Chapter 634: Laughter

"My suffering children! Accept my gift!" Nurgle smiled kindly, gently pinching the dropper, and a drop of extremely clear and transparent liquid was hanging at the dropper.

Because of the call of the loving father, the sick Nurgle believers woke up from the drowsiness and fatigue of the high fever. They walked out of the sewers and sewage outlets where they lived and spread the teachings of the loving father to their suffering brothers and sisters.

The homeless wandering on the streets who were about to starve to death, the mutants struggling to survive at the bottom of the nest, and the slaves working hard under the powerful, they heard the sound of the rusty bells of the Nurgle believers.

Because of the approach of the Nurgle believers, these people had new diseases on their old ones. The pain and bitter life were tormenting them and making them unable to breathe. The towering church would not open the door to this group of filthy people.

A man succumbed to Nurgle's gift and asked the great father to free him from the sea of ​​pain. The father readily agreed, so this desperate man got more diseases, and the outbreaks and conflicts of various diseases made his body swell and rot.

Although it looks very scary, when he really survived the test brought by multiple diseases, the heavy pain in his body disappeared, and only waves of generous sharing came from the depths of his soul.

There are more and more followers of Nurgle, expanding rapidly from the bottom of the hive. Compared with the skull-collecting activities of the Khorne Cult that do not distinguish between enemies and friends, the hedonism of the Slaanesh Cult, and the selection of the Tzeentch Cult that emphasizes quality over quantity, Nurgle has the largest number of potential followers.

The father does not care who you are, nor does he care whether you are useful or not. As long as you accept the gift of the father, you will be a member of the family.

"For the gift of the father! We need to transform these fallen worlds into paradise-like gardens!"

The followers wrapped up the zombie-like people, they built altars with filth, and began to summon more amiable gardeners to help them with their work.

Faced with the stench from countless worlds, the God-Emperor issued a revelation to the troops stationed on the world.

The astropaths and legal psykers in the army claimed that they had received the revelation of the great God-Emperor, and they would go to the bottom of the hive and cleanse it layer by layer.

The bishops of the state religion mobilized the fanatical crusades and battle sisters, carrying deadly promethium flamethrowers, and walked out of the magnificent church with the servitors and battle slaves who needed to atone for their sins.

The ships of the Inquisition stopped above the planet, and they dropped their troops down, and kept an eye on the degree of warp corrosion on the planet. When the situation got out of control, it was time for them to sign the extermination order and fulfill their duties.

Although they received the gift of Nurgle, these zombies were nothing more than paupers, although their dirty claws and broken iron sticks and kitchen knives carried deadly germs. But they couldn't even get close to the firepower network formed by the imperial army, and could only rely on their relatively durable flesh to move their steps little by little, and died in waves of unwilling gasps.

Nurgle saw batches of children being burned to ashes by flamethrowers and smashed to pieces by bolters. He glared at the God-Emperor and denounced his cold-bloodedness.

The God-Emperor said nothing and continued to give revelations, pointing out more Nurgle altars for the Empire's troops. At the same time, he sent colony ships caught in the warp storm to these planets to replenish the population on the planets.

Seeing the God-Emperor's disregard for human life, Nurgle could no longer hold back his anger. He threw the liquid hanging in the dropper to the mortal world, using this sick rain to save those poor people who were sinking in the darkness.

Tzeentch witnessed all this from afar. He contained the flames that the God-Emperor had just shot and replaced them with the fire of faith provided by Carlos. He blinked his eyes, and the rope-bound spirits appeared, which turned into a torch-like cage under Tzeentch's construction.

This Holy Flame of the Emperor will be very useful in the future.

But Rocasna should really speed up.

Tzeentch cast a glance and threw away the replaced Fire of Faith. The obelisk that bombarded the Shield of Faith lost all power and turned into fragments in the counterattack of the Primarchs.

"Get ready, Rocasna."

Rocca shook his body violently. He woke up from Tzeentch's strange whisper. When he saw the scene around him, he only saw the battle sisters and the Crusaders with reverent eyes.

Celes expressed his undisguised recognition of Rocca's piety. Everyone present was happy, only Dorn frowned, looking quite gloomy like Perturabo in the past.

Should it be like this? Why do I feel something is wrong?

Orikan was thoughtful. He calculated the fluctuations of the obelisk losing energy several times just now. There was always a data that looked strange to him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Maybe this place was influenced by the Star God. There was a bystander sealed in the tomb, a trickster hanging above his head, and a skinner who was unknown whether he was dead or not outside. Such a small place could gather three Star Gods, which was enough to be recorded in the War in Heaven opera and spent energy to reproduce it.

Trazyn and Orikan walked over the wreckage of the obelisk and walked towards the top of the building. They finally saw the huge yellow eyes of the trickster.

"Welcome! Welcome!" A background music came, followed by a weird laugh, and the laughing god in strange clothes appeared in front of everyone.

He looked tall and thin, and his overly long and curved nose looked like a round wheel, and the tip of his nose was also a little too sharp.

"The laughing god? Why is he here?"

"He is not the God of Laughter, he is just a damned fun-loving person who likes to make trouble!" Tarasim yelled, but the God of Laughter just laughed violently with his body shaking, without any intention of replying.

After a long time, the God of Laughter said leisurely, "Do me a favor?"

The God of Laughter pulled his hand down, standing on two fingers like the thumb man that children play, but the God of Laughter's hands are more flexible, imitating people's movements vividly, and can even directly dance complex dances.

"You foreign gods! Don't block our way!" Perturabo aimed the cannon at the face of the God of Laughter, but the God of Laughter didn't seem to want to fight, just controlled his hands to dance an absurd and funny dance.

"Thank you for watching! You are really my good audience! I won't ask you for tickets this time!" The God of Laughter happily rolled himself into a ball, bouncing and disappearing.

"What does this mean?" Chagatai couldn't understand, and could only look at Iverene, hoping that this Eldar could give him a reasonable explanation.

Ivrene frowned. She didn't know much about the Laughing God's dance, so she could only decipher a few words from the dance just now.

"Don't kill Slaanesh."

One of the few units in Warhammer that was directly pointed out as an Iron Man was ur025 in Blackstone Fortress.

The background also mentioned the surviving Stone Man, who was a veteran on the bottom of the navy ship. When the Chaos Space Marines broke in, this guy tore them all apart with his hands.