Plague Wars

In an unknown galaxy, reality suddenly became distorted.

The nearby Imperium reconnaissance satellites immediately issued an alert.

Suddenly, a crack appeared, from which an eerie magical light surged forth.

The next second, all of these detection satellites were swallowed up.

A colossal warship covered in flesh and eyeballs flew out from the crack.

It was the flagship of the Death Guard Primarch, the Toughness.

After ten thousand years of Warp corruption,

Even if the creator of the Resilient were to reappear at this point,

It is estimated that it would be impossible to recognize this former Gloriana-class Battleship.

The enormous eyeballs blinked incessantly.

It seemed to be a living being, full of malice and hatred.

Behind the Resilience were seven enormous Plague Arks.

They sailed from the eerie illusion reflecting Garden of Nurgle, like recreational sailboats sailing steadily on a calm sea.

These Plague Arks were once living beings, and may even still be alive.

They were the Void Whale dragged into the Garden by the Plague God during the Eternal Night Crisis.

These creatures possess planet-like sizes and lifespans that are almost eternal.

Now, however, they are imprisoned and enslaved by the will of the Plague God.

Countless plagues and germs infested them, making them a terrifying species.

They sing with eternal regret.

Its tail and claws drooped limply, and its bloated body was rotting, like a bloated corpse that had been soaked in water.

The thick layer of fat beneath the skin has decomposed into fur-like bulges, harboring various parasites.

The interior of the framework made of ribs was dark, foul-smelling, and filled with black slime.

Of course, the most eye-catching ship in this fleet is still the Death Guard's flagship, the Toughness.

As the flagship of the Daemon Primarch, it possesses the blessing of the Plague God and is able to withstand attacks powerful enough to destroy stars.

In addition, it is also an anchor point in the Warp, which can continuously draw energy from the Warp and pollute the surrounding spacetime.

Even the Imperium's [Castigator Titans] might not be able to destroy its protective shield.

Inside the Resilient, Mortarion and a group of Death Guard walked through a passageway filled with thick, toxic steam toward the bridge.

The higher you go inside the ship, the denser the toxic gas becomes.

At the very top of the decaying command bridge, only crew members blessed by Nurgle can survive.

But their lives were still terrible; their lungs were already rotting and infested with maggots.

However, for the Daemon Primarch and the Death Guard, the air was refreshingly clean and comfortable.

He walked proudly through the waves of poisonous fog, his robes billowing up the toxic fumes, creating a whirlwind.

Three leaf-shaped Nurgle markings and a grinning skull pattern flashed by in the wind.

At the very top of the command spire where he strolled, the poison gas was so thick it was like liquid, even covering the walls on both sides of the passageway.

"We have arrived in the Realspace; it's time to implement our plan."

Mortarion stared at the image projected from the skull in front of him.

Ordinary machines cannot operate in such an environment.

Only Nurgle Daemon can ignore the damage from the poison gas.

Therefore, they need to be integrated with machinery to ensure the operation of the Endurance.

Twisted organisms replaced metal tubes, and taut nerves replaced electrical wires.

Rotten brain matter was found at the junctions of the circuits.

The captured demon, locked in a jar, has taken over the Cogitators's job.

The Endurance has become completely integrated with the Warp.

"But the situation is very bad," a diviner said. "This is a key defensive position of the Imperium, and they have many warships here."

"If a firefight breaks out, we could easily be wiped out."

The floating image showed a dense array of Imperium warships, initially estimated to number over five hundred.

Such a powerful military force is enough to crush Mortarion and his group.

"My brothers have changed this rotten Imperium." Mortarion frowned. "Before, they wouldn't have had so many warships stationed in one place."

The emergence of the Imperium Living Saint is a major headache for the gods and many Chaos forces.

This guy is unkillable and knows how to run a business.

The Imperium has become what it is today because of his behind-the-scenes machinations.

If only I could kill him, I would gladly trade my life for Typhus.

"Should we retreat?" asked one of the crew members who had merged with a demon. "Lord Mortarion?"

