Chapter 425 Kabanha: My destined enemy is finally here!
Well of Eternity.
The Lord of Change, the Great Transformer Tzeentch hurried to the source of the shock, but fortunately everything here had returned to calm.
His illusory body crawled in this area, exploring the traces left before, trying to find out the reason.
However, the Lord of Change found nothing and did not find any answers.
This made him even more confused.
The Lord of Change thought of his experience on the Glory of Macragge again, and became more anxious. He seemed to be even more powerless about the future.
Perhaps this was related to the changes in the Well of Eternity, but the influence of the Primarch of Hope could not be ruled out.
However, all this failed to find any clues or signs.
Blank, blank, and blank!
He reviewed all his connections with the Primarch of Hope, and his illusory figure trembled.
It seemed that every time he crossed paths with the other party, it would bring harm, as if it was inevitable.
The Lord of Change was a little afraid.
He canceled thousands of subsequent plans for the Primarch of Hope, unwilling to have any contact with that inexplicable existence.
So as not to be contaminated by the terrible fate that is beyond his power.
Suddenly, the colorful body trembled again.
The Lord of Change received a psychic message from the Primarch of Hope:
"Great Great Transformer, Lord of Change, thank you for your selfless sharing of knowledge. Your wisdom and power have undoubtedly brought a turning point to the galaxy's cause of resisting the Lord of Plague.
I hope we can continue to cooperate until the Lord of Plague is completely defeated.
Perhaps in the near future, I will visit the Crystal Labyrinth again to express my gratitude to you in person, and by the way..."
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This sudden thank-you letter made the Lord of Change a little puzzled.
The Primarch of Hope seemed to be different from other lives in the galaxy and the subspace. He could not predict his actions at all, and had no idea what he would do next.
It was like an erratic, changeable, and unpredictable black hole of fate.
The Lord of Change was silent for a while and completely cut off contact with the other party.
After cutting off the connection with the Primarch of Hope, this being seemed to be much more relaxed, and he crawled on his stomach as usual, observing the Well of Eternity.
The known future has changed.
He must find new clues to his destiny in order to regain the initiative.
The Lord of Change stared at the Well of Eternity for a long time.
He suddenly felt that the magic water below seemed a little dull, and his heart was broken for a moment...
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O'Neill, Plague Research Laboratory.
"Why did you block me?"
Ron frowned, a little puzzled: "Big Blue Bird is too rude..."
This trip to the Crystal Maze was a good experience.
So he sent a letter of thanks to the Lord of Change with full sincerity, wondering if they could cooperate again in the future and visit the secret library more often.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't seem very happy.
He thought of something and felt a little guilty: "Maybe the noise was a bit too loud this time, and that guy is unhappy."
In fact, the Lord of Change felt that it was unlucky to contact the Primarch of Hope, and out of respect for fate, he directly blocked the other party.
Dongdongdong——
The reinforced ceramic steel glass of the isolation facility made a sound, attracting Ron's attention.
He turned his head and looked over.
The Plague Messenger imprisoned there was making trouble again.
Only a few days later, the Plague Messenger's corruption deepened further, and he was attached to and integrated with the other six Chosen of Nurgle.
The seven twisted faces on his body were laughing: "Seven days, seven days are coming soon, the love of the plague is coming, and the people are welcoming the dead... Welcome the father of the plague..."
"Foolish humans, you can't refuse this joy, open your arms to welcome the arrival of the plague, you will get eternal life..."
"Surrender, the father of the plague is unstoppable!"
The Plague Messenger is eager to infect this planet, causing billions of residents to suffer and then turn into zombies.
He wants to turn this place into a paradise of plague decay, which is the best gift to the father of Nurgle!
The Plague Messenger's rotten body with many faces and hands shouted, and kept clapping all his hands to make more joyful and twisted music.
This music alone is extremely contagious.
It can infect mortals who hear the music with a mysterious plague and then turn them into zombies.
What's more troublesome is that the isolation facilities seem to be unable to stop the plague.
The swollen mushrooms and twisted vines that grew wildly on the ground and the glass surface took deep root and corroded, causing undetectable cracks on the glass surface.
