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Chapter 594: The Stormlord Forces the Silent King, Lures Nurgle

Though the Ultra Brothers aren't the originals, the power they wield is the genuine Earth-grade version—fully on par with the Space Garrison, and even among their elite.

Especially the ones Rhodes summoned: these Ultra warriors can be further enhanced, boasting combat power far beyond what the Necrons could imagine.

Once the Ultra Brothers joined the battle, the war became utterly one-sided.

Those secret weapons the Necrons rolled out might work against ordinary civilizations, but against Ultras they were laughably inadequate.

They even deployed C'tan weapons—and by meddling with C'tan shards, they basically delivered themselves to Rhodes's doorstep. He was only too happy to accept the gift.

Unless it's a complete C'tan, sending shards now is nothing but feeding Rhodes.

The moment those C'tan shards were released to attack, they were seized by the likes of Daram, the Dark Emperor Alien Empera, and the Angel Zog that Rhodes had dispatched!
The captured shards were sent into an extradimensional world, where Rhodes summoned his existing Cosmic Phantom Beasts to absorb the shards together.

With the Necrons' ultimate weapons cleanly dismantled, their unwilling leadership remembered yet another doomsday device: one that could control black holes.

They were certain that if they deployed this superweapon, they could defeat these damned humans and defend Necron dignity.

But once they brought out black-hole weapons—sorry, Rhodes still wasn't impressed.

Rhodes sent out his trump card—more precisely, his trump enforcer.

The Dark Emperor Alien Empera is literally the dark side of the universe, wielding the power to manipulate black holes.

After the Dark Emperor moved, the Necrons could only admit helplessly: even black-hole weapons couldn't handle the humans.

As for collapsing stars—those couldn't harm the humans either, because Tartarus would arrive first and pause time at the battlefield.

The Necrons' taboo weapons were fundamentally useless against humanity. Meanwhile, the complete-version Ultras, the King Joe robots, and the newly issued Iron robots in the Imperial Army—

All placed unimaginable pressure on the Necrons!

After months of fighting, Rhodes had driven the Necrons to the brink. The Necrons within the entire Tomb Zone were being uprooted one by one.

This war also boosted the Imperium's morale sky-high. So these metallic skeletons weren't all that, after all.

They can still be beaten by us humans—crushed in defeat by our hands all the same.

The Silent King did not seize a rapid victory over humanity as he'd imagined, nor did he bring home an unprecedented triumph to rally his people.

As the war dragged into a quagmire, the Triarchs of various dynasties and several independent Necron Overlords saw their trust in the Silent King plunge to rock bottom.

A mere human race—and our mighty Necrons couldn't swiftly subdue them. They couldn't even win a localized campaign.

Repeated failures made the Stormlord ever more smug, constantly needling the Silent King.

He even gave frequent speeches, proclaiming that the King was unfit to lead the Necrons—that the reason the Necrons became what they are today was his inaction and weakness.

They clearly won the war back then, yet he handed away the fruits of victory, ordered the entire species into dormancy, and left the galaxy's hegemony unclaimed.

For a time, more and more Necron Triarchs grew dissatisfied with the Silent King.

The Great Sleep had cost the Necrons dearly; many Triarchs had issues upon awakening.

The Flayer Virus and rampant memory loss tormented them all.

"The Silent King is nothing but a shameful degenerate, a laughable failure, a thoroughgoing coward.

He has no face to meet the Silent Kings of old. He is a traitor to our kind—a thief," the Stormlord shouted, fists raised, at a clandestine Necron gathering.

He ceaselessly hurled insults at the Silent King. Under him sat several Triarchs and more than a dozen Overlords—Necrons who had openly thrown in with the Stormlord's faction against the Silent King.

"He's unfit to lead us. Unfit," one Triarch said agitatedly.

Since his resurrection, his body had suffered major issues, and in his dynasty more than a dozen Overlords had various failures—madness, inability to fully awaken, or massive data loss.

It was the Silent King who led them to the Star Gods, and the Silent King who persuaded the Triarchs to accept biotransference—

To abandon their flesh and embrace this so-called mechanical ascension, becoming these neither-man-nor-ghost forms.

Others who'd joined the Stormlord's faction muttered as well—anyone in his camp would hardly think well of the Silent King!

