Chapter 536: The Loving Father: The Stingy Emperor Who Starved My Friend

Tafens stared at the scene before him, his eyes bulging with horror, letting out a deafening scream.

This was the demonic world he had painstakingly cultivated over ten thousand years!

He had just finished nurturing it to offer to the Benevolent Father!?!

How could it just vanish in a flash?

Just—poof—in an instant, gone.

Ten thousand years, a hundred centuries, all his investment, an entire planet—vanished.

Then, from Tafens's body surged a wave of terror.

If that being could swallow an entire planet in one gulp, could it also devour the Endless in the blink of an eye?

Without hesitation, Tafens rose from his command throne and approached a grotesque, oozing wound-tree on the bridge.

Tafens whispered a prayer to the Benevolent Father; the swarms of destruction nested in his flesh and bones poured forth, slithering into the tree's monstrous maw to nourish this tree plucked from Nurgle's Garden.

The wound-tree convulsed and twisted, and from its mouth opened a warp rift, reflecting the scene of Nurgle's Garden.

Tafens gritted his teeth, cast one final glance at the Endless, then dove into the warp rift, abandoning the Endless and retreating back into Nurgle's Garden.

But Tafens had no intention of letting this go.

He was the Benevolent Father's pioneer—how could he simply abandon the demonic world and ship he had labored so long to create?

The scene before Tafens rippled like water, and within seconds, it coalesced into a lush, green forest.

Tafens stepped into it, feeling the warm air laden with rotting spores brush against his face, watching his feet sink into the viscous ground.

In the past, Tafens would have felt serene, marveling at these perfect creations of the Benevolent Father.

But now, his first reaction upon entering the garden was to look up in terror.

He feared the scaled, moth-like wings might descend from the sky and snatch him back to be impaled on a flagpole and burned.

Mortarion, that damned cult leader, was in Nurgle's Garden—and had swayed the Benevolent Father, earning His respect and favor.

Fortunately, the wings Tafens dreaded did not appear.

Perhaps Mortarion was occupied elsewhere, or perhaps he had decided not to drag Tafens back this time.

This was certainly not out of kindness from Mortarion.

Mortarion was merely tormenting Tafens.

He would appear before Tafens randomly and unpredictably—sometimes when Tafens returned to Nurgle's Garden, sometimes even when he was far beyond it—snatching him up to impale and burn him on a flagpole.

Then he would deliberately let Tafens escape, only to repeat the cycle endlessly, playing this cruel cat-and-mouse game, ensuring Tafens lived in constant terror.

Tafens hurried through the dense forest and arrived before a black manor beside the lake.

The Benevolent Father hummed a tune as he stirred a thick stew, while the Eldar goddess of life, Isha, sat pale-faced across from Him.

Tafens observed carefully, confirmed Mortarion was not present, then dashed out from the woods to stand before the Benevolent Father.

He immediately knelt, burying his bloated body deep into the viscous mud, and cried out in despair:

"Great and merciful Father of Plagues, most benevolent and loving Lord, I beg Your compassion for Your wretched servant."

"Your wretched servant's planet, cultivated over ten thousand years, and his Endless vessel have been devoured by a greedy god."

Tafens could easily guess who had swallowed his plague world whole.

Clearly, the only possible culprit was that Saint Doraemon.

"I know," the Benevolent Father smiled gently.

"You… know?" Tafens gasped, lifting his head in horror.

The Benevolent Father stirred the stew a few more times, then held the spoon out toward Tafens.

The thick broth in the spoon reflected a vision:

In the Eye of Terror, countless demonic worlds vanished into thin air.

Under the protection of Leman Russ, that Saint Doraemon was voraciously devouring those worlds.