He sent no armies and employed no tricks. He merely used his enormous ladle to scoop up a generous serving of the thick soup he had painstakingly brewed in his cauldron for tens of millions of years, imbued with the concepts of "absolute stagnation" and "ultimate corruption." Then, gently and with boundless affection, he pushed it into the absorption range of the Obelisk network.
This soup was Nurgle's masterpiece.
It contained the first trace of "decay" from the birth of the universe, the "entropy" that could rot time itself, the "ultimate plague" that could dissolve even a Daemon Primarch into a puddle of pus in an instant, and, above all, the "despairing tranquility" and "endless decay" at the very core of Nurgle's divinity.
His goal was not to kill this meatball.
He wanted to "love" him.
He would use this divine soup, the culmination of countless plagues and forms of corruption, to corrupt his flesh, making the enormous meatball fester from within, ferment, sprout mushrooms, and ooze pus, until he became the largest, most radiant, most succulent pearl in Nurgle's Garden. He would no longer hunger, for he himself would become an eternal "septic tank" that constantly produced new life.
The ladleful of soup, enough to contaminate an entire galaxy, was eagerly absorbed by the Obelisk network.
Terrifying energy imbued with the concept of "termination" surged into Liu Zhipeng's body like a flood bursting through a dam.
[Primordial Quickening] instantly kicked into full gear!
If Tzeentch's concepts were "molecular gastronomy," Khorne's rage was "fresh seafood," and Slaanesh's temptations were "hallucinogenic mushrooms," then Nurgle's soup was an entire unprocessed blue whale containing limitless energy!
Vast, stable, pure Warp energy!
The instant these poisons, potent enough to make any substance or soul decay and stagnate, entered [Primordial Quickening], the two utterly different