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In the warp, in a garden forever shrouded in disease and plague, next to Nurgle's cauldron.

Looking at the tiny blue-robed figure at his feet, Nurgle himself let out a low and gentle laugh. The cysts on his body burst one by one, sputtering pus and making a beeping sound: "Tzeentch, you You actually came to my garden, this is really a memorable thing..."

"I have something to ask you, Nurgle."

The Tzeentch clone, whose whole body was wrapped in blue robes, made an annoyed sound from under the light robes embroidered with countless complicated patterns. It sounded like countless sticky and slippery tentacles rubbing against each other.

"Why do you want to put your rotten creation into my crystal maze? Is this a very interesting thing for you?"

"Oh? This is a rare thing." Nurgle's body, which was bigger than the mountains, stood in the soup composed of mold and slime. The large spoon in his hand kept stirring the crucible. The patriarch said to Tzeentch in an elder-like tone, "But as far as I know, no Great Unclean One has left my garden recently, and no naughty child has gone to your crystal labyrinth. Lord of Change, you Have you asked the wrong person?"

"You don't admit it, do you? Okay!" Tzeentch's clone was obviously extremely angry. He took out a crystal sealed with brown mucus from under his robe, and slammed it on the rim of Nurgle's cauldron.

The crystal shattered at the moment of impact, and the brown liquid sealed in it flowed out. Its surface faintly revealed red and green colors, and a solid object of unknown shape slowly squirmed inside.The pool of liquid hissed corrosively on Nurgle's cauldron, emitting an unspeakable stench of the highest quality.

Even in the Garden of Nurgle, which is filled with rotten objects, the smell is quite explosive.

Almost the moment he smelled this smell, Tzeentch's clone couldn't help but let out a dry groan. He used the countless tentacles under the robe to tightly wrap the hood of the robe, and shouted at Nurgle who showed a curious look. Said: "Apart from you who can cook this kind of food called 'curry' in the human world into a form that is more palatable than shit, who else in the entire subspace can do it?! "

"This!"

The Plague Father was stunned. He stopped stirring the crucible, lowered his head and carefully smelled the liquid, which was extremely small to him. After confirming that it was a material he had never seen before, he suddenly let out a burst of noise. He shouted in ecstasy: "This is the poison I have been looking for for many years! It is the perfect base to prepare the divine plague! Dear Xin Liezhi, I must thank you for bringing it to me. Now, let me taste it..."

A long tongue covered with scabies and growths spit out from Nurgle's mouth. There are countless Nurgling spirits on it collecting chicken pox on the father's tongue. His tumorous tongue tip licks the brown mucus on the edge of the pot. After all, under the extremely disgusted eyes of the Tzeentch clone, he took it back and tasted it carefully.

"Hmm~ This smell... is really... really -"

Before he finished speaking, the Plague Father suddenly spit out a waterfall of vomit. The mucus mixed with billions of deadly viruses and pathological bacteria washed down, first pouring on the Tzeentch clone's head and face, and then on the former's tip. All the screams were spit into the crucible.

The green slurry that was originally boiling in the cauldron became lukewarm and weak after being diluted by Nurgle's vomit. The divine plague that Father Plague spent a lot of time and effort cooking was losing its effect under his own destruction. .

"It's so disgusting!"

It took a lot of effort for Nurgle to barely stop vomiting. His two swollen arms kept wiping his long tongue, as if he wanted to get rid of the horrible smell in this way.

He said to the Tzeentch clone who was covered in vomit: "This is definitely not something I can cook! Even the divine plague that is about to take shape in my pot does not have such an extremely twisted taste! I must tell you You, Tzeentch, this pool of liquid is an absolute shame and curse to all food!"

"curse?!"

This word made Tzeentch twitch like a PTSD patient. The man's name engraved on his silver throne, he has not been able to erase until now.

This eternal thing appears deep in the labyrinth of the Lord of Changes. It is simply equivalent to riding on the neck of His Tzeentch to shit. The more you rub, the wider the area. The thin shit has been evenly smeared on On the face of the Lord of Changes!

Could it be that the puddle of curry that tasted so bad that even Nurgle would vomit was also the work of that man?

No, that’s not right. It should be said that anything that appears in the subspace that makes evil gods like them unhappy must definitely have the sinister smile of that man behind it!

Looking at the dark sun in the distance in a secluded area of ​​subspace, Tzeentch recalled the torture he experienced during this period, and for a moment he couldn't help but cursed: "Cursed one! I fuck you——"

"Hey, hey, hey! This is not fun to talk about."

Nurgle hurriedly stretched out his hand to grasp Tzeentch's clone, watching it squirm and slip out from between his fingers, and persuaded in a good voice: "It's not like you don't know that the most important thing for the cursed person is his." Bloodline. Last time, there was a reckless guy who just called him a bastard, and was dragged by the cursed person to do illegal work forever. If you dare to insult his mother, what kind of things can the cursed person do? Even me I can’t imagine it!”

The words awakened the dreamer, and the Tzeentch clone, blinded by anger, was horrified. A large amount of cold mucus secreted from the tentacles, which was equivalent to a human being breaking out in a cold sweat.

How could I do such a stupid and impulsive thing? Could it be that the brainless Khorne set me up?

No, with that kobold's limited IQ, he would never be able to do such a thing... I understand, all of this is the conspiracy of that man!

Just so that I can inspire the anger in his heart, so as to break through the limit of his power at this moment, and attack my crystal maze!

That’s right!That’s absolutely it!

How cunning, cursed one...but I will never fall for your trick!

Cleaning the blue robe on his body with his tentacles, Tzeentch's clone turned back to look at Nurgle and found that the evil god who symbolized the plague was still staring blankly at the cauldron. He couldn't help but said: "What are you still doing? , quickly change from stagnation, and go to boil your cauldron with countless kinds of germs and countless kinds of toxicity. This is the only part I like in your garden, do you want to make me hate even this? ?"

"I have been stewing the divine plague for thousands of years..." Nurgle looked at Tzeentch's clone and said word by word, "It was destroyed by my own vomit..."

Silence filled the air between the two evil gods, and the figure of the man appeared in their minds, as well as that cold and sinister smile like a goshawk.

Cursed one, is this also part of your calculations? !

Far far away, above the sea of ​​skulls and the scorched plains, Khorne sat on his brass throne, listening to the dry chirping from the palace of desire, the quarreling from the crystal labyrinth, and the silent silence of the Evergarden. Voice.

Surrounded by these voices, the eternally angry God of War actually let out a long sigh at this moment. He looked at the dark and cold sun and sighed softly: "When will you come and fight me again, mortal... …”