This life force was utterly different from the decaying stench of death. It was far more vigorous and vital. A fresh natural fragrance began replacing the suffocating foul odor that filled the area. The rotten, viscous flesh of the fruit became firm and juicy, while its decayed skin grew smoother and far more appetizing.
The drop pods that arrived afterward witnessed it all in shock. They landed through the breach Lin Fan had opened, witnessing what could only be called a miracle from within their sealed armor.
Celes radiated holy golden light, but she knew that all she could do was dispel the corruption and burn away those suffocating gases. Turning decay into life was something she could never accomplish.
"Praise The Emperor! Praise the Chosen One!" the Sisters and Crusaders cried in unison. Their reverence and devotion toward Lin Fan surged a thousandfold.
Space Marines from the other Chapters also descended into the landing zone. Perturabo had known Lin Fan would use his own body to open a safe breach for the troops.
Under Perturabo's tutelage, the Lamenters had acquired some interesting habits as well. The moment they landed, they began dismantling the drop pods and assembling them into mobile heavy weapons platforms.
Two Living Saints, three Primarchs, three Space Marine Chapters, Battle Sisters and Crusaders, plus Slaanesh's daemonic forces outside keeping Nurgle's daemons occupied—even without counting Lin Fan, the Subjective One, the Imperial force facing these Nurgle daemons was formidable enough.
But Nurgle's daemons would not surrender before such a display of strength. This fruit had been plucked from Grandfather Nurgle's branches, and the juices poured over it had been ladled straight from the cauldron. Daemons so cherished by Grandfather would never allow this group of unhealthy humans to interfere with their work.
"Hey! Brothers! Perhaps Grandfather won't