Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

These are the subordinates of the New God! ——Only power! No emotion! No soul! To put it bluntly, they are a group of subspace soulless beings! Although this conclusion is ridiculous! But, in Nurgle's view! The things that are currently killing its children and burning its territory are a group of endlessly weird, soulless things condensed from the power of the ‘cursed’! To expel these things, it must be filled with 'soul', but...!

Nurgle hesitated when he thought about the inevitable fate of his descendants who fought against those things!

"Grandpa God, let me go. I will use my plague to wipe out all those hateful things that are unwilling to join us and bury them in your garden."

Because they feel the grief of their Father God, as long as they are currently active in the Garden of Nurgle or can quickly return to the Garden of Nurgle - even some who are supporting the ritual in the material world - the Great Unclean Ones have already surrounded them. By Nurgle's side, cheer for their most beloved grandfather god, and try to bear the pain of grandfather god. Among them, Kugas, the Great Unclean One who was favored by Nurgle the most, directly requested that he personally lead the troops to destroy all those things!

"Are you stupid, Kugas, don't you know why Grandfather God hesitated? Those things were condensed from the power of that hateful guy, and they don't have souls yet! Fight them, even if you win, the result will be huge Brothers cannot return to the cycle of loving fathers! Do you want more brothers to die on that useless battlefield?”

Before Nurgle could reply, Rainfather Rotigos, who had been spying on Kugas's position, sneered and spoke - as one of the great demons of Nurgle, he often travels to the outermost areas of the material world to spread Nurgle's glory. , Rotigos can be said to be the being who best understands the meaning of the word 'human nature' among the great demons of Nurgle, and therefore, he is the only great demon who can see why their grandfather god is in so much pain.

"But we can't watch Father God continue to suffer like this! There must be some way to solve...solve this problem!"

Kugas, who was snatched away by Rotigs, almost couldn't catch his breath. However, he had to admit in frustration that Rotigs was right - even if he was as powerful as him, he wouldn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to fight against those things. Return to your loving father completely, not to mention those weak demons, especially the Nurglings. I am afraid they will be gone the moment they touch those things, right?

"I believe that Grandfather God only has judgment. We just need to wait for orders."

After laughing and saying this, Rotigs walked straight to the side, hummed a tune and planted the plant seeds he carried with him. Seeing Rotigs so leisurely, Kugas felt more and more sad.

"Loving father... there must be a way, right? Loving father?"

25. The Battle of Nurgle’s Garden—Nurgle’s Choice

Shake the triple bell in your hand with all your strength.

Enduring the heartbreaking pain in the soles of his feet, he moved step by step on the land that was no longer fertile, trying in vain to wake up his brothers who were no longer able to wake up.

He loudly praised his loving father with an almost wailing voice, calling on the ubiquitous power of subspace, trying to bestow the gifts of the great grandfather god on these invaders in front of him.

However, everything is mirror image.

Although the great demon Nurgle can clearly hear the sigh of the grandfather god, even though the great demon Nurgle can feel that the grandfather god is still watching the battlefield with pity, even though the great demon Nurgle knows that the great power of the grandfather god is lingering all the time. They are left and right. However, these indifferent guys in front of them, no matter how hard the unclean ones try, how they talk, how they show their fatherly love, they still silently raise the weapons in their hands - viciously using that kind of deeds that should be used. The cursed power burned his brothers...

"No-no-please-don't-you-all of us are family!"

Finally, after seeing the last great unclean person besides myself,

The miserable scene of slowly falling in the churning golden flames, and hearing the words of praise for his loving father that his brother murmured even before he died, the Great Unclean One who led the team finally completely broke through his defenses ', began to wail in the true sense, large tracts of filthy tears were shed in the air that was no longer moist, and the eyeballs filled with germs fell to the ground along with the tears, rolling and dragging a sticky trail - —Fungi and weeds quickly sprout, grow, and flourish in the mucus driven by the powerful life force—

Then they were burned by the golden sparks floating in the air and became part of the smell in the air. As the lives that grew up in the mucus were terminated, the wailing Great Unclean One also found that there was only thin air left around him. There were only three or two Nurgle demons scattered around - and that's not counting those trembling Nurgle spirits!

"die."

"die."

"die."

"die."

