Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 493 The Chaotic Domain of Nurgle (Subscription required)

"one two three."

  She picked up a fly and counted it.

   Reached out and brushed away the hair covered with creamy green slime.

   Showing an eye full of whites.

  The other eye was covered in a rotting, bloated growth.

  The mucus-filled throat made a muffled sound.

   Somewhat hoarse and creamy.

   But she counted very carefully, picked up a fly and counted one, and gently placed them on a petal with a yellow smell next to it.

   Carefully put away the picked up flies.

  She fiddled with the rotten mire with her pus-filled hands, and fished out a bloated fly.

   That fly looked like it would explode with a snap if it was pinched lightly.

   "Four, five, six, seven."

   On the count of seven, she smiled.

  Numbers have magical powers.

  Seven is the most perfect number.

   represents completion and ending, as well as concept and power.

   This number has power.

   Because it is the great holy number.

  The woman is very happy.

   She did one more thing to please her other grandfather.

  That fat man, the ruler of pleasure, Nurgle in the mist, will definitely reward her.

  Nurgle is the most merciful and fraternal.

  No matter how small life is, He will treat it equally.

   Never skimp on your rewards and gifts.

  Nurgle is the greatest existence.

  He is the founder of the threefold way.

  The Triple Way represents death, decay and rebirth.

   represents eternity of life.

  Every life accepted by Nurgle will gain eternal life.

   "You're doing these nonsensical things again."

  A man walks up.

  He saw the woman pulling the flies out of the bubbling mud, and said.

   While speaking, he also coughed and spit out a big mouthful of green phlegm.

   There are many maggots crawling in the phlegm.

   "This is meaningful." The woman stood up and said: "Seven is the holy number of my grandfather, and it is His will to save these lives. Any tiny life should be favored by my grandfather. This is the triple way."

  The woman stood up, took two steps, and her lower body felt tearing pain.

   Tried walking a few more steps and it became more painful.

  Walk with a limp.

   But soon, the woman got used to the pain.

   Pain is Nurgle's gift.

   Only pain can make a living being realize that he is truly alive.

  Nurgle bestowed pain, and took pity on the pain of those creatures, and gave them the ability to endure pain.

  The woman didn't care about the pain just now, but showed a happy expression instead.

  She turned to look at her ass.

  The man also came over.

  He could clearly see a big opening in the woman's buttocks.

  A mouth dripping with green slime grew out of it.

  Bursts of rancid breath spurted from the yellowed fangs.

"Look, my benevolent grandfather rewarded me for my good deed just now." The woman stroked the mouth full of fangs happily: "I have an extra mouth, so I can eat faster. Look at how beautiful it is , yellow fangs, a tongue full of mucus, and a tangy aroma."

   "Grandfather really spoils you." The man said in an envious tone: "Let's go, we have to go back to the village, something bad happened, the witch asked everyone to go back."

   "What happened?" The woman's eyes full of whites showed curiosity.

   "The son of the corpse king is coming, and the **** has sworn to destroy the garden of the loving father and bring every world back under their servitude."

  Hearing the man's words, the woman who was happy because she got a gift just now showed a frightened expression.

   "That's really a terrible thing, aren't those guys willing to let us go?"

  The man shook his head, his sticky hair swaying with his movements.

  "Those paranoid lunatics always think that the path they choose is the right one, so how could they let us go?"

"Alas!" the woman said sadly: "In this dark and cruel universe, only the way of the grandfather can promote the harmony of the universe. Other existences are too dark and cruel, and the corpse worshiper is the most terrifying and cruel of them all." , why can't those people see this clearly?"

  When they worshiped the corpse emperor, they were full of pain.

   Until I met my happy grandfather, I learned how to draw happiness from the triple way.

   What a wonderful world this is.

  Why do those corpse worshippers come to destroy it?

   Is it because of the corpse emperor's son?

  Why is that guy so cruel?

  How wonderful it would be if there were no wars, and all living beings believed in the threefold way of grandfather.

  In this way, everyone will not die, and they will be able to live happily in the universe forever.

  Men and women follow muddy, slippery roads towards the village, through forests full of slime and flies.

  The crown and trunk are full of sore spots like toads, and they are also slimy and slimy. It looks like a snot forest.

  The giant fungus twisted its happy body, and the face on the mushroom umbrella showed a joyful expression.

   They watched the passing of the two.

   Birds covered with boils sang among the trees.

   Flies circled the pair, in and out of their bursting sores.

  Those tiny maggots wriggled out from their mouths, noses and wounds, praising the loving father's broad mind.

  "Why can't those worshipers of the corpse emperor feel the charm of decay? The universe will be destroyed one day, and only the eternal loving father can protect everything in the world and maintain the balance of entropy"

  The woman's soft palate was a little rotten, and she looked a little clumsy while walking and talking, and it sounded like a leak.

  The man wiped the sticky substance on his face.

   That thing is like glue, and it also pulls out silk threads.

