A Divine Being Has His Own Brilliant Plan
His voice was calm, as if he was analyzing a mathematical problem, "I am carrying Emperor's Sword, and with the blessing of my father's golden flame, I am indeed confident enough to burn a large piece of that Garden of Nurgle.
But I directly broke into the depths of Nurgle's private Garden of Nurgle - that place is Nurgle's lair and his most core area. I can't even touch what level of demons and mechanisms are hidden in it."
He turned around, a hint of caution flashed in his blue-gold eyes. "Moreover, the current Imperium of Man is no longer the shabby mess it used to be.
In the past, Terra was so poor that I could just go out and wander around. It didn't matter how many people died, since I had nothing to lose anyway.
But now - thriving!
The five hundred worlds of Ultramar are prospering, with two and a half million ultramarines ready to fight, brothers from all walks of life gathered together, and even my mother is still on Terra waiting for me to come home for dinner."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and it was a wry smile, "If I'm fucking trapped in Garden of Nurgle by Nurgle, I can't get out for hundreds of years, and when I come back I find that Terra has been stolen from the house by three other Chaos Godss, my mother is missing, and my brothers are lying all over the floor - then who am I going to talk to?"
The corner of Asuryan's mouth twitched. "Are you so unsure of Nurgle?"
"I have confidence in Nurgle."
Guilliman nodded seriously, "But I have more confidence in the other three.
Do you believe it or not, when I step into Nurgle's Garden with my front foot, Khorne with my back foot will take his Bloodthirster to Terra and knock on the door?
Tzeentch will be there to stir up trouble, and Slaanesh will stab you in the back.
These four things are more sinister than the other."
He walked back to the stone bench and sat down again, as leisurely as a white-collar worker chatting in a cafe. "So, I need a safer way.
Don't force your way in, don't act recklessly, enter the village quietly, and don't use guns."
Asuryan looked at him, a smile flashed in his pale golden eyes.
He picked up the teacup, took a sip of the cool green tea, and then slowly put it down.
"Don't worry, nephew."
There was a kind of pride in his voice that said, "You are still too young":
"God has his own clever plan."
He clapped his hands, and the applause echoed in Garden of Nurgle, like an order.
Before Guilliman could react, he saw Garden of Nurgle's ground begin to shake.
Not far away, a lawn slowly parted to both sides, revealing a deep cellar.
There were no steps or stairs in the cellar, only a dark green beam of light rising from the depths.
There was a strong, scalp-numbing rancid smell in that beam of light.
Guilliman wrinkled his nose.
His Smart Atoms automatically strengthens the filtration system.
But the stench still entered his nostrils tenaciously.
Power Armour's built-in air analyzer started alarming like crazy.
One hundred and twenty-seven thousand unknown diseases detected Primarch.
Three hundred deadly toxins detected.
The energy residue of some suspected Warp corrupted substance was detected.
"What do you hide in the cellar? The concentrated essence of an entire Nurgle's Garden?"
Guilliman couldn't help but ask.
Asuryan didn't answer, just stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
His posture was elegant and calm, as if he was inviting guests to visit his wine cellar.
Guilliman hesitated for a moment, then walked over.
Kaine followed him, the God of War shrinking into a cautious look.
He put his hands on the tip of his nose and his eyes widened.
The entrance to the cellar is not large, but once you walk in, the interior space is extremely vast.
This is a natural cave with dark green moss covering the rock walls.
On top of the moss, there are clusters of tiny, glowing fungi.
In the center of the cave, a huge giant body is shrouded in a pale golden Psionic Energy barrier.
The object is more than thirty meters long and nearly fifteen meters wide, and looks like a giant coffin.
Guilliman soon realized that this was not a coffin, but a huge body.
That is the remains of a Krork.
The Orks tribe is spread throughout Milky Way, and they are barbaric tribes that can be seen everywhere.
But Krork is a completely different ancient existence.
They are the primitive race of the War in Heaven era, and are the ultimate weapons created by Old Ones himself.
In ancient times, this kind of alien race was not named Orks, but was called Kroak.
They have huge bodies, reaching a height of more than fifty meters, and their muscles and bones are extremely strong.
The hard body is strong enough to withstand C'tan's high-energy rays, and its intelligence far exceeds that of ordinary Orks.
The ethnic group has strict discipline and firm will. It was an iron-blooded army that fought against foreign enemies in ancient times.
The remains in front of me are none other than Kroak Krork that fell in ancient times.
Guilliman stood there, watching this behemoth quietly through the Psionic Energy barrier.
The huge body has long since decayed, and all the superficial skin and flesh have melted away.
The hard bones are exposed, like thick armor made from nature.
