The Commissar, who has the most pawns under her command and is also the vanguard of Hammer's attack, calmly commands her mixed forces of the Imperial Guard, Space Marines, and Astra Militarum to advance in an orderly manner. Any Nurgle monsters - whether alone or in groups - are not a match for his troops. Some dying Nurgle creatures try to climb onto these seemingly mortal things in order to use their last strength to give these outsiders the love of the father in the most intense way. However, once they come into contact with these pawns, they will find that - when they come into contact with these pure things, what they get is only a more painful demise.
"We can discuss Douya's aesthetics when we meet him later. What I am more concerned about now is that Big E said that if we burn a field that allows his power to penetrate in the form of 40K, he can send his cursed army to descend. How long do you think we have to burn to reach the standard?"
Abathur thought he could happily gallop on the battlefield with his White Scars pawns, but the environment of Nurgle Garden was too touching, so he had to walk with his White Scars pawns to fight. There was a hint of resentment in his tone. (Monthly fee group 694936135)
"Looking at the sky, I guess the clouds above us are all burned to gold. What Big E said is almost up to standard."
Silence, who was still using the Rogue Trader chess piece as his descending body, smashed the head of a Plague Carrier whose fingers could still move slightly into pieces with his power sword, and looked up at the sky above them - he remembered that when they had just stepped into the words of Nurgle, the area above their heads that should have been the sky was dark and rotten, but now, a ray of golden light had broken through the dark clouds.
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Pain, crying, sadness.
In his rotten hut, the Lord of All Things was rubbing a piece of intestine that had fallen out of his abdomen, sighing again and again. Even the new plague that had been boiling in his crucible for a long time could not attract his attention. When the pawns of the Hammermen stepped into his garden and slaughtered his offspring and burned his creations without scruples, Nurgle had already felt the pain. At first, the Father of Plague thought it was just an ordinary war, and soon these outsiders who stepped into his domain would become part of his vibrant garden. However, after he found that a poisonous sore on his intestines had been permanently "healed", Nurgle, the oldest dark god, realized that things were not good...
Isn't this kind of power that guy's? But why can that guy step into his territory without any warning?
“Gaga, gaga—stagnant fellow! You were actually chosen as the first, the first! You actually became the opponent in the first war after it took that step! This is a new and brilliant link in the endless changes, worth commemorating and recording!!”
What's worse is that a guy it particularly hates actually came to its door.
"Usurper, what are you talking about?"
Although Nurgle and Tzeentch were mortal enemies due to conceptual differences, Nurgle knew that this guy with a messy thinking circuit was definitely not trying to make fun of him by suddenly sending him a message. So he arranged for the nearby demon to mobilize the army and go to the burned area of the garden to resist the foreign enemy, while speaking hoarsely.
"I mean - the Great Game! The Great Game! The Fifth has already entered the game! Didn't you realize? You didn't realize that burning your garden is the Fifth's power! He wants territory! He wants territory in the subspace!"
Tzeentch's sharp laughter echoed in Nurgle's hut. Nurgle, who understood what Tzeentch said, even stopped sorting his intestines.
"He.....can't be, his body is still trapped in reality! He didn't hold up the chair!"
"But that's the truth! He found a way! A way for him to exist in two identities at the same time! This is interesting! Very interesting! I want to see it! I want to see it! - Hahahaha!!"
The laughter of the Demon Bird God gradually became smaller, and was finally suppressed by the gurgling sound in the Plague Cauldron and disappeared. Feeling that he had roughly understood what kind of trouble he had encountered, Nurgle sat cross-legged on the spot, staring at the green bubbles slowly floating up in the pot. After thinking for a long time, he chuckled.
My new 'brother' came to visit me on his own initiative. As the host, how could I not treat him warmly?
23. Battle of Nurgle Garden - Vanguard of Nurgle
All things decay, but all living things are immortal.