"The great Stormlord is right. That fellow is a shameful traitor. Our species declined to this state because of his inaction," said a female phaeron with a metallic skeletal body as she rose. She was actually Rhodes's planted mole, AsanethAyu.

For Necron council sessions, she had to use a stand-in, controlled remotely via the true body's virtual projection—

Perfectly concealing that she'd already been resurrected. And among the Overlords and Triarchs attending, at least a third had accepted AsanethAyu's alterations and been resurrected!
They were using a special method to pilot their Triarch bodies to the meeting.

The Stormlord didn't know he was about to be sidelined. He naively believed he led this resistance, unaware that collapse often starts from within.

"Look now—look at the idiocy he's wrought. He's taken such a beating from a small human species, yet he thought a victory here could reverse his reputation.

Reality slapped him hard. I believe more Necrons will soon see this hypocrite's true face and join our great cause," the Stormlord shouted, raising his weapon in excitement.

"Many under the Silent King's banner are at their limit—we can win them over," AsanethAyu said.

"We believe, great Stormlord, that you will lead us to overthrow that tyrant's rule—

And guide the Necrontyr into a new chapter," declared a Triarch already allied with Rhodes, standing up at AsanethAyu's signal,

Shouting loudly—others chimed in, one by one.

"Since you all choose to believe in me, I dare promise every one of you: I will lead the Necron species to new glory, to a new dawn," the Stormlord said excitedly.

Heaven itself favored him!
Who would've thought the Silent King would suffer such a humiliating defeat at the hands of humans?

His face in the dirt—now a single call to arms would bring more Triarchs to his side to oppose that fool.

"Long live the Stormlord! Long live the Stormlord!" Led by AsanethAyu, the Triarchs and Overlords cheered.

…

Meanwhile, at another Necron assembly, nearly all awakened Triarchs appeared as virtual projections in the Silent King's grand hall.

"I cannot accept this, great Silent King. This is a shameful defeat—a provocation against our species—a failure for us all.

We once crushed the vainglorious Old Ones; we imprisoned the C'tan who schemed to enslave us. And now we lose to laughable humans—to these lesser beings?" a Triarch roared.

"He's right. Our race is exceedingly great, yet today we suffered the unimaginable. Whose fault is this?"

"Why must we endure such defeat? Great Silent King, tell us."

Several Triarchs moved in tandem to press the Silent King—a boldness they wouldn't have dared before.

Because of the command protocols, the Triarchs had once been bound to obey the Silent King's orders unconditionally—even to the point of ordering their dynasties' collective suicide.

But since the Silent King lifted the command protocols, the Triarchs were beyond his direct control.

"I know you're grieving, and I know you're angry—but understand this: we can still turn this around. We can still restore the splendor of our kind," the Silent King said.

Why do these humans possess such terrifying technology? By rights, the Necrons should sit at the peak of tech in this universe!

Even the Eldar only matched them in tech—surpassing them only in wraithgate technology.

"You owe us an explanation, great Silent King. Otherwise, I think we should choose a true leader—one who will bring fortune to the Necrons, lead us to victory, and reclaim galactic hegemony," a Triarch said with a cold snort.

"You dare question the Silent King's decisions? You dare defy the ruling triumvirate?" barked the Triarch-guard at the Silent King's side.

"Don't you slap those old labels on us. The command protocols are gone—you can't force us anymore," an Overlord stood and snapped back at the guard.

If their true bodies were present, none would dare—yet all attended by projection, their true forms remained in their tomb worlds, so they spoke freely.

And how much power did the Silent King still control? More Triarchs and Overlords had joined the Stormlord's rebellion.

"I'll give you an answer. Give me three months. I will personally lead an army against the human called Rhodes. I will strike down his forces and his secret weapons," the Silent King declared, announcing he would personally take the field against Rhodes.

Only by going himself could he banish the shadow of defeat and revive Necron morale.

…

On Rhodes's side, it was time to deal with Nurgle!
He planned to bring the Goddess of Life, Isha, at the fiercest moment of battle, draw the Plaguefather's attention, and drag him into the Ultra universe.

As for the 40K war with the Necrons, Rhodes would delegate. He'd only be gone three days.

When he returned, he'd go all-out to eliminate the Silent King.

The Goddess of Life Isha, radiating vitality, left the Cosmic Beast Planet openly. Bathed in divine life-light, she entered the Warp and traveled toward Rhodes's star system.

That terrifying life-signal was a blazing beacon in the Warp—catching the eye of a certain green fat man.

