Who Told You I Was Alone?

Flowers --- Garden of Nurgle.

Count Rot gazed at the burning Garden of Nurgle and felt as if his soul was shattering.

This was a blessing it had painstakingly obtained from its "Benevolent Father" after sacrificing its entire clan of tens of thousands of people. It was hoping that the virus and plague of the "Eternal Garden of Nurgle" would spread throughout the entire Nomad Port, becoming the cradle for its eternal life!

But what about now?

The cradle for eternal life, before it could even be fully laid out, was set ablaze!

It's easy to imagine how terrible Count Rot's mood is right now; you can tell from his gradually reddening eyes and trembling body.

"Gone—my Eternal Garden of Nurgle, gone—"

Count Rot's lips trembled, his mind completely blank; he couldn't understand why, this was a gift from his Benevolent Father.

How could someone have burned down the Garden of Nurgle so easily?

This is no ordinary "Garden of Nurgle" that can be set on fire; this is Garden of Nurgle imbued with the power of Benevolent Father.

It's a breeding ground for plague and viruses; what exactly are those golden flames?!

Just as Count Rot was lost in thought, Alvin waved enthusiastically at the figure enveloped in golden light. "Hi~ Winnie!"

Alvin walked over with a beaming smile, opening his arms to hug her. "I knew you'd come, hahaha!"

However, what awaited him was a powerful punch from Winnie, who was in a rage, slamming her fist directly into his abdomen!

This punch almost made Alvin's screen flash, and he even vaguely saw a huge golden guy!

Seeing stars, Alvin clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground in agony, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The surrounding Dark Angels initially wanted to intervene, since Alvin was, after all, their commander.

But after being glared at by Winnie, they immediately knew better and took a half step back in unison.

It wasn't out of fear, but rather because they sensed a familiar aura emanating from Winnie, an aura they recognized from years ago.

The Dark Angels were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

As for Ilya, clutching the Executioner Greatsword, she immediately shrank into a corner, let alone trying to save anyone.

"I told you not to take risks, but you insisted on doing so anyway. Did you even take my words to heart?!" Winnie strode up to him, grabbed his collar, and saw a real fire burning in her golden eyes.

You can tell he's really angry!

"I—I'm just trying to share the burden for the Imperium."

Meeting Winnie's angry gaze, Alvin felt a sudden chill run down his spine and stammered, "Besides,"

I've been suppressing heretics for the Emperor; even if I haven't achieved any merit, I've certainly put in the hard work!

"Do you know you almost died!" This was what enraged Winnie the most. She tightened her grip on Alvin's collar, a hint of worry hidden deep within her furious eyes. "This is the Garden of Nurgle. Even Primarch can easily get infected here, let alone you?!"

"I—I wasn't entirely unprepared." Alvin gave an awkward smirk, pulling open his clothes to reveal densely packed golden magical characters. "Look~ I was prepared. Even if I get infected, I can use these diseases as a 'trade' and sacrifice them to some demon god."

The first priority in learning magic is to remember the rules of trade. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful Nurgle's plague virus is, he can still trade it to Dimensional Demon God.

Upon seeing the magical characters, Winnie's anger subsided somewhat.

"That punch was way too hard!" Alvin clutched his stomach, wincing in pain.

"Ha." Winnie sneered, her anger undiminished. "That punch just now, the Emperor made me do it for him!"

"Damn it, these Yellow Skin are unreasonable!" Alvin's eyes twitched, as if he had lost his voice, unable to speak for a long time.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Finally regaining his composure, Count Rot glared at the two still "flirting" in his Garden of Nurgle: "Kill them! I'll bury their bodies in the soil to become fertilizer for my Garden of Nurgle!"

Hearing the sound, Winnie abandoned Alvin and turned her gaze to Count Rot in the main hall. "You haven't learned your lesson after I burned down your Garden of Nurgle last time, have you?"

This time, it was Count Rot's turn to be stunned. Hadn't this Garden of Nurgle already been burned down once?

Alvin knew about the "last time" Winnie was referring to, so he leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "The Plague War —you weren't there either, were you?"

However, Winnie did not answer his question directly. Instead, she gripped the burning golden longsword, and the rich golden light emanating from her body gradually formed sacred wings behind her!

"No wonder you possess such power! How dare you trespass into my Garden of Nurgle alone!" Count Rot, bathed in the golden light, let out a painful scream, his face contorted with venom. "This is my territory! So what if you possess the power of that rotting flesh?!"

Even though Winnie is Living Saint, she is ultimately alone. Facing Count Rot, who has almost Ascend to Daemonhood status, and being in his domain, she certainly doesn't have much of an advantage.

"Your strength alone is ultimately limited, but my army of plague is inexhaustible!"

The Garden of Nurgle, ablaze with flames, was suddenly overwhelmed by a swarm of rotting corpses and flies, instantly trapping them in a dense encirclement!

Count Rot splashed the thick soup from the Holy Grail, a soup that originated from the source of the virus, simmered in the giant cauldron of the "Benevolent Father"!

"So what if he's Living Saint?!" Count Rot had completely lost his mind. "You've walked right into my trap, so let you taste the grand gift I've prepared!"

The entire main hall was trembling violently, revealing a massive sacrificial ritual hidden beneath the vines that covered the floor.

The power of the Warp surged forth like a torrent, with hordes of abominable plague demons and interstellar warriors who had sided with Chaos pouring out of the rift!

Holy crap! Alvin's pupils constricted sharply. With Sisters of Silence present, the opponent was still able to tear through Warp. Nurgle really went all out!

"I'm sorry—I couldn't control myself!" Blood trickled from Ilya's lips, and her pupils were bloodshot.

Clearly, she had done her best, but the power of the Warp was too immense, far beyond what a single Sisters of Silence could suppress.

Who said I'm all alone?

Winnie's gaze was cold and clear. She then raised the burning sword high, her wings radiating light and dispelling the encroaching poisonous fog.

Suddenly, numerous figures emerged from the golden light, clad in black Power Armor, each radiating a breathtaking aura.

With frenzied roars and battle cries, like wild beasts, the interstellar warriors clad in black Power Armor cast their bloodthirsty and insane gazes at the opposing demonic army.

"For Sanguinius!!!"