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"Does he know you?"

“He doesn’t know me, but he may know my sword—forget it.” Fulgrim shook his head, and a touch of gold lit up in his palm. “You go to the Revenge for inspection first, I will

I want to know why he knows this sword."

Psychic energy communicated with the Revenge located in the orbit of Terra, and Steve standing next to him felt an inexplicable attraction. Before he understood what was going on, a voice with no emotion and only rationality came to his ears.

The mechanical voice of existence: "Identity authentication passed, database search - Steve Rogers, please relax."

He disappeared in a burst of blue light. Fulgrim walked forward calmly. As he approached, the heroic spirit began to become more and more nervous. The Compassionate Bridge was a full 1,700 meters long. By the time Fulgrim

When he finally walked in front of him, the heroic spirit was already in a state of preparation for battle.

His muscles were tense and his breathing was rapid. The habits of his life were still affecting this body made of pure spiritual energy. In addition, there were also things affecting and oppressing his mind. It was a reaction derived from human instinct.

, just like some people are afraid of snakes - Galahad was keenly aware that his subconscious was afraid of this person.

He felt ashamed of it, but he still stood where he was.

Galahad looked at the man standing opposite him, unable to even see his face through the fortifications, and asked slowly: "Where did your power sword come from?"

"Why are you interested in this sword?" Fulgrim asked. "Is it possible that you have met its owner?"

"Don't answer questions with questions!" Galahad growled. "Where did you get it! And, where was that man just now? Where did you get him?"

"Saul Tarvitz."

Fulgrim suddenly said, and then, he got the answer he wanted. Galahad's expression changed immediately after hearing the name. A trace of sadness flashed on Phoenix's face that was covered by psychic energy, and he asked slowly

: "You've met him, right?"

Their conversation could not continue because a loud noise came from the sky, and a completely unacceptable hum was oppressing the eardrums of everyone who still had hearing - even heroic spirits were not exempt from this.

A terrifying sound. The spiritual energy that made up their bodies gradually became blurred in this manic sound.

Upon seeing this, Fulgrim immediately raised his hand and put it on Galahad's shoulder. Golden spiritual energy surged out from his right hand, ignoring the heroic spirit whose expression suddenly became shocked. Phoenix raised his head and stared at the sky.

, his expression has become serious.

His superhuman vision was of no use at this moment. The naked eye could not compare with machinery. He could not directly observe what was happening in the sky full of golden light through his eyes. However, his spiritual power

But it made him feel something vaguely.

"What...what did you do again?"

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If He Shenyan could hear these words, he would probably answer Fulgrim with a smile: "I'm trying my best."

Yes, he is trying his best.

Nurgle is considered to have a good temper among the four gods of Chaos, but that does not mean that he will not be angry at all - how could it be possible? He is the evil god.

Terra was now facing His wrath.

The plague cloud summoned by Rain Father Rodrigues was about to dissipate with its death, but at this moment, it expanded violently. Acid rain that was more than a hundred times more violent than before surged down.

, hitting the golden curtain composed of heroic spirits, causing a ripple.

He Shenyan walked out of a burst of blue light and observed the huge plague cloud. This cloud covered the entire Himalayas. However, at the same time, dozens of other plague clouds were gathering all over Terra. This kind of disease regardless of the cost

It is extremely rare for Nurgle to tear apart the warp and affect reality. He must be extremely angry now.

The mage knows the reason, so he is smiling.

"This is just an appetizer, Nurgle." He said to himself, and then extended his right hand.

The heroic souls that were rapidly disappearing in the acid rain disappeared. The acid rain fell straight down, but never touched the ground. He Shenyan built a huge portal in an instant, and the acid rain fell into it, and then from the plague cloud.

The top of the head falls, going through meaningless reincarnation.

"A little trick sometimes works best."

His palms fit together and his fingers closed together. A huge amount of magic power, pure magic power, was compressed to the extreme in his palm at that moment, forming a dark blue gem, which was then held in his hand.

What is he going to do?

Very simple.

Since the invention of gunpowder, humans' favorite thing to do has changed from throwing stones at each other to throwing explosives at each other. He Shenyan is not immune to this, so he wants to give Nurgle a huge gift, a huge explosion.