"Retreat?" Mortarion's tone was hostile. "Can't you see we already have victory in our grasp?"

Upon hearing this,

Not only the crew, but even the demons stared wide-eyed.

They have several warships, you have several warships, have you gone mad from inhaling poison gas?

Corpse Emperor's fleet were to fire a single volley, their entire fleet would be destroyed.

Seeing Mortarion gripping the giant scythe tightly,

Neither the crew nor the demon voiced their confusion.

If this guy were to slash you with his scythe, it wouldn't be a fun thing.

The soul will be cleaved in two; it's terrible.

"To be honest, the Imperial Fleet is simply too large," an Apothecary said cautiously.

"We have no advantage if we confront the enemy head-on, so let's try a roundabout approach."

The others nodded in agreement.

It's not just that they lack advantages,

If they were to engage in a direct confrontation, they would absolutely be wiped out.

"..."

Despite the admonitions of the crowd, Mortarion remained calm and unmoved.

He gazed at the Imperial Fleet, a smile playing on his lips—a smile of complete control.

"My brother and that Imperium Living Saint are preparing for a final battle against the gods, but they know nothing about the gods' power."

"The Triple Path —future, present, and past—are one. A seed of corruption planted in the future can bear abundant fruit in the past."

"Today, you will witness the true power of the Grandfather Nurgle."

"Those fools will realize how terrible it is to anger the gods."

By this time, the Imperium had already detected the invading Plague Fleet.

A large number of warships were mobilized.

The commander gave the order to fire freely, allowing captains to earn their own medals.

The massive cannon began to charge, emitting a bright light and exuding a destructive aura.

The sheer number of warships filled the crew and the demons aboard the Resilience with despair.

"We're doomed."

A demon muttered to himself,

It was already considering what posture it should use to return to the Warp later, in order to look cool.

With so many Corpse Emperor warships, this situation is bound to be a death sentence.

Just then, Mortarion raised his scythe and swung it fiercely.

"In the name of Grandfather Nurgle, let us destroy."

As soon as he finished speaking, something unexpected happened.

Rotting tentacles and flesh spread like a plague across every corner of the Imperium warships.

The once gleaming Imperial Aquila instantly lost its luster.

The massive Imperial Fleet crumbled in an instant, turning into countless rusty fragments.

This scene caused the Imperium commander at the Void Command Center to show a look of horror.

No attack was detected.

Why would this happen?

What the hell did those damned enemies of Chaos do?

Even the demons and Cultists were dumbfounded!

How did you do that?

He destroyed the entire human fleet with just a single swing of his scythe?

Even the blessings of the gods shouldn't be this terrifying, right?

"This is the power of God," Mortarion said calmly. "The present effect is created from the cause of the future."

"Launch a surprise attack, eliminate all enemies, and I will set up nodes for the Plague Network here."

The Imperial Fleet was annihilated in an instant, and humanity was now in a hopeless situation.

As the Chaos Warrior and Cultists landed, some bravely resisted, only to be slaughtered.

The supreme commander sacrificed his life for his country.

Mortarion, leading the Death Guard, boarded the Astropathic Central Station.

There are still some Imperium soldiers who have survived here.

They attempted a counterattack, and the outcome was predictable.

He was easily shot dead by Mortarion's men.

Bang! Bang!

As gunfire continued to ring out, the last Loyalist fell one after another.

Mortarion stepped over the corpses and arrived at the entrance to the Astropathic Hall.

The gate was made of various metals and was extremely sturdy.

Even cannonballs blessed by the gods cannot damage it in the slightest.

However, in front of Mortarion, they were like tofu.

He reached out and touched the alloy door.

The once gleaming alloy door instantly rusted and was completely corroded.

Inside the Star Language Central Station, the Astropaths are being held captive in their cradles.

Even with the Imperium's existing Beacon communication network, the Astropaths still hold significant value.

Monitoring the movements of the Warp, searching for lost worlds, and so on.

The servants of the Astropaths watched in horror as the Chaos Warrior burst in, trembling with fear.

Mortarion waved his hand, and the Death Guard behind him opened fire.

Bang! Bang!

