Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 515

  Chapter 515 The Flames of War in the Nurgle Realm (for subscription)

  Industrial gears are intertwined, sharp teeth are constantly crushing flesh and blood, and all souls and demons are devoured.

   If you are not full, the forge howls the flames of hunger, seeds are born in the heat of the furnace, alchemy boils blood to create vitality.

  Vashtor Creator.

   War rages in the realm of the living in the Warp.

   The angry roar of the plague **** echoed in the warp.

  The invasion of the subspace by the physical universe is gradually increasing.

  The eternal war that lasted for countless billions of years will end in this life.

  The bloodthirsty demon army of Khorne broke out a fierce conflict with the one-horned demon group at the edge of the swamp. The latter gathered from all directions like insects guarding their nests, and the two forces violently bit together.

  At the same time, the mad knights under Slaanesh launched a charge on the muddy and rotting but lush grassland.

  The disciples of Tzeentch who drove the flying saucer screamed and threw fireballs on the gathering place of Nurgle demons, igniting the whole world.

  The three gods broke their promises and launched an attack in other directions in the domain of the plague god.

  They once signed a short-term contract, wanting to ally against Guilliman as before.

   It does not mean that they will drop the gap between each other.

  The hatred between them is far greater than the hatred between them and humans.

   Pairs of evil eyes are staring at each other. Once there is a weakness, it will inevitably lead to a devastating blow that will never be restored.

  The rise of Guilliman made the three gods realize that the control of this universe is very likely to change hands, and the key is to compete for the most critical gate of eternity.

  The invasion of the empire and the betrayal of the three gods caused the domain of the plague **** to suffer endless wars, and traces of destruction can be seen everywhere.

  Vashtor stood on the side of the empire, using his talents and abilities to quickly gain Corax's approval.

   It launched a series of plans such as demon loans and contracts, which made the empire's subspace organization stronger and stronger, and its control over demons became stronger and stronger.

  Vashtor, with the help of the Empire, restructured the supernatural industrial field called the Soul Forge.

  This guy's true self is the embodiment of "creativity without conscience and order".

  It is a collection of inventions, innovations and innovations.

   Any advancement of civilization will give it strength.

  If it was not sealed by those powerful civilizations during the ancient war, it is very likely that it has become a powerful, omniscient and omnipotent god.

   "You will pay the price, monster. The wrath of a loving father will be upon you, and you will sink into eternal pain."

  The dragged unicorn made a final threat before being thrown into the fiery furnace.

  Vashtor showed a piercing smile on that mechanical face.

  Its body is covered with growing mechanical limbs, and gears and pistons are moving in its body.

   A red light emanated from the chest, and a star was compressed and placed at its heart.

  The surging hot star energy surges along the ducts all over the body, making various body parts more active.

"Do you think I care? You little maggot under Nurgle." Vashtor said coldly: "There are so many people who want to seek revenge on me, but they are all gone now, and I Still standing in front of you."

  Vashtor moved his huge and bloated body out of the palace full of rot.

  The unicorn's roar quickly turned into a howl full of pain and fear.

  Vashtor didn't care about this little devil.

  The opponent quickly lost itself under the torment of the furnace, and then was stuffed into its carefully designed machine, becoming a demonic vehicle that only knew destruction and combat.

   Another palace belonging to Nurgle has been captured.

  The mechanical puppets and the demons who were forced to sign countless usury contracts are reshaping this field under the whip of the supervisor, shaping the plague garden into a melting furnace industrial world.

  The battlefield is littered with wreckage and burning abandoned vehicles.

  Rolling black smoke rose up, mixed with the unique green weapon of Nurgle Domain, covering the colorful chaotic void.

  The carefully calculated core of the furnace was quickly built.

  Massive machinery is deployed in muddy ruins full of rotting plants and slimy fungus.

   Made of steel and concrete, the smoky dark mountains are gradually replacing the abandoned, desolate, fungus-filled ruins.

  Great towers of steel towered over the dark mountains, and they spewed billowing clouds of black smoke that obscured the sky.

  The scarlet-black cliffs are covered with scorched steel, and the summit goes straight into the dark clouds.

  The foot of the mountain is surrounded by boulders and metal waste.

  The ground is cracked and covered with ash and iron filings.

   This is the transformation of fields between different gods.

   The gods of Nurgle lost this area, and Vashtor gained it.

  The air filled with the smell of rotting fungi was replaced by a sharp chemical smell.

   What flows in the river is no longer foul-smelling sewage and rotting silt, but hot, corrosive slag.

   This is a war between gods and gods, and the transformation between domains is also part of the war.

  The power of gods comes from believers and domains, and any weakening of the two will lead to the weakening of the power of gods.

  The **** of Nurgle is weakened in the process, and Vashtor is strengthened.

   Seeing this, the Mechanic God nodded in satisfaction.

  If it continues like this, it will be able to devour more Nurgle's origin and achieve itself.

  Perhaps, it can also replace the opponent's influence in this universe and become a true, omniscient and omnipotent god.

  Vashtor looked greedily at the rotting mountains in the distance.

   Its task is to lead the mechanical demon army to launch an attack from a place different from the main attack direction of the empire, weakening the resistance of the main attack line of defense.

  This task, it does a good job.

   Vashtor plans to make it better.

   Once it consumes the power of the God of Nurgle, it becomes stronger than ever before.

   It is not impossible to enslave human beings in turn.

   It is not unimaginable for the human emperor to kneel in front of it and beg for forgiveness.

  Imagine, Corax and his nasty brother, who were so tall at the time, knelt in front of him and kissed his metal feet in order to survive. That was definitely the pinnacle of Mosheng.

  It began to calculate the probability of victory in attacking the rotten mountain.

