Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Ron slowly raised his head and saw tears falling like pearls on the face of the goddess of life, Aisha.

That is a woman with all the beauty of life, one cannot help but pity her.

Her pleading eyes stared intently at him, as if she had a thousand words to express.

Elsa's eyes flashed with longing and helplessness, like a silent plea.

Hopefully he will understand and respond.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to freeze, leaving only the two of them staring at each other in silence.

ah?

Ron was a little confused. Isn't this a nightmare fantasy created by the power of Slaanesh?

After coming out of Slaanesh's palace, even though he blocked Slaanesh, he was still being corroded.

Fortunately, with Little Sun's resistance, these nightmares did not have much impact on him.

Ron originally thought that this dream was caused by the power of Slaanesh again, but now it seems that there are other powers involved in it.

He could feel that the Mengsha in front of him was a real existence, a prayer from an endless distance.

That real connection has gone beyond dreams. It seems that the goddess of life is contacting herself through this phantom.

In other words, the goddess of life invaded the dream in some way.

However, she didn't speak.

"Who, you are talking..." Ron finally couldn't help it and said.

Aisha, the goddess of life, stared at him for a while without saying a word.

It really makes me anxious.

So, the Riddler is really annoying.

Finally, Aisha seemed to have control of this illusory body, and her eyes became lively.

Just when she was about to speak, her eyes showed a hint of panic.

The next moment, she became dull again.

With Elsa's temporary departure, everything in the dream was suspended, and only Ron could move.

Time to stop?

Dreams are weakly connected to the Gardens of Nurgle due to Elsa, the goddess of life.

Therefore, he could vaguely see the shadow projected from Nurgle Garden in the void not far away.

Ron saw Elsa's slender figure in gauze sitting on the thorn swing in the garden.

An illusive and fat dark green figure is approaching.

The figure was carrying a bowl of smoking soup, staggering over, followed by a group of cheerful, singing and dancing Nurglings.

Damn it, Father Nurgle?

Ron was a little panicked. After all, the goddess of life had just contacted him secretly, and now Nurgle was here again.

If he was discovered, he would be doomed.

Ron tried his best to hide in the clouds nearby to hide himself and avoid being discovered.

Although he knew that the shadow in front of him came from the Garden of Nurgle in the endless distance and was not completely real.

But who knows.

He is Nurgle, after all, one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy.

The subspace energy here is relatively active. Who knows whether He will find himself across the endless distance.

Not everyone can bear the wrath of the Pure Love God of War.

At first, the goddess of life could not bear the torture of Slaanesh and prayed to other gods for help.

Then Nurgle appeared on the thick cloud of poison. He charged for love and beat Slaanesh hard at all costs.

Rescued the goddess of life.

As for why Nurgle fell in love with Elsa, the goddess of life, maybe it’s because they both have authority over life and harvest, right?

Although Nurgle's love was unbearable, Elsa's situation did get a lot better.

Except for drinking the poisonous soup brewed by Nurgle himself.

Of course, Elsa is not subject to many physical restrictions, and she also wants to escape from the Garden of Nurgle.

But once she steps out of the garden, she falls into the clutches of Slaanesh.

For this reason, Aisha can only continue to pray to the outside world, hoping that other gods can save her.

Ron pulled a cloud slightly to block him, and looked at the huge shadow that was approaching through the gap.

Suddenly, he realized that his behavior seemed a bit like Lao Wang next door?

Isn't this just hiding in the closet...

Thinking of this, Ron hid himself even more tightly, and it was better to stay close to home.

Facing the Four Evil Gods of Chaos, one cannot be too cautious.

If he is discovered by Nurgle, he will be in trouble!

"I'm numb..."

Ron sighed, what kind of weird plot is this!

Could it be possible that this was also designed by Slaanesh?

As Nurgle's shadow approached, Ron could see changes taking place in this illusion.

Because this dreamland has a weak connection with Nurgle's Garden, the power of plague spread by Nurgle is eroding this place.

The white clouds turned dirty, twisted flowers and vines sprouted out of thin air, and a large number of pustules spewed venom.

Nurgle is indeed the God of Plague. Even just a shadow can have such a terrifying impact.

What's even more troublesome is that the signs of erosion are gradually spreading towards his hiding place.

