Chapter 404 The Happy Garden of Nurgle
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Thick, thick yellow mist covered the unclean area.
In this rotting hell, fortresses and watchtowers made of rancid fat and molten steel stand out.
The great demon Nurgle and the demon army are stationed in it, guarding this area, fighting endlessly against other invading demons and beings, but more of them are invasions.
Now, as Father Nurgle's power grows, the boundaries of his realm expand, pushing beyond the boundaries of his existence, engulfing the blazing earth of blood, the purple plains of joy, and the shifting crystal labyrinths.
Nurgle's army rushes into those areas, killing demons of any other faith, and then turns them into fertile filth with vomiting liquids and seeds.
The power of the plague spreads in the warp, engulfing the realms of other Chaos Evil Gods, causing hatred to accumulate.
However, the killing war on the edge did not affect the quiet place in the center at all.
It is a mixture of jungles, swamps and green areas that are the embodiment of life and disease, and are raging with rotten poison - the Garden of Nurgle.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"
The Heralds of Khorne fought wildly, and this powerful bloodletter slashed down everything in sight with his sword, including his own kind, and fell into endless bloody killing.
He could feel the blessing of the Blood God of Khorne accumulating in his body, making himself stronger and cutting off heads one after another.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The Harbinger of Khorne suddenly tripped during the charge and fell into the filthy mire.
He climbed up and shook off the mud. The redness in his eyes gradually faded, and he realized that he was far away from the battlefield and came to a winding path made of rotten vegetation.
In the deep winding path, there are more mud, maggots and buzzing flies.
Roar——
The Herald of Khorne has no fear, but roars into the winding path. As the pioneer of the Blood God's army, he should not be afraid of any danger.
He cut down the thorns that blocked his way and broke into the garden.
At the edge of Nurgle's Garden, dim light spreads through the shade of trees and the slimy canes covered with pus.
Along the way, the Harbingers of Khorne saw plaguemouth bushes, swollen fungi, wildly blooming flowers, and the bones of rotten demons rising from the lake.
Suddenly, the roaring sphincter erupted with putrid filth, slamming into the Khorne daemon.
He felt angry and stabbed him with a sword.
Ouch!
The Nurgle beast, which was sleeping soundly in its dream, was hit hard on the buttocks by the flaming giant sword, and howled miserably.
More Nurgle beasts were alerted and came looking for their hapless playmates, along with plague swarms patrolling the paths and Nurglings jumping around.
The beings of Nurgle flocked to the Harbinger of Khorne, toying with the interloper in torment and mischief.
The resistance was weak and could not even make a loud noise.
The Harbinger of Khorne was paralyzed by the virus, covered with maggots, and his entire body gradually dissolved and sank into the swamp.
Become part of the garden’s nutrition.
No life other than followers of Nurgle can hope to survive in the Plague Lord's gardens.
After all this was over, the Nurglings hummed cheerful songs, said goodbye to the Nurgling beasts and the Plague Swarm, and trotted away.
They also have to go to the Great Demon of Nurgle, the Big Maw Bala, to play.
The Nurglings ran along the complicated paths, found a familiar intersection, and skipped happily through the fetid bushes, approaching a mire area.
As we approached, we heard joyful music.
"Boils, phlegm, blood and viscera; pustules, viscera, rot and pus; blisters, fevers, pus-filled wounds; from your wounds, pus flows!"
Accompanied by the thumping of drums, the oozing gallows tree played its harp, the giant plague flies sang in harmony, and the poisonous mushrooms made a confusing popping sound.
The scene was full of jubilation.
In the center of the quagmire, the Big Eater Bala pounded his belly wildly, rolling in the quagmire, spitting out thick plague pus from the ferocious mouth of his abdomen from time to time.
This caused the Nurglings dancing around him to laugh, greedily absorbing the gift.
Those Nurglings who had just arrived screamed with excitement and joined in, using funny dances and movements to try to please the generous Nurgling Demon.
Beside the quagmire, other Nurgle demons who were singing, dancing, crying and howling, also laughed and gave warm applause.
Joy is always the theme of this Nurgle Paradise.
Not to mention, the Great Demon of Nurgle and the Big Maw King Bala are very popular and respected in this area.
