"Next time you see Erebus, kick him a little less. Consider it a reward for his indirect loyalty."
"With this thing, Nurgle is probably going to be gnashing his teeth."
"Can this thing really eliminate all diseases and plagues of mankind?"
Warmaster and the Players were examining the captured STC of Panacea.
The value of this thing goes without saying.
As long as the technology within it can be extracted, the Imperium of Man's medical field will achieve unimaginable progress.
If the Plague God—Nurgle—launches a plague war in the future, the Imperium of Man will have more means to cope.
At this moment, a mission light screen appeared before Alex.
[Mission: Recover STC of Panacea
This STC is a technological creation from the Golden Age of mankind. It can produce medicines that cure known diseases, plagues, and genetic defects. It can also study and develop targeted drugs by devouring and analyzing pathogens.
Mission Requirements: Recover the STC of Panacea and conduct reverse engineering to master the corresponding technology.
Reward: Large amount of Faith Points, Life Rank Fragment (Upon obtaining this fragment, you can wield the power of life, such as infinite resurrection, life extraction, life nourishment, and other abilities)
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"Life Rank Fragment??"
Alex was somewhat surprised.
This special reward looked a bit like a trait possessed by an immortal.
With this item, one could resurrect infinitely and even transfer it to others.
The immortal Alivia Sureka, whom he saw when he entered the Emperor's domain last time.
This woman had once transferred her immortal trait to Malcador, allowing him to survive and take his place on the Golden Throne to complete the plan of saving Terra.
If he wasn't mistaken, those immortals should all have what is called a Life Rank Fragment within their bodies.
The Cult's artificial immortal, John Grammaticus,
Perhaps he also obtained immortality by having a so-called Life Rank Fragment implanted.
The main supporters behind the Cult are the Spirit Race.
The Spirit Race possesses its own Pantheon.
King of all Gods—Asuryan.
God of War—Khaine.
Laughing God—Cegorach.
God of Forging—Vaul.
There are many gods in the Spirit Race Pantheon,
Among them, one god is very special: the goddess who controls life—Isha.
During the Great Fall,
Most of the Spirit Race gods were destroyed by Slaanesh, becoming her snacks.
But three Spirit Race gods survived: the God of War Khaine, the Laughing God Cegorach, and the Goddess of Life Isha.
When Khorne and Slaanesh were fighting over Khaine,
Slaanesh couldn't defeat Khorne, so she shattered Khaine.
This is also one of the reasons for the animosity between Khorne and Slaanesh—the grudge of destroying a collectible is irreconcilable.
Cegorach escaped into the Webway, using its characteristics to evade Slaanesh's hunt,
And formed a theater troupe, preaching the story of the Spirit Race's demise and seeking an opportunity to save the Spirit Race.
As for Isha, the Goddess of Life, she was snatched back by that fat slob Nurgle to be his wife.
Isha can cure all diseases and plagues.
Nurgle often made her drink his concoctions,
Observing how long it took her to overcome the symptoms to gauge the power of the plagues he created.
The story of the Spirit Race Gods reveals a part of the truth of the Warhammer Universe.
That is, this universe has all sorts of strange powers and ranks,
And the beings who wield these powers and ranks are gods.
It's not surprising that the Spirit Race, who were once so closely related to gods, could produce corresponding fragments and create immortal beings.
"If I piece together the Life Rank Fragments, will I gain the authority over life?!"
Alex thought of a crucial matter.
There is no clear path to godhood in the Warhammer Universe.
The only way to ascend is through the Chaos Gods' blessings to become a Daemon Prince.
To some extent, ascension to Daemon Prince should actually be considered becoming a god, becoming a demigod or a lesser god under the Four Chaos Gods.
In the past, there should have been some way to create a race's exclusive gods, or to allow mortal beings to become gods.
Otherwise, there's no way to explain the origin of the Spirit Race gods. In this era, one can only ascend through the blessings of Chaos.
Something must have happened during this period, causing changes in the Warp. The path to ascension was controlled by the Chaos Gods, and only by gaining their approval could one ascend and become a Daemon Prince or a Daemon Primarch.