The heavy and monotonous words merged into echoes that shook this battlefield, and even blocked the voice of the loving father Nurgle. Looking at the wisps of ashes floating in front of his eyes, he felt the terrible fate that he would inevitably encounter. The emotion called fear gradually entangled the heart of the Great Unclean One. The Nurgle Demon's movements began to panic, and the Nurgle Demon's steps began to move backward.

"No, no, I don't want to die, loving father - save me, loving father, save me!!"

However, even if the Gray Knights' punishment force field weapons all pierce its body, even if the blades of the Imperial Guards cut its heart together, even if the assassins' weapons destroy its other organs, even if Asta Especially, the artillery fire of the Astra Militarum and the Adeptus Mechanicus completely ended its life, and it still could not wait for the answer from its loving father.

It was as if the omnipresent Lord of all things had really given up on these poor children.

——————————————The war is over——————————————————

The smoke has not yet dissipated.

The smell of burnt protein or something similar still lingered on the tip of my nose.

There are potholes everywhere on the ground.

And a sigh that seemed to linger in the air for a long time.

Soldiers with weapons patrolling the roads, the Emperor's Death Angels guarding key areas, the engines of various war weapons roaring, technicians at all levels of the Mechanicus Adeptus Mechanicus are overhauling the weapons that have not yet dissipated the smoke, and auxiliary soldiers are assisting. Servants carry supplies, and servo skulls fly on the battlefield to perform data transmission tasks. Although there are no ups and downs of the aircraft, all of these very finely outline a normal scene, a larger-scale war. Later, the Empire took control of the position and began to transform it into the defense line the Empire needed.

If you ignore the endless rancid forest in the distance.

"...It's weird, Father N really just saw all these demons from his family swarming here? Didn't he send follow-up troops?"

Switching to the descending body, Liang Feifan, who controlled the company commander of the Imperial Fist, quickly moved his hands in front of him, and used the construction system attached to the descending body to arrange the platform boxers under his command to build with the things they could touch around them. A simple line of defense, while muttering with other hammer guys - in the imagination of these hammer guys, according to N's father's super protective character, they rushed into the Nurgle Garden to kill and kill Nurgle to their heart's content. It is completely unrealistic for the insulted existence not to be dragged by Nurgle for another wave of 777 times 777 demon phalanx. However, even if they burned the last one, the leader of the demon who came to fight them this time, to ashes with extremely cruel methods, the Nurgle jungle in the distance was still calm - no, it was not just calm, it was really calm. Even the flow of blasphemous power has become much smoother!

"It shouldn't be. According to GW's settings, the realm of the God of Chaos and their demons are part of their body. If we make such a big fuss, can Father N still hold back?"

The oil guys who were cooperating with the eggs were helping the God of Choice repair Commissar Sister's war machine, tapping the floating screen in front of him, going through the reading process with a clang, and thinking hard in his half-empty mind about why Nurgle let him go. Its territory was burned by its own group without a care - it is true that the N thing has the core concept of stagnation and eternity. The problem is that being stagnant after being slapped in the face is equivalent to seeking death, right?

"Why are you thinking so much? If it doesn't come out, we can just continue to burn it after preparing it. According to the parameters Trazin gave us, we have to do this for more than ten rounds to get the subspace parameters of the Minoite system. Suppressing it to the point where it can be misplaced - having said that, it would be really cool if Father N sent more things for us to burn, and we would have completed the task standing up."

Abathur, who had a great time racing, was still unsatisfied.

"The reduction value that ordinary big demons can provide is just that, unless Father N comes to send a few gods, the Great Unclean Ones, or even its deputy Kugas or Rotigs, otherwise, Maggot Father has a certain reputation. It’s barely okay.”

Because of the advantage of the Oil Man's chess piece, Egg, who had been paying attention to the ups and downs of certain data, responded to Abathur in a muffled voice, pointing out that his idea was actually quite "fanciful".

"Instead of believing that Nurgle will send some of its favorite demons to us to perform a show-off game, I would rather believe that it will send the demonic primitives of the Death Guard to play with us. After all, no matter what, The moth is also there

Having worked under Big E, in Father N's ​​eyes he should be better at dealing with us, don't you think so? "

"Abathur, show some respect! Mortarion is the chief divine champion of the Death Guard! You actually called him a bastard!"

"So, do you think the real master of the Fourteenth Legion will come to play with us?"

