Nurgle's Carelessness Loses a Fair Lady (Two-in-One)

In principle, associating with Daemon is the most heretical of heresies.

If someone actually did that, there would be no need for interrogation; they would be dragged out and shot, cremated on the spot, and their ashes scattered.

But principles are like a kind of non-existent moral integrity; you must have them, but you can use them flexibly at crucial moments.

As for whether anyone will bring this up, Mordred is certain that he won't live to see the day he speaks again.

Nurgle's Garden lives up to its name; it is a multidimensional Garden of Nurgle that stretches as far as the eye can see. This place is so vast that it cannot be described by ordinary logic.

In this demonic realm, the Physical Laws break down one after another, and so-called common sense is completely distorted, yet it is not an illusion, but a real and concrete thing.

In the Physical World, matter is paramount, determining everything, while the Sea of Souls emphasizes spirit, which is the foundation of this realm. However, the two are not entirely separate; they are intertwined, each containing elements of the other.

Warp Entity can interfere with reality, and Cosmic Star God can ravage Warp; in essence, they are all the same kind of thing.

For example, Khorne's Den is a killing field, a stereotypical abode of Daemon. A giant wasteland stands there, with all sorts of strange buildings, such as the Sacred Eight Furnace, the Mechanical Daemon City, the Butcher Valley, the Hunting Grounds, Brass Fortress.

After all, the Khorne have no intention of killing, and war requires weapons. Various steel fortresses and Daemon factories are everywhere. They are not the red-skinned brutes in the conventional sense. On the contrary, the Khorne army is the Daemon Engine.

The style of the neighboring game, "Tzeentch, " is completely opposite to that of Khorne's Daemon World." It's full of bizarre and outlandish things like mutated wastelands, Crystal Maze, Impossible Fortress, and Endless Stairway.

This shows that the Four Gods Realms did not appear randomly; these areas are consistent with the essence of Chaos God, and it can even be said that they are part of the Chaos God.

To put it even more simply, one could say that the Four Gods' Demon Realm is like four different theme parks; whatever the Chaos God is like, that's the nature of the Demon Realm.

Therefore, upon arriving at the Stagnant Rot Realm, all that could be seen was a vibrant green, exuding a surging vitality, a distorted and bizarre feeling as if all things were vying for dominance.

New life, growth, and death—these three elements constitute the essence of a life cycle. However, Nurgle rejects death, thus turning the entire Demon Realm into a place of distorted and unrestrained life, where there is only stagnation and decay, and no ultimate death.

The place Atlas attacked was called the Fungal Lands, a place whose name suggests a filthy place, and it was also the main battlefield of the Burning Legion's raid.

The advantage of this place is that it's right next to the Withered Garden, and the heart of the Withered Garden is the Plague Mansion, which is Mordred's destination.

As a seasoned gourmand, Mordred is most familiar with the Realm of Slaughter, since half of the Burning Legion's troops come from the Khorne, but the second most familiar is the Stagnant Rot Realm.

What a kind Nurgle! All these years later, he still kept that path open for Mordred to welcome his friend.

Unfortunately, his good intentions were wasted. Mordred not only showed no gratitude but also ripped open his anus, and the path became known as the Bridge of Fools.

The Bridge of Fools is located on the edge of Nurgle's Garden. A colossal pillar hangs above the bridge. If you continue upwards, you will reach the Fortress Stairway of your home base, and further up, you will reach the Gate of Wrath of the Khorne.

If you're looking for some fun, you can jump off the train halfway through. If you're lucky, you'll end up in Slaanesh's Valley of Creation, a place full of sluts. If you're not afraid to die, you can have a blast.

But Mordred didn't go up; instead, he led his three Daemon minions down the bridge piers, leaving the three demons completely baffled.

"Your Highness, I remember there was no way to get here at all. How did you know that?"

"Nonsense! Would I tell you that I was once the Fifth Chaos God, the Lord of Greedy Dissolution?"

Although I was only a god for five seconds, I can still say I'm a veteran. You've only been Daemon for a few years, and you dare to question me!

Mordred's tone was slightly sarcastic, and coupled with the somewhat eerie and sinister surroundings, he had the air of a villain and didn't look like a good person at all. Add to that Guilliman's voice and smile, and you could tell Ambition: "You are truly the worst generation of Daemon I have ever seen. Use your brains. Since this mountain range connects to the Four Gods' Domain, it must also connect to other places."

