In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 172: The King of Duels, Guilliman, Bites the Dust Yet Again

Nurgle acted personally, intending to drag Iax directly into Nurgle's Garden.

Whether they were the people of the lower or upper hive city, everyone simultaneously discovered their bodies were rotting away.

Had it not been for the Milk sustaining their lives, they would have long since turned into decaying corpses.

"Guilliman, notify the people on the planet of Iax to evacuate in an orderly manner through the Nether Portals, quickly!"

Answering Zeke was a muffled groan from Guilliman. A massive, long-handled scythe had appeared behind Guilliman, who was grappling with Ku'gath, landing a devastating sneak attack.

"You're finally here, Mortarion! It's that human; it's all that human's fault!" Ku'gath pointed excitedly at Zeke.

"My ally, Ku'gath. You deal with that human; let me have a proper reunion with Guilliman."

Although Nurgle's primary command was to capture Zeke, upon facing his former brother, Mortarion took it upon himself to confront Guilliman instead.

With Mortarion stepping up, Ku'gath arrived in front of Zeke.

Facing the human who had destroyed the Grandfather's cauldron, Ku'gath's eyes were bloodshot. The gaping maw on his belly chewed viciously, his desire to bite Zeke's head off completely undisguised.

"Human, I will make you wish for death." Ku'gath carefully brought out the Godblight brewed from Guilliman's blood.

"Oh, really?" Zeke, on the other hand, pulled out a Potion of Poison 255 from his backpack, holding it between his fingers and giving it a shake.

"If you ask me, that poison you brewed is just child's play. It's time you witnessed what a real poison looks like."

Ku'gath looked at the eerie green Poison potion in Zeke's hand, then looked at the Godblight in his own.

The colors of their potions were similar. As a veteran master of toxic brewing, a surge of competitiveness welled up in Ku'gath's heart.

"Even the Grandfather would cast His gaze upon my potion-brewing skills! It can even kill gods!" Ku'gath clamored.

"As for my Poison potion, even the Emperor praises it when He sees it, and Nurgle Himself would lose half a life bar drinking it!" Zeke didn't back down in the slightest.

Holding the Poison potion, Zeke charged toward Ku'gath.

Ku'gath hadn't expected Zeke to be so ferocious. He held the Godblight potion in front of him, feigning a throw, but Zeke didn't even entertain the thought of dodging.

"You dare look down on my masterpiece?!" Ku'gath flew into a rage and viciously hurled the Godblight at Zeke.

Zeke also gave him a taste of his own medicine. He even specifically placed a few Cobwebs to prevent Ku'gath from escaping the splash radius, before hurling the Poison 255 right at his body.

Two muffled groans sounded simultaneously from both of them.

Holding a Totem of Undying in his left hand and a bucket of Milk in his right, Zeke did not immediately clear the effect.

He actually wanted to see just how much power this Godblight, brewed with Guilliman's blood, truly possessed.

Zeke's health bar plummeted rapidly. This Godblight was somewhat like a combination of the Wither and Poison effects.

Even the health regeneration of an Enchanted Golden Apple couldn't keep up with the speed at which the Godblight drained his HP.

"I take back what I said earlier. Your Godblight potion really does have some serious kick to it."

"Likewise." Only by personally experiencing the effect of Poison 255 could Ku'gath realize that the words coming out of Zeke's mouth were not false.

In roughly five seconds, Ku'gath's 1000 HP was reduced to a single drop of blood, and even his maximum health limit had been mostly depleted.

The Potion of Poison 255 not only vastly accelerated the poisoning effect but also carried the function of slashing the maximum health limit.

Looking at Ku'gath, who was saturated by the Poison potion and too weak to even lift his body, Zeke knew the victor had been decided.

Zeke gently flicked his sword, clearing Ku'gath's last half-drop of health.

With a sigh full of regret, Ku'gath's soul fled back to the Garden and to his Grandfather's disappointment.

The Nurglings wept as they witnessed their master's defeat.

Zeke raised the Milk, just about to chug it and cure the Godblight, when the [Bubbell] he carried on him interrupted his action.

"Zeke, that potion called Godblight will rapidly erode a person's life force. It also has another function: it directly sacrifices the soul of the one who drinks it, sending them straight to Nurgle's Garden."

After leaving this single sentence, the Emperor muted His mic and disappeared.

Zeke halted his motion of drinking the Milk.

Heading to Nurgle's Garden, huh? Zeke looked up at the sky.

The sky over Iax was filled with purple light and green lightning. The oceans were choked by algal overgrowth, the forests had rotted away, and the swamplands overflowed past their limits, turning into stagnant darkness. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

As expected, destroying was far easier than creating.

It was just like spending painstaking effort to build the perfect matchbox house, only for a griefer to need just a few blocks of TNT to blow it all to kingdom come.

If he wanted to stop this action, he had to fight fire with fire.

Just you wait, Nurgle. In a minute, it'll be your turn to have your house blown up.

Zeke popped a few Enchanted Golden Apples. The Totem of Undying in his off-hand gave him absolute confidence; he could wait for the Godblight's true effect to kick in.

At the 5-second mark, Zeke felt his vision blur. The duel between Guilliman and Mortarion had also entered a fever pitch.

"Fulgrim killed you once. Now, it is my turn. I absolutely love this job," Mortarion said to Guilliman.

He raised his massive polearm, casually swinging it around his body. The great scythe, Silence, hissed as it sliced through the air, leaving a trail of rising toxic smoke in its wake.

Guilliman unsheathed his sword. His armor's pistons adjusted to maximum output, and the demigod's chassis entered combat mode.

For some unknown reason, his Emperor's Sword had completely lost its former radiant glory, making his fight against Mortarion incredibly strenuous.

Mortarion feigned an attack that the Primarch could easily dodge, then instantly switched to a kick with his combat boot.

Guilliman was kicked several yards backward by the massive armored foot, his back slamming heavily onto the ground.

"This duel is far too boring, brother. You, who try to challenge me, are ultimately unqualified."

With a sweep of Mortarion's large hand, a cloud of highly toxic mist enveloped Guilliman.

The Emperor's Sword still showed no reaction.

"Even though you wield Father's weapon, you still cannot defeat me. I will forever be the strongest creation of the Materium and the Warp, while you are nothing but a relic of the past, the decaying tool of a dying god."

Another surge of Warp power lashed out, knocking Guilliman, who was attempting to stand, back onto the ground.

"You are nothing, brother," Mortarion hissed, stepping on Guilliman's chest and looking toward where his ally, Ku'gath, had been.

Mortarion didn't see the fat daemon, but instead saw a listless Zeke, and he was overjoyed.

"Hahaha, did Ku'gath fall? But to think the Godblight he brewed couldn't even be cured by that human. As expected of him."

"Traitor," Guilliman continued to struggle to break free, but still could not budge the combat boot bearing the crushing weight of Mortarion's body.

Mortarion leaned down and removed Guilliman's helmet.

"Defeating you is disappointingly simple," Mortarion said, pulling out the Godblight that Ku'gath had given him.

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Goal = 1000 Powerstones.