"Typhons? He has not fully ascended to the devil. He should not be able to move freely in the realm of Nurgle. To say the least, he is here, but it is difficult for him to bring in other more ordinary death guards? Then As long as a fallen existence does not completely give up the real body, wandering in the Four Gods Realm for too long will basically lead to death. "

"Typhons can still come. Although he can't move freely in the realm of Nurgle, as long as Father N gives him a license, he can still dance around for a while - if I meet him, I will definitely let my men Use the chess piece to blow up the pipe behind him!"

"Don't think about it. Typhons is probably the weakest of the Four Gods when fighting alone. His ability is only for torturing people when fighting in large groups - if he comes to fight with us all by himself, I'm afraid he won't die. I don’t know the AOE.”

"That means we won't be able to meet the real Lord of the Death Guard. What a pity -"

As Abathur said the name of a certain disgraced original body, the atmosphere in the Hammer chat room suddenly became joyful. Of course, after having fun for a while, the Hammer guys brought the conversation back to business. Huan;:Welcome "in?"!In?【,!night;attack";'s":month:?Fei.'qun;:]:.6;9?.4?:9.,3:""6 !,1:3";5?."

"Why hasn't Big E's curse moved yet? Is there something we need to suppress here?"

"I don't know, Big E has to assume his most annoying identity to show his strength here. Maybe he needs a coordination buffer."

"Anyway, continue to fight against the defense line. Whether Big E comes or not, we have to continue pushing after repairing it. No problem - Huh?"

Liang Feifan looked at the readings in front of him and suddenly spoke in confusion.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"The Nurgle subspace reaction line is receding, and the Nurgle forest close to us in the distance is indeed withering - what is this guy thinking?"

————————————The dividing line of chaos————————————————

When the war between the ancient gods and the Necrontyr first sent the turmoil of the real world into the subspace, when the chaotic concepts flowing in the subspace were outlined by the call of the emotions of the world and the fusion of the soul. Existence', when these existences sit on the throne that symbolizes the highest power in the subspace, the stormy waves in the subspace no longer have the possibility of calming themselves - the wills of chaos collide with each other and control the mortal world. The projected emotions serve as a trigger, stirring up vortexes that can tear apart the hearts and souls of a large number of mortals, trying to annihilate everything except themselves in order to become the 'only' - the energy in the subspace follows the movement of these great beings. The rise and fall of will creates eternal war.

However, now, the blood god Khorne, who is sitting on the throne of the skull, is a little surprised to find that in the subspace, the domain of his dirty and unmotivated 'brother' has inexplicably shrunk - - This kind of thing has never happened before. The territories of the four gods are intertwined. Whoever gives up a little will definitely take some away - give up the territory voluntarily?

Even Tzeentch has never done such a thing!

“Ehehehehehehehe————”

Just when the Blood God was about to summon the great demons under his command, and use a vanguard force composed of eighty-eight legions to attack Nurgle's territory and explore Nurgle's strength, a voice that disgusted people and ghosts came through. It penetrated the curtain of the subspace, cut through the burning sky in the Blood God's domain, and was accurately transmitted to the Blood God's side. In an instant, the anger of the Destruction Supreme, who was born in the bloody fire of massacre and rage, surged up. , making the sky in the realm of Khorne a little brighter.

"Are you here to deliver your skull? Tzeentch?"

"My skull? Do I have a skull? Or maybe I do? If you get my skull, how do you know if it's real or fake? By the way! Slayer! It's not just me this time Yes! And they’re coming too!”

After a nonsensical speech, Tzeentch used his usual jumping logic to easily transfer the topic from his own skull to another matter. Before Khorne could raise his hand, he could talk to this person in his eyes. The waste came with a 'pure man's impact', and two other sounds followed the path opened by Tzeentch and were transmitted to his domain.

"Why----------"

"ha!!!!!!!"

"Nurgle—what happened to your realm?"

After discovering that it was not only Tzeentch who came to find him, but also Nurgle and Slaanesh, the direction of Khorne's rage also changed - although as the concept of rage, Khorne likes most of the time. It uses the simplest and most direct way to solve problems, but this does not mean that it does not know when and what to do is the optimal solution.

"He...divided himself, and his servants are both reality and illusion - I can't do anything, I can't do anything -"

As he spoke, Nurgle's voice actually sounded a bit like he was wailing, and after Nurgle finished speaking, Slaanesh also let out an elegant roar of unknown meaning - of course, it was clear that this

Most of the time this guy spoke just to find excitement and Khorne selectively ignored it.

