When Mortarion once again stepped on the most fragrant and sacred land in the garden, what greeted him was a sad scene that had never appeared in the family of the loving father. The great loving father of Nurgle lay beside his crucible, weeping. A large number of Great Unclean Ones sat or lay around the grandfather god, and the smiles on their faces in the past had turned into sorrow. The Great Unclean One who had the best relationship with him, Ku'gath, always had a sad face, and the pain written on his face had turned into thick water, dripping on the ground - the plague flies no longer flew, the Nurgle beasts were listless, the plague zombies were dumbfounded, and even the Nurglings had lost their normal liveliness.
"This is why I have to beg you in such a low voice, Mortarion. Because of Typhons' current situation, the domain of the grandfather god has been madly invaded by the other four chaos gods, especially the new chaos god. Because he does not understand the unspoken rules of the great game, he is madly burning the domain of the kind father, slaughtering our compatriots, and trampling on the life of all things. So far, thirty brothers have left us forever..."
Just as the God of Death frowned slightly, trying to figure out why the kind father Nurgle had entered into a strange continuous crying, the slightly tired voice of Rotigus reached his ears.
“So, He has indeed already…”
With his mind racing, Mortarion, who had completely understood who the 'new Chaos God' that Rotigus had mentioned was, could not help but clench his fists. His soul, which had long been silent because of the power of Nurgle, began to surge. The Pale King of Barbarus could not tell what he felt in his heart at the moment. Anger after being deceived? Relief as expected? Or some other more indescribable emotion?
"Although it is not completely confirmed, the four of them, including the Great Father, have basically acknowledged this fact."
Rotigus slowly explained the current situation to Mortarion, shaking his head uneasily. As he did so, some maggots crawled out from the corners of his mouth, but were frightened by the oppressive aura around them and crawled back into the body of the Great Unclean One. Mortarion did not immediately respond to Rotigus's words, but just stood there quietly, gently vibrating his wings and breathing heavily.
After a long moment, Mortarion finally raised his head.
"What does Father Nurgle want from me? Except to bring that idiot back into the real world."
"......"
He probably understood that it was absolutely useless to discuss the matter of Typhons with Mortarion now. Rotigus sighed deeply, shook his head and left Mortarion. Seeing that Mortarion was so stubborn, Kugath, who didn't want to show up, had to rub his stomach, walked to Mortarion with a sad face, raised his hand, and gently patted Mortarion's shoulder.
"Then at least go and tell your former master, Father Nurgle, that he cannot be so presumptuous in his domain."
"Hmm... I can do this. So, will the battle take place in reality or in the subspace?"
Since Kugath did not mention Typhons, who was a jerk in Mortarion's eyes, and Kugath was indeed a good friend of Mortarion, Mortarion was willing to listen to Kugath's fatherly instructions to him - and now he was indeed restless and eager to vent through a battle.
"The battlefield is in the Warp - the real universe. We can't rebuild an anchor point strong enough for you to pass through in a short period of time - well, if you can repel the troops of the new God of Chaos, maybe we can get a good anchor point!"
Thinking of the fact that the structure of the real-world galaxy that Typhons had stepped into was secretly in line with the domain of the benevolent father Nurgle, Kugath's tone suddenly showed a little excitement that was rare for him. At this time, the benevolent father Nurgle, who had almost finished crying, slowly turned his head and looked at Mortarion standing with a sickle, his voice full of kindness - morbid kindness.
"My child, can you do it? Take back what I deserve? Let my love be better embraced by everything?"
"Of course, Father Nurgle."
—————————————The dividing line of Tzeentch————————————————————
The Crystal Maze was trembling.
The books in the huge library were flying out frantically, using the knowledge inside to "physically" kill some unlucky visitors, and condensing new clerical knowledge, which flew back to the specific positions on the bookshelf - the horror demons responsible for copying and proofreading this knowledge held feather pens, and they were busy tapping their heels on the back of their heads - but even if a bunch of horror demons were wiped out because of such busyness, these demons still found it difficult to cope with the changes in the entire Tzeentch Labyrinth.
The Lords of Change were whispering, the Lords of Change were discussing, and they were trying to get a glimpse of future changes - even including Carlos the Fateweaver - this chief demon under Tzeentch rarely joined the discussion of other Tzeentch demons with extraordinary enthusiasm, and what he said was regarded by many Tzeentch demons as the key to breaking the deadlock.
