Chapter 404: Joyful Garden of Nurgle

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A thick, sticky yellow fog covered the unclean area.

In this rotten hell, there are fortresses and watchtowers made of rancid fat and melted steel.

Nurgle's great demons and their demon armies are stationed there to guard this area, fighting endlessly with other invading demons and life forms, but mostly aggression.

Now, Father Nurgle grows in power and the boundaries of His realm expand, breaching the boundaries of His existence to consume the flaming bloodlands, the purple plains of delight, and the shifting crystal labyrinths.

Nurgle's armies rushed into those areas, killing any other demons of their faith, and then turned the areas into rich, filthy fertile lands by vomiting liquids and seeds.

The power of the plague spreads across the Warp, encroaching upon the realms of other Chaos Gods and causing hatred to accumulate.

However, the bloody war on the edge did not affect the tranquility in the center at all.

It was a mixture of jungles, swamps and green areas that embodied life and disease, and was rife with rotten toxins - the Garden of Nurgle.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

The Herald of Khorne fought frantically. The powerful bloodletter swung his sword and chopped down everything in front of him, including his own kind, and fell into an endless bloody massacre.

He could feel the blessing of the Blood God of Khorne accumulating in his body, making him stronger and allowing him to chop off one head after another.

I do not know how long it has been.

The Herald of Khorne was suddenly tripped during the charge and fell into the filthy mud.

He got up and shook off the mud. The bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded away, and he found that he was far away from the battlefield and came to a winding path made of rotten vegetation.

In the deep and winding paths, there was more mud, maggots and buzzing flies.

Roar--

The Herald of Khorne was not afraid, but roared and stepped into the 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 filtered through the shadows of trees and sticky vines covered with pus.

Along the way, the Heralds of Khorne saw plague-maw groves, swollen fungi and madly blooming flowers, and the bones of rotten demons rose from the stagnant lake.

Suddenly, the hissing sphincter burst into a flood of corrupt filth, slamming into the Khorne demon.

He felt angry and stabbed with his sword.

Ouch!

The Nurgle beast, which was sleeping soundly in a dream, was hit hard on the buttocks by the flaming giant sword, and let out a terrible cry.

More Nurgle beasts were alarmed and came to look for their unfortunate playmates, along with swarms of plague bees patrolling the trails and Nurglings jumping around.

Nurgle lifeforms swarmed upon the Harbinger of Khorne, toying with the interloper in torment and mischief.

The resistance was so weak that it couldn't even make a loud noise.

The Herald of Khorne was corroded and paralyzed by the virus, maggots crawling all over his body, and his entire body gradually dissolved and sank into the swamp.

Become part of the garden's nutrition.

None but the followers of Nurgle can hope to survive in the gardens of the Plague Lord.

After all this was over, the Nurglings hummed cheerful songs, said goodbye to the Nurgling beasts and plague swarms, and trotted away.

They also have to go play with the great demon of Nurgle, the glutton Bara.

The Nurglings ran along the complex trail, found a familiar intersection, and hopped happily through the fetid bushes, approaching a muddy area.

As I approached, I heard joyful music.

"Boils, phlegm, blood, and entrails; boils, entrails, putrefaction, and pus; blisters, fevers, and oozing wounds; from your wounds, pus flows!"

To the beat of drums, the sap-oozing gallows tree played the harp, the plague flies sang in harmony, and the poisonous mushrooms made a chaotic puffing sound.

The scene was filled with jubilation.

In the middle of the quagmire, the big eater Bala was banging his belly, rolling in the mire, and occasionally spitting out thick plague pus from the hideous giant mouth in his abdomen.

This caused the Nurglings that danced around him to laugh, greedily absorbing the gift.

The Nurglings who had just arrived screamed with excitement and joined in, using funny dances and movements to try to please the generous Nurglar.

Beside the mud pit, other Nurgle demons who were singing, dancing, howling and crying also laughed and gave warm applause.

Joy is always the theme of this paradise of Nurgle.

Not to mention, this great demon of Nurgle, the glutton, Bala, is a popular and respected figure in this area.

Wherever he is, there are always more parties and laughter.

"Sevenfold decay, sevenfold virus, rejoice, clever ghost and my friends!"

The Nurgle Great Daemon named Bara waved his four arms wildly, doing a belly dance and spurting out more of his precious venom, which even amazed the other Great Daemons.

This is clearly a Nurgle demon thief, and he fits in perfectly here.

What's even more cunning is that after Bara came here, he never went out and did not participate in any war. He was completely immersed in the joy bestowed by his kind father Nurgle.

He is a complete scoundrel.

He almost forgot that he was a mole.

"Praise the Four-Armed Savior, this is a perfect and joyful job!"

Bara, the former ship bottom cleaner of the Dream and current High Demon of Nurgle, once made this comment.