"Recovering the STC and giving me Life Rank Fragments as a reward, is this planning to make a move on that fat slob?"
Alex's first thought was of burning Nurgle's Garden.
Is the Emperor planning some big move?!
"Speaking of which, how did Yellow Old Man accumulate such a fortune?!"
"Could it be that during his trip to Moro, he didn't just trick the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, but also plundered the Warp before fleeing?"
If that were the case,
It would explain why there were so many unaligned Chaos Daemons during The Battle of Terra that didn't belong to the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods.
It turns out the victims came knocking for an explanation, or perhaps it was out of jealousy.
While grumbling about the Emperor, Alex established contact with Cortana,
Asking her to issue a mission to the younger Players to recover the STC of Panacea.
Upon seeing the generous recovery mission, the Emperor Niuma Battle Group Players did not hesitate at all and immediately handed over the STC.
After obtaining the STC of Panacea, to avoid any further complications,
Cortana had the Players send the STC to the Imperial battleship's scanning device to begin reverse-engineering the STC of Panacea's technology.
This item was too targeted; a rash transfer might arouse the suspicion of a certain Chaos God, who would then destroy it at all costs.
In the Warp, the Plague Garden,
This is the domain of the Plague God,
A festering amalgam of jungles, swamps, vegetation, and green spaces, materialized from unholy life,
Riddled with disease.
The garden paths are covered in diseased sludge and worms. The air is filled with thick smoke and incessant swarms of flies.
Swollen fungi and wildly blooming flowers jostle each other. Trees covered in slimy mucus are full of bugs and disgusting bursting bubbles.
And in the center of the garden, an ancient daemon palace stands.
Nurgle would wander through his festering fortress,
Whistling phlegmy tunes while collecting materials for his latest plagues.
But now, Nurgle was not brewing plagues as usual; instead, he was staring intently at the Reality.
Humanity regaining the Panacea was not a good thing.
This medicine was not at all friendly to plagues and diseases.
How could humans bear to harm such lovely life forms as germs?
"Erebus!!"
Nurgle remembered the culprit who caused the Panacea to fall into the Imperium of Man's hands and immediately grew angry.
He turned to look for Erebus, wanting to see where the fellow had run off to.
Nurgle quickly found Erebus.
The scoundrel was currently enduring Vect's revenge package, crying like a snotling whose toe had been stepped on.
During the Battle of Ghomorra,
Due to Erebus's foolishness, the opportunity to severely wound The Cursed and the outsiders was lost.
Lord of Change was angry, so he altered Erebus's spatiotemporal landing point.
Erebus, who should have returned to his subordinates,
Mysteriously appeared near Vect!
This incident also indirectly led to the Imperium of Man obtaining the Panacea, an STC with special effectiveness against plagues and diseases.
"Could it be that this blue-feathered bird had already pledged allegiance to The Cursed?!"
After Nurgle learned the entire process of the Imperium of Man obtaining the Panacea,
Looking at the clashing Khorne and Tzeentch,
Suspicion appeared on his fat, rotting face.
Ghomorra was crucial for humanity.
Once captured, there would be an opportunity to establish a Webway hub, thereby controlling the entire Webway system.
Once humanity had the Webway, they could cut off emotional projections,
Then, the Warp would become desolate,
Many daemons would perish due to the loss of extreme emotional sustenance.
At such a critical juncture, Tzeentch indulged his subordinate in helping the pawns of The Cursed,
And indirectly facilitated the Panacea falling into the Empire's hands.
This fellow is so skilled in schemes and tricks; all of this must have been calculated.
He just wanted to use humans to weaken himself.
Despicable blue-feathered bird.
Nurgle secretly cursed. He was still too honest, unlike that blue-feathered bird with so many tricks.
Cannot tolerate this. Deploy troops. Kill this bastard.
Immediately after, Nurgle's vast daemon army set out, heading straight for the Crystal Labyrinth domain.
The three factions fought earth-shatteringly in the Warp, creating one terrifying Warp Storm after another.
Nurgle did not forget Erebus.
Even if this scoundrel didn't know of the blue-feathered bird's calculations, he was involved and was the culprit.
