Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 97 The Emperor's Bargain with Nurgle
The Warp began to tremble violently. Nurgle's infinite power was like a storm that swept away everything. His rage turned into the ultimate destructive force, radiating from his garden world to the entire Warp.

In the silver paradise of Slaanesh, she raised her charming face, her loving eyes filled with rosy mist, and looked towards the location of the Garden of Nurgle.

She felt an unprecedented anger, an endless rage that was even more terrifying than when she was competing with him for the goddess of life, Aisha.

What made Nurgle so angry?
Slaanesh was a little curious and casually brushed away the sex toys beside her. She changed into clothes full of eroticism and desire, raised her white toes, and walked towards the location of the Garden of Nurgle.

No matter who has displeased Nurgle, she, Slaanesh, will help to avenge Nurgle for stealing her sex toys.

The bells of Nurgle wailed, the demons in the garden kept crying, and endless terrifying divine power accompanied every angry step taken by Nurgle, causing the warp to tremble violently.

His gaze pierced through the Warp storm and saw the Demon House deep in the garden. A huge shadow holding the Sword of the Emperor was floating in the air.

In the Warp, the Emperor's shadow shines like a dazzling star, casting the light that drives away evil onto the Garden of Nurgle.

The Emperor's psychic power is very mysterious. The Warp demons that are illuminated by his psychic light will directly turn into pools of pus. They will completely disappear from this world, rather than being exiled to the Warp by conventional means.

Screeching, roaring, wailing, all kinds of wonderful sounds form a magnificent tones that rise and fall, hosting a grand musical opera performance in this garden of God.

The God of Plague mercilessly passed by his followers who died in agony and wailing. In his eyes filled with anger, there was only Aisha, the goddess of life in the magic house covered by the Emperor's psychic energy.

He swore by his own authority that if the Emperor caused his beloved goddess even the slightest harm, he would mobilize all his plague apostles to wage an endless plague war with the Emperor and humanity.

At last, Nurgle met his goddess.

The goddess of life, Aisha, was now being held by the Primarch's strong arms around her neck, and a sword with power similar to that of the Emperor's Blade was pressed against Aisha's white neck.

Nurgle stopped his heavy steps and kept a safe distance from the Primarch. He was afraid that the guy would be infected by his divine power and become nervous, and cut off Aisha's head.

“This was a not-so-nice misunderstanding. Rotigers told me that he had invited a distinguished guest to the garden, but he used some rough methods, which led to this unnecessary misunderstanding.

Look, the medicine I prepared for you can eliminate the contamination of the divine plague."

Nurgle patted the jar on his back and tried to look friendly and kind.

"We can sit down and talk, how about a tea party, just you and me and Elsa, without that guy behind you who makes a living by cheating people."

Nurgle said in a sincere tone.

The Primarch grinned and said, "I was just hoping to speak to you on behalf of the Emperor."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Nurgle's face was filled with smiles, and he felt that this kid had great potential.

But as soon as the second half of the sentence came out, his expression turned unhappy.

Nurgle's eyes rolled as he thought of a way to keep him before the Emperor could take him away.

At this moment, a thought from the Emperor came to Nurgle's mind.

Everything in the garden seemed to have stopped. The Nurglings stopped wailing, the plague plants stopped twisting, and the rushing poisonous spring water was frozen in place.

The two top bosses from the subspace and the material world began their negotiations.

"You're just fanning the flames. Sending a fool into my garden, don't you think you have enough enemies?"

Nurgle stared into the Emperor's golden eyes. "We are enemies. Moreover, it was your people who captured my child and took him into the garden. You never expected that he could resist your plague power, which led to the current situation.

This is all caused by your stupidity, don't put the blame on me."

"According to the contract, this Primarch should have belonged to me. I am just trying to get my share!"

"Come and take what you can get. In chess, nothing is deserved. If you have the means, come and take it, Nurgle."

"Shameless, scoundrel, bandit, how could we believe your lies in the first place? If you want to tear up the contract, you must bear our wrath!"

Nurgle roared.

"Now, I have your people in my hands, and the bargaining chips are on my side."

"Just try it!"

"You can try."

The Emperor said in a calm tone.

When the stagnant time resumed flowing, the Primarch had no idea what was happening. He was about to make his demands to Nurgle, but the Emperor's psychic might had already sealed his mouth.

"Wooo ...

The Emperor paid no attention to the Primarch's struggle and forced his psychic energy into his body, taking over control of his body.

Under the influence of the Emperor's power, the Primarch's body began to gradually withdraw from the Warp, stuck between the real world of Oravi and the Garden of Nurgle.

The Emperor looks down upon the Gardens of Nurgle and Oravi, upon countless battlefields and souls across the galaxy.

He then issued his own warning to the Plague God.

The blazing Sword of the Emperor, in Nurgle's domain, created a wall of fire that headed straight for the Black Chamber. Its surging waves of fire burned all the demonic creations in its path, and finally stopped in front of Nurgle.

The Emperor spoke in Galen's voice: "Originally, there was a balance between the Warp and the physical universe, but over time, the power of Chaos has caused that balance to break down. But the Warp is not the only thing that can expand. This realm is illusory. Only the will is real, and no one can overcome my will."

Garen told the Plague God: "One day, I will come to this realm again with true death, and sweep away the corruption of Chaos with a storm."

Then, the Primarch began to fall, and when his knees touched the ground, the Primarch had returned to the physical universe.

He turned his head in horror and looked at the Emperor who was still possessed by him. He said in an incredulous tone: "Why do you say that? Nurgle will keep staring at me. I don't want to be nagged by the evil god when I sleep!"

The Emperor's gentle voice told his son: "Whether you say it or not, Nurgle is jealous of you. Say something strong so that the historian will record it after your death."

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

What a sin! Why did I provoke the yellow-skinned man? !
He saw that he was avenging himself for those who blasphemed!

Shit!!!!!!!!!!!

(End of this chapter)