Ron realized that he had underestimated the power of the Chaos Evil God before.

As expected, you cannot just enter the realm created by the evil god.

Even dreams that exist in the mind are very likely to be eroded.

After all, subspace is the spiritual projection of everyone, and the erosion of chaotic power often starts from thinking, and then gradually spreads to entities in the material world.

In other words, if he was eroded in the dream, his body in reality would most likely mutate.

This is why the power of Slaanesh frequently pulls him into dreams, just to corrode him.

In fact, Ron had no choice, because he was almost always forcibly pulled into dreams and had no way to voluntarily escape.

Now he could only pray to the Goddess of Life to quickly finish the bowl of soup and send Nurgle away.

Otherwise, we will be in trouble when the power of the plague comes over.

In the garden, Nurgle handed Elsa a bowl of steaming soup.

Then He stood quietly aside, looking at his beloved goddess with expectant eyes, as if he wanted to get her appreciation.

In order to get the other party to leave as soon as possible, Aisha drank the steaming plague soup in her hand without hesitation.

As the soup entered her stomach, the plague virus quickly broke out in her body, and her body began to undergo drastic changes.

Countless rotten branches squeezed out from under Elsa's skin. They twisted, entangled, and dripped with thick poisonous juice.

However, as the goddess of life, Elsa has extremely powerful healing and restorative abilities.

This was one of the reasons why Slaanesh took a fancy to her, after all, it would allow her to inflict endless torture on her at will.

Forever.

Soon, the corruption and mutations caused by the plague virus were gradually suppressed by Aisha's powerful life force.

The corrupted tissues fell off and disappeared, and her body slowly returned to normal.

Those twisted branches and dripping sap disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

This result seems to disappoint Nurgle?

After all, in his opinion, the fact that the goddess of life Aisha could recover so quickly proved that this plague soup was a failure and the effect was very poor.

You can leave now, right?

Ron looked forward to it.

However, Nurgle soon recovered from his depression and became happy again.

He raised his hand and waved gently.

Accompanied by the music played by the rot flies, the little Nurglings danced happily in front of the goddess.

As the Nurglings danced, so too did the garden's rotting bushes, twisted vines, and swollen flowers.

The entire garden seemed to be plunged into a sea of ​​joy, and the poisonous fog of plague became thicker and thicker around it.

Nurgle stood quietly in the middle of the orchestra, looking at the goddess of life from time to time.

Looking forward to seeing her smile.

It can be seen that He is trying hard to please the goddess and make her happy.

However, all he got was indifference. The goddess of life still sat there indifferently without any response.

Sure enough, a self-motivated licking dog will never be able to win the favor of the goddess.

What Nurgle didn't know was that there was a pair of hidden eyes watching every move between him and the goddess.

Everything he did was seen by Ron.

"Hi~ What a terrible dance, it hurts your eyes..."

He didn't expect you to be such a loving father and god of plague. He felt that his impression of Nurgle had been refreshed.

It seems to be true love without a doubt.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Nurgle faction, it is a beautiful and joyful dance, and it is also one of their favorite things to do.

But in Ron's eyes, it was just a bunch of rotten flies and mosquitoes buzzing around.

A group of Nurglings with rotting bodies and rotten plants were dancing around.

As she danced, the stinking poisonous juice spilled by those rotten tumors almost splashed onto the goddess of life.

But it can be seen that they are indeed very happy. After all, they are from the Nurgle faction and love each other as a family.

Ron complained, becoming more and more anxious. The longer Nurgle stayed, the higher the risk that he would be discovered.

He didn't want to become like that.

after awhile.

emmm…

"This song actually doesn't seem that bad. It sounds pretty good?"

Ron listened and became immersed in it, his body swaying slightly to the beat.

There is indeed something about the music played by those rotten flies.

Damn it...

Soon, he reacted and shook his head suddenly.

This is a sign of corruption!

Ron came back to his senses and saw that everyone was numb.

I don't know when, the power of the plague has eroded the surroundings, and he was almost surrounded by those twisted vines, flowers and plants.

This is the power of plague emanating directly from Nurgle!

At this moment, he couldn't even smell the rotten smell, and even felt the faint fragrance of flowers.