  Vashtor is a very strange existence.

  It is said that it is a subspace creature, but it relies on the machinery of the real universe to gain power.

  Even when fighting, they rarely use divination and other methods, but use calculations, which seem to be completely unscientific for demons.

   To calculate the probability of victory in a war in the realm of the gods, many factors need to be considered.

  Nurgle is an extremely terrifying existence.

  What is located in this universe is just a projection.

  The horror of the omniscient and omnipotent is far beyond the imagination of life in the mortal world.

  Their existence has affected all aspects of the subspace and even the universe of the heavens.

  The stories and legends about them are not groundless, but a manifestation of their powerful influence.

  When an ignorant creature conjures up a name or image that he has never seen before in his mind, it is very likely that it itself is the reflection of a powerful existence.

  Its image will be propagated through the tidal waves of the ether to every universe.

  Vashtor entered all the data into his core, linked them, established cross-referencing and triangulation, and formed a layout map of the battlefield.

  The data unfolded in Vashtor's consciousness, flowing quickly.

   After waiting for a long time, it stopped and opened its eyes to look at the rotting mountains in the distance.

   "You have to get more for me." Vashtor growled.

  The mechanical golems and demonic vehicles advanced amidst its roar, howling in agony, thirsting for release and thirsting for blood.

  They have been lured into huge debts, and they need to constantly fight to repay the interest that the heavy debts bring.

   Being bound in a demonic vehicle is not very friendly to demons.

  These guys also tend to be more violent, requiring whips and restraints to keep them from attacking allies.

  Vashtor enslaved this huge legion, killing the rotting mountain in the distance.

  New battles broke out soon.

  Vashtor pounced on the defenders of Nurgle's domain like a hungry wolf, trying to tear off a piece of flesh from Nurgle's body again to satisfy the black hole-like hunger.

  Through the visual device of the helmet, some moving figures in the thick fog can be barely recognized.

   There are also silhouettes of buildings shrouded in shadows in the distance.

  Like other buildings, the Plague God's realm is filled with rot, fungus, and fetid sewage.

   Those fanatics with twisted minds will always use the help of the mist to attack the imperial soldiers with simple weapons.

   "Another troublesome battle." Loken said in a deep voice.

   "But isn't this exactly what we mean?" Torgaden's voice came from the communication, accompanied by the sound of explosive bombs exploding and swords colliding.

  The power of the plague **** prevented the empire from continuing to use high-altitude bombing and other barbaric methods to achieve victory.

  This battle of killing gods can only be won with the most primitive fighting methods of primitive tribal humans.

   That method is infantry close combat, a fighting method that humans have learned when they walk down from the trees.

  Old but extremely effective.

   "For the Holy Empire, for the Holy Emperor." Loken shouted: "We have nothing to fear, Shadow Moon Wolf, move on."

   Such slogans are brand new to these reborn heroes.

  They didn't shout smoothly, and they still need a certain amount of time to get used to it.

   He fell asleep for an unknown number of years, and when he woke up, he found that the empire had changed drastically.

  The emperor is no longer there, and the former No. 13 has become the new lord of mankind.

  I feel some discomfort more or less.

   Surrounding Loken, there are dozens of summoned Luna Wolves.

  Most of them are loyalist fighters who died in the Battle of Canticle City on Planet Isstvan III.

  The resurgence of these warriors was a great taunt to Abaddon.

  At the beginning, he stood firmly on the side of Horus, killing these loyal fighters.

  Now these warriors have returned one by one to fight for the empire again.

  Everything he did was reduced to a joke.

   Lorgar was like eating a fly.

  The returning warriors all spoke in unison, saying that the Holy Word was written by Guilliman.

   Are they deceived by lard?

   Such shameless collective lying!

  Is there still justice?

   Is there anything more shameless than this?

   What makes Lorgar even more disgusting is that Guilliman continues to resurrect those dead heroes to break the cycle of life and death.

  If Guilliman gave people eternity!

   Then he stubbornly promoted the ideas of the gods and tried to break the truth of the empire, which now looks like a big fool*.

   "I saw the target." The voice of Guard Markade came.

  He was a loyalist soldier who died on Isstvan III.

  Returned in the Heroic Spirit Project, joined the Luna Wolf founded by Loken and Torgaddon, and vowed to use his sword to cleanse the shame that the traitors brought to the name of the Luna Wolf.

   "Get ready, a new wave." Loken said in a deep voice, "Check your equipment and make sure you are all in good condition. This field has special magic power that distorts and devours our souls."

  Nurgle's realm is terrifying enough to instantly corrupt an unsuspecting mortal, twisted into one of his minions.

  The returning Shadow Moon Wolves took Loken as the core and walked forward.

   Stepping on the potholed mud, approaching the enemy.

   First to emerge from the mists were the shambling dead.

  They are not really dead, but imprisoned.

   There is no real death in Nurgle's realm.

   Their souls are trapped in their rotting bodies, never to be released.

   The rotting mouth can still make a weird roar.

   Their flesh and blood rotted, their internal organs exposed, and their green muscles exposed outside their ragged clothes.

  If the rules of the real universe are followed, such creatures will never be able to move again.

   Only where the power of the warp is raging can they walk like this.

  Among the walking corpses, there are fanatics with weapons.

  Nurgle's realm is not devoid of living creatures.

   They were dragged into the realm, adapted to the misery of the world, and even reproduced.

   That weird appearance is very different from the original race.

  Worshipers also pushed chariots of rotting giant logs and slimy chain ropes burning with weird green fires.

  Plague drones were hovering in the air, and the plague vehicles belonging to Nurgle rumbled behind the walking corpses, eager to kill on the battlefield.

   "Kill them all." Loken said.

  (end of this chapter)

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