Sensing that rich life aura, the green fat man beamed with delight.

It was his beloved Isha—she'd finally appeared. "Wait for me, Isha—Father's coming to save you! I'll take you back to my Garden and care for you tenderly."

Nurgle eagerly lumbered toward Rhodes and Isha. Using Isha to lure the green fatso was trivially easy—he would definitely take the bait.

Chapter 595: Capturing Nurgle, Crossing into the Ultra Universe

Isha's descent was like a brilliant star streaking through the Warp. The pure life energy she exuded carved a luminous lane through the sea of corruption.

This radiance was so bright that it almost immediately drew the Plaguefather's attention!

She was the woman Nurgle pined for. Because she'd been stolen away, he'd raged and launched the Plague War—only to be crushed by the Imperium—crushed by Rhodes.

Deep in Nurgle's Garden, the obese Chaos God lounged on his rotting throne,

Stirring an ever-boiling cauldron of pestilent stew with his stubby fingers.

Suddenly his bloated body jolted; his murky eyes flew wide; his mouth split into an ecstatic grin.

"Ah… Isha… my little Isha! You've come back! You've appeared again!"

His voice buzzed like a billion flies—sickly delight and terrifying excitement. He opened a gaping maw, filled with rotting maggots.

He heaved himself upright, pus and rot dripping; plague-daemons in the Garden looked up, feeling their master's elation.

The Garden erupted in cheers. Their great Father was joyous.

"Children! Prepare to welcome your mother! We're bringing her home!"

His will rippled through the Warp. Nurgle mites chattered; plague fleets gathered; the Plaguefather himself thrust out a rotting giant hand toward Isha…

Since Abaddon destroyed the Cadian Gate, the Great Rift yawned across the galaxy; the Four could interfere with realspace more easily.

Nurgle's true consciousness manifested; in the Warp, a colossal green fat man began to move.

Rhodes had laid an ambush along Isha's path. When Nurgle's power touched realspace, he would strike.

"Love, are you sure? This time it has to work," Isha said.

She was taking a great risk—she never wanted to return to that filthy, stinking Garden.

So Rhodes had to succeed.

"Relax. I'm fully prepared—and my strongest lieutenants will help," Rhodes said.

To deal with Nurgle, Rhodes committed his elite:

Tartarus; the Dark Emperor Alien Empera; the Angel Zog; the ultra-powerful light-and-dark-in-one giant Daram;

Yapool lurking in the extradimensional world; the massively enhanced AMefilas would lend their psychic might.

And the final trump: a recent acquisition—Ultraman Belial Atrocious.

This lineup could absolutely bag Nurgle. The instant they pinned him, Rhodes would drag him into the Ultra universe.

Which Ultra universe?

Rhodes didn't care. Once there, he'd handle the green fatso at leisure.

"Then I'm staying by your side. I want to witness that monster's death," Isha said.

She had taken on a giant of light form. Having merged with Camearra's statue, she now possessed an Ultra's power—only a notch beneath Rhodes's top lieutenants.

"If you want to help, fine. Your identity will be very useful there. Come with me," Rhodes nodded.

In an Ultraman universe, Ultras and kaiju are the leads. Isha would get along with the Land of Light easily—she embodied life, a domain of light!

Daram could even masquerade as an Ultra—one bearing the Light of Humanity. Rhodes even considered recruiting the Land of Light against Nurgle!

…
Deep in the Warp, Nurgle's giant hand tore the veil of reality, rotting knuckles like mountain ranges pressing toward Isha's star system.

"Come… my little Isha… return to Father's embrace…" his voice rolled through the void; drool of pus dripped, becoming planet-sized plague-daemons surging toward realspace.

But just as he was about to touch Isha—

"I've got a gift for you, Nurgle!"

Rhodes's cold voice rang out. In an instant, the starfield's structure shattered like glass; Tartarus's golden time-space gates unfolded around Nurgle, forming a vast extradimensional cage!
Rhodes's lieutenants struck in unison—light and darkness intertwined to suppress Nurgle; Tartarus's fearsome spatial power sealed him for the moment.

"What?!" Nurgle's muddy pupils shrank—his arm was being ripped from realspace by some force!
A massive pull—he realized he was being dragged into a nether-realm. Were they trying to capture him?
Isha, haloed in emerald life-light, traced a brilliant arc through the churning Warp—the chaos briefly purified in her wake.

