The moment Alexander and Guilliman stepped into the ward, all wailing and sobbing disappeared.
The thick, foul-smelling air became fresh, the smell of disinfectant overwhelmed the odor of dirty secretions, and the patients lying in bed suddenly felt renewed strength in their bodies. No longer did putrid tears stream from their swollen tear ducts, and the swelling receded, light once again filling their eyes.
The patients' eyes widened in surprise and bewilderment as they looked at their hands; disease and pain seemed to have vanished in an instant.
They were practically cured!
With surprise, the patients climbed out of bed and looked at Guilliman and Alexander standing at the door.
Because the Cadia 184th Regiment's soldiers would not contract the Tear plague, these patients were all members of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army.
Alexander was a strange face to them, and they did not know that he was Doraemon.
But how could they not recognize the Primarch's figure?
With reverence and fanaticism, these patients tried to get off their beds to prostrate themselves before Guilliman.
They naturally attributed all of this to the miracle brought by Guilliman.
The Primarch quickly waved his hand, signaling the still-stunned apothecaries and medical personnel to stop the patients attempting to prostrate themselves before him, and to immediately begin examining their physical condition.
They quickly concluded that the diseases on these patients seemed to have truly vanished into thin air.
Even the ubiquitous mites, almost impossible to completely eradicate, were dying in swarms, with small black puddles of mite corpses visible on the floors of the wards and encampments.
The medical staff and apothecaries were completely at a loss, while the patients and accompanying Imperial Cult Priests naturally believed this was a miracle brought by the Primarch.
Guilliman couldn't help but rub his temples, easing the headache.
He vaguely heard that outside the ward, Imperial Cult Priests had already begun to preach.
"This is the Emperor's benevolence! The God-Emperor's divinity has spread through his bloodline to his offspring!"
"The Emperor's glory is shining upon the Primarch, and the plague God's diseases dare not approach him by an inch!"
The Imperial Cult Priest waved his Aquila staff, passionately proclaiming the divinity of the Emperor and the Primarch, and the soldiers below listened enraptured.
It was no wonder the priests were excited; the rise of the Saint Doraemon Sect had put some pressure on the Adeptus Ministorum communities near Ultramar.
The Adeptus Ministorum was originally full of suspicion towards the Doraemon Sect, but the endorsements of Sanguinius and Guilliman suppressed this suspicion, allowing it to develop rapidly in Macragge and Ultramar.
Alexander would occasionally travel between battlefields across the Ultramar front line, using his four-dimensional pocket to recover objects corrupted by Chaos. The Cadia 184th Regiment and the Doraemon Company, equipped with tools, were also active throughout Ultramar.
Many mortals were thus able to witness the miraculous effects of various tools, regarding them as Doraemon's divine miracles, and consequently devoted themselves to the faith of the Saint Doraemon Sect.
This created a sense of crisis among the Adeptus Ministorum communities within Ultramar, especially after Guilliman, upon his resurrection, had always been somewhat distant from the Adeptus Ministorum, yet allowed the Saint Doraemon Sect to hold rituals and celebrations in Macragge's capital.
Of course, Alexander knew this was because Guilliman hoped for some religious power to counterbalance the Adeptus Ministorum, an embodiment of his political maneuvering.
But the Adeptus Ministorum, unaware of this, only felt their status was challenged. Now that the Emperor's son had displayed a miracle, they naturally couldn't help but widely proclaim it.
"In ancient superstitions, humans believed that the King's Hand could heal all diseases with just a touch."
Guilliman said with a somber and displeased expression:
"Now you want me to believe that this plague is a creation of a god, and I can cure it just by standing here?"
"Ultramar Gratitude Education: 'Grandpa Guilliman Defeats the plague God's Disease with the King's Hand'."
Alexander, sitting beside Guilliman, shrugged and said. He understood Guilliman's feelings.
Guilliman was now like Ximen Bao, who had thrown the river witches and the three elders into the river, only to suddenly discover that there really was a River God.
Materialism no longer existed! Imperial Truth no longer existed!
In this situation, the only ones who probably wouldn't question materialism and Imperial Truth were the two lunatics, Mortarion and Fabius Bile.
Guilliman's expression was complex; on one hand, he had indeed found a way to heal his people, but on the other hand, this method was not exactly pleasant. Moreover, Guilliman felt strange.
"This is truly odd; I've never noticed this ability in myself."
Guilliman pinched his chin, muttering to himself.
Guilliman sighed, seemingly accepting this point.
He and Alexander began to move around the Ultramar sector using the anywhere door.
Wherever the two went, the Tear plague vanished like dew meeting scorching sunlight. The Adeptus Ministorum desperately preached the miracles brought by Guilliman, and the patients gratefully knelt before Roboute Guilliman.
Hymns were incessant, and Guilliman seemed to be on a sacred pilgrimage. Even the areas most severely affected by the Tear plague receded with the Primarch's arrival, such a coincidence, such a marvel.
Using the anywhere door, Guilliman took only one day to visit the encampments with the most Tear plague patients, eliminating the disease in these places with his very presence.
The Tear plague couldn't stop its tears, how unwilling it was! Because of Mortarion's request to Nurgle, it had to control itself and submit when Guilliman visited, withdrawing Nurgle's blessing from those mortal patients.
