Chapter 84

Countless Nurgle daemons gathered into a tide of rotting meat, surging out from the rift on the Warp engine.

Attempting to invade the reality universe and drag a planet of the material world into the Empyrean.

However, after they surged out from the rift, they found themselves appearing in a void that was pitch-black and empty.

"Confirm sale."

"Sell, sell, sell."

"Sell! Sell! Sell! Sell!"

Before they could react, a series of continuous "sell" sounds rang out in the void.

They widened their eyes, looking in confusion as their daemon brethren beside them disappeared into thin air one by one, leaving no trace.

That sound of selling continued to ring out in the void.

Every time it rang out, a Nurgle daemon disappeared from this void.

This was like a whisper from the Death God...

Zhou Yun took a deep breath, joy in his eyes, watching his savings rise continuously.

In just this short while, the Nurgle daemons constantly surging out from the Warp rift had caused his savings to rise back to over three million, and it was still rising continuously.

Zhou Yun performed the Aquila sign with both hands and bowed to the bewildered Jeanne.

May the Emperor bless us, let those Nurgle daemons realize the problem later, and let more of them surge out from the Garden of Nurgle.

How much he could earn this wave all depended on how active the Nurgle daemons were.

In the Garden of Nurgle, the Father of Plagues constantly shook the willow branch in his hand.

More Nurgle daemons gathered before the increasingly large Warp rift.

Behind this Warp rift, the aura belonging to that Cursed One had disappeared.

The sweet scent of the material world constantly surged out from it, tempting the Nurgle daemons to constantly surge toward it.

But after a moment, the Father of Plagues, Rotigus, faintly sensed something wrong.

He stopped swaying the willow branch in his hand and approached the Warp rift with surprise.

Strange, truly strange...

Since just now, not a single Nurgle daemon had returned from the material world.

Even if they died in the material world, as daemons, they should have begun to be reborn in the Garden of Nurgle...

But there wasn't a single one, not even one that was loading for rebirth.

Just when the Father of Plagues, Rotigus, felt puzzled, a Nurgling drilled out from his body, giggling.

This Nurgling was covered in the viscous rainwater from the Father of Plagues' body and patted his chest, indicating that he would go to the other side of the Warp rift to see the situation.

Before the Father of Plagues could stop him, this active little Nurgling slipped into the Warp rift.

All the Nurgle daemons watched the Warp rift with curiosity.

If the little Nurgling could return safely, it meant that there was truly no danger behind this rift.

If he didn't return... not even a chance to be reborn in the Garden of Nurgle...

A few minutes later, that little Nurgling still hadn't returned from the other side of the Warp rift.

Terror appeared on the faces of the Nurgle daemons; they seemed to have encountered something extremely disgusting and frantically moved away from this rift.

Daemons are immortal and indestructible; they have no life and no death. Even if their form in the material world is destroyed, they should be able to be reborn in the Garden of Nurgle.

After all, daemons are equivalent to fragments of the Chaos Gods; killing a daemon completely is equivalent to killing a part of the Chaos Gods, even if it is the smallest part.

To truly kill a daemon is extremely difficult; one must have unparalleled power, complex and cumbersome rituals, or artifacts that directly harm the Warp itself...

But now, as long as they stepped into this Warp rift before them that didn't know what was wrong, they would be completely annihilated.

What made the daemons feel most terrified was whether the thing on the other side of the rift that could completely annihilate daemons would in turn invade the Garden of Nurgle?

Even the Father of Plagues, Rotigus, was filled with terror, quickly brandishing the willow branch in his hand, sprinkling streams of pitch-black rainwater onto this rift.

Zhou Yun stared fixedly at the Warp engine in the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

After a Nurgling stained with black rainwater ran out from the rift on this engine just now, no more Nurgle daemons surged out.

Zhou Yun looked at his balance, which had stopped at 6.7 million, his eyes full of regret.

Burst out more Nurgle daemons!

Just at this moment,

A harsh sound suddenly appeared on that Warp rift. Zhou Yun followed the sound and looked, only to see the Father of Plagues, Rotigus, standing on the other side of the Warp rift. Zhou Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.

A Warp Great Daemon! A Great Unclean One!

And it was the Father of Plagues, Rotigus, who was one of the most powerful among the Nurgle daemons!

This was different from those low-level Nurgle daemons; I'm afraid just one could make Zhou Yun financially free on the spot.

Brother! Brother! You smell so good! Come over quickly!

Zhou Yun's mouth was almost drooling, and his eyes staring at the Father of Plagues, Rotigus, were full of greed.

In the Warp, the Father of Plagues, Rotigus's body trembled slightly.

How did he feel as if he were being stared at by some extremely terrifying hunter with eyes full of greed...

The Father of Plagues, Rotigus, hurriedly brandished the willow branch, waving it at the Warp rift soaked in pitch-black rainwater.

Zhou Yun only heard a "pssh" sound, and the Warp rift in his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket closed suddenly.

Ah this...

It was the Warp side, it was the daemons in the Garden of Nurgle, who closed this Warp rift...

They seemed to have been frightened by Zhou Yun.

With the closing of the Warp rift, the pitch-black rainwater on the ground evaporated inch by inch, revealing Margit, who was soaked in it.

Margit's body was shriveled and blackened, covered in blisters, and those flies and insects that supported his life and coexisted with him also died one by one, leaving only a broken body.

"Ah..."

A stream of grayish-white smoke spat out from Margit's throat; his internal organs seemed to have been scalded by the pale golden light surging from Jeanne's body.

With the recession of the pitch-black rainwater, no matter how unwilling Margit was to accept it, he already knew that the Warp rift had been closed.

Zhou Yun didn't know what method he used to completely cut off the possibility of Ashfold being dragged into the Warp.

"Why... why did you close that Warp rift?"

Margit asked in a hoarse voice.

It wasn't me who closed it... it was the Nurgle daemons who closed it themselves; I wished they would surge out more.

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Zhou Yun's mouth twitched, and he said silently in his heart.

Watching Zhou Yun not speak, Margit showed a miserable smile:

"I really wanted to save Ashfold..."

"I am not because I love anyone, nor because I want to be loved by anyone..."

Margit said in a hoarse voice:

"I just simply hope to love, so I want to save the entire Ashfold."

"Leman Russ, why did you come to stop me?"

Zhou Yun looked at the dying Margit, and after a moment of silence, he sighed and said:

"Because I don't want to become a stinky can."

"What kind of reason is that..." Margit turned his head away and said no more.

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