"Now!" Rhodes mind-linked his ambushers in the dimensional rift.

Tartarus snapped open a golden fissure behind Isha.

Rhodes and Yapool coordinated to shunt the bloated god from the Warp into the extradimensional trap.

As Nurgle's hand neared Isha—sudden reversal!

"Welcome to my turf, Plaguefather," Rhodes's voice echoed through warped spacetime. Nurgle found his arm jammed in the crack between reality and the other dimension.

"What—" His roar cut short.

Alien Empera's Empera Sword severed his link to the Warp; Zog's dimensional anchor beam yanked him fully in.

In Yapool's carefully crafted prison, Nurgle felt powerless. His plagues couldn't spread; corruption was fully suppressed.

"Well, look who it is." Belial stepped from the shadows, crimson eye-lamps gleaming cruelly. "Isn't this the stink bag who won't shut up about 'love'?"

Isha, in giant-of-light form, gathered a life-sword: "When you caged me, did you imagine this day?"

Daram cracked his knuckles: "Heard you like giving 'gifts'? We brought a few gifts of our own."

He'd been idle too long, itching for a fight. Beside him stood a blackened Ultra with evil crimson eyes—Belial.

The green fatso hovered between dream and reality, like a rule manifest. But the extradimensional world, via its link to the universe, had hauled him in temporarily.

"You dragged me into your home plane—your Webway copy, is it? You modeled this after the Old Ones, didn't you?" Nurgle showed no fear, scrutinizing the fragile realm. If not for their suppression, his mere aura could rupture it.

"Call it a Webway if you like—it's newly built," Rhodes said, stepping up with Isha.

"Fools, bringing my true self into your nest. Dear Isha, you chose this man over me? What does he have that I don't—besides a body?

But do you really think you can kill me? I am a Chaos God, immortal. As long as I exist in this universe, I cannot die." Green light oozed from him as he bared a feral grin—he would drag this realm into his Warp garden and expand his demesne, then haul Isha back.

"I know I can't kill you here—and I don't intend to. You're immortal in this universe? Then how about we switch universes?" Rhodes sneered.

"What do you mean?" Nurgle asked.

"Exactly what I said. We're going on a spontaneous trip. Brace yourself, Plaguefather—don't blink." Rhodes invoked his system, triggering a traversal to a random Ultra universe.

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…

…

When Nurgle's vision cleared, he found himself beneath an unfamiliar sky.

No Warp whispers. No chaotic tides. Instead, a pure light-energy that made him retch—burning his plague-flesh like a sun!

"No… impossible! Where is this?!" he roared, his rotten skin smoking—his power suppressed by this universe's rules!

His once-imprecise, formless body coalesced under the local laws into a hundred-meter-tall, corpulent green monstrosity.

For the first time, he could feel a real body in realspace. He was certain this was a foreign world.

"Welcome to the Ultra universe, Plaguefather."

Rhodes appeared in the void with Isha, radiant with pure life-light—a stark contrast to Nurgle's decay.

With them stood Daram, Belial, and Tartarus.

As for Zog and Alien Empera—Rhodes left them in 40K, just in case.

"You… you've tricked me?!" Nurgle's voice reached Rhodes and Isha.

Isha smirked. "When you caged me, did you foresee this?"

Isha was pleased—Nurgle had lost all Warp advantages. Dragged to another universe, under alien rules, he now possessed a tangible body.

"The gift you've given me is delightful, Isha. You brought me to a new world. I will spread the greatness of life here—my creed of rot—my plagues—let all life feel my love.

You've given me the finest gift—true corporeality, a body worthy of my mystery." Nurgle was ecstatic.

Did these idiots realize what they'd done? They brought him to another world, gave him a body, let him exert his full might in realspace—

His dream come true. Another universe—new life to savor.

He felt not fear but exhilaration.

Rhodes watched his glee and curled his lip. "You think it's a boon? No. It's your gallows." He snapped his fingers. Tartarus activated a dimensional jump. "The warriors of light here will 'entertain' you."

Rhodes would let this universe's Ultras play with the Plaguefather. They'd landed on this world's "Earth."

"Wait! Where are you—" Nurgle saw Rhodes and the others fading; his rotten hand snatched at Isha, grasping only air. He realized he was being pulled toward the blue planet below.