For the demons created by the great and kind father Nurgle, in the fragrant and vibrant garden created by their grandfather God, death has never been a word that represents the end - even the confused mortal souls trapped in the rotten soil of the garden will, under the benevolent gaze of the kind father, get the opportunity to sprout and bloom from the fertile abundance again and again, and finally happily join them, not to mention that they are beings created by the grandfather God himself!
Therefore, when the rusty bell hanging on the tall, rotten gallows tree covered with vines rang seven dying notes under the shaking of a group of Nurglings, the Nurgle creations within the range of the bell collectively put down their work and moved at the fastest speed they could.
They gathered in a 'tuntun' manner under the shade of the gallows tree where the bell rang, and instinctively formed a huge array with seven in the vertical and horizontal columns. Then, they broke down into seven pieces and stood neatly in the sewage and mud that continued to gush out from the ground. In the lingering sound of the bell, even the most playful Nurglings found places to stand in an awkward manner, waiting for the sacred instructions of the Lord of All Things.
"My children..."
As the last chime died away in the damp and foul air, Nurgle's voice rumbled like thunder, and under the echo of the Chaos God's words, seven huge lakes of putrefaction suddenly emerged from the ground. The branches and leaves of seven large trees withered and merged into the soil, and at the moment when these large trees completely disappeared, seven heavy rains fell from the sky, causing the life in the garden to rapidly and morbidly begin to reproduce - the cycle of life and death is best interpreted in the great power of the Grandfather God. The demons shed tears of ecstasy because of the grace of the Lord of All Things.
"My brother - the new brother, his men entered my garden and burned it - but it was not the fault of those children, they were only following my brother's orders. Go, embrace my brother's men, wipe away their wounds, soothe the anger in their hearts, lead them to this beautiful garden, and let them have a place to rest in peace and tranquility."
After looking around at his children who were about to go out to fight, the voice of the god Nurgle sounded again like thunder in the corrupt garden. Hearing that their father God actually had such expectations for his children, the morale of the Great Unclean Ones and the smallest Nurglings was greatly boosted - the Great Unclean Ones laughed and patted their chests, and made a declaration to the Lord of All Things that they would definitely offer victory. The Nurgle beasts jumped and jumped, happy that they were about to make more good friends. The Nurgle demons riding on Nurgle flies waved their weapons vigorously, vowing to turn all the existences that dared to hinder the dream of their grandfather into fertilizer for the garden. The Nurglings were even more smiling and combined into various runes or emblems praising Nurgle, showing their pure joy to their creators!
"Go ahead, kids."
The thunderous sound faded away, and the seven heavy rains that slowly stopped blended into the thick air, turning into an impenetrable and sticky green mist that tightly surrounded the demon army of Nurgle. Above the sky, seven dark gray clouds full of anxiety also quietly floated over, blocking the light of the dying false sun for the expeditioners. Feeling the grandfather god's love and expectations for his children, the Great Unclean One who led the team shook the triple bell in his hand and laughed so hard that even the mist trembled slightly.
"Let's go! Brothers, let's go meet our new brother!"
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"Although we had anticipated the possibility of encountering such a scene, this is too spectacular."
The Chosen One looked at the holographic battle map floating in front of him, and pointed at the Nurgle reaction that was crushing towards them in a "block" manner in the distance with a confused look on his face, and his tone was full of astonishment - before in the real world, the strongest warp demon reaction they had encountered was just the army of Tzeentch and Slaanesh that they faced one after another in Udal, which was almost transformed into a demon world. At that time, the Chosen One thought that such a scene was shocking, but now, in the garden of Nurgle, the Chosen One deeply realized one thing.
The Four Gods of Chaos are in their home turf, and their military force is truly overwhelming!
"There are seven Great Unclean Ones. Each Great Unclean One leads seven standard Nurgle phalanxes. Each Nurgle phalanx is composed of seventy-seven times seventy-seven Nurgle demons. By the way, Nurglings and Nurgle beasts that come to play with them don't count. The mist lingering around their phalanxes is the Sevenfold Curse Mist composed of Nurgle Wind and Plague Mist. Once a mortal touches this mist, he will get seven random Nurgle diseases within seven seconds. The existence of the Warp will also be greatly weakened when it encounters this mist. The cloud above their phalanx is the Sevenfold Blessing Cloud. Under this cloud, Nurgle's demons will gain stronger vitality because of Nurgle's power, and can recover from injuries that cannot be recovered under normal circumstances. They can also exert stronger power, not Nurgle existence..."
