In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 173: Zeke Engages, The Emperor Instantly Follows Up
"This is a gift carefully prepared by Ku'gath. Accept it with joy, and bear witness to his glory."
Mortarion pressed the Godblight into a green syringe, bent down, and injected the needle into Guilliman's neck—right into the scar left by Fulgrim—before letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
Instantly, Guilliman gasped in discomfort. His expression twisted in agony, his veins gradually turned black, and his eyes grew bloodshot.
"That's right, just like that, brother."
Mortarion laughed heartily, stepping back a few paces and tossing the syringe aside.
Guilliman's skin turned black, and multiple parts of his body dissolved, gradually exposing pristine white bone.
"Poor Guilliman." Zeke looked at the suffering Primarch.
Because Zeke was a blockman, everything merely manifested as a reduction in his health bar; he wouldn't actually feel any pain.
Guilliman was different; the Godblight was physically and truly corrupting him.
From the state of the Emperor's Sword, it was clear that Guilliman's defeat had long been meticulously planned. The Emperor was as ruthless as ever—He was using Guilliman as a Trojan Horse, delivering him straight into Nurgle's Garden.
As the effect of the Godblight took hold, Zeke felt everything become weightless. He floated up.
This is... Spectator Mode!
Zeke moved slightly and found he could freely control his immaterial body. This Godblight had forcibly shifted him into Spectator Mode.
Adventure Mode, Survival Mode, Creative Mode, and Spectator Mode were the four main game modes in Minecraft.
Among them, Spectator Mode was akin to an out-of-body experience. Under the premise of being unable to perform any actions that interacted with or broke blocks, the player was granted the abilities of a transparent body, invincibility, free flight, and phasing through solid matter—a mode often used creatively by builders to capture epic fly-by shots.
"Hahaha..." Accompanied by Mortarion's unbridled laughter, Guilliman's soul was dragged by his brother, flying toward the garden within the rift above.
Zeke quickly followed, making sure not to expose the fact that he was not actually under Mortarion's control.
"We are about to enter Nurgle's Garden, my brother. I hope you can see it. It is beautiful, full of vitality and potential."
Mortarion placed a hand on the chest of Guilliman's soul and began to stroke it gently, as if comforting a feverish child.
"Shh, Roboute, be quiet. Go to the Grandfather, and you will see. He will resolve everything; he will take away the pain forever."
While the two brothers were engaged in their passionate conversation, Zeke looked down beneath him.
Spectator Mode granted Zeke incredibly acute observational power. He felt as though he could perceive every single detail of the planet Iax.
Cough, cough. The milk-delivering kid who had a brief encounter with Zeke slumped weakly in a corner.
He had just given away the very last cup of Milk in his hands to a dying old man. He didn't have to do that, but he did it anyway.
"There's another one here." In a daze, the kid saw an angel in a white coat. "We will not abandon a single person."
The reaction speed of Halsia Hospital was astonishingly fast. Upon receiving Guilliman's evacuation order, they immediately mobilized all their stockpiled Milk, swearing to safely evacuate every single person from Iax.
The people of Iax had not given up on the final chance to save their planet. They did not want to leave their homeworld.
Zeke withdrew his downward gaze and looked up again. Nurgle's Garden was drawing ever closer.
This garden was a physical manifestation of thought and emotion; it possessed no true physical form. The only reason Zeke saw it as a garden was simply because it wanted Zeke to see it that way.
In Zeke's eyes, it was indeed a lush, overgrown place, somewhat resembling the Jungle biome in Minecraft.
Various bizarrely colored flowers and mushroom growths sprouted everywhere, with Nurglings and Nurgle beasts hiding amongst them.
Almost there.
Zeke looked at the only usable item in his hotbar: a bucket of Milk. As long as he drank it, he could instantly clear the Godblight effect and exit Spectator Mode.
After a period of floating, Zeke finally set foot on the soil of the Garden. His and Guilliman's arrival was met with an enthusiastic welcome.
Scorching gazes were cast in their direction. In front of the Manse of Nurgle, a figure had been waiting for a long time.
Nurgle's appearance was hideously, terrifyingly grotesque.
He was a mountain compiled of fat and pus. Nurglings and lice crawled all over His necrotic flesh.
A stomach overflowing with filth dripped murky liquid from His decaying, bloated belly. Swarms of flies, attracted by His abhorrent stench, formed thick, buzzing clouds that orbited Him.
"Grandfather, behold the gifts I have brought You." Mortarion respectfully presented Zeke and Guilliman.
The surrounding Nurglings erupted into cheers.
Zeke looked at the approaching Nurgle. His health bar, much like the Emperor's, was a string of gibberish code that was continuously rising.
When it's time to strike, you gotta strike!
Downing a mouthful of Milk, Zeke exited Spectator Mode. Holding nothing back, he instantly chugged a Potion of Swiftness 255 and a Potion of Strength 255.
Under the witness of all the Nurgle creatures, a single mortal launched an attack against a god.
Will it succeed? Even Zeke didn't know. After all, this was the first enemy he had encountered that could truly be called a god.
If you ask why Zeke was so bold as to dare swing his sword at a god... Zeke would just smile.
Please, I'm super brave, okay?
First, the laughter of the Nurglings stretched and warped as everything slowed down. Then, boundless power surged from within his body.
Empowered by the double potion effects, the Manyullyn Chainsword carved out an earth-shattering strike.
The raw power condensed within the blade itself until the sword began to tremble, letting out a final, strained whine as it struggled to bear the sheer force.
The surrounding air was compressed into a white shockwave, expanding outward in all directions with the sword as the epicenter.
The fear of the Garden's denizens boiled over once again. Living plague-trees uprooted themselves, struggling frantically to escape their shattered fate.
Millions of grotesque, winged daemons took flight in swarms from the debris-strewn ground. Nurglings shrieked and fled, their speed reaching the absolute maximum their stubby little legs would allow.
Zeke was confident that the number of beings in the entire Warhammer universe who could take this strike head-on could absolutely be counted on one hand.
But Nurgle dodged it without a single ripple of exertion.
There is no time in the Warp.
In this world constructed of thought and emotion, all cause and effect occurred simultaneously; every single action had long been foreseen.
Zeke's attack—which was impossibly fast to capture in the Materium—was, in Nurgle's eyes, merely one pre-existing branch among countless possible timelines.
A merciless, mocking sound echoed—mocking Zeke's foolishness, mocking Zeke's overestimation of his own capabilities.
In that instant, Zeke felt his very soul being crushed breathless by that smile.
That feeling was heavier and more oppressive than any enemy he had ever faced.
Dong! The toll of a bell froze Nurgle's form in place and snapped Zeke out of his daze.
"This is impossible," Mortarion whispered.
Guilliman began to convulse. His wounded, distorted face twisted grotesquely before suddenly snapping up to glare at Nurgle.
The mighty power of the Emperor descended into Guilliman's vessel. His eyes blazed with surging, blinding light, pure and pristine white.
"Listen well, God of Plagues, Nurgle!" The Emperor's surging psychic power manifested as the tolling of a bell, pinning Nurgle in place.
"Roll right back to your Warp! How dare you taint the Materium?!" Zeke poured everything he had into a heavy second swing—a swing that was about to solidly land right on Nurgle.
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Goal = 1000 Powerstones.