"Enjoy the sunshine, Plaguefather." Rhodes and Isha vanished into Tartarus's golden glow.

Rhodes's voice echoed: "By the way, the light here is very unfriendly to corruption."

Ultraman vs. the green fatso!

Rhodes would return at the crucial moment to claim the kill.

Nurgle stared, bewildered, down at the blue world.

Chapter 596: Ultraman Nexu? Noah Logs In!

Nurgle was puzzled—what was going on?
Was Rhodes planning to sic the natives on him? Were the natives strong?

A giant question mark hovered over his head.

As he pondered, a mysterious black-and-red warrior was blasted from Earth by a searing flame, tumbling into space.

The giant's design was bizarre, radiating immense darkness, with a huge V crest on his chest.

The black giant roared, red eyes blazing with fury. He crossed his arms and began to pose.

Terrifying dark energy gathered in his palms, then a black-red lightning-like beam stabbed toward Earth.

Nurgle felt the sheer terror in that strike—
If it hit, the planet would be obliterated.

…

On Tokyo Bay's shore stood a 55-meter silver giant with a huge V crest on his chest and a pair of metallic silver wings on his back.

There were two giants—save for color and the silver one's wings, they were nearly identical.

"Wha! Ha!" The silver giant struck his signature pose, palms glowing white, forming an L.

A golden beam lanced up from Earth, colliding with the black-red shot!

The powers clashed in orbit above the planet. At first evenly matched, the silver giant's body flared with golden radiance—he poured on power, and the duel turned one-sided.

The black giant's eyes filled with horror, but it was too late—the golden beam overran his ray and slammed into him.

The explosion consumed the black-and-red giant.

"Aaaah!"

With a scream, he was destroyed.

The unleashed dark energy was gulped down in part by the hidden Daram—fresh and delicious fare the moment he arrived. Perfect.

Rhodes was speechless—they'd landed in the Ultraman Nexus endgame.

Jun Himeya's successor Kazuki Komon had booted up the big Noah form. Poor Plaguefather—unlucky timing!
"Ultraman won! Ultraman won!"

Earth erupted in cheers—everyone celebrated the silver giant, godlike, defeating the evil dark giant. Ultraman prevailed.

But the silver giant didn't revert to Komon—he stared into space.

"Strange—why isn't Komon changing back? The battle's over," said Nagi Saijyo, puzzled.

By rights, after defeating Dark Zagi, it should be done.

Yet the silver giant gazed skyward, solemn. This host likely couldn't muster enough power to kill that green monster!

Though Komon's affinity was high, he could only partially unlock Noah's power. He'd also spent much fighting Dark Zagi just now.

After the black-red giant died, Nurgle stared, dumbfounded, at the silver giant.

The silver giant's mode of life seemed similar—like an embodiment of cosmic rules!

But that one below wasn't his true self—just a clone wielding a portion of power!
The silver giant's true body might far surpass him—but the avatar below might not outclass Nurgle by much!

Cackling, Nurgle became a green fireball and slammed toward the ground.

Tokyo Bay boiled; as Nurgle's fireball pierced the atmosphere, the sea flashed to steam in a millisecond, exposing a coral-littered seabed.

The silver giant blanched—he took flight, radiating titanic light-energy, wrapping the planet in a colossal shield,
Blocking Nurgle's descent; Nexus's particle barrier met the falling plague-star; the shockwave sheared Yokohama's Landmark Tower in half.

But the impact was stopped—the fat green star fell into the city.

"Gheh-heh—such savory breaths of life!" Nurgle's body swelled in steam, with countless weeping faces bubbling under blubber.

His hundred-meter true form emerged—sea walls crumbled like cookies; green, plague-tainted waves swallowed half of Chiba.

Sickly green plague spread through the city—countless people were infected in an instant.

In terms of wide-area lethality, his power was supreme. All is life. Let me gift you a father's love.

Night Raider's Chrome Chester fighters screamed warnings in the corrosive haze.

"Captain! All electronics are failing!" Shiori watched yellow-green slime seep across the HUD.

A tendril of pus lashed from the clouds—Unit 3's left wing sprouted tumorous growths.

"Eject!" Eisuke Wakura's shout drowned in rending metal.

As Nagi ejected, she saw a sight she'd never forget—the crashing jet was… growing—becoming a flesh construct.

Aluminum skin rolled into meat; a turbine became a pulsing heart; the craft was transforming into a living monster—horrific corruption.