This was to make Guilliman run ragged in Ultramar, to make him wander in despair, to force him to stay in Ultramar to save his people, unable to go to his father's side.
This was Mortarion's goal: to force Guilliman to choose between Ultramar and the entire Imperium.
Either let his people suffer and cry in sickness, or let the Imperium fall into chaos and disunity.
How sad, how painful!
The Tear plague couldn't help but sob, its tears flowing more into the real universe, transforming into bacteria injected into the bodies of mites, promoting their growth, development, and hatching.
At the same time, the plague bacteria dormant within the patients' bodies also began to revive.
Cry, cry.
In this galaxy, to be able to cry freely is also a blessing.
The Tear plague twisted its body, tears flowing like a tide from its eyes, which were formed by mites.
And also flowing from the eyes of those patients in the mortal world who had originally seemed cured, and from the eyes of many more people who were originally healthy.
Inside the encampment in the Glaudo Valley of Thalassa, the patients in the shack-wards slept heavily; it was their first undisturbed sleep in days.
But this tranquility was quickly shattered, as the first sob echoed from the ward.
A patient let out a painful wail, tears gushing from his tear ducts. The putrid-smelling tears clung to his eyelids and eyeballs, quickly solidifying into clumps, irritating his eyeballs, tear ducts, and eyelids, causing them to swell and redden.
Then, an unbearable rustling sound came from his eyeballs, and countless tiny mites crawled out from between his eyeballs and eyelids, spreading throughout the ward.
Soon, other patients exhibited the same symptoms. Those patients who seemed to have been cured by Guilliman began to cry again, and mites gathered like a tide, crawling out from their tear ducts, forming black watery tides on the ground.
Mortal medical personnel shrieked in terror, and Astartes apothecaries intercepted the tide of mites.
The same scene was unfolding on more worlds. Those patients who had once been cured by Roboute Guilliman began to show symptoms of the Tear plague again.
The medical staff and apothecaries were helpless.
The tide of mites even began to appear from outside the wards; these tiny mites seemed to emerge from any location out of human sight.
They surged out of every nook and cranny like viscous black water, rushing towards the Ultramar Auxiliary Army's outpost.
Lasers scorched Thalassa's rain and collided with the tide of mites, but with little effect.
"Use promethium!!!" roared the commander of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army on Thalassa.
Mk. IIIa Heretic-pattern promethium flamers began to unleash scorching flames, burning the disease-carrying mites on the ground.
But these mites, as if an army under command, quickly changed their strategy.
The commander of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army watched in horror as Thalassa's drifting cold rain turned a viscous, inky black, filled with mites carrying the Tear plague.
The rain fell on the mortal soldiers, mites gnawed at their skin, and symptoms of the Tear plague appeared almost instantly. In just a moment, nearly a third of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army warriors began to cry and wail.
The Tear plague wept, the Tear plague rejoiced in unleashing Nurgle's blessings upon them.
The only thing the Tear plague found regrettable was that those Astra Militarum soldiers, clad in Cadia uniforms, who were approaching the Ultramar Auxiliary Army camp in the dark rain, seemed to be protected by some power. It could control the mites to gnaw at them, but could not inject the blessing into their bodies.
Reyna stood outside the Ultramar Auxiliary Army camp, bathed in Thalassa's cold rain. Fiery Psyker flames flickered in her eyes. She could hear the demonic sobs from the Warp and feel the blasphemous power within the Tear plague. She was enraged by this.
Damn Warp daemons, so rude, too much!
"Get out!!!"
Powerful Psyker energy was released from Reyna's center. The mite tide, like a black puddle on the ground, began to burn. At the same time, her strong Psyker energy surged directly into the clouds in the sky, exploding like a scorching sun, burning away the dark clouds and polluted rain, allowing the sunlight to shine again upon the Glaudo Valley encampment.
But the sobbing in the Warp still persisted. Reyna could eliminate the mites, but she couldn't eliminate the pathogenic bacteria that had already parasitized human bodies.
As long as these bacteria existed and continued to make the infected cry and suffer, then the demon existing in the Warp due to the Tear plague could continuously draw power and continuously grow stronger.
This was the unique power of Nurgle and his daemons. When a great plague spread, Nurgle could even leap to become the most powerful entity among the Chaos Gods.
"Regiment Commander, how should we deal with these patients?" The soldiers of the Cadia 184th Regiment quickly took over the Ultramar Auxiliary Army camp on Thalassa and asked Reyna about the next course of action.
"Report the situation here to Alexander and Lord Guilliman——" Reyna's words were not yet finished when she heard a crisp sound of a door opening.
At once, she and the soldiers of the Cadia 184th Regiment simultaneously showed expressions of joy, all looking in the direction from which the door opening sound came.
A pinkish-red wooden door was gently pushed open, and a figure emerged from within.
"Alex—?" Reyna hadn't even called out Alexander's name before she froze.
A round, blue, red-nosed cat-like robot emerged from the anywhere door.
The soldiers of the Cadia 184th Regiment immediately knelt on the ground, and the warriors of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army also gasped, as if seeing a legend appear before their eyes.
Alexander, in his Doraemon guise, plunged his hand into the four-dimensional pocket and pulled out a handheld lamp.
"Ta-da! The Lamp for Eliminating Useless Bacteria!"