Chapter 136 136, Watch Out, Nurgle. This Is How the Goddess of Life Uses It! (Long Chapter)

The core of Nurgle Garden, where there is the most abundant and prosperous beauty in the High Heaven, and the eternal stagnation of peace. But at this moment, the brilliant golden light belonging to the Emperor pierced the tranquility of the garden like an indestructible spear, and fought against the thick poisonous clouds in the sick sky.

Two beings beyond mortals, facing each other in that indescribable dimension, fighting incomprehensible battles.

And in the sky above the core of the garden, an equally dangerous but visually more intense war was going on.

Even without command, the Imperial Fleet led by Dukel entered a state of full firepower, and the high-temperature hot melt laser with cutting properties poured over the sky of the garden like a torrential rain covering the world.

These scorching lights pierced the plague fog in the garden, making a sizzling sound of burning and smelling, and tens of millions of lasers cut everything here at a very fast frequency.

The dazzling light flashed all the time, so that the naked eye could not see it clearly.

Along with these lasers, there were macro cannons with a diameter of hundreds of meters and the same density. With a whistling sound, they hit the surface of the garden heavily, causing the ground to collapse like a tsunami in the ocean, like a heavy punch that destroyed the world.

The flames of the white phosphorus incendiary bombs had just gathered when they were dispersed by the aftermath of the world-destroying cyclone torpedoes.

In this infinitely vast kingdom of God, everything in the garden was suffering from the destruction of mortal firearms and turned to ashes in the anger of mortals.

In just a moment, the anger of war was infinitely sublimated until it rose to a white-hot state.

"Emperor!"

Dukel roared, his finger pointed to the sky, to Guilliman, to the golden light behind the giant,

"Everything is destroyed!"

"Kill!" His fighting spirit burned everything around him, and his courage kept colliding in the plague air. With a war cry, he led the ground troops and rushed to the garden baptized by artillery fire.

"Charge! In the name of the Emperor, everything is destroyed, everything is allowed, only for this moment, only for this glorious moment!"

Dukel shouted, the singing chainsaw sword in his hand danced with his body, shuttling across the battlefield at a speed that the Space Marines could not see clearly, and blood and flesh flew wherever he passed.

His essence was constantly liberated in the killing, his body became taller and taller, and the red flames stirred everything around him.

This is the core area of ​​the God of Plague. The process of wanton destruction here will also produce corresponding results in the physical universe.

In the physical universe, countless deadly plagues disappeared inexplicably.

One by one, the terminally ill patients suddenly sat up from their beds.

When someone asked why these terminally ill patients were cured without treatment, the answers they gave were miraculously unified.

-In their dreams, a tall giant was laughing wildly and chasing filth, like driving a flock of sheep; and burned the stubborn diseases in their bodies with red flames.

"Hahaha!——"

Dukel laughed wildly, enjoying the carnival to his heart's content. In the garden of God, he wantonly ravaged God's believers and hacked and killed everything in front of him.

Plague Apostle? Kill!

His body, which had stretched beyond the mountains, ran forward. The Plague Apostle who blew the elegy was instantly trampled by his huge iron feet and became a dye smeared on the flesh and blood.

Plague Lord? Kill!

His footsteps went straight forward, completely ignoring the Plague Lord who was like a hill blocking him. His huge body carried an unstoppable force and instantly smashed the Plague Lord into pieces of rotten meat.

Great Unclean One? Kill!

A Great Unclean One who was as tall as the mountains blocked his way. Dukel's charge became more and more rapid. He instantly came in front of the opponent, grabbed the opponent's fat and ugly head, and dealt a series of heavy punches.

The power fist exerted a force that was enough to destroy the world. In the violent and dense heavy punches, the Great Unclean One was like a small boat in a rainstorm, with no power to fight back, and could only endure.

One punch, two punches, three punches

The heavy punches continued to hit the head of the Great Unclean One until the opponent's head exploded like a watermelon, and the fat body was completely rotten.