Fortunately, this laboratory has been emptied, with higher-level soundproofing facilities, and all ordinary experimenters have evacuated.
"Okay, okay, you like listening to music so much, right?"
Ron was a little annoyed.
He issued an order to the high-level judge of the Demon Tribunal: "I like to help others the most, so let's play some high-end music for our guests..."
The high-level judge showed a cold smile: "Savior, we happen to have relevant music, everything will be as you wish!"
After that, the judges brought a large sound generator and attached it to the ceramic tempered glass.
This can turn the isolation cabin into a resonance chamber, greatly enhancing the effect of the sound, making it more sacred and shocking.
This is the latest technology, which was first used in the Demon Tribunal.
It will be transferred to civilian use later.
Due to the tradition of the Redeemer Territory and its high pursuit of the Holy Music of the Redeemer, the sound generation technology of the Territory is the best in the galaxy.
It even triggered a collection craze.
Many aristocratic and fanatical believers will buy various types of sound generators and use the best equipment to taste various different sacred music of the Savior.
They will evaluate different sound generators and music, and will also use holy water, holy objects, and specific sacred music to boil the machine into a more perfect state.
These sound generator fanatics communicate with each other and even form some kind of group that meets from time to time.
In general, gatherings about art and music are dangerous and heretical.
However, their gathering in this way does not attract the Lord of Joy at all like other art and music groups.
Because in addition to the sacred music of the Savior, they will also play sacred music about the Emperor and hold the sacred Emperor \u0026 Savior electronic music festival.
Even the Savior made an appearance at the gathering, offering encouragement to the faithful.
It can be said to be very loyal and sacred.
Buzz~
The large sound generator vibrated, and then emitted the extremely sacred and explosive imperial electronic music.
Accompanied by the roar of electronic sounds, a priest's rich roaring voice came out:
"Praise the great Lord!
In the name of holiness, in battle, we declare; we will never waver against heretics and aliens... For the Emperor, we live, we die, and we are reborn! "
This explosive electronic death rock music instantly suppressed the music of Plaguebringer.
Moreover, the continuous electronic music containing the emperor's name made this heretic believer feel indescribably uncomfortable and irritable.
"No!
Stop the damn music! "
The Plaguebringer covered one deformed ear after another with multiple arms, kept shouting, and then rushed against the ceramic tempered glass desperately.
Want to destroy that abominable sound generator.
However, no one paid any attention to him.
The large sound generator continued to increase the volume, and the imperial electronic music became more explosive at the climax of the music.
The high-ranking judge was very familiar with this and even started playing DJs, because this itself was one of the interrogation punishments of the Demon Tribunal.
They would even force the prisoners to play imperial electronic music for several years to completely destroy their will.
According to existing records, most Chaos Daemons were unable to withstand the Emperor's electro-sound torture and soon became more obedient.
The longest record lasted five years.
By the time the punishment was over, the Chaos Demon had become sluggish and drooled from time to time.
"Hey~ Don't say heretics can't stand this stuff, I can't even stand it..."
Ron took a deep breath.
These imperial electronic music updates are faster and more exciting, and they are already sacred to the point of being a bit heretical.
It's simply the Emperor's version of the Noise Warrior.
It seems that supervision will have to keep up in the future to promote the healthy and harmonious development of this field.
He looked at the agitated Plaguebringer with an indifferent expression. This was just a small punishment.
Next time, the heretic hater will know what it means to be afraid.
The All-Changing Healer obtained key knowledge in the secret library that could help him create a true potion against the plague.
And the effect is more perfect than expected.
A few days later.
The roaring imperial electronic music in the isolation room has stopped, and more high-level technical priests have entered the area.
They will conduct the final experiment.
"Is this the purification potion you are talking about?"
Ron looked at the glass cylinder held by the Everchanging Healer's mechanical tentacles. Inside was a light green, crystal clear concentrated medicinal solution, faintly revealing a hint of vitality.
