This Shell Declares My Arrival

Mortarion's pupils suddenly contracted.

He finally saw those black spots clearly.

It's a cannonball.

Tens of thousands of artillery shells.

From the end of Material Universe, they were accelerated, strengthened, and blessed by Emperor Psionic Energy, and shot into Warp at a speed that exceeded the physical limit, accurately locking the coordinates of Nurgle's Garden.

Those cannonballs formed a dense long queue in the cracks, connected end to end, like a string of golden rosary beads.

Mortarion wants to run.

But before he could take a step forward, the first wave of shells exploded in the sky above Nurgle's Garden.

That was no ordinary explosion.

That is Exterminatus that has been blessed by Emperor Psionic Energy. The warhead is not loaded with explosives, but Material Universe energy compressed to the extreme.

When the golden Psionic Energy shell shattered in the Warp, the compressed material energy inside was instantly released, causing a violent annihilation reaction with the surrounding Chaos energy, and then - exploded into a golden mushroom cloud.

The soil of Nurgle's Garden was overturned several meters deep in the explosion, and the rotten plants that had grown for countless years were uprooted and burned to ashes by golden flames in the air.

Those Great Unclean One screamed and wailed in the explosion. Some were blown away by the shock wave, some were swallowed up by the flames, and some didn't even know what happened, but turned into a ball of dark green light and were blown back to the depths of Warp.

Mortarion has the fastest response.

The moment the first cannonball exploded, he opened his pair of rotten flesh wings, flapped them violently, and shot up into the sky.

His speed was so fast that even the Greater Daemon behind him had no time to react.

"Guilliman!"

Mortarion's voice was full of anger, "You--! You humans--! You are not the son of a man!"

He was flying in the air, dodging the golden mushroom clouds that exploded one after another behind him, cursing as he flew.

The curses were intermittent with the roar of the explosion, like a strangled dog barking.

The Garden of Nurgle behind him was turning into ruins piece by piece. The rotten woods, pus pools, and swamps he was familiar with and had walked through countless times were now turned into a sea of golden fire.

When the first Exterminatus exploded in the sky above Nurgle's Garden, the sound didn't sound like an explosion, but more like a sigh.

Emperor's sigh came from the depths of Golden Throne, penetrated the already riddled barrier between Material Universe and Warp, and fell on Lord of Pestilence's Garden of Nurgle, just like a father finally delivering the final judgment to his son who failed to live up to his expectations.

Golden flames spurt out from the warhead, not burning or devouring, but purifying.

Wherever the flame passed, the corruption, fester, and mildew accumulated in Nurgle's Garden for 65 million years evaporated instantly like morning dew exposed to the scorching sun.

A huge rotten old tree with a canopy that covered the entire sky was licked by the flames. The moss on the bark first changed from dark green to gray-white, then from gray-white to burnt black, and finally turned into ashes flying all over the sky together with the trunk.

The ashes floated in the air, illuminated by golden light, like countless tiny stars.

More Exterminatus emerged from the cracks.

They lined up in a dense formation, like a flock of golden birds flying across the sky, swooping towards every corner of Nurgle's Garden.

A Exterminatus fell in the middle of Plaguebearer's playground.

There was a slide made of rotten bones, a small swimming pool filled with ichor, and a trampoline made of maggots.

Those Plaguebearer were playing there, with golden light reflected in their small eyes. Before they had time to figure out what it was, the heat wave of the explosion blew them away, and their bodies began to disintegrate in mid-air. Starting from the round belly, they peeled off layer by layer, like a peeled orange, revealing the dark green core that was still beating slightly, and then the core was burned to ashes by the golden flames.

The demons started screaming.

A Great Unclean One was kneeling on the ground, pawing the ground frantically with his sickle.

It wanted to dig a hole, a hole deep enough to hide from the golden flames.

Its sickle plowed extremely fast, and the rotten soil piled up into a hill behind it.

But the golden flame didn't need to touch its body at all. Just as the light shone on it, its skin began to blister, fester, and peel off.

It howled in pain, and the howl echoed in Garden of Nurgle, making other demons who heard it even more frightened.

A group of Plaguebearer huddled together, shivering.

The eldest one stood at the front, opening its tiny arms to block its companions, with determination in Mung Bean's eyes.

The golden light shone on its body, and it first screamed, then became silent, and then turned into a pool of pus.

The Plaguebearers behind it fled in all directions, and no one looked back.

A group of plague walkers patrolling the edge of Garden of Nurgle - those who were once Space Marines but were corrupted by the Nurgle plague and turned into walking zombies - instinctively raised the Bolter in their hands and shot at the golden light in the sky.

The bomb exploded in golden flames without causing any ripples.

They continued shooting until the explosive magazines were empty, until their arms were scorched by the flames and fell off, until their bodies were reduced to blackened skeletons.

In that golden sea of fire, Imperium warriors began to walk out of the cracks.

Their figures emerged from the junction of Material Universe and Warp, like light emerging from the darkness before dawn.

Their Power Armours were covered with dust from Nurgle's Gardens, their weapons were burning with golden flames, and there was no fear in their eyes, only an almost divine fanaticism.

The one at the front is Ultramarines.

Their blue Power Armour looked particularly dazzling in the golden firelight, and the golden eagle wing badge reflected the light on the breastplate.

Their steps were steady and powerful, each step was stepped firmly, and each step left a burning footprint on the rotten earth.

They raised their Bolter high, pointed their guns at the fleeing demons, and then opened fire.

Explosive bombs exploded among the demons, and the golden flames tore the rotting bodies into pieces.

They chanted the prayer Emperor, and their voices were uniform, like a hymn chorused by thousands of people.

"Emperor Above, your light shines on our way forward.

In your name, we will kill the evil spirits here.

May your flames purify this filthy place, and may your sword cut down the enemies here."