Chapter 942: The Manifestation of Nurgle

After cutting open the thick outer skin, a Space Marine who had completed the transformation was revealed. His skin was pale and full of sores, and his fat was thick and greasy. By any standard, it was of high quality. Then the other Plague Marines put on the rusty armor that had been washed seven times in the dirty river of Nurgle for him, and hugged each other to celebrate his becoming a member of the Death Guard.

Now that the environment is better, there are fewer forces to harass them in farming, which makes the Death Guard plant surprisingly many soldiers in the fields. If Mortarion is given a few hundred years, it is not a foolish dream to plant seven million warriors.

Mortarion stayed in a secret room in his flagship Endurance. This was his private space, with only plants of various shapes clinging to the walls and ceiling. It was very quiet here, without the giggling laughter of Nurgle spirits, and without the annoying buzzing of flies.

Mortarion retracted his huge pale flesh wings, sat in front of the table and fiddled with the sand table. He was using the knowledge he had learned to plan the building so that the feng shui of the building complex would be better.

Life should have a sense of ritual. This is the truth that Mortarion has learned after spending more than 10,000 years in the warp.

Gulp, gulp, a crucible placed in the corner of the wall inexplicably produced liquid and then boiled. Mortarion stood up and walked over, and found a flower bud slowly emerging.

Opening the flower bud, it turned out to be a hilt with a golden demon face, and a small note written by Nurgle himself was attached to it.

"This thing is quite interesting, I'll give it to you as a gift!"

Mortarion frowned. The act of his father giving him a gift reminded him of the time when the Emperor took him to choose weapons.

"I don't need these things." Mortarion exhaled dully and took the hilt out of the flower bud with great disgust. The moment he held the hilt, he heard the voice of Draconian bewitching him.

"Hold me! Liberate me! We will be the end of the empire! Let countless humans tremble in our shadow!"

The magic sword was very excited. He could feel the powerful nature of Mortarion as the primarch, which was a great power that Abaddon could not reach in his eight lifetimes.

But Mortarion still did not look good at Draconian's invitation. He did not like this kind of demon weapon with too strong self-awareness.

And Mortarion glanced at the decoration on the hilt. He did not like this decoration either. The golden light was quite eye-catching. So Mortarion placed the hilt on the anvil and tried to repair the appearance of the hilt with the blacksmith's tools in his hand.

Draconian was very anxious. He originally had the ability to transform at will, but after Lin Fan shouted, he was directly fixed. This made him unable to change his form no matter what he did.

Motarion knocked hard for multiples of seven seconds, and found that the appearance of the hilt did not change, and his interest was even lower. He would not use this thing that did not conform to his aesthetics and was not auspicious in design.

Alas.

Mortarion sighed, and seeing that this was a gift from his loving father, he did not throw away the hilt casually, but just tied the hilt with vines and hung it on the wall and ignored it.

He sat back at the table again and began to fiddle with his sand table.

And Draconian on the wall looked at Mortarion's back with resentment.

Why is his luck so bad? Just freed from the hands of a jerk, and ended up in the hands of another jerk?

He never knew that his fate of being sent here was all expected by Tzeentch and the Deceiver. Draconian's release means that the end of the empire is coming, which is of no help to their next plan.

At least for now, they don't want to force the human empire into the end of the world. And Mortarion, who is full of ambition and has accomplished nothing, naturally became the next holder of the magic sword.

When Nurgle just gave the hilt to Mortarion, he finally found that the taste of his carefully prepared soup was a little wrong.

He sniffed and felt that the fragrance was too obvious. So he wiped his hands on his buttocks, put his hands together and rubbed them hard on the crucible.

The dead skin mixed with many unspeakable substances sank into the soup, suppressing the fragrance that had just risen.

Nurgle nodded with satisfaction, then found a large spoon and stirred it a few times and scooped a spoonful to taste it.

"Huh? What are you?" Nurgle looked at Lin Fan who was tumbling in the spoon and couldn't help asking, and Lin Fan also heard a disgusting voice with a grumbling throat and phlegm calling him. At this time, he had just crawled out of a large white maggot corpse that could swallow the Hope battleship in one bite.

Who called me?

Lin Fan looked left and right, and the only thing that filled his field of vision was the yellow-green clouds steaming from the filthy ocean and the mosquitoes and flies in the sky.

Seeing Lin Fan looking around, the kind-hearted Nurgle called him again.

This time, Lin Fan finally found the source of the sound. He looked up at the sky and saw seven hazy and incomplete light spots hanging in the decaying sky. At first, he thought these were the unlucky suns that were sucked into the warp.

"Is it Nurgle?"

"Yes, my dear child. Are you lost? You can't stay in the pot any longer." Nurgle stretched out a finger towards Lin Fan's position, trying to make him jump out of the soup in the spoon.

And this finger was too big in Lin Fan's view. The core of the Golden Ark was not even one ten-millionth of this finger. The ripples caused by the fingertip gently touching the surface of the soup created a huge tsunami over a hundred meters high. Lin Fan barely dodged the crest of the tsunami with the help of his light spear, and then climbed onto Nurgle's finger.

Is this a finger? Looking around, there was only a complex ecological structure composed of hills, mountains, swamps, and jungles. If you said this place was a planet, Lin Fan would believe it.

Lin Fan was surprised by the size of Nurgle himself. He had never seen such a big scene when he met other gods before.

In order to get closer to Lin Fan, Slaanesh actively compressed his body. If you really want to measure the full picture of Slaanesh, you have to take into account the palace of indulgence and many entertainment venues she built next to the throne.

The same is true for Khorne. Although he was angry when he beat Lin Fan, he still had the moral integrity to transform himself into an armored humanoid that Lin Fan could understand. If Khorne had given up the moral integrity, he would probably turn into a pool of blood with no end in sight to fight with Lin Fan.

As for Tzeentch, Lin Fan had never seen Tzeentch, and even Tzeentch demons were rare. The only one he often met was Rocasna.

Then what about the God Emperor? The Human Empire itself is the God Emperor.