"No one knows why? They don't understand the secrets of how this world works, and they think they can change everything. The corpse king, the skull demon, the joy demon, and the cunning ghost are all equally disgusting. They know nothing about the truth and will follow Destroyed by the destruction of the universe. Only the benevolent grandfather who is in charge of the threefold way can continue to exist. No matter how many times those ignorant humans come, we will defeat them, just like defeating the skull demon, the joy demon, Like the minions of the cunning, the followers of a loving father always win."

   They walked through the forest, wading through the mire-like swamps, and finally returned to their village.

  A rotten, slimy mossy, slippery house.

  People who have received the gift of a loving father are surrounding an old man, shouting to fight for the loving father.

  "We will not yield to the dead worshipers, the loving father will surely win."

   "Defend our homeland and never let corpse worshipers into our world."

   "We will never give up even if we resist to the last person."

  The villagers were all very excited.

  The news that the corpse worshippers were about to launch an attack made them very angry, and they had to unite and resist until the last moment.

   "Quiet." A God Whisperer who could hear Nurgle's whispers stepped onto the slimy platform.

  The villagers fell silent, and so did the men and women.

  They looked at the God Whisperer with eyes that could see things, waiting for the other party's order.

   "I've got the oracle." The God Whisperer shouted, her head shaking like jelly following the sound.

  "The loving father needs every one of his people, including us. The breakthrough chosen by the enemy is likely to be our world. For this reason, we must be prepared to hold the corpse worshippers and prevent them from breaking into the garden."

   "Besides that." The God Whisperer clapped his hands, and a few guards in armor and holding rusty weapons dragged up a thing that had been beaten into shape.

"We still need to execute some **** traitors, they are still eager to return to the arms of the corpse worshipper. This guy was secretly performing a ceremony to worship the corpse emperor's son, and was caught on the spot. This is the most shameless betrayal of a loving father , cannot be tolerated.”

   "Lies." The thing that was almost beaten into mud made a painful voice, "It is deceiving you, the empire is our destination, don't be deceived by them."

   "Profane words." The God Whisperer roared in a weird voice: "This is blasphemy. Put him to death, chop up this traitor, throw him to the flies, and let those great messengers have a feast."

"kill him."

"kill him."

   "Whoever betrays a loving father will die."

  The villagers made hoarse voices from their throats filled with sticky phlegm.

   Their excited emotions made the rotting flesh on their faces shake like jelly.

  Several people came up and chopped the inhuman shape to pieces with rusty weapons in their hands, splashing slime everywhere.

  With a final scream of pain, the traitor fell silent again.

   "This is the price of betraying a loving father." The God Whisperer roared, "Even being killed by a corpse worshipper is infinitely better than betrayal."

  The villagers cheered.

  The God Whisperer nodded in satisfaction, just about to say something to boost morale.

   There was a booming sound.

  The weird, strangely radiant sky was opened with a crack.

   A roaring sound rang out, shaking the air.

   Wonderful singing came from the other side of the chasm.

  People looked up to the sky in surprise.

  The dark, star-studded night sky appeared in people's eyes.

  From the rift emerged a gigantic warship bearing the ghastly mark of the Corpse Worshiper.

   Those smaller ships flew out of the battleships in groups.

   They are not pretty, not rotten and bloated, and not silky slime.

  Especially when they bear the insignia of the Corpse Worshipers.

   "The enemy is coming, for the sake of the loving father." The God Whisperer shouted: "Take up our weapons and drive the corpse worshipers out of their homes."

  A torpedo fell from the sky, and the booming explosion set off a mountain-like flame, and the huge shock wave completely destroyed the house full of slime.

  The villagers were also blown up, and even smashed to pieces.

  Screams came from the mouths of the villagers who were not killed.

  The woman was dragged by the man and hid in a strong cellar.

  The bottom of the cellar is covered in sewage and slime.

   And wriggling fungi.

   They hid inside, their bodies shaking.

   Corpse Worshipers are horrible.

  The ground continues to shake

  The pained screams of the villagers before they were killed and the frantic voices of the corpse worshipers echoed.

   Men and women dare not even make a sound.

  The body full of abscesses and growths trembled.

   He didn't dare to move a step, for fear of being discovered by the corpse worshippers.

  The great Father did not care for them.

  Heavy footsteps sounded, and the cellar door was opened.

  A corpse worshiper wearing heavy armor and holding a gun appeared at the door.

  He saw men and women.

   "No!" screamed the desperate man and threw himself on him.

  The woman also followed, in the name of a loving father, they must kill this corpse worshiper to survive.

   "This place is **** disgusting."

  Loken, who had just stepped out of the teleportation beam, made a vulgar but true evaluation of the place where he descended.

  Boundless and desolate wilderness that stretches as far as the eye can see.

  The billowing yellow fog entrenched on the ground and the thick moisture suspended in the air greatly hindered visibility and affected the accuracy of orbital bombing.

   Loken tasted the local air through the external sensors of his helmet.

  The pungent smell of filth and carrion made his stomach queasy.