The cost of making this medicinal liquid is astonishing. It uses many rare medicinal herbs and materials, and it also contains the energy of the sacred sun and the little sun.
Just such a small bottle is enough to collect taxes on several planets.
"Yes, thanks to the blessing of the Mechanical Goddess, I created a sacred liquid in a better way."
The All-Changing Healer was very excited as he held the medicinal solution. This was his most perfect work: "It can fully dissolve and transform many known plagues, turning them into harmless nutrients."
"Great Sage, your wisdom is amazing."
Ron nodded with satisfaction.
If the purification agent can really eliminate the plague messengers in the isolation room and render them harmless, then such a high cost will be worth it.
At least it's cheaper than Holy Ashes ammo.
Because those ashes require the most precious resource that is difficult to pay for yourself - time.
The power of the sacred ashes bomb is indeed powerful, but to make it, in addition to your own bones and blood.
Still have to wait a long time.
In other words, the output of that thing is pitiful.
However, the area covered by this plague war is so vast that even if all the sacred ashes are shot out, it will still be a waste of time.
It can only be used as a core attack weapon.
Sacred weapons that can truly be used on vast battlefields must be these purification agents that can be produced on a large scale.
The cost of the purification potion is a bit expensive, so I can bear it with gritted teeth.
At worst, after recovering the territory occupied by the plague, and then slowly recovering the blood, maybe we can still make some money.
"Then let's get into the experiment."
Ron gave the order, and after struggling for so long, it now depends on the effect of the purification potion.
Hope you don't disappoint yourself.
Isolation room.
The Plague Messenger seemed to sense the change in the atmosphere and became more nervous:
"Whatever you are going to do, the plague will not end!"
He released more Nurgle energy, and the maggots crawled everywhere, trying to protect their bodies with these blasphemous lives.
However, all the struggles were in vain.
The purification agent was injected into the spray system and turned into crystal water mist. After the mist reached the corrupted flesh and blood, it reacted quickly.
The vicious maggots died one after another.
The plague bacteria on the Plague Messenger were dissolved, and he could no longer support the corrupted flesh. One after another, yellow-green flesh and blood fell to the ground.
He cursed angrily, as if he had suffered great injustice and unfair treatment:
"No, this is the plague body given by the benevolent father Nurgle. I can't lose it. The people of this planet long for this eternal favor.
Do you know what you are doing?
You are trampling on selfless love, which is a big mistake..."
The Plague Messenger lay on the ground, hurriedly picking up blood and flesh and sticking them back on his body, and desperately gave birth to more plagues.
As a countermeasure.
He wailed: "You should be cursed and don't deserve the gift!"
Under the resistance of the Plague Messenger, the effect of the purification potion seemed to be resisted.
"Mechanical Sage, increase the concentration of the liquid medicine by 25%."
The All-Change Healer saw the Savior frowning slightly, and continued to increase the intensity of the liquid medicine spray, while constantly recording experimental data.
As the concentration of the liquid medicine continued to increase, the effect it produced became more and more amazing.
The Plague Messenger's body disintegrated faster, and green flowers and vines grew on his body. Those were special seeds contained in the liquid medicine.
They absorbed nutrients and grew rapidly, further purifying the environment.
"Father, I have failed you..."
The Plague Messenger uttered a final groan, and the only head left on the ground stopped moving, completely covered by flowers and plants.
This abominable heretic was completely purified.
Soon, an electronic report came:
"The experiment is over, no traces of plague were detected in the isolation room, the quality of the air and soil..."
"It's done!"
Ron looked at the lush flowers and plants in the isolation room, the worry on his face disappeared, and he smiled.
After using up a whole can of purification liquid, the Plague Messenger was finally destroyed, which was a huge success.
Even if it cost such a price to eliminate a Plague Messenger, it was a profit.
What's more, the purification liquid can be diluted and used to deal with some ordinary plague-contaminated areas, and can be used on a large scale on the battlefield!
Decades ago, Regent Guilliman had just woken up and he set up the Plague Research Institute and began to study the plague.
After a long research process,
The Plague Research Institute brings together the technologies of various races, as well as some amazing wisdom gifts, such as Fabius, the goddess of life Aisha, and the Lord of Change.