Eldar? Kill!

The next target appeared in Duker's vision, and he knocked the Eldar in front of him to the ground with one punch.

At this moment, the Eldar in the universe, no matter where they were, fell to the ground and wailed as if they had suddenly been hit by a heavy punch.

Seeing that the seemingly weak alien could withstand his punch, Duker's murderous intent became stronger, and he took a step, raised his huge steel foot, and was about to break the opponent's spine with one foot.

Just as he was about to do this,

"Wait brother, this is not a demon! This is an Eldar!!!" Magnus, who was hanging on his waist, suddenly screamed, and a thunder surrounded him.

"Father, please calm down!"

After seeing this scene, Dumu also reached out and grabbed the scarlet cloak of the Primarch with all his strength.

"Your Highness, this is not our enemy!"

Saint Efilar, who showed the posture of a living saint, also vibrated dozens of meters of flaming wings at this moment, streaking across the sky of the battlefield like a fire meteor, blocking the Primarch.

Compared to Dukel, who was enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the top of the mountains, Efilar, who was less than two meters tall, was like a butterfly emitting flames. But despite this, she still stretched out her delicate arms and desperately pressed against the forehead of the Primarch.

With so many obstacles, Dukel, whose eyes were full of violent murderous intent, showed some confusion at this moment,

"What's wrong with the alien?" His angry breath gathered into two rising flames, and his charging body paused, asking with a thunderous voice. "Your Highness, please take a closer look at her. She might be the person you mentioned before the battle." After hearing Efilar's reminder, the rising flames around him calmed down a lot, and Duke looked over carefully. He saw a slender and tall Eldar woman in a veil lying on the flesh and blood ground of the Garden of Nurgle in an indecent posture. Of course, this slender figure was only compared to himself. In fact, the other party's figure was not much inferior to his, and the energy in her body was equally vast. She was an existence far beyond mortals. "Eldar goddess? Aisha?" Duke called in a low voice, and then he remembered the existence of the goddess of life. But the other party did not respond - after his previous heavy punch, the Eldar had been knocked unconscious. Duke leaned down, turned the other party over, and revealed the other party's face. After seeing that conceptual, beautiful face with all the beauty of life,

Oh my god, it's really her.

Duke thought in his heart that even if he had never seen the other party, he could basically confirm the other party's identity through this face.

At the same time, his face also showed some confusion-shouldn't the goddess of life be in the deepest part of the Garden of Nurgle? How could she suddenly run out and accurately block his charge?

What's the difference between this and blocking a mud truck at full speed?

It's simply ignorant of life and death!

Seeing that the goddess of life had completely fainted and lost the ability to move.

Duke didn't think about it, and directly and roughly carried the alien on his shoulders.

"Continue our journey, keep charging!!!"

Duke carried the goddess of life and roared, and the red flames rolled back again.

But just when he was about to charge again.

"Buzz--"

The entire domain of Nurgle began to tremble violently, the sky collapsed, the earth agitated, and an unspeakable anger manifested in the entire garden.

Trees and swamps, the earth and the sky, everything is building up the fury of their masters in this infinitely vast realm.

The next moment, the demons in the garden, so dense that there was no end in sight, quickly retreated like a tide.

The Plague Ark, which was entangled with the Imperial fleet in the sky, also retreated at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into black dots in the sick sky.

When the last Nurgle demon disappeared without a trace, the Imperial warriors were stunned in place, showing a bit of confusion,

"Is this over?"

Some people looked at the empty garden, stunned.

"Damn, can the demons escape?!" Someone shouted unwillingly, and the celebration in the garden came to an abrupt end as if the stop button was suddenly pressed, so that the guests were not satisfied.

"Win! Another victory! Under the command of the Warmaster, we will once again expand our territory!"

The Blood Angel's Dreadnought Mech frantically planted the Imperial flag in the core of the Nurgle Garden.

Dante looked at this scene helplessly, just when he wanted to say something.

