What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 731 A Small Matter Concerning the Survival of the Entire Galaxy

"Laugh? Why are you laughing?"

"I am just lamenting that if it were the Four Gods of the Subspace in the past, this situation would never have happened... Admit it, your nature has begun to change."

The words of the Demonic Mark Malcador once again silenced Tzeentch.

Tzeentch first felt that Horus, who was fighting one-on-one with the Emperor, had already begun to fall into a disadvantage at this moment.

Then he turned his gaze into the subspace.

Nurgle remained as still as ever.

Khorne was pinned to the ground and beaten by a terrifying woman, and the more she was beaten, the more positive energy he had...

Plus the six-fold ring of Slaanesh that has already begun to shine brightly...

Damn! Destroy it!

Destroy them all!

The next moment, Tzeentch pushed almost all of his power towards Horus.

He even came down in person to add a touch of conspiracy and cunning to Horus... as well as hope and wisdom.

And Tzeentch himself did not realize that the power representing positive emotions in him now accounted for an increasing proportion.

The moment Horus was possessed by Tzeentch, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to launch a sneak attack on the back of the Emperor's head, he heard a loud shout from Li Chengfeng who was sitting on the Golden Throne!

"It's decided to be you! Servant Gwen!"

Hearing this name, the will of Horus subconsciously raised his head.

Then he saw Li Chengfeng, who was sitting on the golden throne, throwing Gwen Servant beside him towards him.

"Damn it! Li Chengfeng, you bastard! How can you use a beautiful girl as a throwing weapon like you!?"

"I'm using you as a Pokémon... but you actually think you're a throwing weapon? It seems like the yellow-skinned guy has thrown you directly at demons before!"

"Ahem, ahem, just keep talking. Why do you keep bringing up the past?"

Mentioning the dark history, the Emperor was slightly embarrassed, but it did not affect him at all and he turned around instantly to make way for Gwen who was flying over.

The next moment, Gwen hung directly on Horus' back.

In an instant, whether it was psychic energy, the power of the four evil gods of the Warp, or the essence of Horus himself as a sub-god of the Warp, all fell silent.

The emperor took the opportunity to give this rebellious son a beating!

A set of Emperor Long Fists hit Horus so hard that he floated in the air for five minutes before finally falling to the ground.

Gwen sat cross-legged on Horus' back and looked at Li Chengfeng.

"Laoli, your guess is really accurate. How do you know that Jianqi will take the bait?"

"Nonsense! Nick Fury has already scolded him to the point of breaking his defense. If he can continue to act rationally, then there will be no way... Don't forget that the reason why the gods of the Warp became evil gods is because they control extreme emotions... Anything that goes to extremes will become a bad thing." Li Chengfeng shrugged, "If nothing unexpected happens, you should be locked in Horus' body... Dear Tzeentch?"

As soon as Li Chengfeng finished speaking, a face emitting blue light immediately appeared on the back of Horus' head.

"Damn it! You actually used the Untouchable God to deal with me!"

"The Untouchable God? Are you talking about me?" Gwen pointed at his face, "I don't have any so-called divine power."

"But this doesn't affect the fact that you are a god." Li Chengfeng held his chin up and said boredly, "For someone like you who can see through the fourth wall, you are no longer related to ordinary humans... It's understandable that these ignorant evil gods regard you as a god."

"I see." Gwen nodded... and then slapped Horus on the back of his head, "Since you have been blocked by me, why are you still shouting? Don't think that I won't slap you in the face just because you are an evil god!"

The Emperor let out a sigh of relief.

You know, the Four Gods Puff Horus is even better than himself in terms of hard power.

If there was no external interference, I might really be tortured by this rebellious son of Nantong, and then trapped on the throne of Slaanesh to give birth to an entire Pantheon...

However, Slaanesh's defection and the sudden withdrawal of Khorne's power caused Horus' condition to plummet.

Finally, Tzeentch was possessed and the trap was a great success.

Then the emperor turned around and looked at Li Chengfeng.

"So what should we do next?"

"Well, there is one left, but this one is easy to deal with." Li Chengfeng raised a hand towards the emperor and said with a smile, "Come on, buddy, high five and change players. It's my turn to play."

……

In the subspace.

The entire subspace is in an unprecedented state of turmoil.

But there is only one place that remains stable from beginning to end.

That is the Garden of Nurgle.

While the mortal realm was destroyed by blight and pestilence, the Garden of Nurgle flourished with disease and corruption.

Where there is death, there is life. In the decay of the living, countless bacteria, viruses, insects and scavengers thrive.

All life feeds on other life, and every plague gives rise to a new generation, stronger and more energetic than the previous one.

Just as rebirth comes from decay, hope comes from despair.

All things decay, but all living things are immortal.

Nurgle is the lord of decay, but also the god of life and laughter.

The Garden of Nurgle is not a dead and desolate place, but a terrible paradise full of death and plague, yet thriving.

The black-haired, green-headed flies swarmed so densely that they blocked out the sun. Their wings vibrated and buzzed, playing the song of decaying life.

Below grew the Garden of Nurgle, twisted, rotting, and moldy.

Common yet spectacular fungi burst through thick leaves, sending out clouds of spores that suffocate all living things.

A bright mist of red, blue, yellow and purple broke through the haze, and beetles with their brightly colored shells danced along the muddy, slow-moving river bank.

All whispered, as if whispering of the plague bestowed upon the mortal world by the great Nurgle, or mourning the deaths caused by those fatal caresses.

And in this morass of life and death Nurgle's mansion rises.

Decayed and ancient, but enduring.

The rotten wood and broken walls were covered with poisonous vines and thick moss.

Beneath the broken windows lay bronze artifacts stained with verdigris and iron artifacts dotted with rust.

This is the charm of decadence.

And beneath the crumbling walls, Nurgle was working.

The huge body was swollen due to corruption and exuded an unbearable stench.

The skin is verdigris and swollen with pus.

Beneath the moldy, broken and sagging beams, the great God worked endlessly over the rusty cauldron.

But Nurgle always looks at every life equally with a peaceful and loving gaze.

"Um, husband, there's someone named Li Chengfeng looking for you."

In the Garden of Nurgle, the only being with human appearance, the Eldar goddess of life, Elsa, walked into Nurgle's workshop.

"He said he wanted to talk to you about a small matter concerning the life and death of all life in the galaxy."