Nurgle is the oldest of the chaos gods, and His characteristics are vastly different from the chaos gods that followed.
Whether it is Tzeentch, Khorne, or the not-yet-born Slaanesh, or even the Dark King, they all have their own favored targets.
But Nurgle is different; He is like a loving elder who loves every life equally.
Whether you are a race that spans the galaxy or an insignificant bacterium, Father Nurgle loves you all equally.
Therefore, whoever you are, as long as you want to throw yourself into the arms of Father Nurgle, Nurgle will accept you.
Of course, if you can spread the love of Father Nurgle even further, Father Nurgle will pay even more attention to you.
So, why did Nurgle kidnap Morningstar to the Warp?
Does Nurgle really want Morningstar that much?
Not necessarily.
Even though Morningstar also respects life, that is for humanity, or rather, for the Empire.
For xenos and all enemies of the Empire, Morningstar would only grant ruthless destruction.
Nurgle’s idea is actually quite simple.
He had already chosen His collectible a long time ago.
He liked that Child, the little one, more and more the more He looked at it.
But what if the Child came to Him and felt too lonely?
Although His other children are also very cute, the little one might not get along well with them.
Ah, Morningstar is not bad.
Nurgle can feel that Morningstar would definitely take good care of His younger sibling.
That would be perfect—abduct Morningstar first to find a big sister for the future little one.
With a real big sister around, there would be no fear of the Child being lonely.
Father Nurgle is truly benevolent.
Say it quickly— “Praise Father Nurgle.”
“I praise your mother’s head.”
Morningstar kicked a few scurrying Nurglings into disgusting, pus-leaking minced meat, cursing loudly as she kicked.
There’s no helping it.
If you woke up from a nap to find yourself thrown into a latrine with a few pieces of crap-spirits surrounding you, you would definitely curse even worse than Morningstar.
Morningstar knew that the Emperor must have been held back by the chaos gods.
This was clearly a scheme targeting her from start to finish.
What else is there to say?
Damn Tzeentch!
Tzeentch: Actually, this really has nothing to do with me this time.
Morningstar went on a killing spree in the Garden of Nurgle.
No matter what she saw, as long as it could move, Morningstar tore it apart with her bare hands.
There was no choice; her sword wasn’t with her, so she had to endure the disgust and tear them apart by hand.
Morningstar knew that this wouldn’t kill them, but it was all she could do for now.
Otherwise, looking at the current situation, Nurgle intended to trap her here forever.
Morningstar was also unsure if the Emperor’s current strength could fish her out of the hands of the chaos gods, so she had to save herself.
She didn’t know how long had passed; time in the Warp is meaningless.
Morningstar just kept killing and running.
Morningstar could feel a sensation constantly eroding her senses.
Like the foul stench permeating this place, it made Morningstar’s movements gradually slow down and her cognition gradually become chaotic.
“Huh?
Why does my hand have a mouth?”
Morningstar looked at the big mouth on her palm, a scarlet tongue sweeping over the yellowish, sharp teeth inside the mouth.
“No, it seems like a human hand is supposed to have a mouth.”
Morningstar withdrew her gaze.
Unbeknownst to her, the scenery in front of her was gradually changing.
The dark green sky was gradually turning into a blue sky with floating clouds, and the dirty sewage was turning into a clear stream.
This place seemed to be a beautiful garden, and there were many cute little animals playing here.
So warm, so beautiful.
“Look, what a beautiful place.
Stay here.”
A gentle voice rang in Morningstar’s ears.
This voice could not be distinguished as male or female, but it was very gentle, like a kind elder comforting a Child.
“I…
I…
Why should I stay here?”
“There is no why.
Stay by Father Nurgle’s side and enjoy eternal tranquility.” A puppy came to Morningstar’s side and spoke.
Morningstar bent down and picked up the puppy.
The puppy spoke again: “Come, say it, praise Father Nurgle.”
“Praise…
Praise…
I praise your grandmother’s leg.” Morningstar crushed the Nurgling in her arms, and the scene before her vanished in a flash.
In front of Morningstar was a huge, bloated, terrifying figure.
He looked like a giant Nurgling, but He was simply too big.
Morningstar was standing on His palm at this moment, and beneath the giant hand was a large, boiling cauldron.
Morningstar stared at Nurgle without fear.
She sneered and pointed forward: “What, has the ten-thousand-year-old crap-spirit finally decided to show up?”
Morningstar knew that Nurgle would definitely try to corrupt her, but it would only be corruption.
As long as she was firm enough, Morningstar would never lose herself.
For this, Morningstar found the simplest method—maintain anger.
Aren’t you always gentle and always benevolent?
Then I will be angry forever.
To hell with your gentleness and benevolence; if you want to turn me into a stinky can, wait for your next life.
Morningstar kept up the firepower: “You old, undead, disgusting thing.
If you want to be a maggot in a cesspit, then be one forever.
You get covered in shit yourself and insist on becoming a fly to stain others with stench.
