To be sure, Nurgle would not lavish too much affection on the Orks. He would also order his children to cleanse the planet of Orks and use their corpses to fertilize the Garden.
But that did not mean Nurgle would cruelly wipe out the Orks completely. The death of the body was merely the beginning of life's cycle. Your rotting flesh would become a paradise that nourished other life. The flourishing of that life would, in another sense, extend your own existence. That was how the world cycled endlessly, life perpetuating life.
Yet Lin Fan had broken that cycle, causing the vessels that should have nourished other life to vanish completely. He had not only weakened Gork, but also Nurgle. While further reducing Nurgle's total mass of life, he had also irreversibly lowered the maximum amount of life this world could sustain.
Although the amount Lin Fan had reduced was not large, the Milky Way was only so big. Not a single bit of space was superfluous.
Nurgle was enraged by the demise of these Orks and grieved by the passing of these lives. This was the first time he had felt the urge to kill an existence completely. Lin Fan's existence was a grave threat to all life. Not even the cruel Emperor or the immoral Slaanesh could compare to even one hundred-millionth of the wickedness of Lin Fan's actions!
Nurgle flung aside all his gardening tools and pulled from deep within his body the weapon he truly used for battle. The weapon resembled a mass of primordial water. No life existed within it, yet it contained every condition needed to create life.
This mass of primordial water was as ancient as Nurgle himself. The instant he drew it from his body, Nurgle's daemons lost their distinct forms. Whether