The political commissar shrugged as she read the information on the floating window in front of her and uttered a word.
"You will be deprived of a similar proportion of your vitality and strength."
"Political Commissar Sister, where did you find this information?"
Liang Feifan, who was struggling to arrange the positions of his Grey Knight pieces so that they could cooperate with his Imperial Fists pieces in the battle and use the simple gadgets collected from the ground and the items the pieces themselves brought with them to build a line of defense and exert the strongest combat power, turned to look at the political commissar sister, his face full of question marks.
".....Can't you bear to add a few more floating windows in front of you?"
The descended body of the Political Commissar sister tilted its head slightly. Although the face of this chess piece was hidden behind the helmet, the other Hammers all felt a sense of "speechlessness" from the Political Commissar sister.
"——Halo field, home advantage, right? Does the white land we created now count as home field?"
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Abathur's White Scar chess piece touched his chin, then raised his head to look at the golden halo that had condensed above their heads.
"Maybe? But even if it's not, we have no way out now."
Egg calmly ordered his chess pieces to form a defense line. At the same time, he ordered the long-range fire force to begin correcting its position towards the distant Nurgle Jungle. Looking at Egg's actions, the political commissar smiled slightly and slowly rotated the Emperor's Poison Blade she was sitting on.
"Indeed, so let's give these Nurgle evil creatures a big surprise!"
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Things shouldn't be like this!
How could things be like this!
Why did things turn out like this... Clearly I had received the blessing of the great grandfather god, and clearly I had the opportunity to make more good brothers. These two joys combined should naturally produce an endless cycle of happiness, and what I got should be laughter like waves. But why did things turn out like this?
“Gu-Gua!!!”
“Wuwuwu——Ahhh——”
"Uh-uh-ah!!!"
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
——These are the things that are entangled in the thoughts of most of the Nurgle demons in the array——When the seven-fold curse fog lingering around the Nurgle army was roughly blasted into thinner parts by the first round of long-range bombardment by the Hammermen, and when the super-heavy weapon attack that followed still penetrated the Nurgle army's array despite being doubly weakened by the remaining seven-fold curse fog and the seven-fold blessing cloud above the sky, when the Nurgle demons knocked to the ground by the diffuse impact caused by lasers or artillery shells shook their heads and got up, they all found that those brothers who were hit by the red star were either in a state of missing limbs that could not be recovered, or even more tragically, they had been reduced to ashes and returned to the great cycle of the warp——The entire Nurgle army was immediately in chaos with howlings. Indeed, all Nurgle demons knew that as long as they were not in the arms of their father, fighting against other demon armies in other places in the warp, as demons, they might be "killed", but that kind of death was in fact also losing all consciousness and returning to the power cycle of their own creator god. However, now, their brothers were actually destroyed in the realm of their father God. Not only were they destroyed, but their essence was even stuffed into the great cycle of the subspace? ?
“Ding-ding-ding-ding——————We didn’t lose many brothers. Maintain the formation! Don’t forget our grandfather’s expectations of us!!”
However, the chaos of the Nurgle demons only lasted for a short while. The Great Unclean One who led the team decisively shook the bell in his hand and released a powerful plague spell, making the mist of Nurgle thicker in the vortex of flies that swarmed out. After resisting most of the power of the second wave of bombardment, the panicked Nurgle demons had already reorganized their formation under the stimulation of their love for their grandfather god.
“Haha – let’s move on – eh??”
Suddenly, a feeling that had never been experienced before suddenly surged into the heart of the Great Unclean One, causing this powerful Nurgle demon to involuntarily raise his head and look at the sky - the next moment, he couldn't help but regret his behavior, because he saw a scene, a scene that theoretically should never appear in the domain of Nurgle - several golden clouds were madly colliding with the cloud of the father's blessing, and with every collision, the cloud of the father's blessing would be weakened a little, and with every collision, he seemed to hear a sigh from the father.