The surface of the bones is covered with mottled blue-black mold, which glows faintly in the dim light.
The lines of decay are criss-crossed, like a sea of withered gray stars.
The huge chest has been torn apart by external forces, and the rugged ribs have been folded outwards.
The cavity was empty, and all the organs had long since decayed and dissipated.
The huge head tilted to the side, and the ferocious fangs still maintained a charging posture.
In the empty eye sockets, there are clusters of strange dark red fungi.
"Krork, Kroak species from the War in Heaven period."
Asuryan's voice came slowly from behind.
"This is an extremely rare ancient relic in the world."
Guilliman turned his head and looked at Asuryan beside him.
"Where did you find this remains?"
"Sixty-five million years ago, when War in Heaven came to an end, I picked it up from the ancient battlefield."
Asuryan's tone was calm, as if he was just telling an ordinary trivial matter.
"When the war spread, countless Kroak soldiers fell.
Most of the remains were burned by C'tan Power, making it difficult to preserve them.
Only a few have survived by chance, and this one is the best preserved among them."
Guilliman The corners of his eyes moved slightly.
After 65 million years of precipitation, it is still intact.
The collecting habit of this Elf King is far more exaggerated than that of the collectors of the Necrons family.
"Are you going to use this Krork remains as bait?"
Guilliman asked in a deep voice.
Asuryan nodded slightly, with a proud smile floating in his eyes.
"The Orks race is essentially a symbiotic life form of animals and plants.
The dual characteristics of fungi and beasts are intertwined in the blood.
They have unparalleled vitality, powerful reproductive capabilities, and amazing self-healing capabilities.
Because of this, their decay process is long and lasting.
The remains of a Kroak beast will take hundreds of thousands of years to completely decay.
Over the long years, decay and vitality have been repeatedly intertwined, and the cycle goes back and forth."
Asuryan walked slowly to the Psionic Energy barrier, and touched the golden light screen lightly with his fingertips.
The light curtain trembled slightly, with layers of ripples appearing, warm and soft.
"The decay bred by vigorous vitality is the treasure that Nurgle is most obsessed with."
His tone was calm, with the unique sense of a collector appreciating treasures.
"In the eyes of Nurgle, this slowly decaying remains of Krork are comparable to a peerless treasure.
It is a unique treasure in the world, enough for him to devote everything he has to pursuing it."
Guilliman stared at the decaying remains of the beast in front of him and remained silent for a long time.
"You mean to put this remains into Material Universe.
When Nurgle senses the breath, it will open the space channel and pull it into Nurgle's Garden.
And I can sneak into it quietly through this crack in space."
"Exactly."
Asuryan retracted his arm and looked directly at Guilliman.
"The passage is secret and silent, no one can detect it.
Nurgle's mind will be attracted by this ancient remains.
All the demons under his command will rush here to admire this decayed treasure.
No one will notice, but a tiny figure quietly sneaks into the divine realm."
Guilliman Inhaled deeply, a strong rotten smell lingering in the chest.
Mixed with the light fragrance of Psionic Energy light curtain, it makes people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
"The stench of this body is really unbearable."
Guilliman feels sincerely.
"Such a foul smell is enough to rival deadly biological and chemical weapons."
"If you throw this thing into Slaanesh's Palace of Pleasure, then the narcissistic Chaos Gods will definitely run away in confusion."
Asuryan chuckled.
Guilliman did not take the joke and leaned over to carefully observe the details of the remains.
The skeletal texture is dense and hard, which is enough to imagine its strong fighting power during life.
The body is majestic and majestic, and its strength is no less than that of the Titans monster Imperium.
The hard fangs are as sharp as razors, the claws are razor-sharp, and the destructive power is astonishing.
If it hadn't been severely damaged by the destructive power of C'tan, this giant beast would have been able to dominate the ancient battlefield.
"Well planned and logical."
Guilliman stood up slowly with a calm expression.
"The method is clever, far better than I expected."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Asuryan bowed slightly, with an elegant and calm posture.
"It's not too late, the sooner we act, the better."
Guilliman's tone suddenly became sharp and decisive.
"Sneak in as soon as possible and end all disputes as soon as possible.
The longer the delay is, the easier it will be for Chaos Gods to detect abnormalities."
He raised his eyes and looked at the top of the cave, where the mottled fungi exuded a faint green light.
Like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp in a wilderness graveyard.
"All thoughts in the world will create invisible ripples in Warp.
All things Destiny will clearly emerge on the context of laws.
Chaos Gods has different temperaments, but possesses the instinct to understand the world.
Every second of hesitation increases the risk of the plan being exposed."
Asuryan nodded slightly.
"I will take action immediately and release the remains of Krork to Material Universe."