He directly bestowed a plague upon Erebus, this scoundrel.
This plague blessing would cause the recipient immense pain, their body rotting away little by little,
But at the same time, Erebus would gain tenacious vitality and an immortal body.
At this moment, Erebus was imprisoned by Vect in a jail within a special Webway node.
This Webway node was one of the Black Heart Kabal's secret bases.
Kabal members who had retreated from Ghomorra were continuously rushing to this location.
To torment Erebus,
Several Haemonculis serving the Black Heart Kabal employed all the techniques they had studied throughout their lives.
Erebus's screams never stopped.
To be honest, Erebus even regretted escaping from the Dark Throne.
At least, the Emperor's minions would give him a quick death, unlike these Drukhari / Dark Aeldari who used every vicious method to torture him.
What made Erebus even more distraught was that the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari's torture of him was not only physical but also personal and spiritual.
The most malicious, evil, and twisted methods of torture that any human serial killer could conceive were not even a fraction of what the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari could do.
After personally experiencing the methods of these guys, Erebus even suspected that Slaanesh became a Chaos God because he gained too much merit from devouring those Eldar.
The viciousness of the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari made even Chaos tremble.
"One day, I will make all of you die."
Tied to the torture rack, Erebus silently swore, tears streaming from his eyes.
These Drukhari / Dark Aeldari not only tortured him with cruelty, but they also did *that* to him.
They even said that they would never keep good things to themselves, making everyone line up one by one.
Thinking of these humiliations, Erebus hated the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari to the core.
At this moment, footsteps sounded again.
Vect and the Master of Haemonculis, Grummenel, walked into the cell.
They examined Erebus, discussing new ways to torture him. "Overlord, how about we surgically transform this guy into a female, make him pregnant, and then kill his child?"
Grummenel proposed a new idea to Vect.
"Such a wicked individual probably wouldn't be sad about the death of a child, right?" Vect questioned.
"This surgery will not only change the target's physical structure but also stimulate their hormone secretion."
"After the surgery, I will inject him with a special agent to force this wicked individual to be filled with female maternal love, and then, through memory shaping, make him dependent on the child."
"At that time, we will then dismember the child piece by piece in front of him."
Grummenel was well-versed in such matters.
He had long ago reached the pinnacle of how to torment others.
Simply torturing a creature with pain is not enough to completely break them.
One must first lure out their hopes for beauty, then crush them little by little.
That way, the despair and pain born will be much more delicious than simple torture.
"Then do it." Vect nodded, seeing Grummenel's confidence.
Erebus:...
Can you damn Drukhari / Dark Aeldari be any more perverted?!
Torturing me with cruelty is one thing.
Doing *that* to me, like those Indians and black people, is also one thing.
Now, you even want to gender-bend me and make me pregnant??
How did these guys come up with such disgusting and twisted things?
The fall of the Aeldari Empire back then was truly not unjust at all!
Grummenel was highly efficient.
He immediately took his assistants and arranged a sex-change operation for Erebus, preparing for this wicked individual to experience the feeling of being a mother.
However, halfway through the surgery, a foul odor emanated from Erebus's body.
It was the blessing of the Plague God taking effect.
Looking at Erebus, whose body had begun to rot and grow maggots, Grummenel tried to cure his plague, but it had no effect.
Several of his subordinates also contracted the plague, turning into piles of rotten pus and blood.
Grummenel had no choice but to abandon his plan.
He locked Erebus in a cell, letting him rot quietly and wait for death.
Ghomorra.
As Eldrad Ulthran and other Ark Eldar repaired the rift above Ghomorra, the Dark Throne was closed.
Alex stepped down from the Dark Throne.
Although that super vision was great, Alex's consumption was incredibly exaggerated.
His body was completely drained, as if five hundred succubi had taken turns ravaging it.
He could only lie down and slowly recover.
Although there were no more demons, the war in Ghomorra continued to rage.
The Orks, Tyranid, and Humans each occupied a portion of the area, constantly launching attacks against each other, forming a war of attrition.
However, the Webway city of Ghomorra was truly enormous.
