bookpower Chapter 595 595: Capturing Nurgle, Crossing into the Ultra Universe
Chapter 595 595: 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!
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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.