This is the bonus chapter for reaching 1000 Powerstones.
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The Manyullyn Chainsword smashed solidly into Nurgle's body.
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Under the status effect of Strength 255, a bare-handed strike could deal 756 damage. The incredibly high base stats of the Manyullyn Chainsword boosted this damage to 5,000.
In mortal combat, this was an attack sufficient to annihilate ten fully ard Space Marines.
But in front of Nurgle, this damage is completely negligible, Zeke thought to himself.
However, in Nurgle's eyes, this strike was the exact opposite.
He had genuinely been hard.
Rules.
The damage this human brought upon Him did not rely on sheer force, but on sothing much deeper.
The rules of Minecraft had dragged Him down to a more fundantal level—a level where He was no different from other mortal creatures.
All health bars would lose HP, and once depleted to zero, sothing terrible would happen.
Zeke seized the opportunity, unleashing a stormy barrage of combo attacks against Nurgle. Even though he knew he couldn't completely kill Nurgle here today, he wasn't discouraged.
Ro wasn't built in a day. If he couldn't do it this ti, there was always next ti.
Zeke was testing the waters, trying to figure out exactly how high his stats needed to be to kill a god. After all, stats could be supplented through hard work (mods) later on.
As he struck the fifth blow, the Manyullyn Chainsword let out a sharp crack.
Nurgle's chassis carried the rule of corruption, which caused the Manyullyn Chainsword's durability to plumt drastically with every strike.
Slowly its durability hit zero, and it shattered on the spot.
No! My Manyullyn Chainsword!!
Watching the chainsword that had accompanied him for so long explode, Zeke was heartbroken. He took a step back, distancing himself from Nurgle, and frantically hinted at the Emperor, who was possessing Guilliman behind him.
"Look at this! To help you out, I don't even have a weapon anymore."
The Manyullyn Chainsword could be mass-produced, and Zeke had already hoarded a large batch in his Black Hole Talisman. But if there was sothing better available, who would say no?
How could the Emperor not see through Zeke's little sches? He sighed, opened his hand, and the Emperor's Sword instantly appeared in his grasp.
The Emperor's Sword was a massive, fla-wreathed blade. The Emperor had created this sword utilizing his mastery of science and Warp craftsmanship. It was truly top-tier gear.
Zeke took the Emperor's Sword in his hand. Since He had handed this sword over, He shouldn't even dream of getting it back.
"Father?" Blindingly radiant light flowed around the Primarch's body, so intensely that Mortarion, standing to the side, had to raise a hand to shield his eyes.
His voice trembled. He was certain now that this was no voice-mimicking trick; the being standing before him was indeed the Emperor.
After handing the Emperor's Sword to Zeke, the Master of Mankind looked up at his fallen son.
"You are a traitor. But, while you are a monster, you are also a victim, Mortarion. Perhaps one day you will find redemption, but until then—"
"No!" The guilt of bringing two harbingers of destruction into Nurgle's Garden, coupled with his fear of his father, drove Mortarion to make an incredibly unwise move.
He raised his scythe, Silence, and recklessly charged at Zeke, unafraid of death.
Zeke watched the overconfident Mortarion.
With the Magnus stone carving providing him with an endless stream of psychic energy, Zeke could unleash the full power of the Emperor's Sword.
Gripping the Emperor's Sword tightly, Zeke raised it high. The flas on the blade blazed ever more fiercely, possessing a montum that seed capable of burning to the end of the world.
Right before swinging the Emperor's Sword down, Zeke purposely used his super speed to close in on Mortarion and steal all the Godblight potions he carried on him.
Mortarion roared, but the course of fate was already sealed.
The outer flas of the Emperor's Sword engulfed Mortarion's body, burning him until he sizzled and shrieked.
Closely following was the physical blade of the Emperor's Sword itself, carrying the sheer force of Strength 255. If this strike hit Mortarion, he would undoubtedly die.
"Careful, He is making His move," the Emperor warned. Nurgle had broken free from his bindings.
So unseen force reached out toward Mortarion and touched him.
Mortarion was violently yanked away, hurtling across the garden toward Nurgle's black Manse.
Right before passing through the doorway, Mortarion felt an instant of extre terror, and then the heavy doors slamd shut.
Nurgle couldn't bear to see Mortarion killed.
Since the strike missed Mortarion, Zeke simply rode the montum of the swing and continued cleaving downwards.
This ti, his target was the entirety of Nurgle's Garden.
Burn!
Zeke swung the blazing Emperor's Sword with ferocious power. The constantly surging flas swept across the entire garden. A vortex of fire, as scorching as ten thousand suns, devoured everything in its path.
Hills piled high with rotting flesh lted in the flas; rivers of accumulated pus evaporated in the blaze.
Ashes danced within the vortex, and flashing among those ashes were countless freed souls.
The plague creatures personally created by Nurgle shrieked as they dissipated in the fire. The entire garden was scorched pitch-black. All of its previous sickly vitality vanished, leaving only a wasteland of charred remains.
The flas only receded when they reached the vicinity of the black walls of Nurgle's Manse. Its halls trembled, and tiles slowly fell from the roof.
Behind the scorched wooden cabin, Zeke caught sight of an imprisoned Eldar female. Two trails of tears hung beneath her eyes.
Isha, Goddess of Life. That was her na.
Before Zeke could take another look, Nurgle's bloated chassis blocked his line of sight.
Standing in the center of the flas, Nurgle looked at His beloved garden and His adorable Nurglings, now burned beyond recognition. A surge of sorrow and hatred swelled in His heart, and He locked eyes with Zeke.
Zeke felt his heart skip a beat.
Pop! Before Zeke even knew what happened, the Totem of Undying hanging around his neck was triggered.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Tiny statue figures continuously flashed across Zeke's vision.
No matter how large his fortune was, he couldn't withstand this kind of burn rate. Zeke couldn't even see how Nurgle was attacking him.
He simply threw himself backward, taking shelter behind the Emperor. It was a bit safer here.
The Emperor looked at Zeke hiding behind him, then looked back at Nurgle.
"It's a sha you were too scared to kill him, Nurgle. I was actually hoping you would, just to see if his death would permanently wipe you out."
"Hey, Golden Geezer, I heard everything you just said! Are you really hoping for to die that much?" Zeke didn't bicker too much with the Emperor; the fact that this was said out loud made the Emperor's stance clear.
"True, it is not yet the ti." The Emperor took a step forward, facing Nurgle across the dying flas.
"Listen well, God of Plagues!" The Emperor's voice echoed relentlessly. "Today is not your ti, but one day, we will find you and burn you away completely."
Zeke felt that the Emperor just shouting threats looked a bit shabby, so he pulled out a Diamond Sword and handed it to the Emperor.
The Emperor took it, pointing the blade at Nurgle, and then at the several unseen gazes watching from behind Nurgle.
"This is rely a warning. The Warp and the Materium were once in balance, but for far too long, you have held the dominant position. But you must understand, you entities of the Warp are absolutely not the only ones with the capability to expand your borders!"
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Next Goal = 1500 Powerstones.
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