Chapter 130 130, The Possibility of Healing the Emperor

Aisha, as the goddess of life of the Eldar, is one of the few pure and kind gods in the universe.

The goddess of life, who was in the depths of the Nurgle Garden, looked at Mortarion and slowly said,

"Death, decay, rebirth, these are the authority of Nurgle. I can't compete with the authority of Nurgle, I can't solve the poison of decay, I can only suppress it temporarily."

Her voice was full of vitality, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"Take this away, it can help you temporarily, but remember, no matter what you want to do, you only have one chance."

A ball of light was thrown along Aisha's fingertips and fell into Mortarion's hands.

"Thank you for your trust. Even if you can't verify my words, you are still willing to give me the antidote." The moment he got the ball of light, the Lord of Death was ecstatic.

"This is not trust, son of Nurgle. I can feel your ambitions, they are so vigorous and full of vitality. Although I can't know what they are, it's a good thing for my situation. After all, my situation can't be worse."

A tear fell from Aisha's beautiful face.

She is the goddess of life of the Eldar, and also the most desperate god in the universe.

When Slaanesh was born and the Eldar fell.

Aisha witnessed all this happening, she could not resist the power of Slaanesh. As the goddess of life, she could only cry helplessly. She prayed to the gods, hoping to escape from the clutches of Slaanesh before she was ravaged to death.

Her prayers worked, and an ancient and great god heard her prayers.

But this god was not the kind of god that the goddess of life expected.

The kind Nurgle heard the goddess's painful cries and groans, and he realized that he had developed love for another entity, and he decided to do something.

For Aisha's freedom, he challenged the newly born Slaanesh to the gods and won the victory.

To this day, Nurgle is still obsessed with the goddess of life. The kind father occasionally forces Aisha to drink the soup he has just prepared. As the goddess of healing, no matter how poisonous the soup is, she can heal herself and quietly spread the antidote of these poisonous plagues to the physical universe.

The kind Nurgle did not imprison Aisha's freedom. She tried to escape from the garden of the kind father several times, but every time she walked to the edge of the garden, she would see the lustful eyes of Slaanesh, which forced her to stay in the garden forever and suffer from the plague.

"One chance is enough." Mortarion was happy about this, "It will play a vital role in my great plan."

After getting the antidote, he was satisfied and said goodbye to the goddess of life.

On the way back, he thought about the current situation.

"The Lord of Change is planning to break the structure of death and rebirth, and He is taking action for this. There will be fighting in the garden, and war will be fought in this damn greenhouse. Khorne and Tzeentch have formed an alliance. They are jealous of their father's gains and want to take away the Scourge Stars."

His son Typhons had already retreated first,

But Mortarion did not want to retreat. He even dragged the Plague Father Ku'gath to stay in the real universe together, disobeying Nurgle's orders.

"I must fight for the greatest freedom for myself, even if only once."

Mortarion muttered to himself in his heart.

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In Dukel's office, this should be the quietest place on the Heartfire at this time. In the huge space, there is only the rustling sound of the pen tip crossing the paper.

Even the nuns in charge of secretarial work are not in the office at this moment.

Only Dukel, who is constantly calculating something on the manuscript paper, and Magnus, who is placed on the desk.

"Magnus, do you think it's possible for the Emperor to rise from the throne?" Duker paused while moving his pen and asked, looking up.

"I think it's impossible." Magnus answered rigorously, "Today, I roughly understand what purpose that man had in creating me. If it was ten thousand years ago, I sat on the Golden Throne in his place, maybe it would be possible to save the human empire that has not yet stepped into the abyss."

"But now, everything is irreversible, Dukel." Magnus laughed strangely, "That man is dead, and now he is just a mummy on the throne. Once he is removed, a terrifying existence will be born instantly!"

"To be honest, brother, although you have been winning all the time, I never think that your current victory has any practical significance. You can win ten thousand times, win a million times, but no matter how many times, you can't really win hope."

"Because the hope of the empire has been cut off, not in the future, but in the past ten thousand years ago, cut off in the hands of your most beloved emperor. This is simply the most tragic joke in the universe! Hahaha."

Magnus laughed so hard that he didn't even look at Dukel-although he knew that he would probably beat him if he did so, he still wanted to laugh.

But surprisingly, this time Duker did not punish him for his words and deeds, but said seriously,

"What if we can heal the emperor's body?"

"Brother, are you sure you are not joking?" Magnus's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Am I the kind of person who likes to joke in your eyes?" Duke asked back.

"No, that's impossible, it's ridiculous."

"He is already a dead man, brother, even you can't revive a dead man."

"That's not something that mortals can do."

Magnus denied it again and again.

"You are right, resurrection from the dead is not a field that mortals can step into, even I can't do it." Duke sighed.

"So stop dreaming, brother, admit that you can't do anything about the current situation."

Magnus laughed again, and he seemed to be very happy to see Duke lose face.

"What if it is a god?"

But the other party's next sentence stopped his laughter again.

"The healing goddess of the Eldar, Aisha." As if afraid that he didn't understand, Duke spoke again.

"This is even more wishful thinking, brother." After a moment of silence, Magnus said, "This goddess is in the garden of Nurgle, and even the gods cannot covet her."

"But there is always hope, isn't it?" Duke smiled.

Boom! ——

At this moment, the entire Heart Fire trembled briefly.

After the tremor,

"Magnus, do you know where our destination is?"

"Could it be..." Magnus's red face showed a look of surprise.

"Yes, it's just as you thought." Dukel nodded,

"Nurgle's Garden."

