Let Me Have a Kiss
Warp's Chaos miasma was finally broken by a wisp of almost divine freshness at this moment.
It is a breath that does not belong to decay, does not belong to filth, and does not belong to all the decadent vitality under the control of Nurgle.
It is the pure, vigorous and original power of life with sprouts of grass and trees and rolling dewdrops.
Like the first star that suddenly lights up in a dead universe, it suddenly appears in the boundless putrid swamp, carving out a pure land of unique vitality.
Robert·Guilliman stood on this soft green grass, taking deep breath after breath of air for a long time and greedily.
In those azure eyes, which were always calm and sharp on weekdays, hiding the Milky Way stars and Imperium laws, there was a rare feeling of relief and joy that was almost ecstatic.
He lowered his eyes slightly and scanned the slender green grass blades at his feet. Crystal dewdrops were condensed on the blades. When the wind blew, they trembled slightly and spread out tiny pieces of light.
It forms a contrast between heaven and earth with the boundless Nurgle's Garden behind him.
"This fresh breath is indeed an unprecedented authority over life."
He spoke slowly, with a hint of imperceptible hoarseness in his voice. It was the exhaustion after being contaminated by the stench of Nurgle's Garden for a long time, but it was quickly healed by the pure vitality.
What followed was a low murmur of undisguised disgust. It completely lacked the majesty and dignity of the Prince Regent, and had a bit more of the true emotions of a mortal.
"The smell of Nurgle's shit almost made me vomit."
God knows how he just walked step by step through that hell composed of pus, rotting corpses, squirming maggots and sticky feces.
Garden of Nurgle has never been a garden in the ordinary sense. It is one of Four Chaos Gods and Grandfather Nurgle, the core of the Kingdom of God, and the source of all decay and plague.
The feet are always covered with thick, slippery and rotten mud that exudes a stench that reaches the sky. Every step you take will splash yellow-green pus. Countless unknown festering creatures are surging in the mud, making blood-curdling screams;
The air is filled with the ultimate stench of rotting corpses, fermented pus, and plague poisonous gases. The smell is enough to instantly corrode the lungs and souls of mortals.
Even Guilliman, who is a human Primarch and possesses Emperor divinity, has to circulate Psionic Energy in his body at all times to isolate this filthy breath that can pollute the soul.
What you see along the way are desperate scenes: countless rotting bodies hanging on twisted dead tree branches.
Huge flies and poisonous insects are buzzing and circling, dark green plague mist fills the surrounding areas, and every inch of space is filled with the disgusting and rotten law of Nurgle.
He was wearing a meticulous black tuxedo. The originally neat and delicate clothes were inevitably stained with some dirty marks when he wore Nurgle's Garden.
Even though he had already wiped away the traces with Psionic Energy, the stench that penetrated deep into his bones still seemed to linger on the tip of his nose, lingering.
Stepping into this pure land of life at this moment, it feels like a drowning person has finally caught the driftwood.
Guilliman could barely control his impulse. He wanted to kneel down on this clean grass and bend down to kiss every living blade of grass.
This is a way to commemorate every step of the arduous trek through the cesspit hell.
He leaned forward slightly, and the hem of his tuxedo cut across the grass. His movements were somewhat eager, as he really wanted to get close to this land.
"Oh, don't, don't, don't!"
A soft but urgent female voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Guilliman's movements in time.
The goddess of life stood by the flowers not far away, looking at the human Primarch who was wearing a tuxedo, noble temperament but slightly ungrateful behavior.
He quickly stepped forward to stop him, his eyes as green as spring lakes were filled with helplessness and a mixture of laughter and tears.
What a joke.
This piece of Garden of Life is the last pure land left under her imprisonment by Nurgle. It is a small place that she has exhausted her own life authority to maintain.
On weekdays, she would step on these tender green grasses with her bare feet.
Every blade of grass has been contaminated by her divine power and carries the breath of her life. It is her last comfort and sustenance in this boundless filth.
These tender grasses were transformed by her power and were the crystallization of pure life. How could she allow others to lean over, touch and kiss them?
Guilliman Hearing this, he moved for a moment, then slowly straightened up, and the rare gaffe on his face quickly faded away.
In the blink of an eye, he regained his former composure and elegance, as if his attempt to kneel down and kiss the grass just now was just an illusion.
Only then could the goddess of life take a serious look at the man in front of her.
His figure is as tall and straight as a towering mountain, and his black tuxedo is cut just right, which outlines his broad shoulders and slender figure without any wrinkles, showing the ultimate orderliness and majesty.
That face was handsome and resolute, with clear lines, combining the heroism of a mortal and the dignity of a god.
The azure eyes are as deep as the sea, hiding within them the movement of the stars, the rise and fall of Imperium, and the thick and majestic aura of Psionic Energy lingering around him.
It is the divine power of war and order. It is calm, vast, and extremely oppressive. However, in this pure Garden of Life, it has restrained all its sharpness and appears to be particularly gentle.
"You are the person Asuryan found to save me?"
The goddess of life raised her eyes slightly and asked softly, with a hint of temptation and a hint of hidden anxiety in her tone.
She has been imprisoned in Nurgle's Garden for a long time. Eldar Gods has fallen and declined. Asuryan, the king of the gods, has no time to take care of himself.
After all, foreign aid was found for her, and the Primarch from Imperium of Man in front of her was the savior that Asuryan tried his best to contact.
Guilliman heard this, gently raised his hand, and slowly patted the non-existent dust on his knees.
His movements were gentlemanly and regular, and then he bent slightly, put his right hand on his chest, and made an extremely elegant and respectful gesture toward the goddess of life.
His voice was deep and magnetic, and he clearly stated his identity word by word. Every title set off a faint ripple of Psionic Energy in Warp.
"I am Robert·Guilliman, Imperium of Man, the thirteenth Primarch, the essential owner of Son of War, and the master of the Ultramarines Legion.
King of Macragge, controller of Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, human Milky Way Imperial Regent, leader of millions of ambitions, human Milky Way Imperium the first Baturu."
His voice was calm, yet filled with unquestionable majesty.
Every title is the glory he earned through countless wars, countless protections, and countless years of perseverance. It is engraved on the history of Imperium of Man and resounds in every corner of Milky Way.
"The world calls me the Imperium Pillar, the Lord of Eternity, the highest mountain above Imperial Palace, the widest sea among the endless Milky Way;
Chaos Gods will collapse in panic when he sees me; Tyranids will cry in despair when he sees me."
"On weekdays, I punch Eldar's abuser and kick T'au Greater Good. Therefore, I also have the nickname 'Galactic Liu Haizhu'."
At the end of the sentence, he raised his eyes slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about a trivial matter:
"Of course, these are just false names and not worth mentioning."
Goddess of Life: "..."
She stood there, the corners of her mouth twitching uncontrollably, her emerald green eyes filled with shock and speechlessness, and only a crazy voice was screaming in her heart.
Not worth mentioning?!
It's not worth mentioning that you went on to explain these titles in such detail from beginning to end in one breath?!
She originally thought that the being who could be selected by the King of Gods Asuryan and dare to break into the Kingdom of Nurgle alone must be a top-level god who is calm, reserved, majestic and solemn.
But the human being Primarch in front of him doesn't look like a serious god. Instead, he looks like... a lunatic who doesn't have a bright mind?