Wherever he exists, there are always more parties and laughter.
"Sevenfold rot, sevenfold virus, rejoice, little smarties and my friends!"
The Nurgle demon named Bala moved its four arms wildly, performed a belly dance, and sprayed out more precious venom. Even the other demons were amazed.
Clearly, this is a Nurgle demon chicken thief, and he fits in perfectly.
What's even more ridiculous is that after Bala came here, he never went out or participated in any wars. He was completely immersed in the joy bestowed by Nurgle's loving father.
He is a complete bastard.
He almost forgot that he was a mole.
"Praise the four-armed savior, this is a perfect and happy job!"
Bara, the former berth cleaner of the Dream and the current Great Demon of Nurgle, once commented this way.
Since joining Nurgle's kind father, he has always felt joy from the bottom of his heart. Not only has he made many friends, but he has also tasted many delicious plague soups.
He is also a well-known food connoisseur in Nurgle Garden, and his title of Big Eater comes from this.
At his most, he had swallowed dozens of plague soups in one go without being overstretched. He was obviously gifted.
When the jubilant atmosphere reached its peak, a sudden change occurred.
"No blowing!"
A dull and sorrowful roar came.
Along with the heavy footsteps, the body of the plague with rotten and ferocious fangs stepped forward.
That was Kugas, the Great Unclean One, Nurgle's favorite, and the seventh lord of the Seventh Demon Palace.
This favorite of Nurgle, who was always depressed and incompatible with joy, became even more depressed. He hated cheerful music the most.
"No playing, no music, no anything like that!"
At this moment, Kugas' anger soared into the sky, and a disgusting yellow-green color suddenly filled the sky, with lightning and thunder.
The anger of Nurgle's favorite made the quagmire area suddenly quiet, the Nurgle demons stopped laughing, and the Nurgle spirits huddled together and shivered.
Even the rotting plants withered.
Not many beings in the Gardens of Nurgle dare to mess with this unpleasant creature.
Dong dong dong da da dong!
Bala's reflex arc seemed to be half a beat slower. Still immersed in his own rhythm, Bala played the belly drum again.
"Who is it!?"
Kugas groaned, growing increasingly irritated.
He stepped into the quagmire area, and his rotten eyeballs scanned all the lives present.
Bala was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he looked at Nurgle's favorite: "Kugas, are you unhappy? Let me play you a little song, maybe it can cheer you up."
As he said that, he came twice more.
When Kugas saw that the performer was Bala, his green face immediately softened a lot. But when he saw that the other person was about to knock again, he stopped him and said: "No, let me be quiet for a while!"
The favorite of Nurgle knew of the existence of Bara, the great eater.
That guy went around to the realms of other Nurgle demons, singing, dancing, eating and drinking. After tasting the plague soup of many demons, he also compiled a ranking list of delicious plagues.
Only the most viral, rotten and foul-smelling plague delicacies make the list.
This also made Bara welcomed by more Nurgle demons, inviting him to taste the plague soup he had worked so hard to create.
Hope to get a higher ranking.
The reason why Ku'gas didn't hate this particularly cheerful guy was because he ranked his plague soup second, above his old enemy Rotigus the Rainfather.
As for the number one spot on the delicious list of plagues.
Of course it is Nurgle, the lord of plagues and the loving father. There is no dispute. His soup is definitely the most viral, rotten and stinky existence in the universe.
After the loving father Nurgle heard about the deeds of the Big Maw Bara, he happily called him over and gave the Nurgle Demon a small spoonful of the latest plague soup.
Then ask him if the soup tastes good.
It is said that after Bara drank it, he almost chewed up his tongue and swallowed it. He praised and appreciated the plague soup on the spot, which was thousands of words long, full of grammatical errors and unknown vocabulary.
Some toxin components and the cooking process were also analyzed.
This Nurgle Chicken Thief's inner ghost obviously has some cultural bacteria in his belly.
Because after he quit his job as a cleaner and received the second blessing, he also went to Zhongsi Academy for in-depth study and participated in specialized espionage and basic cultural training. The special teachers of Zhongsi Academy put in more energy than teaching the greenskins, and finally allowed these chicken thieves to graduate successfully.