"Great Lord of All Creations..."
However, before the Great Unclean One could seriously lament how inconsistent the scene it saw was with the logic of the Nurgle realm, a heavy knocking sound, although low, but seemingly containing some kind of truth, came from afar and reached the auditory system of these Nurgle demons.
The sound is——thirteen.
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"......"
The tall figure stood beside the rusty crucible covered with moss and fungus.
The spoon in his hand slowly stirred the rich liquid in the crucible that was still bubbling.
The newly born Nurglings happily ran and played on the mountain, trying to please their father in their own way.
However, Nurgle remained silent, not even smiling.
'My children, my children...'
For a Chaos God, his domain and all his demons are actually part of him. Therefore, when the Hammermen used a round of artillery fire to completely wipe out a bunch of completely defenseless Nurgle demons from Nurgle's domain, the kind father god naturally felt the twisted pain, and when his cloud of blessing was repeatedly tossed and rubbed, the Lord of All Things felt a feeling so 'fresh' that it was terrible.
'How could he be so strong? What is his power? Did he really do something impossible as the usurper said?'
Although the losses suffered by Nurgle at present can be said to be minimal, in some sense, the losses to the God of Life are huge.
It can't even be considered a loss, but this thing that goes against the logic of the great game of the subspace still makes the Dark God frantically outline various answers in his mind, and then frantically eliminate these answers.
"Hahahaha——The Decayed! Did you hear that sound? Looks like you have to learn from me! Learn from me!!!"
Just as Nurgle was trying his best to use the knowledge he had mastered to deduce the state of the cursed one, the voice of the guy he hated most rang in his ears again - just as Tzeentch said, this God of Chaos, who takes change as one of his core concepts, has been watching the current state of Nurgle's realm with interest, enjoying his own powerlessness in the face of new changes. However, the bad thing is that Nurgle also knows that he must accept such changes - even if this goes against his own concept of stagnation!
"I... don't want to."
Nurgle, realizing what Tzeentch meant by learning from him, stopped stirring, thus successfully ruining another pot of plague soup.
"You have to, ha ha ha! Or? Let me face His things! I like this change! I like it!!!"
"No! This is my territory! You are not allowed to set foot in my territory! My children will make the changes brought by Him vanish into nothingness! Definitely!"
Nurgle was furious, while Tzeentch laughed wildly. The feeling of having the upper hand over his archenemy made the bird-god extremely refreshed, so much so that he casually raised his unpredictable hand and bestowed a powerful blessing on nine mortals - a powerful blessing that might not be obtained even if one offered the soul of the entire world to it under normal circumstances!
"Then keep on performing! What a rotten and stagnant thing! I hope that your realm will continue to be so prosperous after all this is over!"
24. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Troops Collide
When the Grey Knight's Sky Punishment Force Field weapon pierced its abdomen, burning a large section of its intestines, along with the wriggling maggots inside, the fungi attached to it, the bacteria that relied on this section of intestines to survive, and the Nurglings that had not yet taken shape inside, into ashes. When the Rotten Intestines was bombarded by lasers, bombs, and even worse things that followed the Grey Knight's weapon, and injected waves of terrifying power into its body, causing its brain to fall into a trance. The newly born Nurgle demon couldn't help but recall the magnificence of the Father God's Garden that he witnessed when he was just born -
The mud is surging, the garden is fragrant, the fungi are thriving, the insects and ants are wandering, the Nurgle beasts in the water are frolicking happily, the Nurglings are jumping around in the shade of the trees, and they are singing the praises of the greatness of Nurgle and the indomitable spirit of life with great energy - and, the great grandfather god always takes the time to penetrate the thick cloud of life and cover every corner of the garden fairly when cooking gifts for those mortals - every time at this time, all kinds of blessings will always grow and flourish in the garden, allowing all beings living in this garden to feel its kindness to them - if this is not the ultimate interpretation of all that is beautiful, where else can the word "beauty" be interpreted?