  The atmosphere has been thoroughly polluted by corrupt substances, and the ground beneath them is slowly rotting away.

   "The garden of the Plague God is like this." Torgaddon stood beside Loken. Not long after he got down, his armor was covered with mud and slime.

  Behind them is a returning Shadow Moon Wolf team.

   Subspace is idealistic, a world of will.

   You can't win with real technology alone.

  The fact that the returnees were able to return to this incident has already demonstrated their perseverance and tenacity.

   It is most appropriate to entrust them with the invasion of half-illusory, half-real realms.

   They marched forward, and one by one they felled the screaming, rotting corpses.

  The explosive bombs specially restrained these creatures with subspace power easily shredded them.

   Loken showed no mercy to those monsters.

   It can also be said that there will not be any returnees.

   Having experienced so much, their aversion to the gods can be said to be beyond words.

  Where this team walked, what remained were basically wreckage and broken arms.

  i Nurgle's disciples have incredible vitality.

  Even if they were blown into several pieces, some Nurgle believers were still crawling hard while dripping pus.

  Many returnees, like Loken, are gathering to attack deeper.

   Their speed is very fast, quickly harvesting the enemy, and clearing out an area for follow-up troops to enter.

  In the teleportation flash, the statue of the Holy Emperor was placed in the clearing that was confirmed safe.

  The Anglican choir sings under the leadership of the High Priest or War Apostle.

   Their voices are magical, making the rotting creatures scream in agony.

  A faint halo flows from the sculpture of the Holy Emperor and the facility of the lighthouse, healing the wounds of this planet.

  The rotting ground turned to yellow sand, and the power of Nurgle was driven out.

  The rules of the universe filled the vacancy after the power of Nurgle faded, turning the rotten ground into yellow sand.

   Loken was walking in a rotting village. After the previous battle, he had realized that these rotting corpses were actually very weak.

  They are just the mothers that bred junior Nurgle demons, and they don't have much strength.

   There is no need to waste precious bombs on those guys.

  He just took a sword and used it to harvest carrion.

   Loken and the others easily eliminated all the carrion corpses in the village, and he found a cellar.

  When Loken kicked open the door full of mold, a foul smell came from inside.

  It was full of sticky green liquid, hiding two rotting corpses, a man and a woman.

  When they saw Loken, they screamed and rushed up.

  The foul-smelling liquid splashed and stirred with their movements, emitting a more terrifying smell.

   Loken easily chopped off their heads.

  The two carrion corpses were separated like that, floating in the mucus.

   Loken also saw a mouth full of fangs on the female carrion's butt, emitting a visible yellow stench.

  He pulled the trigger decisively, smashing the guy's body to pieces.

   It's so **** disgusting.

  After dealing with the rotting corpses in the cellar, Loken walked back to the ground.

   After confirming safety, the pastors of the choir came over.

  They carried the sculptures of the Holy Emperor and the lighthouse facilities, with pious expressions and full of faith.

  As they chanted, the foul-smelling slime turned to clear water, and the rotting trees and houses burned in holy fire, and finally turned to ashes.

  The sticky and rancid air became fresh, and a gust of clean wind blew by.

   The slave workers of the Mechanic Order built various facilities on the sandy soil, strengthened the subspace barrier here, and established expedition outposts.

  They installed a protective net around the outpost, and densely packed laser beams were intertwined.

  The dense swarms of flies fell with a crackling sound, and in just a few minutes they would pile up, requiring a flamethrower to burn them directly to ashes.

   Flies are Nurgle's best messengers, carrying the most terrible plagues and germs.

  As long as a normal person is stung, the consequences are unimaginable, and may even become a breeding ground for flies.

  The experience of the empire is very rich.

  Have a way to restrain the swarm of Nurgle flies.

   As soon as they get together, an airburst bomb will be released, shattering them alive.

   If the number is scarce, it will be handed over to Nanolaser Network to solve.

   Make sure that no flies fly into the outpost, and any mosquitoes that can spread the plague.

  The first transport ship broke away from the fleet in the sky and descended to the ground.

  A large number of soldiers and heavy vehicles came down from the hatch.

   They chanted their home battle cry and prayers to the Holy Emperor.

  The giant titan is also unchained and moves in this decaying world.

  The pilot drives the Titan Cannon.

  The cannon is shining brightly.

  Destroy those rotten, wriggling eyeballs, tentacles, and all kinds of indescribable weird things.

  The realm of Nurgle is very huge and has no end.

  There are countless demons and believers belonging to the God of Plague living in it.

  Every world shaped into the Gardens of Nurgle is pulled into the realm of Nurgle.

  As long as you follow this world all the way, you can see the garden of the plague god.

   More and more corpse worshipers poured into Nurgle's outer world.

  The flames of war are ignited among the believers of the plague god.

  Carnage erupted on every corner.

   Their arrival quickly attracted those powerful demons.

  In the subspace, the power of demons far exceeds the limit they can exert in the real universe, and the speed of resurrection is amazingly fast.

  (end of this chapter)