Chapter 609 Prayer

I have opposed the Emperor.

I have doubted the Emperor.

I have loathed the Emperor.

I have hated the Emperor.

But facing the deep horror of the Warp, facing the mad shells of my brothers under the control of the evil gods, facing all the despair and pain in the universe, I finally understood the Emperor's helplessness.

His brothers were deceived. The Warp Ocean has never been benign. Even if humans only step into the most insignificant shallows, there are deadly predators hunting. The bigger the soul, the greater the harm. Horus was once the greatest soul among them, so his fall was the most profound.

He was devoured, dismantled, and thrown into the entertainment of the evil gods' endless games, and he will never be redeemed.

But at least. These people should be redeemed.

They are the children of this dark age, and they have seen nothing but hardship, hardship and endless conflicts in their lives. Despite this, they still unite under the banner of the religion that the Emperor hates the most and fight hard, even if they are surrounded by enemies.

And what about him? Chagatai thought so. He had seen a better era, a glorious period from backwardness to progress. Although the rebellion destroyed all ideals in the end, at least he had seen the mottled light.

"How willful and stupid I am." Chagatai held the golden double-headed eagle in his hands and held it in front of his chest. Perturabo had already vaguely guessed what Chagatai was going to do.

Sighing, Perturabo also knelt beside Chagatai, his hand on Chagatai's hand, and the two recited the contents of the Emperor's Proverbs in unison.

Their praise undoubtedly set an example for the Space Marines and other mortals. They knelt on the ground and recited the contents of the Emperor's Proverbs at the speed of the two Primarchs.

The unanimous praise aroused light, resisted the pollution of Nurgle, and returned the original appearance of the ship. Although the curtain was weak and incomplete, the spiritual barrier of faith was being rebuilt. Celes, Roca, Chagatai, and Perturabo created two nodes, and they compensated each other and exchanged the power of faith.

In the warp, the God-Emperor who was fighting fiercely with Khorne also heard the praises of Jaghatai and Perturabo. He sighed helplessly and didn't say much, and rushed towards the violent and ferocious Khorne again.

Tzeentch looked at the rise of the power of faith excitedly. He took out the last bit of the power of faith submitted by Carlos and poured them into Roca's body.

Roca opened his eyes, and the power of faith reverberating from his body surprised Celes. Such a magnificent power of faith can only be gathered from thousands of order worlds.

Roca has become the core of the power of faith. Chaghatai looked at Roca's golden body and sighed to Perturabo, "Times have changed, we should be more pragmatic."

"Yes, we should be more pragmatic. For the Emperor! For my father!"

The power of faith expanded in Roca's body, forcing his demon soul into the corner of his body. He was about to be burned alive by these powers of faith, but he was still waiting for Tzeentch's order.

The principal won't abandon him like this. He is still useful! He can become the most critical chess piece in the principal's endless plan!

Under the influence of this thought, Rocasna jumped up from the corner where he was hiding. He embraced the power of faith and let the flames burn the golden feathers on his body.

Finally, when Nurgle's big hand was completely above his head, Tzeentch gave him a clear order.

"Cut him off."

Roca raised the scepter of the state religion, he screamed in pain, and his whole body was covered by golden flames. These flames were guided on the scepter and turned into a curved flame razor, flying towards one of Nurgle's fingers.

Lin Fan no longer knew where he was on Nurgle's finger. Facing the endless despair of the past, present and future of the entire universe, he could only swing his fist, swing his fist again and again, and hit deeper and deeper again and again.

He saw the flame razor cutting in in this turbidity, and the light created by the razor finally allowed Lin Fan to see a solid in the turbidity of endless despair.

Is this a bone? Is this the essence of Nurgle?

Lin Fan was not aware of this, but for him, this solid object was the only one that was out of place in this muddy land. He raised his fist and smashed hard against the pale surface of the solid object.

"Ah!!!"

Nurgle felt the excruciating pain, which even made him subconsciously retract his hand. Nurgle looked at his hand in pain and found that one of his fingers had disappeared.

He urged the power of despair to reshape his body, but failed to do so. He suddenly realized that this finger had disappeared forever, and one percent of his endless power had disappeared forever.

From then on, as the lord of decay and the kind father of all things, he could only meet his offspring with 99% of his incompleteness.

Nurgle felt heartbroken and angry, and he swore that he must find out who completely cut off his finger. He looked carefully at the scars of the broken finger and found only a circle of golden flames burning.

"You again. You annoying bastard again!" Nurgle was furious. He didn't even bother to help Isa retrieve the body of the War Lord. He walked directly towards the Emperor's throne. He must ask for an explanation.

Lin Fan didn't know what changes had taken place in the Warp. He only knew that after he broke the solid, the liquid despair surrounding his body was fading. He felt that he was floating in the universe. In front of him was a floating green finger. Apart from looking disgusting, it did not emit any terrible Warp corrosion.

It seems that everything has come to an end? But Tzeentch doesn't think so.

Roca's body has turned into a piece of charcoal. He carries too much power of faith, and he is heading towards a dying end inside and out. But Tzeentch will not let the demon soul in Roca's body die like this. He has not yet completed a key link in his grand plan.

Now. All the gods have been weakened. In order to avoid becoming the target of public criticism, Tzeentch must actively give up some of his power.

But he is not going to put these abandoned powers into Roca, but into the finger that Nurgle broke away from.

"Despair and hope. Stagnation and change. Ebb and flow. Endless." Tzeentch plucked out a feather, which also meant 1% of his infinite power. He trembled with his hands, as if he was making the craziest decision, "If you want to get something new, you must give up the old. It's that simple."

Tzeentch, who made up his mind, threw the feather at his finger. The next moment, an explosion from the distant past swept everything.

The new Grand Sage of the Mechanicum, Ainz Ooal Gown (to be honest, the shit he did was considered weak and merciful in the eyes of the Mechanicum)