Let them reach the educational level of Chuji Academy, which is between kindergarten and elementary school.
But considering the difficulty of education at Zhongsi Academy, it is also very scary. At least the level of education is far higher than that of most imperial civilians, and it can even handle some complex calculations.
After Bala drank the thick soup prepared by Nurgle's loving father, he shamelessly expressed that he wanted more to taste.
After hearing this, the loving father laughed happily and gave the cute little guy a large spoonful of the extremely precious plague soup.
These two gifts of plague and disease have greatly improved the strength of this big stomach king.
That is a rich gift that is difficult for many great uncleans to obtain, making many Nurgle beings envious.
What made the beings of Nurgle even more jealous was that Nurgle praised the Big Eater for his good talent and tried to give him some knowledge of preparing plagues and let him take on more responsibilities.
But Bala refused without hesitation.
He regretfully told his loving father that his talent was only in the field of tasting delicious food, and it was difficult to prepare a foul-smelling and rotten plague, as he was afraid of wasting those precious toxins.
In fact, Bala just didn't want to work and wanted to continue to hang out.
Because once he agrees, he will probably be sent out by his loving father to find and prepare the plague to invade the real world.
After Nurgle's kind father was rejected, he was not angry. Instead, he happily comforted Bala and told him not to be discouraged and to make full use of his talent of tasting plague.
He believes that Nurgle Garden needs such plague tasting experts to better promote the enthusiasm of Nurgle demons in adjusting the plague.
Let them concoct more plague viruses that cause humankind to rot and twist.
From then on, the Big Eater Bala became a master of plague tasting praised by Nurgle himself, and he completely relied on Nurgle's garden to eat and drink together.
Even though several large-scale battles resulted in the death of Nurgle's chicken thieves one after another, it did not affect his salty life.
Not only that, Bala has become stronger due to long-term tasting and absorbing a large amount of plague virus.
As long as he wants.
He could strive for the title of Great Unclean One at any time and become a more powerful being among them, but he did not do so.
This is one of the important reasons why Kugas has such a friendly attitude towards Bala.
The Big Eater Bala, like himself, dislikes work, and they both drank the thick soup cooked by the great plague lord.
Kugas looked at Bala with a hint of envy in his eyes. He also wanted to be like this demon brother and not have to do any work.
Unfortunately, I can't.
He drank up the Plague Lord's most perfect plague creation and felt too much guilt in his heart. Perhaps this guilt would have to wait until he concocted the same perfect plague poison before it could end.
But before that, I had to continue my busy work and take on more responsibilities.
"Bara, I'm so tired..."
Kugas groaned and patted the small, jewelry-like giant cauldron of Nurgle on his waist.
That giant cauldron is the artifact of Nurgle himself. It is part of Nurgle's body and contains countless malicious puss. With the input of plague toxins, it will become larger and larger, capable of containing endless filth.
It can never be filled, and even if the entire filth of the universe were poured into it, it would never overflow.
"Look, my loving father has given me a new mission and given me an artifact. What an honor it is..."
Kugas said, but his face became increasingly sad:
"This is where I was born, where my pain lies, and now I will use it to carry out a great cause. The vast territory of the Milky Way will be brought into this fertile garden!"
When Bala heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
He suddenly stepped forward and took Kugas' hand, empathizing with him:
"Brother the Seventh Demon Lord of the Seventh Layer Demon Palace, I understand your pain. Work always makes people upset. It drives away joy. It's like an itchy fungus crawling all over the body. You want to scratch it but you can't!"
"Yeah, that was bad pain."
Kugas frowned: "I have to leave here. A lot of plague toxins need to be collected, otherwise Nurgle's darling, the Death Lord, will rush me again."
Mortarion was already preparing to ring the knell of time seven times.
He must seize the time to collect enough materials in the real universe and use Nurgle's cauldron to brew a plague that is enough to kill the Primarch Regent and the Savior.
This plague will sweep across the galaxy, causing billions of humans to suffer and rot, turning into a fatherly plague force that will eventually pull Ultramar and even more territories into the Garden of Nurgle.
Make it fertile ground for decay.