Material things aren't important; what matters is the spirit. Do you understand what the spirit is? Use your imagination!

Angrath, have you ever wondered why, ever since my biological father started sitting on the Golden Toilet, your Khorne has been sprawled on the Brass Throne?

As the foremost Greater Daemon under Khorne, Ang'grath suddenly realized that he had never really thought about this question before. After all, his mind was always on hacking and slashing, and he didn't think about anything else.

But since Mordred had asked, it couldn't help but ponder it, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't figure it out.

Mordred casually picked a wild Magnus Fruit and handed it to Ang'grath to nourish his brain. Mordred then led the three demons into the pool of decay, opened his mouth wide, and took a deep breath. As he savored the taste, he explained, "Let me tell you, it's because the Beneath the Golden Throne the Webway, and the Webway is connected to the Brass Throne. Your master certainly wouldn't dare to stand up, because the Yellow Skins are having a tug-of-war with the Khorne using the Webway."

Anyone who dares to stand up first will have their anus prolapsed and die from being hooked open!

"What? No, is this reasonable?"

Ang'grath was completely dumbfounded. Not only him, but even the most monstrous Shalaxi found it unbelievable. This was just...

It's not even historical fiction anymore, it's complete rubbish.

God the hell! The Blood God and the Cursed having a tug-of-war with a two-headed dragon using the Webway! Why don't you just call the two-headed dragon Slaanesh?

Don't you believe me?

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that this is a bit unbelievable?"

"I understand, I understand." The three demons roared inwardly, thinking, what exactly do you understand? Why are you putting on such a righteous act?

But Mordred continued to attack, recounting his anecdotes. "At first, I didn't believe it either. Think about it carefully, is there really such a coincidence in this world?"

Why are the Four Gods unwilling to let the Emperor go? It's because love has turned to hate. You may not believe what I'm saying, but you need to understand where the Primarch came from."

"But this isn't right!"

"Hey, what's right or wrong? The truth is often hidden in the details. You may not believe me, but the facts are there: the Primarch is the product of the mating of the Four Gods and the Emperor."

Let's be frank. Think about how the Four Gods' ambiguous attitude towards the Emperor changed in the early stages of the Great Crusade, and then turned against him. Do you believe there wasn't a little secret behind that?

Don't believe what the Four Gods say; look at what they do. Take Perturabo for example—doesn't Kairos know what kind of person she is?

"Pepe killed 11 Daemon, probably more than I've ever eaten, and even so, Tzeentch still won't let go. Do you know why?"

Why?

Because of love!

"Oh, I'm a little lost."

Mordred waved his hand, gesturing for Kairos to come closer. After a few words, the Lord of Change's eyes widened instantly, staring intently at Mordred.

No matter how it observed, it couldn't see a trace of deception in Mordred's eyes. All it saw was his saintly nature. He was clearly Guilliman's body, yet his left eye stood guard and his right eye was on watch, making it impossible to tell the difference.

"Don't ask how I know this. I can only tell you it's a secret, and it wouldn't be good for you to reveal it. As for why I know so much, look at this abyss; it's actually my demonic realm."

This time Mordred wasn't lying; what lies below is indeed the Devouring Abyss, the place from which the Burning Legion emerged. This also explains why the Burning Legion was able to suddenly appear in the territory of the Four Gods.

Mordred never lied; after all, how could the affairs of a scholar be called lies? It's all about subtle writing, and everything he said was true.

Taking things out of context, exaggerating, distorting concepts, and instigating internal strife—these are the four fundamental principles of journalism.

The Four Gods did indeed make a deal with the Emperor, and the Chaos God forcibly kept the original body because of love. As for what kind of love it was, don't worry about it; possessiveness is also part of love.

Judging by the time, Mordred felt that the Khan was almost ready, and signaled the three demons to stay close, as the journey ahead would be more dangerous.

Although Mordred is unreliable most of the time, he can be quite helpful in crucial moments. And these three Greater Daemons are also quite honest, after all, they are in their Nurgle's hometown, and they could easily Death and Dao Dissipation if they are not careful.

Traveling at a leisurely pace, the four of them, led by Mordred, appeared in various parts of the Demon Realm.