The Usurper Heaven is in ecstasy, the Demon Bird God is in desire, the changing crystal lines are shaking the fate of the stars, making the fate of mortals who have been involved in the realm of Tzeentch in reality as unpredictable as a kaleidoscope - and the reason why Tzeentch is so excited is because...
"Gaga gaga gaga!! Nurgle! Nurgle! You also have a present!!! Gaga gaga!!!!"
Watching the scene where the Nurgle realm was invaded and beaten by the Blood God's 888 troops, Slaanesh's 666 troops, his own 999 troops, and the troops of the new gods who joined the game at the same time - Tzeentch's entire appearance was bouncing and swinging on his lotus platform, twisting and turning, changing wildly - Typhons' defeat caused Nurgle to lose its key anchor point in reality, which led to the rapid retreat of Nurgle's power in reality - and this situation was reflected in the warp, resulting in the decline of Nurgle's realm... Therefore, why don't other Chaos Gods take advantage of the situation and wait until the New Year? Uh, why don't they take advantage of the situation at the beginning? That's because they didn't confirm whether a certain guy had joined the game?
Now... the four gods basically have no doubts, a certain cursed guy has joined the game! Although he is a little unruly, and although his power is still so annoying, considering his nature, this unruliness is barely acceptable to the Chaos Gods. In short, as long as he joins the game, it's a good thing! Especially for Tzeentch, one more person means exponential changes!
“Hahahaha——what changes can I see next? Looking forward to it! Looking forward to it!!”
34. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Mortarion Appears
The flames that had not yet been extinguished flickered in the crater, the smell of gunpowder was in the air, traces of burnt objects were everywhere, the blood that had not yet dried up was quietly stagnant in the potholes, and the broken limbs and arms scattered everywhere were twitching slightly from time to time, as if telling the visitors to this wasteland - they are still alive, they can still be saved!
Of course, there is no chance of them being rescued...
If this scene appeared in any human or even any alien settlement in the real world, it would inevitably mean that this place had suffered a brutal war and plunder and massacre that could not be understood by common sense. However, what if this scene appeared in the Chaos Realm - or even in the realm of the Lord of All Things?
Well, in some ways, this is more 'cruel'.
"So, why are there villages in Nurgle's realm? And they seem to be in good order?"
After searching the ruins for a long time, I found nothing but a pile of broken bowls, rotten pots, rusty boxes and rotten wood.
The Chosen One, who had gained nothing, raised his gun and burned all the things that were actually manifestations of Nurgle, while he complained madly in the Hammer chat room. In fact, when they burned all the way to this place just now, this small village built spontaneously by Nurgle demons almost made the Hammers think that they had gone astray and burned to the territory of other lesser gods of the warp, until the political commissar sister's chess piece determined that the village chief was a great unclean one, and the Nurgle demons in this village formed a team just as expected, ran to the jungle area outside and began to grow fungi...
"Think about the plague villages in human history. Perhaps, the villages in Nurgle's realm are the remnants of their concepts."
The Political Commissar Sister led her own Imperial Guard formation and strode into the scorched earth. She ordered her Cadian pawns to search the surroundings to make sure that no Nurgling or even a fly escaped the purification they brought. Only then did she slowly speak in the Hammer chat group.
"Why must it be humans? The origin of the Warp's chaos can be traced back to the War in Heaven. Couldn't it be other intelligent creatures, such as Bean Sprout? Even more outrageous, couldn't it be from the galaxy outside the Milky Way? Is there really only the Zerg outside the Milky Way?"
Liang Feifan changed his descended body and, as the captain of the Ditaiquan company, led his chess piece troops to clean up the various debris that had not been completely burned in the battlefield, so as to prevent these things from becoming new troubles in the waves of the subspace. He picked up a piece of rotten wood, looked up and down for a while at the screaming shape formed by the pattern on it, shrugged his shoulders, and threw the thing into the blazing golden fire beside him - accompanied by an imperceptible puff, a small ball of black mist disappeared in the fire.
"Liang Feifan, you overestimate GW's imagination. Their strongest imagination is focused on how to 'reasonably' raise the price of chess pieces, and how to force players to eliminate old chess pieces, and then let players buy new chess pieces to give them money. How can they have more energy to deepen the worldview? It's not a joke that GW doesn't understand Warhammer!"
