Ling Pingan watched the fat boy in his school uniform slowly walk into the distance with the help of the monster next to him, the terrifying and deformed father of plague. Finally, they disappeared in a burst of brilliant light.
Ling Pingan scratched his head. Both of his brains were shaking as if he had triggered a scene.
“I, Brother What knocked out two little bean sprouts in the front!” The left brain said proudly.
“I, Brother Hell knocked out two little bean sprouts from the back!” The right brain said arrogantly.
Then, the two heads roared in unison, “WAAAGH!”
“WAAAGH!” The little green skins jumped to Ling Pingsn’s side and began to sing and dance.
“Brother What is cruel and cunning!”
“Brother Hell is cunning and cruel!”
“They worked together to chase away the Great Devil who tried to steal our Warhammer 40K!”
“Brother What and Brother Hell are going to lead us. WAAAGH!”
At this moment, the notification from Nightmare Legend came late. “Dear player, you knocked out the father of plague (temporary descender) from the front. Your Brutal Mark + 1!”
“Dear player, you have knocked out the father of plague (temporary descender) from the back. Your Cunning Mark + 1!”
“Dear player, you have knocked out the God of motive power of all beings, Loving Father, Nurgle from the front. Your Brutal Mark + 10!”
“Dear player, you have knocked out the God of motive power of all beings, Loving Father, Nurgle from the back. Your Cunning Mark + 10!”
“Your brutal mark has reached 12!”
“Your cunning mark has reached 12!”
“The green skins of all worlds and universes will learn of your victory after a certain time!”
“You have achieved a milestone in all worlds with green skins: Brutal and cunning! Cunning and brutal!”
“When your character enters the nightmare legend next time, he will obtain the faith of the green skins of all worlds!”
“You will become the Master of the Green Skins!”
“The green skins of all worlds will become your clan tribe!”
“You have activated the Clan Tribe System!”
“After you log out of the game, you can download the ‘Nightmare Legend Clan Tribe Command Device’ from the official website and use the Clan Tribe Command device to guide the Clan Tribe outside of the game!”
Ling Pingan looked at the notifications and was dumbfounded.
Did I fight those two monsters?!
No Way!
I didn’t even touch them!
But…
The green skin little guys beside him were so excited that their skin almost turned from green to red.
“Oh! Brother What is the most brutal!” They sang a strange and unpleasant tune. “Oh! Brother Hell is the most cunning!”
“Brutal Brother What, he is going to lead us to WAAAGH!”
“Cunning Brother Hell, he is going to guide our WAAAGH!”
“We are going to the center of the universe, to all parts of the world!”
“We are going to stir up all the Big WAAAGH in all the worlds!”
The strange thing was that Ling Pingan’s character seemed to have activated some kind of settings in the Legend of Nightmares.
His two brains began to echo with the singing of these little things.
“Brother What is cruel and cunning!” The left brain began to sing, and his voice was so unpleasant that it could kill. “I found out that Nurgle was stealing the Warhammer 40K!”
“I walked up and knocked him out!”
“Nurgle was beaten until he cried!”
The right head did not want to lose, so he sang, “I’m Brother Hell, both cunning and cruel. After I found Nurgle, I knocked him out from behind!”
“Nurgle was beaten to tears by me!”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh!”
“Nurgle was beaten to tears by us!” Two unpleasant, ear-piercing voices sang together, “Nurgle was beaten to tears by us!”
Who knew how this character and those green skin little things understood everything just now?
Other than the fat boy in the school uniform, who seemed to be the monster called Nurgle, who was crying, was any words that they were sing true?
However, the green skin little ones became more and more excited.
In the end, under Ling Pingan’s gaze, they sang these unpleasant songs and danced some incomprehensible dance. They sang and danced as they walked into the distance, disappearing into a path that seemed to be made up of some light.
At this time, Ling Pingan finally regained control of his character.
Thus, he discovered the lucky one that was tied up by the mycelium.
He walked over and untied the binding on the pitiful female player.
“Little friend!” His two heads buzzed as he said, “Quickly help me open the chest!”
On the ground, there were over a thousand treasure chests.
Not only just what the monsters drop, but there was also a large chest that flickered with colorful colors.
Obviously, that was the final reward of this dungeon!
Outside of the countless worlds, a dark side of the universe.
In the ancient subspace, an ancient diablo that had existed in it since ancient times had woken up.
He opened his eyes.
His child, the child he used to like the most, appeared beside him.
The father of the plague, Cucas.
“Child…” like a lump of rotten meat that had existed in the subspace since ancient times, Nurgle’s body grew countless mouths. “From now on, you will stay by my side. You are not allowed to leave, and you are not allowed to tell anyone about your experiences during this period!”
“Yes!” The father of the plague lowered his head deeply.
Thus, the surface of Nurgle’s body secreted countless fluids, enveloping the father of the plague.
Making him a part of his own body.
Making him never be able to leave the place.
But…
Nurgle knew…
That this could only delay the discovery of the secret.
Sooner or later, this matter would be known by others.
He, the god of the power of all creation, was scared to tears by the green skin God!
Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Khorne would be delighted.
But…
That was not Nurgle’s intention.
To a certain extent, Nurgle was even willing to be laughed at by them and discussed by them.
Because only when everyone was laughing and discussing the matter of him being ‘Scared to tears’.
The true secret could be covered.
That secret was…
The green skin gods had been devoured!
The green skin gods had become a part of some great ruler.
And that ruler was somehow spitting out the god that he had devoured.
Was that something good?
No!
The universe had its laws, and everything grew in its cycle.
That great ruler spat out the God that he had devoured.
What was he doing?
Nurgle could not understand it at the moment.
But he had some guesses, getting some information especially from some of the things he had heard.
“Don’t provoke the green skins for the time being!” Nurgle’s countless mouths opened and issued the oracle. The oracle passed through the subspace and spread to the worlds and planets.
That was to make the ridicule that was about to come real.
And that was what he wanted to see.
He even hoped that everyone’s attention would be attracted by this matter, to avoid an even greater disaster!
The God of motive power of all beings only wanted a rotten world. He did not want a world where even bacteria did not exist!