. Tears rolled down from his eyes, but the think tank could not feel the slightest sadness.

"Emperor..." He murmured to himself. The man on the throne glanced at him and seemed to nod slightly. Diglis did not notice this.

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Guilliman looked down and saw a bit of golden light rising from the green hive - the original body swayed at that moment.

What happened next was something he would never forget.