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Chapter 123, Part 3: The Cycle

Another fierce collision ensued, sparks flew, and the deafening impact echoed throughout the battlefield.

Magnus and Mortarian each leaped backward, creating a safe distance between themselves.

“Is that enough, Eternal Chosen?” Magnus straightened his body, his gaze fixed on Mortarian opposite him.

Killer Killer gripped the terrifying Khorne katana with both hands. Eight horrifying bloodstains gradually appeared on the blade, like the hideous claw marks left by a demon from hell.

Between these eight bloody marks, there were sixty-four sharp serrations that gleamed with a chilling light. Each serration seemed to be encased in blazing lava, radiating intense heat.

Magnus narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself: It seems this battle is about to become even more interesting... He slowly retreated, giving the center of the battlefield to the two who were about to face off.

At this moment, he was not in a hurry to make another move, but rather wanted to see with great interest how many of the powerful psionic spells he had used before could be cast by Kirsajarn.

Mortarian sensed Magnus's retreat and turned to look at Kirsar, who was approaching step by step, a sense of vigilance rising in his heart.

Although the opponent in front of me looks petite and weak, I can tell from the powerful aura emanating from her that she is definitely not to be underestimated.

He was especially wary when he noticed the katana given to him by Khorne in Kearsarge's hand.

"Your existence has always been a huge threat to us, Eternal Chosen One!" Mortarion roared, and his huge black wings suddenly spread out, covering his massive body like a dark cloud.

With the flapping of its wings, a gust of wind howled, blowing sand and dust into the air.

Kirsage showed no fear as she walked steadily forward, her katana gripping her chest tightly.

When she was just a few steps away from Mortarian, she suddenly stopped, looked up, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

“In that case, let me ask you, what exactly is Nurgle’s Third Cycle?” Killer said softly, his tone full of provocation and disdain.

Mortarian was taken aback, clearly not expecting Kilsazzi to suddenly ask such a question. But he quickly recovered, scoffing as he replied, "Naturally, it's life, aging, and decay!"

“Is that so? Then where is the cycle?” Kirsaj still didn’t make a move, and Mortarian didn’t dare to underestimate this eternally chosen god of Khorne. She continued, “His stagnation has already stopped the cycle.”

"What do you want to say?" Mortarian felt uneasy; he seemed to hear the Supreme Eagle's ninefold laughter.

"Nurgle never completed the cycle of three; the true cycle of three is birth, aging, and death!"

As Kearsarge uttered his last word, space suddenly trembled, and a green phantom that had enveloped the entire galaxy suddenly appeared, stretching out a hand as if to shatter the galaxy.

However, as the blue winds of change blew, this divine wrath was unleashed upon another galaxy, and the Chaos Warriors near the Eye of Terror suddenly sensed Nurgle's fury.

Abaddon's assembled fleet was suddenly blasted into by Nurgle's divine power. Seven hundred and seventy-seven warships and their crews were fused together, turning into hideous living monsters. The remaining ships also suffered from decay and plague to varying degrees.

Fortunately, there were no problems with Vengeful Spirit and Blackrock Fortress, otherwise Abaddon would have gone mad.

"What exactly happened?" Abaddon immediately went to the prophet Moriana and asked her why the Destroyer was interfering in the mortal world.

"The Eternal Chosen One has begun her grand plan. Trillions of lives will be in her grasp, trillions of souls will pave the way for her, the stagnation of the God of Life will be distorted by her, and the Primarch will wield the blade of death."

"Hahahahahahahaha, the Supreme Eagle is laughing wildly, the Lord of Changes is anticipating, the God of Life is wailing, the Great Father is furious, the High Heavens are in turmoil, and the offspring of the cursed will decide the fate of a destructive power!"

“The Chosen One for All Time.” Abaddon brought the blade close to Moriana’s head and said in a low voice, “Who is she?”

"She is Alpharis, she is Om Messiah, she is Omega, she is all that is invisible, she is the eye of the Lord of Change, she is the blade of the God of Blood, she is the great enemy of the God of Life, she is the new... God of Chaos!"

Abaddon was increasingly shocked. This was not something he could handle. Perhaps he should offer up Kadia as a gift to the eternal chosen one.

"Notify the fleet that it is time to let the servants of the false emperor feel our wrath."

"We have returned to slay the false emperor!"

"Birth, aging, death?" The more Mortarian thought about it, the more he felt that Kirsaj was right; the cycle of the three had ceased because of the Father's voluntary cessation.

He couldn't accept that the God of Life was incomplete. Barbarossa, the God of Death, pondered for a long time that the Father of Mercy did not have a Great Demon symbolizing death, and that he could become the Father of Mercy and complete the Father's cycle of three.

“It seems you have made your choice.” Killer Jake assumed a fighting stance, the blade in his hand twisting, yearning for blood and heads.

“You are still a threat.” Mortarian snapped out of his thoughts, pointing his scythe at Kirsaj.

In the material universe, Chief Dark Lord Tzeentch and Chief Dark Lord Nurgle clashed amidst their respective armies, while in the High Heavens, Nurgle's wrath was directed at Tzeentch's Crystal Palace.

Amidst the laughter of the Lord of Change, the wrath of the Chaos Gods was melted away, and the endless Tzeentch cried out for change, battling the enraged Nurgle.

Why are you unwilling to accept change, Fatty?

"Shut up, you birdman!"

It was rare for Khorne to witness this battle that shook the High Heavens alongside Slaanesh. Khorne repeatedly tried to pick up the sword Khorne was holding, but then put his hand back down.

Slaanesh felt the pleasure emanating from the entire Tzeentch Realm. He was so high that he rolled around on the bed, making intermittent sounds as he called out to his Primarch.

Fugrim also heard the intermittent sounds, but it paid no attention and said to the debauched palace that was beyond human imagination, "Keep playing the music, keep dancing!"

While Slaanesh was still languishing, the battle between Kirsaji and Mortarion had reached its climax.

Mortarion's expression was rather grim. The Eternal Chosen of Khorne had actually surpassed him in strength, and the wounds torn open by Khorne's katana were gushing out blood he had never seen before, which was also inhibiting his recovery.

Blood was gushing from the eighty-eight wounds on his body, and his weakness was intensifying.