The same unfolded across the city; the green power warped everything—even steel towers.

"Come, dear children—let me give you life—your father's love." Nurgle released his plague. A twenty-kilometer viridian vortex bloomed above Tokyo Bay; a million Nurgle mites split from him.

A sacred light flared—those beings that had just split touched the light and vaporized with screams.

The silver giant roared, unleashing his domain skill—the Meta Field.

If this green monster lingered, the city would be ruined.

A terrifying spatial force tugged at Nurgle, trying to drag him into a strange pocket.

Nexus's core pulsed wildly. Komon felt this green being's unprecedented strength—but the belief in light would not waver.

He roared and dragged Nurgle in, securing Earth for the moment—though Nurgle's brief descent had already annihilated a city and left toxic miasma.

"Some kind of extradimensional trick? You've dragged me to a strange place. I mean no harm—I only wish to gift the life here. Accept my blessing, and they'll taste true life's beauty. All is life—bacteria and viruses too. All things equal," Nurgle oozed.

"Silence, monster!" the Ultra will thundered through Komon's Nexus.

He'd just fought Dark Zagi, killed him, then shielded the planet—

And now dragged this monster into the Meta Field. Komon's chest timer V began to glow.

He was not truly Noah—only empowered by a sliver of Light to reach this ultimate form. Exhausted, he reverted to Nexus Anphans form.

"Your energy wanes. If your true self were here, I'd be cautious. But as a mere avatar, you're not my match," Nurgle said.

Under the Meta Field's golden dome, Nurgle's body split with thousands of vents, spraying rainbow spores that rooted and sprouted—trying to corrupt the field into his Garden.

"Behold, the Father's Garden for a new world!" His navel irised into a trumpet, playing a maddening lullaby.

Light-lines on Nexus flickered—Komon felt his power being siphoned, an invasive will creeping in—but a holy light shielded him.

"Damn you—you won't harm this world—my home."

Was this a new Space Beast? Something else?

"See the beautiful blossoms of rot…" Nurgle's voice gurgled like mud-stuffed pipes, each syllable bubbling bile. "The brighter your light, the more my plagues thrive—like sun on poison mushrooms."

Warm light does banish darkness—but I am life as well, not darkness, Komon thought. Yet the green power pressed down; Nexus Anphans was being overwhelmed.

"Do not fear, brave human. Believe in the Light. Come—release your inner radiance once more," a mysterious voice spoke in Komon's mind.

Hearing it, Komon's resolve blazed. He could not fail—Earth would perish. Two had given their lives for this world; now it was his turn.

Great Light, great Ultraman—grant me your power! Let me become Noah once more!

The Meta Field trembled; rot surged in—but just as Nexus was to be engulfed—

Boom!!!

A dazzling silver light erupted from Nexus's chest—like a supernova! Nurgle's mass was flung back by the sudden storm; his rotten eyes bulged as the silver giant—began to transform!
Nexus Anphans's light-lines burned; steel wings snapped open—each feather gleamed with stellar light.

He grew taller, more sacred and majestic; the V-core blazed brighter than a star!

In a blink, the silver giant stood a hundred meters—eye-to-eye with Nurgle.

Ultraman Noah—Awakened!
Nurgle's tendrils melted on contact with that light—like frost in flame.

For the first time, horror crossed his pockmarked face. "No… impossible! You were a human—how can you… bear that being's power?"

In 40K, he could corrupt a mortal to surpass even a Primarch—if they could survive it. None could. But this silver giant shattered his understanding—the light within him exceeded Nurgle's own.

Noah gave him no time.

"Noah—Bolt!"

The silver giant crossed then flung his arms wide—a dimension-rending super ray burst forth! Nurgle threw up plague-laden hands, but his dark energy was pierced like paper!

"Arrrgh—!" His corpulent mass was struck, twisting and coming apart—pus and rot evaporating into stench. As a Chaos God he didn't truly die, and he cackled:
"Useless! I am Father—life eternal! Your light can kill me once—but my plague has already taken root on this world!"

"Is that so? Today is your end, monster. I keep my word." Noah's voice was deep as the cosmos; his eyes burned with judgment.

It had cost Komon's life force to let Noah's true consciousness descend.

Noah's steel wings flared to their limit—countless light particles circled him like a star river.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm leveled at Nurgle.