As an Oilman player, Egg, who was deeply harmed by some of GW's operations, gritted his teeth and talked in the Hammerman chat room, while he and his Baymax kept pulling the triggers tightly, causing the flames of various incendiary weapons to churn among the broken limbs and blood pools - under the concept of "Emperor's Fire", the last life of the burned demons was cut off, and their last existence turned into ashes and merged into the wind of the subspace.
"Indeed, no matter how open the world view of 40K is, GW can't do anything if it doesn't do its job well. Well, let's not talk about that annoying company for now. Have any of you counted how many Nurgle demons we have killed so far?"
"Forehead.....?"
The silent question made the Hammers look at each other for a while. After a few seconds, Goo, who had been showing the Nurgle demons what real assassination was, spoke first.
"Sorry, I played it as a real bolter. I probably killed two or three Nurgle Daemons solo, but maybe four or five?"
"My pawn is Krieg, I don't care."
The Lich King, who was already more than 40% into the game, was unable to provide any useful intelligence. He was already addicted to the 'Mount & Blade K Complete Decoder' gameplay of Krieg's artillery clearing the way and then the Krieg's Death Cavalry charging. Moreover, the results were quite impressive.
"There are probably about thirty or forty, but I'm not sure because they refresh irregularly, and..."
After doing some calculations, the political commissar used the weapon in her hand to burn a shivering Nurgling hiding under a rusty metal plate. She turned her head slightly and pointed in the direction they were coming from with a meaningful look.
"These Great Unclean Ones are much weaker than the seven we fought at the beginning."
"Isn't it normal for demons to be divided into strong and weak? Compared with Ku'gath and the passerby Great Unclean One, Ku'gath is definitely superior in all aspects?"
God's choice is incomprehensible.
"That's not what I meant. Before, I fought a Nurgle scribe at the door. He managed to survive two moves. But the Great Unclean One in this village just now, strictly speaking, didn't even survive half of my moves..."
"Don't mention it. I have the same feeling. At the beginning, I felt a little pressure for my White Scars to penetrate those Nurgle demons. But now, I don't feel any difficulty in penetrating them. Is the difference in strength between the Nurgle demons so great?"
After stepping on a worm that tried to wriggle away in front of him to death, and then using a decomposition force field to prevent it from being reborn, Abathur, who had enjoyed the recent waves of attacks with his own White Scar pawn, also felt the same way.
"Maybe...right? But, if the Nurgle family is really so weak, wouldn't the other three gods come to them to take advantage of them? Or are there also such 'commoner demons' in the territories of the other three gods?"
"I won't comment on Slaanesh, but there's no way the Khorne family would have something like this, right?"
Just as the Hammermen fell into their habitual digression, divergent thinking, and meaningless reasoning about the chaos in the subspace, a buzzing sound like muffled thunder rolled in from a distance without warning, clearly reaching everyone's ears. At the same time, the Nurgle pollution reaction on the display window floating in front of the Hammermen suddenly increased sharply, and surged - the dead wind wrapped with countless corrupt corpses and festering organic matter slowly blew towards the already purified earth, re-purifying the earth.
Bringing fungal spores and seeds of plague, thick green clouds came with the wind, and the foul-smelling nutrient juice turned into torrential rain - in an instant, the lush and decaying Nurgle jungle rose again on the earth, and countless chaotic lives once again ran through the jungle.
"Is that... a fluttering moth?"
Although the Nurgle gale was so strong that some of the ordinary line-resisting soldier pieces in the front had varying degrees of "contaminated by Nurgle" marks on them, the Hammer guys no longer cared about this detail at this moment, because a very, very attractive existence had already appeared in the eye of the roaring Nurgle swarm storm!
"Yes, it seems that Garro's actions of chopping the real commander of the Death Guard into eighteen pieces and making the Terminus Est a collection item of the Figure King have successfully angered the Chief Divine Champion of the Death Guard?"
Gazing at Mortarion, standing in the air with his huge wings spread out, and assuming that the messy things flying around him were imagined to be auspicious clouds or other things, then he looked like an immortal descending to the earth. Liang Feifan quickly switched his descended body to the Grey Knight Paladin, while commenting on the Death God of Barbarus with a click of the tongue - well, the kind of comment that could make Mortarion directly transform into Angron.
