Countless Nurgle daemons converged into a tide of rotting flesh, pouring out of the rift in the Warp Engine, attempting to invade the real universe and drag a planet from the material realm into the Empyrean.
However, after they emerged from the rift, they found themselves in a dark, empty void.
"Sold."
"Sold, sold, sold."
"Sold! Sold! Sold! Sold!"
Before they could react, a continuous string of "sold" sounds echoed in the void.
They stared wide-eyed, watching their fellow daemons disappear one by one into thin air, looking bewildered.
The sound of "sold" continued to resound in the void.
Each time it rang out, another Nurgle daemons vanished from this void.
This was like a whisper from the God of Death.
Alexander took a deep breath, his eyes filled with joy as he watched his savings continuously increase.
In just this short while, the Nurgle daemons constantly pouring out of the Warp rift had brought his savings back up to over three million, and it was still rising.
Alexander performed an aquila salute with both hands, bowing to a bewildered Joan.
Emperor bless, may those Nurgle daemons realize the problem later and pour out more from Nurgle's Garden.
How much he could earn this time depended entirely on how active the Nurgle daemons were.
In Nurgle's Garden, Rainfather continuously shook the boxwood branches in his hand.
More Nurgle daemons gathered before the ever-growing Warp rift.
Beyond this Warp rift, the aura of the cursed one had disappeared.
The sweet scent of the material world continuously poured out, luring the Nurgle daemons to surge into it.
But a moment later, Horticulous Slimux vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
He stopped shaking the boxwood branches in his hand and approached the Warp rift with surprise.
Strange, truly strange.
Since just now, not a single Nurgle daemons had returned from the material world.
Even if they died in the material world, as daemons, they should have begun to respawn in Nurgle's Garden.
But there wasn't a single one, not even one in the process of respawning.
Just as Horticulous Slimux felt confused, a nurgling giggled and drilled out of his body.
This nurgling was covered in the sticky rain from Rainfather's body, and he patted his chest, declaring that he would go to the other side of the Warp rift to check the situation.
Before Rainfather could stop him, this active little nurgling zipped into the Warp rift.
All the Nurgle daemons watched the Warp rift with curiosity.
If the little nurgling could return safely, it would mean there was no danger at all behind this rift.
If he didn't return... and didn't even have a chance to respawn in Nurgle's Garden...
A few minutes later, the tiny nurgling still hadn't returned from the other side of the Warp rift.
The Nurgle daemons showed terror on their faces, as if they had encountered something extremely disgusting, and frantically moved away from this rift.
daemons are immortal; they have no life or death. Even if their forms in the material world are destroyed, they should be able to resurrect in Nurgle's Garden.
After all, daemons are equivalent to fragments of the Chaos Gods. Completely killing a daemon is equivalent to killing a part of the Chaos Gods, even the smallest part.
To truly kill a daemon is extremely difficult, requiring unparalleled power, complex and cumbersome rituals, or artifacts that directly harm the Warp itself.
But now, as long as they stepped into this Warp rift, which was inexplicably malfunctioning, they would be completely annihilated.
What terrified the daemons most was whether the thing on the other side of the rift that could completely annihilate daemons would, in turn, invade Nurgle's Garden.
Even Horticulous Slimux, filled with terror, quickly waved the boxwood branches in his hand, sprinkling streaks of dark rain onto this rift.
Alexander stared intently at the Warp Engine in his four-dimensional pocket.
After a nurgling covered in black rain ran out of the rift on this engine, no more Nurgle daemons poured out.
Alexander looked at his balance, which had stopped at 6.7 million, his eyes full of regret.
Explode more Nurgle daemons out!
Just then,
A harsh sound suddenly appeared on the Warp rift. Alexander looked in the direction of the sound and saw Horticulous Slimux standing on the other side of the Warp rift.
Alexander's eyes immediately lit up.
A Warp daemon! A Great Unclean One!
And it was Horticulous Slimux, one of the strongest Nurgle daemons!
This was different from those low-level Nurgle's daemons; one of him might just make Alexander instantly financially free.
Brother! Brother! You smell so good! Come over quickly!
Alexander was practically drooling, his gaze fixed on Horticulous Slimux, full of greed.
In the Warp, Horticulous Slimux's body trembled slightly.
How did he feel like he was being gazed at by some extremely terrifying hunter with eyes full of greed?
Horticulous Slimux quickly waved his boxwood branches, gesturing towards the Warp rift immersed in dark rain.
Alexander only heard a tearing sound, and the Warp rift in his four-dimensional pocket suddenly closed.
Oh, this...
It was the daemons on the Warp side, in Nurgle's Garden, who closed this Warp rift.
They seemed to be scared by Alexander.
As the Warp rift closed, the dark rain on the ground evaporated inch by inch, revealing Marquite, who had been immersed in it.
Marquite's body was shriveled and blackened, covered in blisters. The flies that sustained his life and coexisted with him had all died, leaving only a broken body.
"Ah…"
A plume of grayish-white smoke escaped Marquite's throat. His internal organs seemed to have been scorched by the pale golden light emanating from Joan.
As the dark rain receded, Marquite, however unwilling to accept it, already understood that the Warp rift had been closed.
Alexander, in some way, had completely cut off the possibility of Ashford being dragged into the Warp.
"Why did you… why did you close that Warp rift?"
Marquite asked in a hoarse voice.
I didn't close it. The Nurgle daemons closed it themselves. I would have loved for more of them to pour out.
Alexander's mouth twitched, and he muttered in his heart.
Seeing Alexander remain silent, Marquite's mouth curved into a tragic smile:
"I truly wanted to save Ashford…"
"It's not because I love anyone, nor because I want to be loved by anyone…"
Marquite said hoarsely:
"I simply wish to love, and so I wanted to save all of Ashford."
"Leman Russ, why are you here to stop me?"
Alexander looked at the dying Marquite, remained silent for a moment, then sighed and said:
"Because I don't want to become a stinky can."
"What kind of reason is that…" Marquite turned his head away, no longer speaking.