This is actually a normal phenomenon. The Four Gods Demon Realm is distorted; you might be on a riverbank one second and at the bottom of a cliff the next.

Seeing that they had unknowingly arrived at the plague mansion of their Nurgle, a strange sense of excitement made the three-headed Greater Daemon feel extremely comfortable. Especially since being discovered would mean certain death, this desire to court death was more captivating to the demon than any other thrill.

Since they came in to cause trouble, Mordred didn't enter through the main entrance. Instead, he and the three demons formed a human ladder and chose to climb over the wall from behind.

This is where the veteran artist's skill shines. Mordred is incredibly adept at sneaking in, picking locks, and scaling walls, while the Daemon seems a bit hesitant.

Fortunately, the three demons are no ordinary people. Kairos has an exceptionally long neck, which allows him to stick his head inside the window as a camera.

The first place they entered was definitely the warehouse. Looking at the dazzling array of artifacts around them, the three-headed Greater Daemon instantly knew they had come to the right place, and they started stuffing sacks into it.

"Idiots, what use are these pieces of junk to you? You can't use them, and they'll easily be discovered. Take the valuable ones instead."

Look at this, a branch from Rotwood Colossus, this thing is the World Tree, and this fang of the Lord of Maggots, if you put a handle on it you can use it as a backstab dagger, one stab and you're done.

You only have five minutes to loot, while I go to place the bombing beacon. But I've already said beforehand, everything will be split 30/70.

"Your Highness, you only want 30%, isn't that inappropriate?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred smashed Shalaxi's milk basket with a punch, declaring that 70% of it was his and only 30% was theirs. He added that if anyone dared to steal a single piece of his equipment, they'd better think twice, as he was no saint.

The bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish. Thirty percent is quite a lot. It may seem like they're being exploited, but other Daemon don't even have the chance to do their side jobs.

It would be abnormal if Mordred shared the spoils with them; only such greed is worthy of His Highness. The more Mordred takes, the more at ease they feel, right?

Look at this prince, how greedy he is! He even stole a piece of fabric from Shalaxi and put it in his pocket.

Brothers who have been on the battlefield know that corpses are not just corpses, but also small treasure chests. It takes courage and carefulness to deal with them. You never know if the dead guy has something valuable on him, or if there is a booby trap hidden underneath.

Rather than taking the risk, it's better to call in hyenas. You might earn less, but at least the money is clean, and you've done a good deed.

The same applies to scavenging; the most crucial point is that you absolutely cannot be greedy. The most important aspect of the search, attack, and withdrawal strategy is not the search itself, but the withdrawal.

Five minutes later, Mordred had already placed the beacon, slapped Ang'grath on the head. The Greater Daemon who was beaten didn't dare to utter a sound and even had to say thank you.

"Your Highness, you are so kind!"

"Hey, you bastard, you're being so polite. We're family, no need for formalities. Get out of here."

The figure carrying three large sacks moved furtively through the mansion. Once you've been there a while, you'll get used to it; you'll come out the same way you came in.

However, Mordred did not leave immediately. Instead, he led the three Daemons in circles, and the three demons did not suspect anything, after all, Mordred also had a share of the treasures on his back.

What they didn't know was that you have to be alive to spend money, and Mordred didn't care about these things at all; he had already started preparing to sell out his teammates.

He was searching for a target, and those so-called treasures were just a cover. After all, some things couldn't be touched, and even if you were to steal something, you couldn't steal something marked with the Divine Seal.

Mordred won't tell this little secret, and why?

That's obvious. I brought those three along to be targets. Otherwise, how would I run away? Don't you know who my biological father is? Betraying teammates is a family tradition.

As he walked, Mordred suddenly stopped. He seemed to hear someone crying, and the crying was quite rhythmic, playing back and forth in three minor tunes.

Your Highness?

"Shh! The enemy seems to have spotted us. You guys go first, I'll cover your retreat. I don't want the 70% anymore, but you have to do me a small favor: try to draw the enemy's attention as much as possible, otherwise none of us will escape."

It's foolish not to take advantage of a bargain. As Warp Entity born from extreme desires, Daemon also have emotions and desires, and can be swayed by greed.

Previously, they were thinking about how to line their own pockets, but now they don't even need to think about it anymore. The three-headed Greater Daemon immediately said, "Your Highness, rest assured, we may not know how to do other things, but we are definitely good at causing trouble."