Through countless Webways, it connected Webway node cities thousands, or even tens of thousands of light-years apart.
Even with three races fighting here, it didn't feel crowded at all; instead, it felt a bit spacious.
To be honest, if Erebus hadn't used the Dark Throne to tear open a rift, leading to a demonic invasion that scared away the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, the war between humans and the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari would have lasted a very long time.
It must be said that the Dark Throne incident was another piece of evidence of Erebus's roundabout loyalty.
If it weren't for this guy, it would have taken humans a lot of time and effort to gain a foothold and dominance in Ghomorra.
Humans, relying on their powerful logistics, fought battles while dismantling Drukhari / Dark Aeldari buildings and constructing fortresses.
By the time Alex recovered, the Imperium had already established a huge fortress in Ghomorra.
In this war of attrition, the Tyranids, unable to replenish their numbers, grew weaker and weaker, eventually being defeated, with the remaining Tyranid fleeing into the Webway.
The Orks, on the other hand, grew stronger the more they fought.
It's unknown how they managed it.
Orks constantly crossed the Warp in dilapidated warships, traversing the complex Webway to reach the Ghomorra battlefield.
Alex speculated that it might be related to them being creations of the Old Ones!
Now, Ghomorra was a battlefield for humans and Orks.
Humans wanted to monopolize this Webway city, while the Orks simply wanted to fight.
After learning about the battle situation, Alex let Little Fulgrim continue to command the fight.
"Saint, Senior General Tura has a message for you; the Primarch had communicated with him and hopes you can reply to him when you have time."
A Custodian, who had arrived in Ghomorra with logistics supplies, relayed Senior General Tura's words to Alex.
"I understand."
Alex asked Cortana to help him establish communication with Guilliman.
In the projection hall of the newly completed Ghomorra fortress, as information flowed in, the projection device hummed, and the projected beam outlined Guilliman's figure.
"Saint, you've finally replied to me."
Guilliman's voice was excited.
"Regent," Alex said, "something happened in the Webway, so there was a delay. I apologize."
"You absolutely must not apologize. I know you won the Ghomorra campaign, captured that ancient Webway city, and expelled the minions of the Chaos Gods. Such an achievement, even my father never had in his day."
Guilliman dared not accept Alex's apology, waving his hands repeatedly.
"I was so eager to find you because I had a warning to give."
"What warning?" Alex asked, puzzled.
Guilliman's tone was serious, "A new terrifying entity might have been born in the Warp. My advisors say it could be a new Evil God, but they don't know how it was born."
"The situation is getting more and more severe; the power of the Warp is growing, yet the Imperium is still in this half-dead state. Thankfully, you are here; otherwise, I wouldn't know how to face it alone."
"A new Evil God?" Alex also became serious, but he was also somewhat confused.
He hadn't seen any other Evil Gods when he was sitting on the Dark Throne.
"Yes, I felt the gaze of that evil entity."
Guilliman's words made Alex's eyes widen. He tentatively asked, "Did you also go and take the Emperor's Sword and threaten the other party?"
Guilliman was somewhat surprised, "How did you know that, Saint?"
A string of black lines appeared on Alex's forehead.
After all that, it was just a misunderstanding.
He had thought that a fifth Evil God, besides the Dark King, had been born in the Warp.
"When I was sitting on the Dark Throne, I gained a spiritual vision that overlooked the entire galaxy. It was me looking at you, not some Evil God??"
"By the way, is my gaze that evil??"
Ah!!
Guilliman's eyes widened.
"You mean that existence that was peeking at me was you?"
As soon as he said this, more black lines appeared on Alex's forehead.
What do you mean by peeking!!
Saying that made him sound like an extremely perverted pervert.
Upon learning the truth, countless thoughts instantly surged in Guilliman's mind.
He stared intently at the projection of the Saint before him, a ridiculous idea forming in his heart.
Is the other party really human?
Could it be an Evil God wearing a human flesh body!!
"Alright, let's not talk about this for now."
Alex didn't want to discuss this with Guilliman anymore. Instead, he changed the subject and stated his plan.
He wanted to use Ghomorra as a starting point to repair the Webway.