From then on, their power had waned, making them the weakest of the Four Gods.
That was also why Nurgle had looked down on Slaanesh earlier. He had originally wanted to beat Slaanesh up and reclaim Hols's soul, but now it seemed he might be the one getting a brutal beating.
With their power greatly increased, Slaanesh naturally wanted to see how strong they had become. That was why they had provoked Nurgle. Now that the fighting had begun, they had all the justification they needed to test their power.
The scimitar clashed with the Slayer Sword, and the second round of battle began.
A vast tide of purple rose from the horizon, spreading across the entire sky at astonishing speed.
Beneath that ominous purple-black sky, Slaanesh's figure grew ever darker and more powerful. Even their shadow engulfed the enormous, corpulent Nurgle.
Countless purple eyes opened in the sky, fixing their malicious gazes on Nurgle.
The next instant, those eerie eyes unleashed a torrent of purple rays, engulfing Nurgle from every direction without leaving a single blind spot.
Just as Slaanesh's attack was about to swallow him, Grandfather burst into laughter. His rotten, maggot-filled mouth opened wide, and he laughed loudly and without restraint.
The muscles all over Nurgle's body writhed disgustingly, sprouting countless pustules. They swelled larger and larger, then burst as soon as they reached their limit, covering his entire body in pus.
Inside the pustules were huge, putrid mouths, gaping greedily. It looked as though a mouth had opened in every pore on Nurgle's body.
The putrid mouths swallowed the purple rays one after another, like black holes devouring light. However much energy the purple eyes in the sky fired, the mouths consumed it all, striking a balance between the two.
Slaanesh did not care. They were