Boom——

As if the sky collapsed, a terrifying sound suddenly rang out. Between the sky and the earth of this garden, the sound was so loud that it was simply shocking.

The next second, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

It was as if the day had turned into a gloomy night in an instant.

All the people in the Imperial Legion looked up unconsciously.

The next second, everyone opened their mouths in an instant, their pupils widened in shock, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their breathing almost stagnated.

A hand that covered the sky and the sun, as if it was boundless, blocked everything in their vision.

The sick sky pressed down all of a sudden, and the boundless plague fog was instantly crushed.

Those huge, smelly and rotten fingers were like countless planets connected together. Even if they were separated by countless dimensions, everyone could still see that they were covered with countless dense plague cysts, and the traces of rot and corruption were clearly visible.

"Nana. Na."

"Nana Nurgle"

"Dukel is yes yes yes Nurgle."

After seeing this scene clearly, Magnus, who was hanging on his waist, as a Primarch, stammered as if he had seen an incredible scene.

In his voice, there was also great despair.

Dukel's body, which was as tall as the mountains, was like an ant under this big hand, and his huge head looked at the sick sky.

His millions of eyes opened at the same time, and he could clearly see that when this big hand fell, the two supreme beings who were originally evenly matched in the mysterious latitude broke the deadlock at this moment-as if they had caught a gap, the golden light pierced into the poison sac of the plague like a sharp sword.

He could even hear the sound of bleeding from the unnamed land.

Therefore, he was even more shocked,

"Is Nurgle crazy? Even if he was stabbed by the Emperor, he still wanted to slap me?!"

He showed an incredible look, and couldn't think of the reason why the other party did this.

"I'm sorry, my son."

At this moment, a solemn voice full of divinity appeared in Duke's mind with an extremely abstract concept.

And in this message, the Primarch also resolved his doubts in an instant.

He looked at the goddess of life carried on his shoulders,

"So it was for a woman."

Duke sneered disdainfully.

He had not expected that snatching the goddess of life would make Nurgle lose his composure.

The Plague God was desperate to stop him from snatching and to take back the goddess of life.

For this, he even did not hesitate to be stabbed by the Emperor.

However, considering that Nurgle had challenged Slaanesh for the goddess of life, Dukor felt that all this was inexplicably reasonable.

At this time, there were thousands of voices in his mind apologizing to him. That was the voice of the Emperor. This attack had already left the place where the gods were fighting. Even the Emperor could not block the wrath of the Plague God for the Primarch in time.

And the attack of the true god, even if it was a casual attack in the battle, was not something that a demigod could contend with!

"God? Just a dog." Dukor's fighting spirit was not extinguished because of this. Although he did not have the power to contend with the true god, it did not prevent him from curling up his mouth with disdain.

"Grandfather, forgive me. Please forgive me"

In the hidden jungle of Nurgle's garden, Mortarion knelt on the ground.

Witnessing Nurgle's wrath, he kept begging for forgiveness like a child caught making a mistake.

"Hahaha, it turns out that gods can also be angry." In the Empire's legion, some soldiers laughed as they witnessed the miracle in the sky.

"Die in glory, may we meet again under the throne."

"I have a question that I have been holding back for a long time. Which bastard stole the cans I stole from the Son of the People?!"

"It's me, what's wrong? The cans taste really good."

"It turned out to be you, bastard! We are brothers from the same hometown, how could you do this?!"

"Yes, we came from the same hometown, we are as close as brothers. I can safely give my life to you on the battlefield, but cans are absolutely not allowed!"

"Damn bastard! I will duel with you under the throne!"

"Hahaha, okay, when we return there, right in front of His Majesty, I promise to beat you to a pulp! Crybaby!"

In the despair of the end of the world, the soldiers of the Empire's legion walked side by side with their fighting brothers. They gathered around Dukel from all directions, and everyone had no regrets on their faces, and they all looked calm, as if they were not facing a dead end, but a pleasant journey.