And you call yourself Father Nurgle?
Pfft!
You’re just gilding your own face.
At most, you’re just a big piece of crap in a cesspit who loves to drag others into the cesspit too.”
Morningstar felt the hand beneath her feet trembling.
The few Nurglings hanging on Nurgle were letting out ear-piercing screams at her.
Yo, angry?
Is this about to throw me into the pot?
The next moment, Nurgle’s giant hand swung and threw Morningstar directly out of the garden.
?
Morningstar looked around, bewildered.
Was she thrown out?
Morningstar had thought Nurgle would kill her in a fit of rage.
Then, a scarlet whirlwind swept Morningstar away directly.
Morningstar: Not cool, man!
Khorne: Thank you, Mother Nature, for the gift.
…
Khorne had originally been bestowing blessings upon Karagan and battling with the Emperor, when suddenly a soul He paid special attention to appeared in the Warp.
Oh, isn’t this the out-of-print collectible?
Although it was stained with a bit of Nurgle’s stench, the inside hadn’t changed.
Did a pie fall from the sky?
Never mind, today, I must get this collectible.
When Morningstar opened her eyes again, she was in a huge coliseum.
At this moment, she was lying in the center of the coliseum.
The sky here was dark red like blood, and a hot wind blew, kicking up scorching yellow sand.
Aside from Morningstar, there was no one else in the coliseum.
Morningstar touched the surrounding walls; they were rough but sturdy.
At least Morningstar, empty-handed, did not cause any damage to them.
Morningstar tried to spread her wings to fly.
Although her wings had not yet recovered, Morningstar used psychic power to take off, but found that she couldn’t use psychic power here at all.
Leave this place?
No, it was as if a solid barrier was placed over the coliseum.
Morningstar used all her strength but couldn’t break through.
A sound of breaking air rang out, and a giant axe fell into the center of the coliseum.
Morningstar approached cautiously.
This axe seemed to be prepared for her; at least in terms of size, it suited Morningstar very well.
Suddenly, the rusty gates on both sides of the coliseum opened, and groups of Lesser Daemons rushed toward Morningstar.
Morningstar did not touch the axe; she used her bare hands to beat hundreds or thousands of Lesser Daemons into minced meat.
Just as the last Lesser Daemon fell, the gates opened again.
This time, demons that were stronger and more numerous than before poured in.
Morningstar still defeated them using only her hands.
Subsequently, demons poured in batch after batch, one batch stronger and more numerous than the last.
Even a Primarch would get tired.
Morningstar gradually felt powerless, her armor gradually cracked, and wounds of all sizes began to appear.
Morningstar knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.
She didn’t know how long it had been, or how many demons she had banished with her bare hands.
With a roar, the demons this time were even taller than Morningstar.
They were like red minotaurs, rushing savagely toward Morningstar.
“Fuck!”
Morningstar threw a punch.
The demon was knocked back by this punch, its hooves plowing two gullies in the ground, but it still roared and rushed toward Morningstar again.
Morningstar was beaten back by the constantly rushing demons.
She spat blood and fell beside the axe.
Fine, if I don’t use it, I’ll probably die.
Morningstar pulled out the axe and swung it with all her might.
The demon’s head was chopped off directly.
At the same time, Morningstar felt a warm current surge from the axe into her body.
She felt her wounds healing, her physical strength recovering, and even her power increasing.
Morningstar quickly banished this batch of demons, and then another batch attacked.
Khorne knew how to corrupt someone who also craved blood in their heart.
As long as you give him power, as long as you give him war, he will definitely join his ranks without hesitation.
With the help of the axe, Morningstar smashed batch after batch of demons, but Morningstar felt no fatigue.
On the contrary, she became more and more energetic, her power surging.
Unbeknownst to her, she began to smile, and she began to let out joyful laughter for smashing one enemy after another.
Khorne knew it was time.
The gates did not open this time.
A deep voice rang out: “Come, say it, Blood for the Blood God, enjoy endless war, and the Blood God will grant you endless power.”
“Heh.” Morningstar let out a cold sneer and threw the axe in her hand: “Blood for your mother, oh right, you don’t have a mother.”
Khorne:?
“Your corruption technique is even more boring than the crap-spirits.
A dog-headed man who is constantly raging in incompetence and you have the nerve to call yourself the God of War?”
Ignoring the thunderous roar, Morningstar pointed to the sky: “You lot are only bullying me while my dad isn’t here.
I’m telling you, if you have the guts, go to the real world and bump into my dad.
My dad can break all three of your legs.
Remember, three!”
Khorne was furious (is there ever a time when you aren’t?), He didn’t care how much Morningstar suited His taste anymore; He just wanted to kill Morningstar now.
Just as an attack carrying terrifying killing intent was about to be unleashed, the space suddenly trembled, and a blue crack suddenly appeared in the scarlet sky.
Morningstar: No way, again?
Are you treating me like a dungeon instance?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”