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Under normal circumstances, Neerugos is not willing to deal with the Astartes - it is fascinated by humans, but the Astartes are not human in its eyes.

To it, this group of barbarians who only know how to fight and kill are not even comparable to the madmen under Khorne. At least those madmen will be willing to chat with it. But the Astartes...

?

As soon as they saw it, they would rush towards it brandishing chainswords and bolters, with no intention of chatting with it.

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Neerugos was very dissatisfied with this.

However, the work must continue.

It grabbed a Nurgling that had just emerged from the pile of corpses and took away the germs that the little thing was holding. The latter reluctantly watched the germs being taken away by it, but did not say anything.

It is also clear that work must continue.

"I know you want your own share of the plague, but not now, kid."

Neergos threw the germ into his soup pot, and while stirring the spoon, he explained patiently: "You see, the number of germs that can be born in each person's body is limited. And we must concentrate most of them.

Together, individual germs are very weak, and only when they gather together can they be called a plague."

The Nurgling jumped onto its fat shoulders and chirped something. Neerugos listened patiently and then gave his own response.

"Yes, we are going to make a good pot of potion, a perfect pot of plague, and then give it to that bat. Yes, just like Kugas once wanted to do - may it rest in peace, alas

, Poor Kugas. When it died, I was just a Nurgling like you, and the hateful black-robed man burned it completely."

Neerugos made a gloomy expression, and its memory returned to those days after saying these words. During that time, there was no longer the vitality of the past in the father's garden.

What remains is a miserable melancholy.

It was stuck in memories, but Nurgling was not. The words "black-robed man" made it scream in terror.

"That's right, it's the man in black robe, the one who burned down Father's Garden... Don't be afraid, child, although he is powerful, he can't find us under the cover of Father's power."

Neerugos stopped stirring the soup pot and put his hand into the soup. He gently picked up a handful of green viscous juice, raised it to his hand and observed it carefully. After a while,

It smacked its lips in frustration.

This is not good.

This pot of plague cannot even corrode its flesh and blood, which means that the plague is not pure enough, which means that this pot of plague is a failure - if it can't even hurt Neerugos, how can it be expected to hurt that person?

What about bats?

"Hey, what should we do? My old friend is about to discover us, but I can't prepare a good gift for him..."

Nelugos said to himself: "I have walked for so long and come to this disgustingly clean place... I have made so many efforts, and even tried my best to inject blood into everyone's body.

You planted mycelium...but in the end you only harvested this pot of stuff?"

The Nurgling patted its ears comfortingly, causing several pustules to burst. The yellowish juice dripped from Nelugos's ears and fell straight into the soup pot, which also stunned Nelugos.

Living.

It stared at the soup that began to slowly change color, and laughed happily: "Little guy, you are so smart! Yes, yes..."

The Nurgling made a puzzled inquiry, but Neerugos did not answer it this time. The Great Unclean One just gently drove it away from his shoulder, and then held the wrist of his left hand with his right hand.

, and pulled hard.

Amidst the heart-wrenching sound, which sounded like a dead branch being crushed by someone, it tore off its arm without any hesitation and threw it into the soup pot.

The yellow light burst out, and the light began to grow dangerously strong. With the flesh and blood of a Great Unclean One, the pot of soup finally boiled. The energy of the subspace burned turbulently in it, and it also illuminated Nelugos.

’s face, its terrifying face was full of joy at the moment.

As it stirred, dark clouds swept in from the distance, covering the entire sky. Fenelos had not seen such bad weather for a thousand years, but it chose to appear today.

You have to admit, bad things always happen together.

The liquid in the cauldron was spinning rapidly, and Nergos was stirring it all the time. Thunders roared, storms roared, and raindrops fell from the sky, as if they were a sign of some impending disaster.

"That's it!" Nergos shouted happily. "Yes! In the name of me, Nergos, Kugas' unfinished work will continue in my hands! I will brew this for him.

The most perfect plague in the world!"

It grinned, laughing lowly amidst the thunder and lightning and the howling wind. The Nurglings were blown higher and higher in the wind with its laughter, and these poor little things were quickly blown away.

The form turned into a brownish-yellow or dark green liquid, but Nergos didn't care at all.

It only sees work.

Neergos stared closely at the rotating pot of soup, concentrating, extremely serious, and full of expectation.

"Come on! Divine Plague!" the Great Unclean One almost screamed. "Mold it, shape it, shape it! I command you! I beg you! Form it!"

In the rain and storm, its voice was drowned, but a burst of dark green light pierced the ominous curtain and spread in the sky.

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It's raining.

Yin Qijier raised his head, raindrops fell on his eyepiece, and quickly slipped off.

The server is still running stably. Power armor is not a delicate machine. It is one of the strongest defenses an Astartes can rely on, and it can continue its work in any harsh environment.

In a sense, Yinziqir hopes that he can do the same.

"This rain came without warning."

Cordos of the Emperor's Sword walked up to him and said worriedly: "I don't think this is a good sign, what do you think?"

"This rain is indeed unexpected, but it will not stop our steps." Yinqi Kil shook his head.

"hope so."

Cordos was still worried, and he sighed: "Captain Yinzikiel, I don't know what you think, but I... always feel uneasy. Do you think this will be the emperor's?

Reminder?"

"I'm afraid he won't have that much time to focus on you and me, Sergeant Cordos."

Yinziqir replied calmly: "The emperor is responsible for the entire empire. Within the borders of the empire, there are more suffering people waiting for his help. Even if he were to appear, I don't think it would be where we are.