"This mission first allowed us to meet the King of Figures and make a PY deal. Then we watched the true leader of the Death Guard get hacked into eighteen pieces by the Knight-Rangers of the Dusk Raiders and lose the Terminus Est. Now, we can even play a round with the Chief Chosen Champion of the Death Guard! Ha! This is worth the price of admission!"
The Chosen Fly rubbed his hands together. At the same time, the ability of the Blood Raven's descended body made him involuntarily lock onto the weapons in Mortarion's hands and the gun on his waist in the distant center of the storm. As everyone knows, the Blood Raven's relic vault contains everything. So, now that he is fighting as a Blood Raven, it should be... reasonable for him to find a way to take away Mortarion's equipment?
"So, why is he still floating there? According to the power of the Demon Primarch, he should have a rough estimate of our strength, right?"
The Lich King had already entered a state of combat readiness, ready to enthusiastically cover the traitor with artillery fire the moment Mortarion entered the threat range of his team. He bit his Krieg charge whistle, with a slightly puzzled tone in his voice. Admittedly, as the Primarch of the Death Guard, Mortarion liked the tactic of slow heavy infantry advances. However, floating in the sky motionless, with a pile of demons and demon engines at his feet...
Is this too cautious?
"He's afraid."
Just as the Hammer guys were arranging their pawns to build a new front-line defense, estimating the shooting elements, burning the Nurgle pollution that came too close, and locking their windows on the Daemon Primarch in the distance who was still floating in the air with a posture of "stepping on the wind and clouds, and holding the stars in his hands", and maliciously speculating why the Chief Champion of the Death Guard, who had perfectly interpreted the word "rollover" in the Primarch duels since the Horus Heresy, did not come with the Nurgle Daemon F2A whose number was growing, the voice of Big E rang in the ears of the Hammer guys.
"Ok?"
"...Don't say that. It's possible that Fluttermoth is afraid. Don't forget that in the God's Plague, Fluttermoth was so scared when he saw Old Thirteen, who was possessed by the Emperor. To be honest, he didn't have any of the domineering aura that a Primarch should have."
"So why did it come? In fact, from all angles, it can be seen that if Mortarion does not want to move, it is actually difficult for Nurgle to order it."
When Big E revealed the answer in front of the Hammer guys, they all let out a collective "Oh, so that's it" sound - indeed, although the answer is a little bit unbelievable, it is most suitable for Mortarion, the Primarch who calls himself the God of Death Barbarus but has never seen through life and death!
"Since it's scared, then I'll lead the team to charge it first, okay? By the way, I'll recall the experience of being beaten twice by the Khan - fuck! The concentration of this Nurgle Plague is almost condensed into a pool of water in the air! Is Mortarion so scared!"
Abathur, who was ready to give Mortarion a happy surprise, had just pulled together his group of White Scars chess pieces when he was shocked by the skyrocketing data in front of him - if the previous Nurgle Plague only brought more than 95% humidity to the air, now the Nurgle Plague was blatantly moving the rich plague lotion in the air - to be honest, even in the Garden of Nurgle, this phenomenon seemed a bit too extreme!
"He is trying to interpret this battle according to the rules of the Great Game. Therefore, when Nurgle's power seems unstoppable and begins to erode my territory, he will take action. How ridiculous! He has become the monster he hates the most without knowing it."
Big E's voice sounded like a sigh, and also like he was lamenting his misfortune and being angry at his lack of resistance. The Hammers, who knew the meaning of Big E's words very well, were silent for a long time, and finally, the political commissar broke the silence.
"We're just going to wait like this?"
"Yes, Mortarion is trying to 'cut off' the channel for my Cursed Legion to come to this chaotic space. We just need to wait quietly and let him think that he has succeeded. In addition, Sister Political Commissar, I remember that you have a group of Iron
"The Hundred-Man Hand Terminator Group?"
"Yes, there are more than a hundred of them now - just because of my personal hobby, they are all painted in the 30K era. At present, they are still in the reserve force area and have not been projected by me. Big E, what is the matter with you asking this?"
Not knowing why Big E suddenly asked this question, the political commissar sister swiped the light screen in front of her, confirmed the types of all the troops she brought this time, and gave Big E an affirmative answer.
"I will allow Mortarion to think that he has squeezed my power out of Nurgle's foul gardens, so that he will have the courage to attack you. Therefore, the number of cursed I can send to assist you at first will be small, in addition to those warriors who are already fighting."