"He ascended the seat?"

Khorne is confused—according to the latest intelligence it has learned, nothing unexpected happened on Terra.

"Boarded, but not boarded - we don't know the method, but the answer is probably this - that's it! Slaanesh and I have verified it, verified it!"

Tzeentch's words were confusing, but Khorne still roughly understood what this guy meant.

"Interesting, this means that His soldiers will be different from ours. His soldiers will have fewer restrictions than us. However, His state means that His soldiers have a fatal flaw - Na Guilty, your realm is being burned by Him?”

"yes........"

"I know why you came to me - Nurgle, we can help you cut off the roots of his troops that are burning your realm and make the great game fair again. However, you have to provide the troops yourself."

After saying these words, Khorne suddenly activated his power, letting it spiral into the chaos of the High Sky, and Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh also followed Khorne's wind, and respectively After releasing his own power, with the combined efforts of the four dark gods, a long and narrow 'tunnel' was briefly generated in the subspace. The starting point was erratic, but the end point pointed directly at the Mandeville Point of the Minot Galaxy.

"Let your strongest troops in the real world gather together in time, Nurgle - let me enjoy a war!"

"Let me appreciate a change!"

"Let me taste every detail of war!"

As the passage was torn apart, the voices of the other three gods of chaos sounded almost at the same moment, rolling over Nurgle's cauldron, telling their demands to the Lord of All Things. After expressing his gratitude to his brother for his "helping hand", Nurgle immediately tried his best to send an evil and sad sigh to the real universe - seven worlds were instantly plagued by the plague, and seven more people were dead. The world began to flourish again - the sighs turned into swarms of flies, hovering in the ears of Nurgle's anointed one, speaking to him and lamenting to him.

"...."

Typhons, who was leading his men to turn an empire's hive world into a father's garden, was silent for seven seconds. He left the imperial political commissar with only one breath left in his hand and turned around to leave the land he was surrounded by. Trampling the land until there was no future, his subordinates also raised their weapons and silently followed Typhons away - it is true that as long as the final sacrifice is completed, the Death Guard will complete the complete pollution of the world, however , Grandfather God’s request is always the first priority.

“All the troops are assembled—the end point has been pointed out to us by Grandfather God.”

26. Intermission: Arrival of Typhons

subspace.

In this dark galaxy, navigation through subspace has become the navigation method chosen by most civilizations that have developed to a certain level and want to cross the vast sea of ​​​​stars. This navigation method of walking in the unreal realm allows ordinary people to People ignore the vast majority of physical distances and physical obstacles between the starting point and the end point, allowing them to easily cross the Milky Way in years. It can be said that without subspace navigation, there would be no glory of many space civilizations.

However, the inherent problems of subspace navigation have been with it since its inception, and until now, no one has been able to solve them - because these problems are a reflection of the nature of subspace, the chaos and turmoil of subspace itself, The characteristic of transcending the real timeline makes subspace navigation a method of navigation with a probability of death of almost 10% based on big data - in fact, this data may be higher.

However, at certain times, subspace navigation is safe and efficient, especially when four of the most powerful destructive powers in subspace work together to open a path, the safety factor of this cursed road will increase to close to One hundred percent - well, the reason why it is close is that the Destruction Power is moody. Isn't it common sense?

(intense flash)

(The Terminal took the lead in leaping out of Mandeville Point)

(Following other Nurgle warships emerging from Mandeville Point)

"Report damage."

Typhons, the Lord of the Destruction Demon Flies, leaned on his weapon and sat on his throne. Hidden behind what was probably a helmet, the mutated and distorted face was staring at what might be pupils floating in front of his eyes. With his living control panel, he began to issue orders to his fleet with his already distorted voice like a death knell. At the same time, he quickly turned on the scanning system of the Terminus and accurately retrieved the current status of the fleet. In less than seven days, In seconds, he got first-hand information on the current status of his fleet.

"Because two battleships merged midway, the number of remaining battleships in the fleet is nine. Adding all the battleships together, the number of combat-effective mortal combat units is 8,888, and the forty-nine Death Guard combat teams are intact, because One Warp Shock Daemon Engine has been lost, and the remaining number is six..."