You regard yourself as too special on this planet, sergeant, learn to treat your resurrection with a normal heart."

Cordos said nothing more and just nodded. From his body movements, Yinzikiel could see his shame.

It's nothing, Sergeant Yinqi Kil secretly thought. It is indeed a rare experience to receive his gift and return from death. It is normal for you to not believe that you are...

Thinking of this, the two tears on his face began to hurt again. Once upon a time, Yinzikiel was the same, he would interpret many things as omens given to him by Sanguinius, until after a tragic failure,

Only then did he realize how stupid he was.

Even if he really followed what those theologians and preachers said, regarding the Emperor as a god and Sanguinius as the son of a god... Yinzikiel didn't think that they would always stay by his side and give to him.

Guidelines.

If gods really exist, they must be very busy. After all, there are so many people in the galaxy who need saving.

"Yinzi Kil."

A voice sounded behind him, as cold as ice: "Take your company and board the plane with me. Sergeant Cordos, you can return to the team. Your mission is to guard the airport."

"As you command, my lord." Cordos saluted and hurried away immediately.

The Emperor's Swords have already landed on the ground on another Thunderhawk gunship. There are not many of them. After all, some people must be left on the track to monitor the overall situation. However, no one will think that these Emperor's Children have fallen to the ground.

will be unable to perform their duties.

The Crimson Blades hurriedly boarded the plane with Crane, and the Thunderhawk gunship roared into the sky. After a violent turbulence, it was finally able to fly smoothly. The Thunderhawk is always like this, and riding it will always bear the turbulence.

.It's strange that no Mechanicus has tried to improve this over the years.

It's as if they have acquiesced that this bump is part of the Thunderhawk gunship's characteristics, which is simply unbelievable.

"Sir, what is our destination?" Sitting in his seat, Yin Qijier asked softly.

"here."

Crane raised his right hand, and a map was projected on the arm armor. The holographic image made everyone look over, waiting for the next step.

"Koma, the capital of Fenilos, is also known as Diamond in their local dialect. According to the results of surface scans, this is the place where Nurgle pollution is the most serious. Of course, there is also this rain...

....”

Crane paused impassively for a moment, everyone waiting, the loyalists watching him, wondering what motivating words the Primarch would say, as he had done in the past - but

He didn't.

He didn't do that, he was just silent, like someone who suddenly became speechless.

"...No, that's not right."

Finally, he spoke again, but his speech was extremely slow. At the same time, his eyes suddenly lit up with an icy blue light. The Thunderhawk's cabin wall began to emit an overwhelmed whine, and the roaring spiritual energy surged in the air.

This wild shouting was as if a thousand people were making their voices together, it was extremely noisy.

"Sir!" Yinqi Kil had no choice but to grab the strap and shout at Kelan. "Your Majesty, your Majesty, what's wrong with you?!"

Crane didn't answer.

There was a void on his face, as if his mind had been taken away. Maintaining such a terrifying expression, he stood up and put his hands on the bulkhead.

The solid metal immediately began to wail, and the ice spread rapidly from the place where his palm was attached, sealing the entire cabin in ice in just half a second. The bone-chilling cold air began to spread, even penetrating the life support of the power armor.

system.

Yin Qijier began to chatter uncontrollably - he tried to stay calm and violated his physiological reaction, but he couldn't do it at all.

It's really too cold.

"My lord? My lord?! You——"

"——Shh."

Crane quietly raised a finger, tilted his head and frowned, as if he was listening carefully. He did not explain or justify his actions. He just listened.

Then he suddenly activated his spiritual energy.

The howling wind outside the window was frozen in mid-air, and the heavy raindrops were also suspended. Looking out through the cabin window, it was as if time had been suspended. But in fact, it was not. Through the spreading

Ice, Yin Qijier can be sure that this is the power of Kelan.

The question is, why did this gentleman do this?

His questions were destined to remain unanswered, because Crane's expression was slipping towards the abyss. It was gloomy and cold, but there was a little hidden anger in all of it.

Like fire wrapped in ice.

"Unlock the straps, Crimson Blades." He said word by word. "Draw your swords, load them, and prepare for battle. Pilots, open the cabin."

"But this is in the sky, sir!" the Thunderhawk pilot yelled over the communication channel. "We can't fight in the cabin!"

"We won't," Crane said firmly. "Open the cabin."

The pilot finally succumbed to the will of his words, the cabin was opened, and the ice made way for the machinery. They were no longer strong, but easily broken. The door opened, but the raindrops did not pour in.

The Crimson Blades looked at the scene in front of them in shock. They discovered that above the sky and among the clouds, there was a road of ice condensing.

With a flick of his cloak, Kelan walked straight out of the cabin without saying a word. He hid his anger very well, but Yin Qi'er still felt it a little bit - the third company commander of the Crimson Blade was secretly frightened by this, and he

I have never seen Crane look so angry.

It is true that he buries his emotions, but he has never been so determined in the past, which makes people feel strange.

They followed him and walked out of the cabin with weapons in hand. There was a thick feeling under their feet, which was no different from stepping on the ground. The wind and rain stopped around them, dark clouds slowly surged around them, and the thunder eagle stayed

In place, the pilot made a nervous, unconscious little voice on the communication channel.

In such a scene, Yinzi Kil discovered the reason why Kelan was so angry.

He saw that on the other side of the ice road, in the clouds... there was a monster smiling at them.

"You are here!" it said with a polite smile. "My friend, I have been waiting for you for a long time! Do you remember me? The maggot-turned-butterfly, Nergos! I am here to offer you a gift

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