Finally, this purification potion was developed, and years of careful preparation gave birth to rich fruits.
The ceramic tempered glass wall of the isolation room slowly rose.
Ron stepped into the lush flowers and vines, feeling the fresh air, then raised his hand to pick the bright red fruit on the vine and tasted it:
"Not bad, sweet!"
He turned his head to look at the Change Healer and issued a new order: "Invest all productivity and make purification potions at all costs. There is no upper limit to the budget!"
Ron swallowed the fruit and looked into the void somewhere.
He has mastered one of the elements of victory, and the next step is to fight back.
Counterattack Nurgle Garden and snatch the goddess of life!
...
A few days later, Star Tower Airport.
One after another, the savior's warships gathered, and more ships came densely, reflecting the light of the stars, making the entire airspace more shining.
The Sanctuary of the Savior in the Airport.
The curtains of the French windows were drawn, blocking the dazzling light.
Ron sat in front of the office, flipping through the relevant documents. Now the full preparation for war has reached its end.
All departments have prepared for war.
According to the report of the Military Affairs Department, the major Space Marine Corps have assembled, and the members who went out on missions have returned one after another.
There will be new combat units joining this battle - Ogryn Warriors!
The Storm Group Army has also made modifications to the corresponding war machinery, and the elites are also covered with protective combat armor to adapt to this war.
As for the Redemption Fleet, more special equipment has been added to deal with the huge Nurgle special warship - the Corrupted Void Whale.
There is also a logistics department, which has also organized a huge medical and material transportation fleet to provide sufficient protection for this war.
Not only that, the Titanium Empire and the Steel Fang Greenskin Empire will also send troops to participate in the war, and the Tyranid Hive Mothership said that a batch of special-tasting bugs have been cultivated.
Maybe it will help the war.
In short, his army is ready to go!
Ding~
Ron received new information that his new servant, the great wizard Zarafiston, had developed a sorcery artifact that could detect the warp-corrupted machine.
He looked at the information, and the image presented by the Well of Eternity emerged in his mind - the core planet of the Savior's territory, Mattila, was gradually covered by the plague.
It was some kind of prophecy.
After reading the information, Ron immediately ordered Carter to prepare a new trip to Mattila.
Before setting off for Ultramar, he must remove the trap set by the big moth as quickly as possible! ——
Garden of Nurgle.
Because of the unprecedented progress made by the great plan of the benevolent father of Nurgle.
The death of countless humans has made the smell of plague and decay more and more intense, and the garden is expanding and occupying more areas.
All Nurgle lifeforms are in a carnival, playing music all the time.
Now, under the noisy farewell of Nurgle spirits, waves of Nurgle demons are heading to the galaxy, and their busy figures can be seen everywhere.
Boom boom boom——
"Plague, more plague!"
The huge rotten body stepped out of the garden, and maggots were scattered all over the ground.
That was one of Nurgle's favorites, the ninth-ranked Nurgle demon-the Great Unclean Sithiras.
He will carry out an important mission to completely activate the corrupt network buried in the Savior's territory to connect and transmit more power from the Nurgle Garden.
To hinder the Savior's steps.
...
Brass Fortress.
The bedroom of the Supreme Bloodthirster.
A deep, hoarse, purgatory-like voice came out, shaking the entire space.
"Blood God~
I, the Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon, the embodiment of anger, the skull plunderer, the mocker of the Lord of Change, the first demon in the warp, am willing to go to battle and meet the fateful enemy!"
Kabanha's terrifying body was covered with thick brass armor, with bright red iron chains and violent runes wrapped around his body, exuding unparalleled power.
He stepped out with great momentum, the flames burned the void, and hundreds of millions of demons cheered like a tsunami.
Finally, the Blood God's favorite is going to fight!
Now the Lord of Plague is in the limelight, overshadowing the Blood God's edge, and this terrible Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon will reverse all this.
He will plunder more land in the galaxy, let all beings know the power of the Blood God, and the flames and blood will spread to the entire starry sky!
