"Pestilence!"
In his agitation, Grandfather Nurgle scattered maggots all over the ground.
The sight was far too shocking for even this Supreme Deity to bear.
Before his eyes, Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, was in such a wretched state, like a blade of grass swept apart by a storm.
The Savior, in the form of the Lord of Hell, had pinned him onto the Royal Couch and pounded him fiercely. The entire Palace of Pleasure continued to quake under the forceful impacts.
It was simply earth-shattering!
Faced with all this, Grandfather Nurgle could not recover for a long while, sinking into a prolonged numbness.
Even his understanding of the world had suffered a tremendous blow. No one had ever treated the God of Desire so wantonly.
Not him, nor even the fallen God of War.
The Lord of Pleasure's strength was on par with the power of corruption and erosion, inferior to none of the Supreme Dark Gods. What was more, this was his bedchamber, the core of his Authority.
Yet the Savior, the Lord of Hell, had done exactly that. In the Abyss of Pleasure, he was wantonly desecrating that being without the slightest mercy.
It was as though he were the ruler of this Warp, the true uncrowned king, while every other existence had to submit to him completely.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Grandfather Nurgle could not believe it. He thought his eyes were deceiving him, or perhaps it was merely a false illusion created by the Lord of Pleasure.
The God of Desire had always tried to conquer the Savior and turn him into his slave.
"The Savior cannot possess such power. He cannot possibly treat another Supreme Dark God this way.
"He is not strong enough to defeat us so easily!"
Grandfather Nurgle refused to believe any