"Ah this——"
“However, the quality will be guaranteed.”
After saying this, Big E turned his gaze to the Political Commissar Sister again.
"Sister Political Commissar, I have an unwelcome request. When the leader of my Cursed Legion steps into the Garden of Nurgle, can you please hand over the command of the more than one hundred Iron Hands Terminator chess pieces under your command to him?"
35. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Mortarion's Advance
Everything is number.
This is the creed of Mortarion, the Primarch of the Death Guard.
As a Primarch who firmly believed that everything can be explained by science, even though the Lord of Death fell into the arms of Nurgle under the conspiracy of Typhons and became a demon Primarch under Nurgle, and witnessed countless bizarre things in Nurgle's garden, Mortarion still firmly believed that mathematics - or the basic numbers of mathematics, could explain everything within perception. Therefore, the only one who could get along well with him was K'Gath, the chief demon of Nurgle, who was also a freak compared to other unclean ones. After all, in a sense, K'Gath, who always had a sad face, found it difficult to connect his thinking circuits with other unclean ones - and the most direct result of Mortarion's narrow magic vein was...
It is true that Mortarion holds an almost supreme status among the demons of Nurgle. However, among the demons of Nurgle, he is only slightly better than the Invisible Man!
Today, however, Mortarion's name - for good and ill - must be made known to the daemons of Nurgle's realm. Under the arrangement of the great grandfather god, with the assistance of Ku'gath, Rotigus, Pollax and other Nurgle demons who are famous in the warp and reality, Mortarion has gathered seven times seven times seven Great Unclean Ones under his command, and each Great Unclean One brings with him various intermediate demons with a base of seven, and each of these intermediate Nurgle demons such as Nurgle Scribes brought by the Great Unclean Ones brings with them at least seventy-seven ordinary Nurgle demons - under the command of ordinary Nurgle demons, there are various numbers of Nurgle zombies and other basic brainless Nurgle "creatures" with a base of seven as soldiers - Nurgle spirits, Nurgle beasts, Nurgle worms, Nurgle toads and other Nurgle creatures that are not counted in regular troops are countless - these filthy beings spew plague air, sow seeds of decay, bathe in the rain of abundance, huddle together, laugh, buzz, eager to pass on the glory of Nurgle, so that the big family of Nurgle can add new compatriots because of their own efforts.
Moreover, in addition to these children that the Plague Father loves the most, Mortarion also mobilized a large number of corrupted war machines and roaring demon engines through his identity as the Primarch of the Death Guard, allowing these seemingly decayed creations that actually possessed stronger and more deadly power to enter the battlefield - the demons bound inside them burst out with monstrous hatred and anger, and constantly collided in the array with a posture that frightened ordinary Nurgle demons - in fact, if it weren't for Mortarion's pressure, some war machines might have already started to kill "their own people" to vent their inner torment...
"Has He really become something like that?"
However, despite the fact that such a large army has been gathered under Mortarion's command, and the number of troops is increasing every moment. Mortarion, looking at the golden storm in the distance, still maintains a state of "keeping his troops in place". Standing in the heavy Nurgle plague cloud and the Nurgle insect swarms in the sky, he silently guides the Nurgle demons who have just joined his army to fill the appropriate teams in different categories, while trying his best to suppress the panic in his heart that he knows the source but dares not admit - if his father... ah no, the false emperor really becomes a great and kind father, what is the meaning of his current actions? Proudly declare to Him that he has followed a new master? Or is it simply... using war to escape?
"Mortarion, the great power of the Grandfather God is already retaking our land of plenty. His power has begun to shrink."
Just as Mortarion was trying his best to control the fluctuations in his heart and not do anything out of line, a group of flies flew to his ears. Then, the swarm of flies exploded, and Kugath's voice rang in his ears. In order for him to achieve a decisive result in this battle, his best friend, the Great Unclean One, personally took the lead in a very important ceremony. Now, the ceremony has probably been completed?
"clear."
After briefly answering his friend, Mortarion silently landed on top of a huge Nurgle Daemon Engine while surrounded by the Plague Swarm, holding his scythe high.