Looking at these numbers in front of me, which are so obvious in the subspace sense, even though Typhons has been wreaking havoc in the real universe as the herald of Nurgle for thousands of years, his mind is stuck for a second - nine 876 gathered together, did the gods of the subspace agree that they arrived in this galaxy? What secrets does this galaxy hide that the four gods gave themselves the green light to do?

Of course, seven minutes

Finally, Typhons, who conducted a complete scan of the galaxy, was relieved of his doubts - even overjoyed.

"Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Dear father! I didn't find such a galaxy shrouded in triple blessings! I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong!!"

Because the appearance of the Minot system in front of Typhons was so shocking to Nurgle's Chief Chosen God, his mind was stuck for seven seconds this time. When he woke up from a series of foggy illusions, After coming over, the former Death Guard Captain who had brought endless pain to the empire began to give orders to the fleet non-stop, telling the fleet to ignore the engine capacity and rush in overloaded. He could see with his spiritual power. It's very clear——

If you move slowly, this magical galaxy will be decoupled from the realm of the great Grandfather God, and then nothing you do will be of any use!

——————————————The dividing line of the figure king——————————————————————

In the past two days, Trazyn the Endless has been in a good mood.

Well, as a Necron, strictly speaking, it is impossible for him to have any emotional fluctuations. However, what it is going through now really makes this person who collects all the history of the galaxy, his job is Solemna. The curator of the Sri Lanka Art Museum was too fast and the logic circuit of the Necromancer was so exciting that the human emperor sitting on the golden throne personally took action and summoned his troops in order to prevent the galaxy he was currently in from falling into That chaotic subspace launched a supernatural war with the original Annihilator. How could such a war not be worthy of being recorded by me as a recorder? How could it not be worthy of a scrap of my collection as a recorder?

Of course, Trazin the Endless is not without its difficulties. In fact, the collection expert has now begun to plan where to place the records of this battle in his own museum, and has also planned what he wants to do in this galaxy. Take something away.

"Well, after everything is over, what should I collect? The Chapter Master of the Astartes? It's a bit bad. Although his Chapter carries the key to its decline, he is not the protagonist. Choose some books Taking away the natives of the galaxy? This is even stupider - damn, can I only take away some of the relics of the Imperial Inquisitor as a souvenir of this battle? No! I must take some other things with me. The glory of this battle cannot be recreated in my museum—alarm?”

Just as the figure king was flipping through the things that he might collect in this galaxy, he was going round and round in his own logical circuit to formulate how different collections should be placed in his museum, and he was filtering through them again and again. When it was reasonable to think about what things should be taken back, a series of information suddenly entered the core of its thinking, reporting to the Necron Overlord the latest situation of the Minoit system, and showing him the Death Guard's warship heading towards Mi. The scene of the arrival of Noit 1.

"...Very good. Although there is a lot of unnecessary trouble, a collection that can commemorate this battle has been delivered to my door."

Although it was a bit regretful that he had neglected to block the Mandeville Point and allowed a bunch of wrong things to enter the galaxy, the Endless One quickly adjusted his mentality and began to mobilize his troops. As the Necron overlord's matrix orders came into effect one by one, the functioning Necron facilities sleeping under the entire Minot 1 star began to wake up, and several of the Necron's iconic crescent-shaped ships rose out. It touched the ground and rose out of the sky with a feeling that violated 'basic mechanics'.

The 'vanguard' of the fleet pointing directly at Typhons.

27. The Battle of Nurgle's Garden - The Cursed Shadow

"Hello, Trazyn the Endless, I think my chip - ah, I forgot what I look like now - could you please repeat the information you brought us?"

"According to the number of your human empire - the Fourteenth Legion Astartes - a medium-sized fleet of the Death Guard has appeared at Mandeville Point in this system. According to my comparison in the database, the flagship is the final "Yanhao."

Trazin the Endless sat on his throne, tapping his fingers on the data jumping in front of him, stabilizing the communication with Hammer Man, and transmitting the battleships that its fleet had captured that had appeared at the edge of the galaxy. appearance. Among them, a thing that looks more like a rotten behemoth rushing out of a nightmare than a battleship is particularly eye-catching - anyone who knows the owner of this battleship will realize the moment they see this battleship. The disaster of Typhons has come to the star field, and Nurgle's claws have reached into reality through its chief god.