But now?
“Hmm—quack—ah!!!”
After a brief and beautiful memory, the rotten intestines carbuncle emerged from the trance and looked at the miserable scene in front of it, which was ten thousand times worse than hell. Its throat, which had been burned, couldn't help but let out a shrill wail that only a wounded beast would make - look at what the garden has become now? The fertile silt has been completely turned into ashes, and the air is no longer filled with the smell of vitality, but the smell of life being ruthlessly ended and then burned. What reaches its ears is no longer the laughter of the Nurglings, but their dying wails, even the sky, even above the sky! ! ! !
The clouds that the loving father gave them as shelter have almost disappeared!
"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this!!! The loving Father clearly welcomes you to join our big family, and the great Grandfather God has even forgiven the mistakes you made when you first arrived! Why are you still doing this!!"
The rotten intestines were crying and scolding. They held their weapons high, regardless of their already broken bodies. They longed for an answer. They had come with love and kindness to accept these uninvited guests who had stepped into the garden of the loving father. They had come to welcome these uninvited guests to become their new brothers! Why were these uninvited guests not only not grateful to the grandfather god, but also persevered in burning the garden that the grandfather god loved the most? Why were these uninvited guests not only rudely rejecting the embrace of the creatures in the Garden of Nurgle, but also slaughtering them in the most cruel way?
"My answer is just one word - death."
As the eyeballs of the Rotten Intestines Carbuncle had become swollen due to excessive tears, the azure giant sword wrapped with psychic energy in the hands of the Grey Knight, who was facing him, suddenly burst into golden flames, and in an instant it turned into a storm of revenge surrounding the Grey Knight. Before the Rotten Intestines Carbuncle could make any moves or mobilize the corrupt wind lingering around it with a thought, the hurricane of revenge had already swept it in.
In the blink of an eye, only ashes were left.
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"We've done it! We've done the first one.
The clean one!!!"
Liang Feifan, who controlled his Grey Knight advent body to speak cool lines and perform a big move, successfully sent away the Rotten Intestine Carbuncle. He looked at the jumping points changes on the floating panel in front of him and felt that his movements of wielding the Sky Punishment Force Field Sword had become much smoother. Before that, after careful observation and determination of the number and quality of the incoming Nurgle army, and also of the fact that their pawns could exert stronger combat effectiveness in this subspace environment than in the real world, the Hammer guys quickly formulated a combat plan for the Super Empire. The IG would hold the line and provide fire coverage, the regular Astartes would intercept the enemy's assault troops, strike deeply at the enemy's elite troop nodes and provide precise fire cover, the Oil guys would be responsible for battlefield maintenance and key fire projection. And other special units, such as the Imperial Guards, Grey Knights, and Assassins?
Behead! Behead! Behead! Behead! As long as the seven unclean ones leading the charge are eliminated, the remaining Nurgle things will definitely be only slightly better than a mob!
"I'm almost done here too. The name of this Great Unclean One is Pneumonia... To be honest, the names of ordinary great demons in the Nurgle family are really tasteless. You can roughly know what it is at a glance."
Using the cooperation of Iverson's Assassin Advent and other Assassin Court pawns, and under the cover of a team of elite Ultramarines Astartes, Goo was violently tearing apart a Great Unclean One. He punched the right hand of the creature, which seemed to still have the idea of resisting, into pieces, and raised his gun to send the ammunition that should have been 'replaced' just now into the Great Demon's brain, which looked like a mess. With a short exhalation, the body of the Nurgle Great Demon began to rise with golden flames.
"Big E's power is enough to completely destroy demons in the real world. I'm afraid this ability can be strengthened in the subspace. So, Dad N must have suffered a lot from our trouble this time?"
Since the chess pieces he brought were so fancy in every sense, the Chosen One, who was currently squatting in the middle and rear of the battle line, was waving his chainsaw sword and lightly killing the Nurgle demons that had rushed into the battle line, while chatting leisurely with other Hammer guys - well, compared to the other Hammer guys who were playing a kind of Musou Mixed Souls game by using powerful chess pieces as descended bodies and then rushing over to behead them, the Chosen One was indeed the one who had a very leisurely time.
