Boom!
One massive Hell Nuke after another slammed into the roof of the ramshackle wooden house, followed by violent explosions.
Crimson flames rose, and high-temperature sterilizing fuel flowed, burning away the endless forest-like moss, fungi, foul puddles, and more.
Countless plague insects let out piercing shrieks and scurried in every direction beneath the overwhelming flames.
Though the roof of this Rotting Fortress looked dilapidated, it was an entire dimensional world, and the dwelling place of the plague insects.
It was an important source of Grandfather Nurgle's power, vaster than any world. Even if the Imperium sent troops in to clear it out, they could easily be swallowed within.
Thus, the Imperial forces had not chosen to land and fight. Instead, they used god-slaying weapons to conduct comprehensive, saturation bombardment.
Thick smoke and flames rose from the rotten roof that had gathered endless filth, as though even the skies above the Rotting Manor were burning fiercely.
Within that dimension, one filthy patch after another became scorched earth, and countless plagues parasitizing them were wiped out.
"No, my moss and fungus forest, my roof—"
Under such fierce god-slaying bombardment, Grandfather Nurgle suffered immense losses and was wounded at his very essence.
He cried out in pain.
The Savior was attacking the source of his plague from every angle, attacking this Rotting Fortress.
Whether it was the Warp whirlwind containing the power of slaughter, the sterilizing mist released by the Environmental Modification System, or these massive Hell Nukes one after another, all of them inflicted tremendous harm upon the plague.
Especially the Hell Nukes.
These human-made weapons of reality could already threaten the survival of the plague, dealing this Lord of Pestilence agonizing wounds.
If this Rotting Fortress continued to suffer bombardment, it might bring about fatal consequences!
What worried Grandfather Nurgle even