Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Russell saw rivers of blood flowing on the hot earth, and a huge black sun hanging high in the dome, scorching the endless skull mountains.

He also saw colorful transparent prisms and crystalline geometries growing wildly in Nurgle's garden. Prisms and diamonds took root in the decaying earth, seeming to turn the decaying field full of lilies into a crystal forest.

He then saw twisting circles filled with lustful desire, Slaanesh's palace of pleasure expanding in the etheric currents.

"The Emperor is stopping Khorne, Tzeentch is invading the Garden of Nurgle, and Slaanesh's goal is..." Russell looked strange, "Me?"

Of all the Chaos Evil Gods who came to rescue Nurgle, Slaanesh was the one who worked the hardest. The vast swathes of purple demonic realm ignored Nurgle, who was slumped in the field of lilies, and crashed directly into the unfolding hollow. At the cost of being siphoned into the void and annihilated, Tzeentch buys time to rescue Nurgle.

No, Slaanesh's purpose was not to buy time at all.

He came here just to be sucked by Russell. .

"Should we let Gray Feng dye his hair green when we go back..." Russell felt a chill in his heart.

Russell adjusted the gravitational field to avoid Slaanesh's Circle Demon Realm, annihilated and shattered the Crystal Forest of Tzeentch, stepped across the vast field of blooming lilies, and Nurgle himself was right in front of him.

The current form of Nurgle is no longer as majestic as it was originally, and has become much smaller. It used to look like a Nurgling that could be seen everywhere in the garden, sitting helplessly in a pool of corrupt ichor.

The Black Demonic Mansion was destroyed, the Plague Cauldron was overturned, and the Garden of Nurgle was carefully chopped up and made into relics by the Boundary Breakers to chew and eat... This series of events did great harm to the Plague God.

Russell came to Nurgle, opened a dark gap in his palm, and pressed it against his head.

At this time, Tzeentch exerted his strength. Prisms and diamonds grew rapidly, separating Russell's hand from the weak Nurgle. A two-headed birdman covered with blue feathers walked through the crystal jungle, using a bird The claws grasped the Plague God's loose flesh.

"Seeking death." Russell lightly erased the prism in front of him and held the birdman's claws.

The next moment, the great demon of Tzeentch, 'Korsos the Weaver of Destiny', died completely.

Russell expressionlessly crushed a handful of blue-purple bird feathers into ashes. The surrounding crystal forest shattered instantly, and there was nothing in front of him. The chief demon of Tzeentch bought time with his complete demise, and the weak Nurgle was snatched away by Tzeentch.

The decaying earth around him took on an ambiguous purple color, and Slaanesh stalked him again.

Russell raised his head and looked at the dark sun hanging high on the top of the skull mountain, with an indifferent expression as if asking: Can you do it?

The answer is - OK!

So Russell ignored the entangled Slaanesh, adjusted the gravitational field of the void, and broke into Tzeentch's demonic realm, which was an endless crystal maze.

Slaanesh tried to pursue him again, but the icy fire of the Black Sun halted the expansion of the twisted circle.

The Prince of Pleasure was furious and began to attack the Emperor along with the Lord of Skulls.

In the ruins of the Black Mansion, Mortarion was at a loss.

As the weakened Plague God Nurgle was forcibly kidnapped into the Crystal Maze by Tzeentch, Nurgle's garden, which had been scarred by the high-dimensional weapons of the Breakers, became even more fragmented, and pieces of decayed land were destroyed by the plane. The Ripper' tears into pure energy, filling the insatiable greedy mouth of the Boundary Breaker.

At the same time, Nurgle's ascended demon primarch, Mortarion, also began to show some 'changes'.

As Nurgle's power declined, the rotting insect wings on his back shrank rapidly. The Nurgling spirits and plague maggots that inhabited his body dried up and died, and the festering pustules on his skin also began to dry up and wither.

The blessings of a loving father are dissipating, and that’s not a good thing.

Mortarion knelt weakly on the ground, leaning on the long handle of his scythe and staring vigilantly at Elsa and Evelyn who were shocked by the fight between the evil gods. If Evrene wanted to kill Mortarion now, he would have no power to fight back.

Mortarion once led a company of Death Guard Plague Marines to fight against a small Necron dynasty. In that battle, the Necron who were defeated by the Death Guard activated the Exorcist Death Field, covering the entire battlefield.

The original body of the Plague Marine, who was blessed by his loving father, had long since rotted and necrotic. He survived in a twisted and bizarre manner thanks to the blasphemous power of the subspace. In the Exorcist Dead Realm, which was isolated from the influence of the subspace, the Plague Warrior's true form was revealed. The Death Guard company was nearly wiped out.

Only Mortarion managed to hold on without falling due to the strength of his original body. With great reluctance, he used his scythe to cut off the head of the Necron overlord at that time, closing the exorcism dead zone.

The situation now is very similar to that then.

The weak Nurgle was recovering his power, and the blessing of Nurgle on Mortarion was completely dissipated, leaving only a weak body riddled with holes that even the power armor on his body could not hold up.

——If you continue like this, you will die.

Mortarion knew this.

Efreni noticed Mortarion's weakness. After a moment of hesitation, she made up her mind and raised the Sword of the Crone in her hand. The slaying of a Primarch, whether pure or Chaos, would be of great benefit to the revival of the Eldar.

But then Elsa stopped her.

"Mother Goddess..." Efreni looked at the life grabbing her wrist in confusion, and saw Aisha shaking her head.

"I know, Mortarion, you are not a villain." Elsa said softly.

A tear fell from her cheek, dripping onto Mortarion's rotting skin. The original body's self-healing ability is already strong, and with the help of the goddess of life, Mortarion will be able to recover quickly.

Efreni silently put away the old woman's sword with a serious look on her face.

Elsa is indeed the compassionate goddess of life, but she is the goddess of the Eldar first and foremost, and then others. Would the gods of the Eldar really save a powerful Primarch who was extremely hostile to the Eldar for the nonsense reason of "not bad by nature"? of course not.

Ifreni could see that Elsa's motivation for helping Mortarion was not sympathy, but fear.

Fear of Russell.

Mortarion naturally also knew the real reason hidden under the appearance of harmony, but they all tacitly agreed not to say it out. Instead, they continued to stay in place in harmony, waiting for Russell, who had broken into the Labyrinth of Tzeentch, to appear again and bring the power of the gods. The end of the struggle.

Efreni silently grasped the hilt of the old woman's sword and called out the name of a god in her heart.

"The end of all things, the end of reincarnation, we respect and honor the venerable God, please spread your divine power on my shoulders..."