"At least judging from the speed at which the points are rising, that's the case."
The political commissar sister, who had temporarily replaced her descended body with a veteran of the Imperial Guard, held a weapon in her hand, and under the cover of other Imperial Guard pieces and a team of Iron Hands Terminators around her, she calmly suppressed a Nurgle Great Daemon - this Nurgle Great Daemon named Skin Tumor was just as its name indicated, with a gray and swollen tough skin covered with pus that constantly oozes out, which made its defense performance better than its brothers, so much so that the political commissar sister, who used the power of the Imperial Guard, had only now entered the killing stage of it.
"Will Father N mobilize all the things in Nurgle Garden - such as the Great Demon of Seven to the Seventh Power - to give us some points... No, will he try to drive us invaders out? Or, at least exile us from the garden?"
Abathur galloped across the battlefield with a group of White Scars chess pieces, accurately dividing the weakest areas of the Nurgle army, causing many Nurgle demons to be beaten without caring about their buttocks. In the end, they all died in the golden flames, roaring the engine of his motorcycle, talking nonsense, and laughing like a real White Scars Astartes as he slammed into the group of Nurgle fly cavalry rushing towards them in front - and intersecting with them at lightning speed. When Abathur spun his tail and ran towards another area of exchange of fire just now, the group of Nurgle cavalry that had just collided with his White Scars team was already lying 'peacefully' on the dusty ground, smoking little by little.
"......If it really sends so many big demons, we might not be able to withstand it and can only surrender. However, I unilaterally think that Father N will not do this. If it mobilizes all its forces, it will be strange if the other three families don't take advantage of it and attack its territory!"
He advanced and retreated with his own group of chess pieces, and fought a large number of Plaguebearers with silent swords and guns. He easily sent the Nurgle scribe in front of him who thought he had enough defense back to the warp cycle, and then threw a melta grenade to destroy a dozen Plaguebearers and the Nurglings who followed them foolishly, and then he took over Abathur's words.
"This is the Warp - eternal chaos - Lich Lord, pull your Krieg troops back, don't rush too far, this is Nurgle's domain, Krieg style of play is not good."
"Oh."
Since he had only Krieg's pawns, the Lich King, who had to sit on the Queen of Glory and pretend to be a carrot in the previous activities, was very frustrated and drove his warhorse, telling his Krieg Death Cavalry to not rush into the depths of the Nurgle demon group in one go - in fact, he really wanted to try whether he could knock through the legion formation of these Nurgle demons in one wave...
"So Nurgle really watched us slaughter all of his subordinates... well, in N-father's style, should we say his family, pets? And burn down his garden bit by bit - what we destroyed cannot be restored!"
Leading his own
The Grey Knight chess piece, under the cover of his own Imperial Fist chess piece, rushed towards another Nurgle demon, Liang Feifan, raised the weapon in his hand, and with a bang, he killed a Nurgle demon of who knows what kind on the spot. Then he swung the Sky Punishment Force Field Sword, burning a group of Plague Carriers like a hot knife cutting butter. Several Nurglings tried to escape from here in panic, but were crushed one by one by the Grey Knight chess piece behind them.
"That depends on what Father N thinks - Ha! Take my bullet! Demon!"
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"No! No! How could it be like this....Why? Why is it something like this?"
Next to the huge crucible that was rarely boiling with plague potion, the grandfather god who was always cheerful was leaning on a cane that looked dead but had diseased leaves on it, looking into the distance with tears in his eyes, feeling the pain of his children and his domain being burned by the power of the abominable cursed one - no, maybe he shouldn't be called the cursed one - and his heart was burning for a moment. Although he didn't let his own will come to the battlefield, as the oldest dark god, Nurgle could easily identify the "essence" of the Hammers' pawn army, an essence that made him, the dark god, tremble a little!