"Your Highness." Efilar came to the Primarch with the Fate Eagle Banner in her hand, and said gently,

"Your Highness, we are not afraid, death is our duty. But you can't die here, you are the pillar of the empire, the leader of the warriors, and the hope of the empire."

She handed the Fate Eagle Banner to Dukel, "In the dirty domain of Nurgle, the think tanks cannot open the teleport. But I tried, and only your flag can open a passage to leave here. This passage is not stable, and it can only accommodate your strength to pass through."

"Your Highness, we will escort you away for the last time."

Efilar looked at the master she served with a gentle smile and some nostalgia. After saying this, her wings of dozens of meters waved again, and her whole body burned with scorching flames.

The flames burned fiercely, as if to burn out the energy of every cell in her body.

She flew above the nuns, raised her arms and shouted,

"Burn, sisters! Let us sing one last song."

"For the Empire, for the glorious Lord of Destruction!"

"For the Empire! For the glorious Lord of Destruction!"

"For the Empire! For the glorious Lord of Destruction!"

At this moment, all the nuns who joined the Heart Network burned their blessings to the extreme, and they lit up the sky-high flames together.

The pious and pleasant singing drifted out from the flames, making the soldiers of the Empire couldn't help humming.

Unfortunately, the singing didn't last too long.

Dukel's mountain-like body moved. He reached out and held the saint flying in the sky in his palm, and extinguished the flames lit by the nuns.

"Your Highness, why is this?!" Efilar knelt on one knee in his palm and asked in panic. The ceremony was interrupted and the last escape route was cut off. This made her face anxious and tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

"My girl, when can you command me?!"

Duker taught.

"But, Your Highness"

"He won't leave. He has made a decision and cannot change it." Magnus said dully, "Brother, I will be killed by you."

His huge single eye looked up at the sky, at the shocking palm that was pressing down from the sky at a rapid speed, and his face was ashen.

The end of the plague has arrived.

"It's your honor, brother."

Duker's mouth curled up a smile, and he also looked up at the sky, the light in his eyes was almost crazy.

One, two, three.

Duker counted silently in his heart, and with the numbers in his heart, he became more and more crazy. As he continued to count, his essence was boiling, everything around him was burning, and the red flames all over his body suddenly surged.

Twenty-two!

When he counted to this point, the void was trembling, as if countless invisible shackles were instantly broken, and the accumulated flames spread out, reaching the end of the sight for an unknown distance of tens of thousands of miles.

Rumble——

The divine power was like a prison, like a plague hell-like palm, descending faster and faster.

The suffocating sense of oppression arrived instantly.

Before the hand of the God of Plague really touched it, the whole garden had already begun to boil, like boiling hot water, countless bubbles continued to rise, and a large amount of fine rotten smell rose to the sky.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the speed of the palm's descent was getting faster and faster.

Dukel could even see the worms twisting on the surface of the rotten palm.

70 million meters

7 million meters

700,000 meters

Dukel's majestic body stood, like standing on the top of the mountains in the center of the world.

70,000 meters.

The palm was getting closer and closer.

"Get up!" In an instant, a crazy voice like thunder exploded from Dukel's mouth, and his hands were raised instantly.

Boom

The huge palm fell instantly, pressed down all of a sudden, and collided with Dukel's hands.

The terrifying power that could not be shaken at all swept through the whole body instantly along the palm.

Millions of deadly plagues combined into vicious vines that spread all over his body.

The majestic demigod's body suddenly cracked, and countless cracks covered his body like spider webs.

The red flames, as thick as liquid, flowed out of these cracks like blood.

Duker's knees were bent in just a moment.

But he did not give in. His eyes were filled with endless madness and blood red.

Violent voices continued to burst out of his throat, like a series of thunders, in the sky that mortals could not look directly at.

Duker roared, bursting out all his strength, using all his strength.

Gnashing his teeth.

"Hold on. My son, hold on."

In his mind, thousands of crazy voices were calling his consciousness.

