The Warp is constantly shifting and is never fixed. The Garden is a collective agglomeration of thoughts, and it likewise possesses no true form.
"You should be dead!!" A voice of interrogation issued from Nurgle's mouth; this voice alone was capable of poisoning and corrupting a person, ultimately causing them to throw themselves into the Grandfather's embrace.
The radiance upon the Emperor's body became incomparably dazzling, just like a blazing sun. He glared at that mouth and shouted: "God of Plague! You should be inside your dilapidated house stirring your disgusting Plague Cauldron, but you aren't. Clearly, you are afraid. You have foreseen your own demise—just like that maxim you believe in, there is no eternity in this world. All things must wither!"
The Emperor, clad in golden armor, extended his right hand and made a gentle gripping motion within the Warp, and a burning longsword appeared in his grasp.
The Sword of the Emperor was a massive, flame-sheathed greatsword created by the Emperor utilizing his mastery over the Warp and scientific knowledge.
The blade of this masterfully crafted sword burned with leaping flames from hilt to tip.
When swung, the burning blade would trace pyrotechnic arcs through the air, capable of easily slicing through the sturdiest of armor.
At the exact same moment, within the material universe, Guilliman stared blankly at his completely empty waist. 'Where is my dad's sword?'
Nurgle's eyes stared fixedly at the Emperor. He could not refute these words; death and finality were likewise part of His authority. Even Chaos Gods were not eternal entities, otherwise His very existence would lose its meaning.
"Emperor, your thinking is far too narrow-minded. Any life form has the right to survive; whether they are humans, Orks, Aeldari, or even those bugs and bacteria, all are equal."
Hearing Nurgle's words, a smile surfaced on Yang Tao's face as he said: "Nurgle, including the life forms you speak of, every single thing has a moment where it ends and fades away. Now, your time is up."
Subsequently, he turned his head to look at the glittering, golden Emperor and said: "If you aren't going to make a move, then I'll have Brother Iron do it."
Unlike Tzeentch's domain, ever since he stepped foot inside Nurgle's domain, the all-pervading plague had been continuously trying to corrode his body.
This kind of plague wafting from Nurgle's body carried the power of rules. If Brother Iron had not utilized special abilities to protect him, by now he was afraid he would have already resurrected back in the overworld.
He doubted whether a poison-immune Bezoar could even withstand damage that was at the level of cosmic rules.
"God of Plague, accept your destiny!" The Emperor raised the longsword in his hand high and then swung it down with force. A continuously surging wave of fire swept across the Garden of Nurgle, a wave of fire countless times hotter than the sun devouring everything below.
Within the flames, Nurgle let out an angry howl.
The psychic fluctuations upon the Emperor's body became increasingly tempestuous, until ultimately a golden sun appeared within the Warp; this was the Emperor's projection within the Warp, and also his original form inside the Warp.
This sun dropped down from the sky, smashing into Nurgle below like an asteroid colliding with the Earth.
The Emperor could suppress Nurgle, but completely killing Him was an impossible task.
Flames and plague locked in mutual gridlock, the two canceling out and infecting one another; nothing remained in the entire space except the energy of both sides.
On the surface, Yang Tao appeared completely unperturbed, but in reality, his heart had long since poured forth exclamations of awe. 'Holy shit, this Emperor! Holy shit, this Nurgle! Thank goodness I didn't come here prematurely, otherwise I would have definitely been melted into a puddle of putrid water by Nurgle.'
Under the protection of the Ultima Iron Golem Titan, he was able to leisurely and contentedly watch the battlefields of the strongest powers in the Warhammer world beat each other up. If this were a regular person... no, even a Primarch wouldn't even possess the qualifications to be an onlooker in front of a battle of this caliber.
Even Guilliman, who had once raided the Plague Garden, could not possibly face Nurgle head-on.
The two were still locked in their play when, right at this moment, a wave of energy inserted itself out of thin air into the battle between the two.
The pink energy was like a ferocious beast, continuously eroding the Emperor's psychic power.
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It was unknown whether Slaanesh had sensed a threat, but in the end, He chose to make a move. A figure emerged from the pink energy; He was an androgynous entity blending male and female characteristics, with an irresistible aura of seduction radiating from head to toe.
Fortunately, Yang Tao was immune to this kind of chaotic influence, otherwise in this single instant, he would have succumbed to thoughts of riding a big wagon—riding a super big wagon.
Without saying a word, Slaanesh gently waved a hand, and a long pink whip lashed out toward the Emperor. The slender whip was covered in a large number of barbs; it was not difficult to imagine what kind of sensation it would be if one were lashed by it.
The Emperor raised the claw of his left hand and directly caught Slaanesh's long whip, subsequently pulling Slaanesh over with force.
Pfft. Sharp claws pierced through Slaanesh's body.
Ah~ Slaanesh let out a thoroughly ecstatic groan. For Him, receiving injuries was a rare pleasure.
"Emperor, you truly did not disappoint me! Use more force! Try to kill me!" Slaanesh's voice was neither male nor female but was completely filled with the power of temptation. The surrounding energy continuously roiled; a mere injury was fundamentally nothing to Slaanesh.
The three of them could essentially all be considered immortal and indestructible entities; their only metric of reliance was merely the amount of energy they possessed.
Whosoever's energy was depleted first would 'die'.
"Two against one? The Chaos Gods are this shameless now?" Yang Tao couldn't help but spit, then pointed at Nurgle and said to Brother Iron behind him: "Pummel Him to death, He looks disgusting just to look at."
"Yes, Creator."
Brother Iron moved. His figure appeared above Nurgle, his body becoming incomparably colossal once again.
That terrifying health bar surfaced right above his head.
Subsequently, he raised his twin arms, which resembled giant white jade pillars supporting the heavens, with lightning filled with the aura of destruction coiled around both arms.
In a flash, the Warp—where time and space were completely chaotic—was frozen into eternity at this very moment. The entire world was left unaffected except for the twin arms of the Ultima Iron Golem Titan and Yang Tao.
Even the incomparably powerful Four Gods of Chaos failed to show any reaction at this moment.
At the exact instant the Ultima Iron Golem Titan made its move, He had already been annihilated; Nurgle across countless timelines died directly.
Bang... The Warp vibrated.
Just like the previously vanished Tzeentch, Nurgle's body had its subjective thoughts directly erased, transforming into endless energy that fed back into the Warp.
The material universe did not disappear, and a new Nurgle would be born once again, but the Nurgle at that time would no longer be the Nurgle of today.
In addition, with Yang Tao present as an energy predator, it was highly probable that the Warp wouldn't even be able to gather enough energy to give birth to a new Dark God.
Yang Tao: "..." This... this is a bit broken and over-tuned.
In front of the Ultima Iron Golem Titan, Nurgle was just as powerless as a regular Greater Daemon in front of the Four Gods of Chaos.
This was a qualitative gap.
The Garden of Nurgle was collapsing and splitting apart. Yang Tao hurriedly took out an Energy Collector and placed it down, lest so much energy be wasted in vain.
However, taking out two more MK11s truly drained his EMC values dry. If he still wanted to place down more, then he would have to go to the world of Girls' Last Tour to harvest and gather some materials.
A new 'energy black hole' appeared.
The energy that originally could have given birth to countless daemons or Dark Gods continuously vanished.