', guiding and stirring the turbid clouds in the sky - in an instant, the heavy tolls of bells filled with the breath of death rang out on the battlefield. Embraced by plague and corruption, the demons of Nurgle pushed and rubbed each other and slowly moved forward. Foul-smelling liquids churned under their feet, and moldy organic matter and excrement were dragged towards the place filled with golden light as they walked.
"Sure enough...He is just pretending."
Seeing those very simple roadblocks built in the Imperial style being pushed down by the demons under his command, seeing some soldiers who failed to retreat being engulfed by the fire of the demon engines screaming, seeing the power of the great father regain control of those burned places, Mortarion felt relieved and shook his wings slightly, ready to fly to the front line to lead the charge himself. However, not long after he left the top of the demon engine, a series of golden lights lit up on the distant horizon.
"??? Cover the Demon Engine immediately! Quick!!"
The calculation ability of the Daemon Primarch allowed Mortarion to easily grasp the approximate landing points of these golden lights, and the valuable orders were transmitted to the entire Nurgle group the moment Mortarion made his judgment. Because Mortarion's orders were very timely, and the warp defenses deployed by the demons were strong enough, therefore, when these "explosive" things filled with the concept of warp bombarded his army and lit up fleeting sparks, except for an unlucky demon engine whose shell was burned, other vehicles did not suffer any adverse effects.
".......???"
However, before Mortarion could mock the distant enemies or do anything else to tell those who followed him that he was no better than this, another round of golden barrage storms, at least ten times faster than the first round of bombardment, attacked from afar - the bullets hit the area where the middle and lower-level Nurgle demons were gathered together, and golden flames lingered above the warheads, with a sense of a blade at the throat based on the transmission of the warp, perfectly explaining one thing to the Nurgle demons.
If you are affected by the damage they cause, you may die completely!
"Ok?"
"what!!!!"
"Quack!!!"
Sensing that the threat that could make them completely leave the gentle cycle of their loving father was rapidly approaching, the Nurgle demons that were originally laughing and joking suddenly panicked. These filthy creatures that had been accustomed to the endless cycle of reincarnation since their birth screamed and fled from their positions, randomly squeezing their brothers next to them, and quickly grabbed the resources at hand with a speed that was very un-Nurgle demon, using the psychic energy of the warp and the filth to build a defense for themselves that could at least ensure that they would not be burned to death. By the time Mortarion realized the purpose of this round of shooting, the third round of artillery fire following the second round of artillery fire had already followed...
"Open up anti-aircraft fire! Keep protecting—damn it!"
Unfortunately, Mortarion realized it a little too late. The moment he generated the order in his soul, a violent explosion had already swept through Mortarion's Plague Phalanx, setting off a shock wave that forced Mortarion to hold on to something to stabilize his body. It also engulfed 95% of the war beasts and demon engines in Mortarion's Phalanx. When the Pale Lord finally recovered from this wave of shock, what came into his eyes was the Plague Phalanx that had been blown to pieces - some war machines survived, but most of them were disabled - at least, in this war, they could no longer be counted on.
"...Is this kind of precise firepower distribution attack method possible?"
Looking at the demon army below him, which could basically be called a surgical knife-like precision strike that had killed most of its long-range fire units, a familiar feeling came over him - someone who could use such tactics so accurately, and who could so accurately calculate his reaction to the first wave of attacks, and thus achieve such tactical success, must not be a mortal. And in his memory, he happened to have two brothers who were both good at such tactics, one of whom took the same path as him, but the other one?
Of course, Mortarion did not have time to ponder this question for a long time. As a powerful golden hurricane formed above the sky, the originally dominant Plague Cloud immediately fell into a state of difficulty - some areas were even suppressed by the golden clouds, and there was an ominous sizzling sound like water being dried - such a horrifying scene made some Nurgle demons who had survived the explosion but lost body parts utter all kinds of wails, and they began to become headless flies, and they began to try to stay away from the battlefield - this forced Mortarion to spend some effort to calm these mob demons down. When he was finally about to complete this task, the artillery coverage came again, making several key nodes in his array a mess again.
"Concentrate your energy on covering the air forces. The air forces will speed up immediately and suppress their artillery positions."
Listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds among the demon troops he had assembled, and gazing with gritted teeth at the golden flames burning madly among the Nurgle demons like maggots on the tarsal bones, Mortarion, feeling annoyed, clenched his fists and adjusted his strategy and tactics again - however, with the overwhelming Nurgle in the sky