He easily shot down all the servants, leaving only the Astropaths lying in the cradle.

Mortarion took out a bottle of carefully prepared plague, letting it transform into radiance and disappear into the air, merging with the thoughts and souls of the Astropaths.

Immediately afterwards, these Astropaths screamed one after another, ultimately meeting their untimely deaths.

"In this way, the loop is closed."

Mortarion spoke calmly.

The other demons and Death Guard were utterly shocked.

The things we do in the future influence the past.

Such power is far too terrifying.

"Alright, let's get back to work. I'm going to corrupt this planet and make it part of my Garden."

With Mortarion's order, the Plague Arks began to enter the planet's atmosphere.

They crashed heavily to the ground.

The greenish skin split open on the side, oozing a large amount of foul-smelling liquid.

Hordes of demons surged from the liquid and set foot on the planet's surface.

Countless flies formed a dark cloud, covering the sky and beginning to spread the plague.

Following closely behind were the Nurglings, whose numbers were comparable to those of flies.

These wicked creatures chuckled and ran around joyfully.

Plaguebearers, Plague Zombies, low-ranking Nurgle Daemon, and the Tallyman, whose body is rotting and eternally cursed.

They formed a procession of 777 people and launched a march.

The entire world is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless people are dying from the plague.

Those who survive will also live in suffering.

This is the first one.

Mortarion said, "After we have corrupted 777 planets, the Garden of Nurgle will descend upon the Realspace."

The first planet, the second planet...

Mortarion launched Plague Wars against the human world.

With the full support of their Grandfather Nurgle, humanity was repeatedly defeated.

The military power of the Imperium of Man has become unbelievably strong.

However, the Chaos Gods were able to use their authority to counteract this advantage.

Many Imperial Fleet were wiped out before they even engaged in battle, resulting in heavy casualties for the Imperium.

On the players' side, they also noticed the Plague Wars launched by Nurgle.

When their warships were destroyed by Nurgle through a blatant act of causality, their mentality exploded.

"This is too absurd. He's cheating. He's definitely cheating."

"That fat bastard is so vicious, he actually did this."

"How do we fight this? They're using a time-based attack?"

"We're desperate, brothers, we're really desperate."

"..."

Players were in despair.

Before the war even started, their warships were all destroyed.

Without the support of warships, they were no match for the Nurgle Daemon Army and were utterly routed.

After all, they have warships, and they don't.

Their orbital bombardment alone is enough to make them question their existence.

Qin Yun also noticed the Plague Wars launched by Mortarion.

Besides the opponent's bizarre attack methods, there is also their evil intention to use the corrupted planet to build a corruption network.

"A causal approach?"

After repeatedly reviewing the videos that players went to great lengths to preserve,

Xi Ling, the Void Dragon, and other C'tan quickly analyzed Nurgle's methods.

It's simply about taking advantage of the characteristics of Warp to reverse cause and effect, so that you reap the harvest first and then cultivate the land.

"They're just playing with time," Orikan commented. "We should retaliate immediately and use the same tactics with time."

"For details, you can consult this collector. This person is quite used to using time rewind to steal things."

"That's not stealing, that's rescuing precious cultural heritage," Trazyn said irritably. "Please stop being so childish. Is it fun attacking me all the time?"

"Living Saint, I really suggest we remove this guy's mind chip and throw him into the ranks of ordinary soldiers."

"You're not childish, you're tattling!!" Orikan said irritably. "You even tried to remove my mind chip, why are you so vicious?"

"You're just a thief of cultural relics, a thief."

"You're still a charlatan, a useless charlatan," Trazyn retorted without any politeness.

"Enough." Qin Yun interrupted the two impatiently. "The Plague God has launched an attack on us. We have no reason not to fight back."

"If it thinks it can deal with us with such methods, it is underestimating the Imperium. It's just the law of time and causality, isn't it? We also have such methods."

"Distribute Time Reversal Device to the God Chosen so they can turn back time. We must win this war against the Plaguefather over time and cause and effect, and let them know that their era has passed."

"The future will belong to humanity."