"That's exactly what I wanted!"

The bigger the commotion you cause, the safer I am; the safer I am, the more benefits you will receive.

Remember, I was never here. You did all of this. You raided the Plague Mansion, you accomplished this feat, and the Burning Legion will always welcome you!

"Your Highness! Why don't we just fight them?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and leave, or it will be too late. I know this place better than any of you. We can only escape if we split up."

Don't let our opposing sides fool you; it's fate that we're together. I might have a bit of a temper, but I treat you all like brothers. We're practically blood brothers!

The three demons had no doubts. Since things had come to this point, if they didn't leave, they would be letting down His Highness's cultivation.

"Your Highness, please take care!"

"Get out of here."

The three-headed Greater Daemon departed, taking with it priceless treasures—treasures so precious even to Chaos God —from the Plague Mansion.

Hearing the growing noise outside, Mordred suddenly felt a pang of guilt, but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile. Her good reputation from back then had indeed been useful; it was time to reap the rewards.

"Oh, this has really caused me a lot of trouble!"

Don't worry, if you die, consider those things as money to buy your lives, and you'll die a worthy death; if you manage to escape alive, you'll have lived up to my good reputation. Having good brothers like you is truly my blessing!

Mordred's hands moved swiftly, like a fly untying the 77 locks on the door to the Secret Room. It only took him five seconds, but he still lamented that his skills had become rusty, as it had taken him so long.

As the door opened, a pale, almost dying blonde woman appeared before him, and she immediately stopped crying.

"Who are you?"

"Ha! You actually asked such a pointless question, but since you've sincerely admitted to asking, then I'll mercifully tell you that I am none other than Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Empire XIII."

Although Ephraime is my old flame, you are far more beautiful, madam. I've come to rescue you!

Being complimented on your looks is a universally applicable compliment, especially when someone comes to your rescue. However, Isha wasn't happy because she could clearly see the strange man who called himself Guilliman.

Isha couldn't describe what she saw, but she could see the three blessings above Guilliman's head, the heavy shackles binding his body, and the indescribable grotesque distortion.

The grotesque thing was beyond description; just a light touch was enough to Sanity Collapsed. It was not human at all, but an indescribable creature wearing a monster's skin with a human skin on top of that.

"No, I'm doing fine, I'm not leaving."

"Hmph, that's not up to you. Don't force me to use force, or I'll go crazy and even scare myself."

"A beauty like you would be a complete waste to scratch even a little bit. And rest assured, I will absolutely not mistreat you. I just wonder, my lady, would you be willing to share a bed with my father tonight?"

"What? I'm a widow!"

Wouldn't that be even better?

The words had barely left her lips when a powerful, gold-and-blue psionic Psychic Power appeared. Guilliman couldn't handle this physique, but Mordred was no pushover.

He immediately covered Isha's mouth and grabbed a fist the size of a cooking pot, then began to pound it against the back of her neck.

Each punch was stronger and harder than the last. Isha, caught off guard, tried to struggle, but she was no match for Mordred's strong arms.

But this thing has no other skills, but its vitality is really tenacious. Mordred punched it over a hundred times before it finally knocked it unconscious, but as soon as it passed out, it woke up again.

Their eyes met, Mordred seemed to see two tears welling up in his eyes. Enraged, he grabbed his greatsword and swung it down.

As her two legs were severed, Isha stopped crying; instead, tears streamed down her face. She was in excruciating pain.

"Hmph~"

"You dare to hum? Are you out of your mind? Bear with it, you still have two arms."

Upon hearing this, the goddess of life immediately stopped struggling, slammed her head against the wall, smashing a large hole in it, and finally closed her eyes peacefully.

Without any hesitation, seeing that the guy had finally behaved, Mordred stuffed the parts into a sack and ran off, leaving behind the small piece of cloth from Shalaxi that was stained with the strong smell of Slaanesh.

"Hahaha, the evidence is irrefutable, that's it!"

Meanwhile, as Isha left the mansion grounds, the Nurgle finally realized what was happening, and what followed was a fit of rage.

Looking at the bloodstains covering the room, and the obscene object that had humiliated her, the Nurgle could only imagine the immense torment Isha had endured.

"Ah, Slaanesh, I swear to kill you!"

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