At this moment, Duker suddenly pulled back his hands and waved his fists continuously. He wanted to fight back, fight back, fight back!

Until he smashed the oppressive palm, or died!

His hands shattered, his flesh and bones were all corroded and turned into broken powder.

Without his hands, he used fire to condense more arms, carrying his anger.

Countless arms, countless heavy punches, just like his endless anger,

"Fuck, die!!!!"

Boom boom boom! ——

It was like the gods were beating his war drums, and the drums were continuous.

If one punch can't beat the opponent, then hundreds of punches, thousands of punches, and tens of thousands of punches!

In the end, the huge palm stopped descending.

It suddenly exploded in the sky, turning into a thick and lingering poisonous fog, engulfing the original body.

"Did our master win?"

"He really took it."

The shouts of countless people resounded through the world in an instant, and countless people looked up and looked nervously at the poisonous, thick fog.

The heart was deeply shocked.

At this moment, Dukel's voice turned into a hoarse and crazy roar, and spread out, "Watch out for the God of Plague!"

As his voice spread out, everything in this world, whether it was demons or humans, was trembling.

Countless emotions were bursting out in the soul.

The rotten hearts of the demons were shaking.

The eyes of the imperial warriors were red.

Red flames burst out from the thick miasma of the plague, and in an instant, all the plague poisonous fog was purified.

Even at a long distance, mortals could see very clearly that Dukel's arms were broken, and the cracks on his towering body that were constantly expanding were shocking.

"Hahahaha!——"

But even with such serious injuries, this majestic figure like a god was still laughing wildly.

The hot fighting spirit had not been extinguished, and the flames were still unceasing.

Countless imperial soldiers ran over, they gathered at the feet of the demigod, looking at this towering figure.

"Nurgle, the god of plague, the master of seven and three." At this time, Dukel's voice resounded again.

Along with his voice, like a miracle, his severely injured body recovered rapidly in the fire at a speed visible to the naked eye. His broken arms grew again, and bones, tendons, blood vessels, skin and flesh.

"Watch carefully, learn carefully"

The imperial soldiers watched all this happen in admiration, watching the miracle appear in front of them, and then they saw that their master raised a big hand above his head.

In the light and shadow of the flames, a comatose Eldar woman wearing a veil fell into his palm.

"Goddess of Life, this is how to use it!"

Dukel looked at the poisonous miasma in the sky with disdain, and his huge palm suddenly clenched hard.

——Magnetic field rotation·Life absorption!

After recovering his arms and having more direct contact, the ability of life absorption can be maximized.

Even the deepest scars on his body were closing rapidly at this moment. The goddess of life was like the best blood bag in the universe. In fact, if it weren't for her, even Duker wouldn't be able to survive the wrath of the God of Plague.

This moment was like time going backwards, as if all the damage he had suffered had never existed.

"Ugh!"

With a large amount of vitality lost, even the goddess of life let out a muffled groan of obvious discomfort.

"Hiss!!!——"

At this moment, everything in the garden was furious, and the jungle swamps all made terrible screams.

In the sky, the poisonous plague twisted and uttered a vicious roar.

The Emperor's eyes also turned over. He looked deeply at Dukel, and then the dazzling golden light shone again.

This time, the golden light covered the world, and no longer gave the God of Plague any chance to vent his anger.

"God of Plague, it seems that you have failed to defeat me."

Dukel held high the Eagle Banner of Destiny in his hand, and the cloak behind him was billowing like a sea of ​​blood. He was full of fighting spirit and laughed in high spirits.

"I am the second son of the Emperor, the eternal flame of the Holy Empire, the walker of the original land of truth, and the wheel that moves forward forever! I will carry out the pioneering and enterprising spirit of mankind, and I will always be consistent. When I exist, the courage of the Empire to expand its territory will never run out. When I leave, the enterprising spirit of mortals will not be cut off."

He looked at the Imperial Legion, "Children, let us plant the flag of the Empire all over the kingdom of Nurgle!"