"May the seven plagues bless you, my brother. If you brew up the sweet stench of corruption, remember to let the giant rot fly bring me a taste."
Although Bala didn't know what Kugas was going to do specifically, after hearing that the other party was going to concoct a new powerful plague, his DNA moved.
Inadvertently activated the eating and drinking skills.
"After the plague comes, I will share this filthy gift with you."
Kugas nodded.
He decided to let the Big Eater have a taste as soon as the plague that could poison the original body, the regent and the savior, was prepared.
He can also let the existence of Nurgle know about his great achievements through the mouth of this brother.
After receiving the promise, Bala became increasingly happy and waved her paws enthusiastically to see off the beloved of Nurgle.
After Kugas leaves.
The depressing atmosphere of this quagmire returned, and he soon began to beat the belly drum again, and the joyful music sounded again.
The pace of that being's departure accelerated a bit more.
In the quagmire, Nurgling and the great Nurgling demons danced a funny dance again.
The Lord of Plague has obviously launched a new round of great undertakings, and more wars are about to break out, but the external battles have nothing to do with bastards like them.
However, not long had passed.
The roaring and vibrating belly drum suddenly stopped, and Bala froze there, looking a little shocked.
At the same time, other Nurgle beings also became quiet and looked at the big stomach king, somewhat confused.
Boom.
Bala's huge body could not hold on and fell into the mud. Then he said that he was a little tired and invited all Nurgle beings out of the mud.
Those Nurgle beings did not have any dissatisfaction and left happily.
After the beings of Nurgle left, Bala pulled the mud, her big belly trembled with excitement, and there was a hint of emotion in her small eyes.
Just now, he received a message from the real universe.
Decades later, the great four-armed savior finally thought of himself. He thought that existence had forgotten him.
Even though Bala fell into the arms of Nurgle's loving father, he never forgot his identity - a servant of the four-armed savior and a loyal Nurgle chicken thief!
He received the divine second blessing and the dark blessing, and came to this plague land to lurk.
Although he is loyal to his loving father Nurgle, his heart is more loyal to the four-armed savior!
Now, the four-armed savior has sent a secret order, and it's time to fulfill his mission!
Bala was a little nervous, not knowing what kind of difficult or dangerous task that existence would give him, whether it was to disrupt the realm of Nurgle or attack and assassinate an important existence.
Or approach Father Nurgle to gain secrets?
He hid his consciousness and carefully digested the message sent by the savior.
The message from the Savior is roughly as follows:
I hope that he, a loyal and capable chicken thief believer in the realm of Nurgle, can protect himself, lurk well, and integrate into the Nurgle collective with peace of mind.
At the same time, we will report the results of these years of work.
He needs to do three things:
1. Explore the topography of the Garden of Nurgle to see if there are any secret passages that can lead to the Garden of Nurgle without being discovered.
2. Investigate the situation of Elsa, the goddess of life, as much as possible without exposing yourself.
3. Collect and send some plague virus data to relevant institutions for research.
After Bala read it, she became slightly more relaxed.
Except for the somewhat difficult task of investigating the goddess of life, Aisha, he could complete the other tasks easily.
Over the years, he had eaten and drank almost everywhere in Nurgle's garden, and even visited the black house, the residence of Nurgle's loving father.
Now I can draw a more detailed map just by going again from memory.
As for the plague virus data, it is not a problem. I have tasted too many plagues and can provide a lot of data.
In fact, this is Ron's prudent consideration. There is such a lone seedling in the Nurgle field, and he must protect it as much as possible.
Otherwise, if you want to cultivate new moles, you don’t know how long it will take, and there will be even more information holes.
The order this time is to see what the Nurgle Chicken Thief's abilities and gains are, so that appropriate tasks can be further arranged based on his abilities.
After the Nurgle chicken thief Bala simply gathered the information, he got up and walked out of the quagmire. He was going out to taste plague soup everywhere, and he took the opportunity to explore the more hidden passages of Nurgle's garden.
More importantly, he decided to risk getting closer to that forbidden place.
to get some secret information.
It is said that anyone who trespasses in forbidden places will incur the wrath and severe punishment of Nurgle's loving father.
Because that is the residence of Elsa, the goddess of life.
(End of chapter)