Chapter 537

Typhus looked at this scene, his eyes splitting, and he roared in shock instantly.

This was the Daemon World he had spent ten thousand years patiently cultivating!

He had just cultivated it to offer to the Father?!

How could it disappear with a swish?

Just, with a swish, it was gone.

Ten thousand years, one hundred centuries, all the investment, an entire planet, gone.

Then, fear surged from Typhus's body.

Since that existence could swallow an entire planet in one gulp, is it possible that it could also swallow the Terminus Est in the blink of an eye?

Typhus stood up from the command throne almost without any hesitation and came to a split tree on the bridge that constantly spat out viscous, rotting pulp.

Typhus whispered a prayer to the Father, and the swarms of destruction residing in his flesh and bones crawled out one after another, drilling into the hideous mouthparts of the split tree, nourishing this tree picked from Nurgle's Garden.

Then the split tree twitched and twisted, and a Warp rift appeared in its mouthparts, reflecting the scene in Nurgle's Garden.

Typhus gritted his teeth, took one last look at the Terminus Est, and then drilled into the Warp rift, abandoning the Terminus Est and drilling back into Nurgle's Garden.

But Typhus did not intend to just let it go.

He is the Father's herald; how could he just give up the Daemon World and starship he had worked so hard to cultivate?

The scene in front of Typhus rippled like water, and after a few seconds, it re-condensed into a lush green forest.

Typhus stepped into it, feeling the warm air rolling foul-smelling spores onto his face, watching his feet sink into the viscous ground.

If it were the Typhus of the past, he would probably feel refreshed, appreciating these perfect creations of the Father in Nurgle's Garden.

But now, Typhus's first reaction after stepping into the garden was to look at the sky with fear.

Fearing that those moth wings with scales would descend from the sky, grab him back, and burn him on a flagpole.

Mortarion, that damn cult leader, is in Nurgle's Garden, and has bewitched the Father, receiving the Father's respect and favor.

Fortunately, those wings that Typhus feared did not descend.

This might be because Mortarion is busy with other things, or maybe he decided not to grab Typhus back this time.

This is certainly not because Mortarion is kind.

Mortarion is simply playing with Typhus.

He will appear in front of Typhus randomly and unpredictably. Sometimes Typhus will appear when he returns to Nurgle's Garden, and sometimes even if Typhus is far outside Nurgle's Garden, Mortarion will suddenly appear, grab Typhus, and burn him on a flagpole.

Then he will deliberately let Typhus escape, and then repeat the cycle, playing this cat-and-mouse game with Typhus... He wants Typhus to be in fear at all times.

Typhus hurried through the dense forest and came to the black mansion by the lake.

The Father was humming a tune in front of his residence, stirring a thick soup, and the Aeldari Goddess of Life, Isha, was sitting opposite him with a pale face.

Typhus observed for a while, confirmed that Mortarion was not there, and then hurriedly crawled out of the forest and came to the Father.

He knelt down immediately, burying his swollen body deep into the viscous mud, and said to the Father with sorrow:

"Great and merciful Plague Father, Supreme of Goodness and Love, I beg you to have pity on your poor believer."

"The planet and his Terminus Est that your poor believer spent ten thousand years cultivating were swallowed by a greedy god."

Typhus could of course guess who swallowed the plague planet he cultivated in one gulp.

Obviously, the only possibility is that Saint Doraemon.

"I know." The Father smiled gently.

"... You know?" Typhus raised his head in horror.

The Father stirred the thick soup a few times and handed the spoon to Typhus.

The thick soup in the spoon reflected a scene.

In the Eye of Terror, many Daemon Worlds disappeared out of thin air.

Under the protection of Lion El'Jonson, that Saint Doraemon was frantically swallowing those worlds.