Industrial gears intersect with each other, their sharp teeth never stop crushing flesh and blood, and devouring all the souls and demons.
The hungry flames of the forge howl, seeds are born in the heat of the furnace, refining gold and boiling blood to create life.
------------Vashtor the Creator.
... ... ...
War rages in the lifeless realm of the Warp.
The Plague God's angry roar echoed in the warp.
The physical universe's invasion of the subspace is gradually increasing.
The eternal war that has lasted for who knows how many eons will come to an end in this life.
A fierce conflict broke out between Khorne's bloodthirsty army and a group of one-horned demons at the edge of the swamp. The latter gathered from all directions like insects guarding a nest, and the two forces fiercely tore at each other.
At the same time, Slaanesh's Furious Knights launched a charge across the muddy and rotten yet lush grasslands.
The followers of Tzeentch, riding flying saucers, screamed and cast fireballs at the gathering place of Nurgle demons, setting the entire world on fire.
The three gods broke their promise and launched attacks in other directions of the Plague God's territory.
They had signed a brief pact, attempting to ally against Guilliman as they had before.
But it doesn't mean that they will let go of the gap between each other.
The hatred between them is far greater than the hatred between them and humans.
Pairs of evil eyes were staring at each other. Once one of them showed weakness, they would inevitably suffer a devastating blow that would cause them to suffer irreparable harm.
The rise of Guilliman made the three gods realize that control of the universe is very likely to change hands, and the key is to fight for the most critical Eternal Gate.
The invasion of the Empire and the betrayal of the three gods caused the Plague God's domain to suffer continuous wars, and traces of destruction could be seen everywhere.
Vashtor sided with the Empire, using his talents and abilities to quickly gain Corax's recognition.
The series of plans it launched, such as demon loans and contracts, made the empire's subspace organization stronger and its control over demons more and more stringent.
Vashtor, with the help of the Empire, rebuilt a supernatural industrial field called the Soul Forge.
This guy's true self is the embodiment of "innovation without conscience and order".
It is a collection born out of invention, creation, reform and innovation.
The progress of any civilization brings it strength.
If it had not been sealed by those powerful civilizations during the ancient war, it might have become a powerful, omniscient and omnipotent god.
"You will pay, monster. The wrath of the loving Father will fall upon you, and you will be condemned to eternal suffering."
The dragged unicorn issued a final threat before being thrown into the scorching furnace.
A creepy smile appeared on Vashtor's mechanical face.
Its body is covered with mechanical limbs, and gears and pistons move inside it.
A red light emanated from the chest, and a star was compressed and placed at its heart.
The surging and hot stellar energy flows through the ducts throughout the body, making various body parts more active.
"Do you think I care? You little rotten maggot under Nurgle." Vashtor said coldly, "There are so many people who want to seek revenge on me, but they are all gone now, and I am still standing in front of you."
Vashtor moved his huge and bloated body and walked out of the palace full of decay.
The roar of the unicorn demon behind him quickly turned into a wail filled with pain and fear.
Vashtor paid no attention to the little demon.
The opponent quickly lost himself under the torture of the furnace, and was then stuffed into its carefully designed machine, becoming a demon vehicle that only knew how to destroy and fight.
Another palace belonging to Nurgle has been captured.
Mechanical puppets and demons who were forced to sign countless usurious contracts are reshaping this area under the whip of the overseers, turning the Plague Garden into a melting pot industrial world.
The battlefield was littered with wreckage and burning abandoned vehicles.
Billowing black smoke rose up, mixed with the green weapons unique to the Nurgle realm, obscuring the colorful chaotic void.
The carefully calculated core of the furnace was quickly built.
A vast array of machines were deployed in the muddy ruins filled with rotting plants and slimy fungi.
Dark mountains of steel and concrete, shrouded in smoke, are gradually replacing abandoned, desolate, fungus-infested ruins.
Magnificent steel towers rose from the dark mountains, spewing out billowing black smoke that obscured the sky.
The dark red cliffs were covered with charred steel, and the peaks disappeared straight into the dark clouds.
The foot of the mountain is surrounded by huge rocks and metal waste.
The ground was cracked and covered with ash and iron filings.
This is the transformation of the realms between different gods.
The Lord of Nurgle lost this area, and Vash-Tor gained it.
The air, which had been filled with the smell of rotting fungi, was replaced by a pungent chemical odor.
The rivers no longer flow with foul-smelling sewage and rotten silt, but hot, corrosive slag.
This is a war between gods, and the transformation between realms is also part of the war.
God's power comes from believers and domain. If either is weakened, God's power will be weakened.
The Lord of Nurgle weakened in the process, while Vash-Tor grew stronger.
Seeing this, the God of Machinery nodded with satisfaction.
If it continues like this, it will be able to devour more of Nurgle's essence and achieve self-fulfillment.
Perhaps, it can also replace the other party's influence in this universe and become a true, omniscient and omnipotent god.
Vashtor looked greedily toward the rotting mountains in the distance.
Its mission is to lead the Mechanical Demon Legion to launch an attack from a direction different from the main attack direction of the Empire and weaken the resistance of the main attack line.
It accomplished this task very well.
Vashtol plans to do better.
As long as it consumes the power of the god Nurgle, it will become more powerful than ever before.
It is not impossible that they will then enslave humans.
It is not unimaginable to make the human emperor kneel before it and beg for forgiveness.
Just imagine that the once high and mighty Corax and his hateful brother kneeled in front of him and kissed his metal feet in order to survive. That was definitely the pinnacle of demonic life.