Immediately afterwards, Ron felt a little numb and itchy, but he felt a little comfortable.

He murmured:

"It's over now..."

This is a sign of deep erosion. I didn't expect it to be eroded even after sleeping. It's an unthinkable disaster.

Sure enough, anything that has anything to do with the Four Gods of Chaos is extremely dangerous.

Ron scratched the itchy spot on his arm, where a rotten colorful mushroom visibly grew.

Phew~

He took a deep breath and pulled out the colorful mushroom. Greenish blood oozed from the wound.

The next second, two colorful mushrooms grew out of the wound.

Hey guys, it’s a humanoid mushroom petri dish, right?

Afterwards, Ron felt that his vision began to blur, as if there were tiny maggots drilling around in his eyes.

This wave should be his second experience of deep corruption.

It feels too sour.

Ron's mentality can still be stable.

Because he found that there was nothing strange about his body inside the Black Stone Throne.

Even the clones on the research ship were fine. It was only the consciousness inside the clones that had been corrupted.

As long as he could maintain the stability of his consciousness, not accept Nurgle's concept and theory of life, and not completely fall into it.

The power of the plague cannot invade the material world and cause corruption to the clones and even the original body.

Moreover, the power of the little sun can temporarily suppress the power of these plagues, but it consumes more energy.

But he didn't dare, as this would most likely alarm Father Nurgle.

Ron was very anxious: "Then why doesn't the God of Plague leave? Isn't the Goddess of Life already annoyed if he doesn't see her?"

After all, the longer Nurgle stays, the higher the risk that he will be discovered.

As time passed, the corruption deepened.

Ron's body is covered with dense twisted plants, blooming and bearing fruit, dripping with thick venom.

The dark green fruit blocked his view, so he picked it off easily, hesitated and then took a bite.

Mmm, sweet.

Anyway, the body is covered with corrupt plants, so it doesn’t matter if you eat a little.

Just when Ron couldn't stand it any longer, the God of Plague finally staggered away.

But he did not stand up rashly, but waited for a while to confirm that the other party was gone before standing up.

At this moment, he was like a human-shaped rotten bush and flower.

"Huh~ I'm scared to death"

Ron quickly mobilized the energy of the little sun and used the life energy contained in it to resist the power of the plague.

With continued investment of energy.

Those rotting plants gradually withered, fell to the ground and disappeared.

However, soon, those rotten plants grew again, like spring weeds.

It seems that his power is not enough, and the power of the plague is not so easy to remove.

"This wave of blood loss, my energy!"

Ron was in a lot of pain, but he had no choice but to continue to consume the energy of the little sun, wearing it down little by little.

At this time, he suddenly felt a gentle and abundant life energy approaching.

Just being close makes people feel better.

That was Aisha, the goddess of life. She returned to this dream and regained control of the body that appeared in the dream.

Elsa stepped into Ron's sight lightly, her movements were gentle and graceful, and her shadow looked hazy and charming under the veil.

But that is not deliberately created lust, but the light beauty of life revealed inadvertently.

Green grass and small flowers grew where she passed, and soon the grass and flowers spread.

The green grass covered the original rotting plants and was fragrant.

Ron could feel the air around him cheering as the goddess of life approached.

Aisha looked up, her clear and bright eyes filled with a touch of expectation and desire, but also full of tenderness and warmth.

At the same time, there is still a trace of curiosity.

She is indeed the goddess of life. Just standing there is enough to make people's hearts flutter.

After all, she has the tolerance and beauty of a mature woman, as well as the innocence and curiosity of a girl.

To put it simply, she is an elf beauty, with the figure of a royal sister and a little bit of girlish temperament.

It embodies the beauty of all life.

Not only is her appearance beautiful, but her life essence is also attractive enough.

No wonder several gods were obsessed with her and abducted her at great cost.

Ron saw Elsa stretch out her slender fingers and gently hold his hand.

The touch is like the warm sunshine of early spring, warm and soft, and at the same time exceptionally smooth and delicate.

Before Ron could react, Elsa slowly held his hand to his chest, and every movement was full of delicate tenderness.

Hiss~

His hand almost sunk in.

Hey hey hey!

What is the goddess of life doing?

Nurgle has just left, and we are doing this. Isn’t it a little bad?