Storm of the Material Universe!

Nurgle's eyes drifted to the sky again.

Robert·Guilliman I don't dare to think about it, but what about that guy's brothers?

For example, that White Scars Primarch who only knows how to race all day long, such as that Iron Hands Primarch whose mind is full of "dismantling, dismantling, dismantling", and the lion Lion who just woke up from the seal and hasn't even brushed his teeth yet.

Pick one that's not that hard to fight, trap it with plague when it's not prepared, and then slowly corrode it.

Nurgle has plenty of patience with his "family expansion plan". After all, time is on his side.

Just when he was lying comfortably on the throne, thinking about how to trap another Primarch - a terrifying shock swept through the entire Warp.

Not from the junction of Material Universe and Warp.

It is a gray area that no one wants to step into, where matter and Psionic Energy collide, rub and agitate.

At this moment, the peace in that area was completely torn apart, and a storm of Material Universe enveloped the violent raw energy in reality that had not been filtered by any Psionic Energy, and slammed into the barrier of Warp.

That barrier didn't hold up for long.

The raw energy of Material Universe is like the sharpest blade, cutting through the soft, layered structure of Warp like muscle fibers.

That energy storm poured into the Chaos realm along the cracks, and wherever it passed, everything was disintegrating.

It is not Psionic Energy, not the product of Warp. It is reality itself, the materialization of matter, something that is inherently contrary to Chaos and does not belong to this world.

Nurgle's Garden bears the brunt.

The storm exploded in Garden of Nurgle, turning into an invisible shock wave that spread in all directions at the speed of light.

Wherever it passed, the Plaguebearers didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies disintegrated on the spot and turned into small, dark green fluids. They were then blown away by the storm, like a sandstorm blown by a strong wind, and instantly turned into nothingness.

Not a single one of those little things that were playing on Nurgle's belly was left.

They didn't even know what was happening. One second they were running and laughing, and the next they were gone.

The twisted and rotten trees in Garden of Nurgle began to shake violently in the storm.

Their root systems were uprooted from the soil by the storm. Those tough roots that had been entangled for 65 million years and penetrated deep into the bottom layer of Warp were as fragile as straw ropes in front of the power of Material Universe.

The trees fell and hit the ground, their trunks shattered and their sap sprayed everywhere.

The sap was dark green and had a pungent sour smell, but the smell had no time to spread in the storm and was taken away by the shock wave.

Those delicate flowers - if the "flowers" with teeth and the ability to crush skulls in Nurgle's Garden can be considered "delicate" - withered instantly in the storm.

It doesn't slowly shrink, it doesn't gradually wither, but it goes from blooming to ashes. The whole process only takes a few tenths of a second.

The petals turned into powder, the pollen was blown away, and the slugs, beetles, and flies that were still enjoying the nectar deep in the flower also turned into nothingness.

The warm, humid air, always filled with the smell of decay, was also completely changed in the storm.

The unique smell of Nurgle's Garden, which was a mixture of rot, mildew, pus, and a hint of weird sweetness, was diluted by the dry, cold, lifeless air of Material Universe.

Garden of Nurgle no longer stink, nor does it smell good.

It became a lifeless, gray ruin.

Nurgle stood up.

The bloated body like a hill stood up from the throne, and the ground beneath its feet was shaking.

His belly was shaking, not with fear, but with anger.

That kind of anger is not violent and hysterical, like the violent catharsis of Khorne, but a kind of gloomy, depressing terror, like the calmness of the last moment before the storm.

There was no smile on his face.

Those layers of fat were tight at the moment, stretching the face that was already covered with abscesses like a rotten drum head.

His eyes were no longer cloudy, but turned into a strange, bright, emerald-green light.

The light was neither flickering nor jumping, but cold and stable, like two burning green stars.

By Cursed One.

Nurgle's voice was low and hoarse, with a coldness that had never been seen in 65 million years.

He didn't need to think anymore because he could see the path of the storm clearly.

It tore Warp straight from a certain coordinate of Material Universe, hitting the core of Nurgle's Garden impartially and accurately.

This is not an accident, this is not a coincidence, this is a long-planned, carefully planned attack specifically targeting him.

Emperor It was him who made the decision this time.

"My children!"

Nurgle raised his head, and his voice exploded in Garden of Nurgle.

It's not a roar, not a roar, but a kind of echo that comes from the abyss, low and powerful, and every syllable stirs up circles of dark green ripples in Warp.

Those ripples spread to the entire Chaos field and reached the ears of every Nurgle Daemon.

"Kill all the people who invaded our Garden of Nurgle!"

He opened his hands, and the two giant palms covered with abscesses and maggots suddenly rose up.

Dark green light spurted out from his palm, turned into countless small light pillars, and shot towards every corner of Garden of Nurgle.

That is a blessing, the most direct, unmodified, pure infusion of power from Nurgle.

A Greater Daemon was trimming Skeleton Rose on the edge of Garden of Nurgle. The green beam of light hit it, and its body suddenly expanded in a circle. Chaos energy was almost overflowing under the rotten skin.

It opened its mouth, let out a dull roar, raised the giant scythe in its hand, and rushed towards the center of the storm.

Another Greater Daemon was stirring a pot of newly prepared plague by the pond. The green beam of light hit it, and the stirring rod in its hand instantly turned into a spear burning with green flames.

It turned around suddenly, and its bloated body showed agility that was completely inappropriate for its size. In a few steps, it stepped out of the pond and rushed towards the front line.