"I knew it! Dukel, I knew it all along, you've gone completely crazy!" Magnus exclaimed, "The realm of the gods, how can you set foot in it?"

"If it were normal, I wouldn't do this either." Dukel said in a deep voice,

"But this time is different. Nurgle formed the Scourge and tried to reach out to the physical universe. He crossed the line, and everyone wanted to cut off his hand, even your master."

"Of course I won't be so reckless as to break into the garden directly. Before the time comes, I'll walk around the garden first." Dukel stood up, his huge body blocked the light in the room, and gathered into a pool of shadows.

He hung Magnus's head on his waist, "Let's go, take a look around the garden, I don't think anyone would have thought that we would suddenly launch an attack at this time."

The realm of the four gods is the largest in the subspace, and it is difficult to describe the power and scale they possess with any adjective in the world.

Nurgle's domain thrives with disease and corruption, becoming a garden full of plague, marsh gas, rotten stench.

Countless worlds have fallen into the garden, and their despair has become the nourishment for the garden to thrive, making the garden increasingly prosperous.

Under the protection of the mental force field, the expeditionary fleet gradually approached the edge of the garden, approaching these desperate worlds trapped in the garden.

At the same time, the voice of the report was also heard in the voice channel,

"We are approaching the demon world, Your Highness, and we will be able to reach the landing range in 22 minutes. The firepower system has been charged and is ready for long-range strikes at any time."

The captain's voice came in the voice channel.

"Very good, Captain." Dukel replied.

At this moment, Dukel and all the Doomsday Warriors gathered on the deck, their armor was as black as if it was soaked in blood under the light.

The angel of destruction, tall and proud. More than 200 angels gathered here, all of them were giants beyond mortals, gathered around the tallest of them, their genetic father, the original body Dukel.

Everyone held a chainsaw sword dripping with demon blood.

"We have only one purpose for this trip." Looking at his descendants, Duke said, "To give complete destruction, this time, no innocent people need to be saved by us, only unclean lives need to be destroyed by us."

In Duke's voice, more and more troops gathered near them, and on every warship of the expedition fleet, there were countless soldiers ready to go.

In the fleet of the Blood Angels,

Little Sanguinius was also eager to try after seeing this scene, but he was too weak now to participate in the war, which made him a little frustrated.

"Holy Father, I don't think this is a wise action."

Suddenly, Dante knelt on one knee in front of Little Sanguinius and said hesitantly.

"Wise?" The little angel asked in confusion, "My brother is fighting for the Empire, and you are considering whether it is wise to do so?"

"The Primarch is the representative of the Emperor and should not put himself in danger." Dante explained, "I think nothing is more important than your safety. If you participate in this war, your guard will be weakened."

"Dante, don't say any more." The little angel interrupted, and at this moment, his face showed a maturity that did not match his age, "This is a fight for the Empire, a war against demons, it is not the time to consider gains and losses!"

"Go, win the war for me, this is an order."

Dante lowered his head and dared not look into the other's eyes in these childish voices, "Yes, father."

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Under the command of the Primarch, a huge army poured into many desperate worlds trapped in the Garden of Nurgle.

In order to deal with the demon army of Nurgle, the nuns led by Ephilar and the priests of the State Church jointly formed a Crusader Army.

The long years have proved that faith is the most powerful weapon for mortals to fight against Chaos.

Dukel and the Doomsday Warriors rushed to the forefront of the battlefield. For them, there is another important task in this war.

That is to absorb as much essence of the demons as possible, create more Argentum energy, and prepare for the next war.

"For the Emperor, for the Empire, in the name of Sanguinius!" With Dante's battle cry, the Blood Angels also joined the battlefield.

Each desperate world trapped in the garden is a festering combination of forests, swamps, vegetation, and green lands, ravaged by diseases, embodied by unclean life.

It is full of diseased mud and worms, and the air is filled with thick smoke and buzzing flies.

Those huge, hairy flies flap their wings, making buzzing sounds, hovering in the dark and thick clouds under the lightless sky.

The faces of the cultists are twisted with pain and joy. They are enduring the pain, thanking Nurgle for the gift, and longing for true ascension.

The plague jungle with flesh and blood, swollen fungi and wildly blooming flowers squeeze each other. Everywhere is dripping with stinking liquid, entangled worms and disgusting bursting bubbles.

Fountains of rotten bones gushed out from the lake formed by the green plague fluid, and the towering flower buds are like swollen balloons, and every contraction will spray gray-green filthy poisonous mist.

A cheerful voice echoed in these desperate worlds. It was the singing of the demons that were rotten and full of plague. The singing never stopped, praising the father's heart and selfless love for all living beings.

Even though Duke's army was protected by the mental force field, they felt a little palpitation in such a situation.

This is a place that mortals cannot set foot on. It is the periphery of the garden blessed by Nurgle. Let alone launching an attack here, being able to come here as a living person and leave as a living person is an amazing and great feat for mortals.

Except for the believers of Nurgle, no living creature can move freely in this garden without the help of protective equipment.

Even under the protection of the mental force field, the built-in filtration system of the power armor is constantly sounding the alarm.

There is no air here that can be breathed by humans. The air is full of plague pathogens. As long as humans take a breath, they will be completely corrupted in a few seconds.

The sudden intrusion of the expeditionary corps caused the demons who were having fun in the desperate world to fall into a brief consternation.

They stared at the human army with their triangular eyes, and for a time they thought it was some new type of hallucination caused by inhaling too much methane.

It was not until humans shouted and rushed in front of them that many demons dared to believe with difficulty that a mortal army had actually entered the Garden of Nurgle.