Chapter 83: Brothers, Brothers, You Smell So Good

Countless Nurgle demons converged into a rotting tide of flesh, surging out from the fissure in the sub-space engine,

attempting to invade the material universe and drag a planet of the physical realm into the Empyrean,

yet after they spilled forth from the fissure, they found themselves standing in a vast, pitch-black, empty void.

“Confirmed sale.”

“Sale, sale, sale.”

“Sale! Sale! Sale! Sale!”

Before they could react, a relentless chorus of “sale” echoed through the void,

they stared wide-eyed, bewildered, as their fellow demons vanished one by one into thin air,

the sale cries continued unceasingly through the void,

each cry marking the disappearance of another Nurgle demon from this emptiness,

it felt like a whisper from the God of Death.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with delight as he watched his bank balance climb,

in just this short time, the endless stream of Nurgle demons pouring from the sub-space fissure had restored his balance to over three million—and it kept rising.

Zhou Yun performed the Hawk Salute with both hands, bowing to the bewildered Leina,

May the Emperor protect us—let those Nurgle demons realize the truth a little later, let more pour out from the Garden of Nurgle,

how much we profit this time depends entirely on how eager the Nurgle demons are.

In the Garden of Nurgle, Father Rain, Loutiges, shook his yew branch relentlessly,

more Nurgle demons gathered before the ever-widening sub-space fissure,

the aura of the Cursed One behind this fissure had vanished,

the sweet scent of the material world continuously spilled forth, luring the Nurgle demons to surge into it,

but after a moment, Father Rain, Loutiges, sensed something amiss,

he stopped shaking his yew branch, and with surprise, drew closer to the sub-space fissure,

Strange. Very strange.

Since it began, not a single Nurgle demon has returned from the material world,

even if they died in the material realm, as demons they should have begun rebirth within the Garden of Nurgle.

Yet not one has returned—not even one beginning the rebirth ritual.

As Father Rain, Loutiges, puzzled, a small Nurgle spirit giggled and tumbled out from his body,

the spirit, drenched in Father Rain’s sticky rain, patted its chest, declaring it would go see what lay beyond the fissure,

before Father Rain could stop it, the eager little spirit zipped straight into the sub-space fissure,

all the Nurgle demons watched the fissure with curiosity,

if the little spirit returned safely, it would prove the fissure held no danger at all,

if it did not return—even if it failed to rebirth in the Garden of Nurgle—

minutes passed, and the little Nurgle spirit still had not returned from the other side of the fissure,

the Nurgle demons’ faces twisted in terror; they fled the fissure as if it were the most repulsive thing imaginable.

Demons are immortal, neither born nor truly dead; even if their material forms are destroyed, they should revive within the Garden of Nurgle,

for demons are fragments of the Chaos Gods—killing a demon equals killing a part of the Chaos Gods, however small,

truly killing a demon is exceedingly difficult, requiring unparalleled power, complex rituals, or artifacts that directly wound the sub-space itself.

Yet now, merely stepping through this malfunctioning sub-space fissure meant total annihilation.

What terrified the demons most was whether the thing that could utterly erase them might now invade the Garden of Nurgle itself?

Even Father Rain, Loutiges, trembled in fear, frantically swinging his yew branch to douse the fissure with streams of black rain.

Zhou Yun stared intently at the sub-space engine inside his fourth-dimensional pocket,

since the fissure had spat out one demon coated in black rain, no more Nurgle demons had emerged.

Zhou Yun gazed at his balance, frozen at 6.7 million, his eyes filled with regret,

Come on, more Nurgle demons! Just a few more!

At that moment,

a piercing screech suddenly erupted from the sub-space fissure. Zhou Yun turned toward the sound and saw Father Rain, Loutiges, standing on the other side. His eyes lit up instantly,

A sub-space Greater Daemon! A Great Unclean One!

Father Rain, Loutiges—one of the most powerful Nurgle demons!

This was no lowly Nurgle demon—he might be worth a fortune all by himself.

Brother! Brother! You smell so good! Come here!

Zhou Yun’s mouth watered, his gaze fixed on Father Rain, Loutiges, brimming with greed.

In the sub-space, Father Rain, Loutiges, shuddered slightly,

why did he feel as if some unimaginably terrifying hunter was staring at him with ravenous hunger?

Father Rain, Loutiges, frantically swung his yew branch, lashing the sub-space fissure soaked in black rain.

Zhou Yun heard a sharp hiss—the sub-space fissure inside his fourth-dimensional pocket snapped shut.

Oh no.

The fissure on the other side—the demons in the Garden of Nurgle—had closed it.

They were frightened of Zhou Yun.

As the sub-space fissure sealed, the black rain on the ground evaporated inch by inch, revealing the figure submerged within: Malakit.

Malakit’s body was shriveled and blackened, covered in blisters; the flies sustaining his life had all died, leaving only a ruined husk.

“Ah.”

Malakit exhaled a gray-white mist from his throat—his internal organs seemed burned by the pale golden light emanating from Leina,

as the black rain receded, Malakit, no matter how unwilling, now understood the sub-space fissure had been sealed.

Zhou Yun had somehow completely severed the possibility of Asi’s soul being dragged into the sub-space.

“Why… why did you close that sub-space fissure?”

Malakit asked, voice hoarse.

I didn’t close it—the Nurgle demons shut it themselves. I wished they’d pour out even more!

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Zhou Yun’s lip twitched silently in his mind.

Seeing Zhou Yun’s silence, Malakit offered a bitter smile:

“I truly wanted to save Asi.”

“It wasn’t because I loved anyone, nor because I wanted to be loved.”

Malakit’s voice cracked:

“I only wished to love—and so I sought to save all of Asi.”

“Layne, Lu Se—why did you stop me?”

Zhou Yun stared at the dying Malakit, paused, then sighed:

“Because I don’t want to become a stinking jar.”

“What kind of reason is that?” Malakit turned his head away, silent.

Third watch!!

(End of Chapter)