Nurgle's actions were nothing more than to vent his anger. In order to vent his anger at the burning of the garden, he even did not hesitate to affect reality on a large scale. Then, He Shenyan had an opportunity at this time. He easily took down a plague cloud,

The power belonging to Nurgle was surging manically in it, but it was completely unable to really touch He Shenyan's skin.

Any power - magic, psychic powers, all kinds of spiritual power, in the end, is nothing more than a competition, that is, whose will is stronger. Nurgle's will is contained in dozens of plague clouds, which are shattered.

.And the share in the hands of the mage is even less, and there is no way to affect him.

In other words, now He Shenyan can speak to Him, but He refuses to speak back at all.

"I said I would come to find you, Nurgle. I said so, and now, I'm here."

Hearing this, the fragments of the plague cloud in his hand surged even more manically. The sky also began to change color, but He Shenyan just raised his eyes lightly and the sky returned to its original color. He crushed the plague easily.

After extracting the fragments of Nurgle's will from the cloud fragments, he closed his eyes and teleported to a subspace portal in Australia.

The mage stretched out his hand. The edge of the unstable black portal was originally filled with negative emotions belonging to the subspace. Any human who tried to approach would be corrupted by them and become an accomplice of the devil. But when facing the mage, they would do anything.

No. It can only be annihilated into original negative energy in an instant and stay in place obediently.

The next second, the scene behind the door changed - it was no longer the chaotic subspace, but a green garden. Golden flames were burning in it, and demons were crying and running.

Escape. A black house on a hill began to tremble violently, and a window opened. A huge green eye appeared from it, staring at He Shenyan.

"hello."

He Shenyan waved to him, then smiled slightly, and stepped into this garden, which was extremely sacred in the eyes of Nurgle believers. The putrid smell hit his face, and a gloomy and furious voice slowly said: "I don't know whether to live or die.

...How dare you take the initiative to enter my domain! He can't help you now!"

"If I don't come in, how can I hand this gift to you with my own hands?"

The gentle smile finally disappeared, replaced by a ferocious smile full of murderous intent. Perhaps, from beginning to end, only this crazy look was He Shenyan's true face. He opened his right hand, and the dark blue gem on the palm of his hand flashed

In the light, it only looked more beautiful, but Nurgle suddenly let out a roar.

"late!"

He laughed heartily, and the gems 'bloomed' in an instant, like an open flower. It began to break apart bit by bit, and a huge amount of magic power poured out. They followed the wishes of their owner and began to transform this putrid garden.

In the form of an explosion, in a form Nurgle never wanted to see.

The ground that had been burned by the flames began to disintegrate bit by bit. Mycelium, corpses, and maggot eggs all disintegrated along with it, and even the diseases in the air were purely decomposed. He Shenyan's

His black hair danced wildly, and what shone in his eyes was his own power - magic! Pure magic.

"No!!!"

The ground shook, and the black house on the hillside began to tremble more violently. The eyes on the window disappeared, replaced by a green arm covered with abscesses and wounds. Several people were shivering.

The Nurgling huddled in the layer of fat and cried.

He Shenyan smiled disdainfully and took a step forward. Time stopped at that moment. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and Nurgle's arm that was about to stretch out his black house also stopped at this moment. For just a short moment,

Not even for a second, but He had already failed.

Because the explosion has spread.

He deeply understood that even if he completely walked out of the house now, it would be impossible for this garden to return to its previous quiet and beautiful appearance. Because the foundation of its existence had been completely changed by this human being, from the corrupt cycle of life and death to a

Blank, anyone can leave their own color in this field.

He understood another thing even more - the other three would never let go of this opportunity.

But at this moment, Nurgle's anger disappeared.

He actually started to smile.

"You have done something that many have never done, mage."

Nurgle actually said to him in a respectful voice: "I accept my failure. My arrogance and anger-dominated emotions caused all of this. My children suffered heavy casualties today. All of this is

Thanks to you, I will always remember this day. Everyone can remember this day.”

His voice penetrated the warp and began to reverberate in the tides of a million worlds, reverberating in the birth and death of worlds and their cores.

The evil god, the god of life and death, the loving father, Nurgle, said slowly in a voice that was mixed with hatred and pride: "You should be proud of this, child."

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