It began to calculate its chances of success in its attack on the rotten mountain.
Vashtor is a very strange existence.
It is said to be a creature of the subspace, but it relies on the machinery of the real universe to gain strength.
Even when fighting, they rarely use divination and other methods, but instead rely on calculations, which seem completely unscientific for a demon.
There are many factors to consider when calculating the probability of winning a war in the realm of gods.
Nurgle is an extremely terrifying being.
What exists in this universe is just a projection.
The horror of the omniscient and omnipotent being far exceeds the imagination of mortal beings.
Their existence has affected the subspace and even every aspect of the universe.
The stories and legends about them are not groundless, but a reflection of their powerful influence.
When an ignorant creature has a name or image that it has never come across or seen before, it is very likely that it is a reflection of a powerful existence.
Its image will be spread to every universe through the tidal waves of the ether.
Vashtor fed all the data into his core and linked them together, establishing cross-references and triangulations to form a layout of the battlefield.
Data unfolded in Vashtor's consciousness, flowing rapidly.
After waiting for a long time, it stopped and opened its eyes again to look at the rotten mountains in the distance.
"You have to get more for me." Vashtor roared.
The mechanical puppets and demonic vehicles advanced to its roar, emitting roars of pain, desire for release and thirst for blood.
They were tricked into owing huge debts and need to fight constantly to pay off the interest on the heavy debts.
Being bound in a demonic vehicle is not a very demon-friendly thing.
These guys also tend to be more aggressive, requiring whips and restraints to ensure they don't attack friendly forces.
Vashtor enslaved this huge army and marched towards the rotten mountains in the distance.
A new battle soon broke out.
Vashtor pounced on the defenders of Nurgle's domain like a hungry wolf, wanting to tear another piece of flesh from Nurgle's body to satisfy his black hole-like hunger.
... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Through the visual device of the helmet, some moving figures can be barely identified in the thick fog.
There are also the outlines of buildings shrouded in shadow in the distance.
Like other buildings in the Plague God's domain, it is full of decay, fungus, and fetid sewage.
Those fanatics with twisted minds always seek the help of the fog and use crude weapons to attack the imperial warriors.
"Another troublesome battle." Locke said in a deep voice.
"But isn't this exactly what we're all about?" Torgaddon's voice came over the communication, along with the sounds of bombs exploding and swords clashing.
The power of the Plague God prevented the Empire from continuing to use barbaric methods such as high-altitude bombing to achieve victory.
This war of killing gods can only be won by the most primitive fighting method of primitive tribal humans.
That method is close infantry combat, which is the way humans learned to fight when they came down from the trees.
Ancient but extremely effective.
"For the Holy Empire, for the Holy Emperor," Loken shouted. "We have nothing to fear, Luna Wolf. Keep going."
Such slogans are completely new to these reborn heroic spirits.
Their shouting was not smooth and it would take some time to get used to it.
After sleeping for who knows how many years, when he woke up, he found that the empire had changed a lot.
The Emperor is no longer here, and the former Number Thirteen has become the new Master of Mankind.
You will feel some discomfort to some extent.
Surrounding Loken are dozens of summoned Moon Wolves.
Most of them were loyalist warriors who died in the Battle of Anthem City on the planet Instavan III.
The resurrection of these warriors was a great taunt to Abaddon.
At the beginning, he stood firmly on the side of Horus and slaughtered these loyal warriors.
Now these warriors have returned one by one and are fighting for the empire again.
Everything I did before has become a joke.
Lorgar was like eating a fly.
These returning warriors all spoke in unison, saying that the Word of God was written by Guilliman.
Are they blinded by greed
Such shameless collective lying!
Is there still justice in the world
Is there anything more shameless than this
What made Lorgar even more disgusted was that Guilliman continued to resurrect the dead heroes to break the cycle of life and death.
If only Guilliman could grant people eternity!
His stubborn promotion of the ideas of the gods and his efforts to break the truth of the empire now seemed like sheer folly.
"The target is in sight." The voice of Guard-Macade came.
He was a loyalist fighter who was killed at Instavan III.
He returned in Project Einherjar and joined the Luna Wolves founded by Loken and Torgaddon, vowing to use his sword to cleanse the shame that the traitors brought to the name of the Luna Wolves.
"Get ready, a new wave." Loken said in a deep voice: "Check your equipment and make sure you are all in good condition. This area has a special magic that distorts and devours our souls."
The horror of Nurgle's realm is enough to corrupt unsuspecting mortals in an instant, twisting them into becoming one of his minions.
The returning Moon Wolves marched forward with Loken as their core.
Walking through the bumpy mud, approaching the enemy.
The first to emerge from the mist were the staggering dead.
They are not truly dead, but prisoners.
There is no true death in Nurgle's realm.
Their souls are trapped in their rotting bodies, never to be freed.
The rotten mouth can still make strange roars.
Their flesh was rotting, their internal organs were exposed, and their green muscles were exposed outside their tattered clothes.
According to the rules of the real universe, such a creature would never be able to move again.
They can only walk like this where the power of the Warp is rampant.
Among the walking dead, there are also fanatics with weapons.
Nurgle's realm is not devoid of living things.
They were dragged into this realm, adapted to the pain of this world, and even reproduced.
It's that weird appearance that is very different from the original race.
The believers also pushed chariots made of rotting logs and slimy chains and ropes that burned with a strange green fire.
Plague drones circled in the air, and plague vehicles belonging to Nurgle rumbled behind the zombies, eager to kill on the battlefield.
"Kill them all." said Locke.