Since following his kind father Nurgle, he has felt joy from the bottom of his heart all the time. He has not only made many friends, but also tasted many delicious plague soups.

He is also a well-known food connoisseur in the Garden of Nurgle, and the title of big eater comes from this.

At most, he swallowed dozens of plague soups in one breath without getting bloated. It was obvious that he was gifted.

When the jubilant atmosphere reached its peak, something strange happened.

"No blowing or beating allowed!"

A dull and sorrowful roar was heard.

With heavy footsteps, the rotten, fanged body of the plague strode forward.

That is Ku'gath, 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.

"Ban all blowing, ban music, ban anything like that!"

At this moment, Kugath's rage 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 grinning and the Nurglings huddled together and trembled.

Even the decaying plants wilted.

Not many in the Garden of Nurgle dare to cross this killjoy.

Boom boom boom da da boom!

Bala's reaction time seemed to be half a beat slow. He was still immersed in his own rhythm and played the belly drum again.

"who is it!?"

Kugath groaned, growing more annoyed.

He stepped into the quagmire area, his rotting eyeballs scanning all the life present.

Bala was stunned for a moment, then he realized what was going on and looked at the beloved of Nurgle: "Kugath, you are unhappy, I will play a little song for you, maybe it can cheer you up."

As he said this, he knocked twice more.

When Kugas saw that the player was Bala, his sullen face suddenly eased a lot, but when he saw that the other party was about to strike again, he stopped him and said, "No, let me be quiet for a while!"

This favorite of Nurgle is aware of the existence of Bala, the glutton.

That guy went around the territories of other Nurgle demons, singing and dancing, eating and drinking for free. After tasting the plague soups of many demons, he even made a list of plague delicacies.

Only the most viral, rotten, and smelly plague delicacies can make it onto the list.

This also made Bala popular among more Nurgle demons, who invited him to taste the plague soup that he had created with great effort.

Hope to get a higher ranking.

The reason why Ku'gath did not dislike this particularly cheerful fellow was that he ranked his plague stew second, above his old nemesis, Rotigus the Rainfather.

As for the number one on the plague deliciousness list.

Of course it is the Lord of Plague and the Kind Father - Nurgle. There is no doubt that his soup is definitely the most viral, corrupt and smelly existence in the universe.

When the kind-hearted father Nurgle heard about the deeds of the glutton king Bara, he happily called him over and gave the great demon of Nurgle a small spoonful of the freshly brewed plague soup.

Then ask him if the soup is delicious.

It is said that after drinking it, Bara almost chewed his tongue into pieces before swallowing it, and on the spot gave a thousands-word-long speech of praise and appreciation for the plague soup, which was full of grammatical errors and unknown words.

Some toxic components and the cooking process were also analyzed.

This Nurgle cunning insider obviously has some cultural germs in his stomach.

Because after he left his job as a cleaner to receive the second blessing, he also went to Zhongsi College for in-depth training, participating in specialized spy agent and basic cultural training. The special teachers at Zhongsi College invested more energy than teaching the greenskins, and finally allowed these thieves to graduate successfully.

Let them reach the cultural level of Zhongsi College, which is roughly between kindergarten and elementary school.

But considering the difficulty of education in Zhongsi Academy, it is also very scary. At least in terms of cultural level, it is far beyond most of the imperial civilians, and can even handle some complex calculations.

After Bara tasted the thick soup cooked by Nurgle's kind father, he shamelessly expressed his desire for more to taste.

After hearing this, the loving father laughed heartily and gave the lovable little fellow a large spoonful of the extremely precious plague soup.

These two gifts of plague and disease have greatly enhanced the strength of this big eater.

It is a rich gift that many great unclean beings find difficult to obtain, and makes many Nurgle beings envious.

What made the Nurgle beings even more jealous was that Nurgle praised the Big Glutton for his good talent and tried to give him some knowledge of concocting plagues so that he could take on more responsibilities.

But Bala refused without hesitation.

He regretfully told his father that his talent was only in tasting delicious food, and it was difficult for him to prepare a foul-smelling and rotten plague, and he was afraid of wasting the precious toxins.

In fact, Bala just didn't want to work and wanted to continue to muddle along.

Because once he agreed, he would probably be sent by his loving father to find and concoct a plague to invade the real world.

After being rejected, the kind father Nurgle was not angry. Instead, he happily comforted Bala, telling him not to be discouraged and to make good use of his talent for tasting plague.

He believed that the Garden of Nurgle needed such plague tasting experts who could better promote the enthusiasm of the Nurgle demons to adjust the plague.

Let them concoct more plague viruses that cause humanity to rot and twist.

From then on, the glutton Bara became the plague taster praised by Nurgle himself, and he stayed in Nurgle's garden to eat and drink for free.

Even though several large-scale wars resulted in the deaths of Nurgle's cunning and treacherous traitors one after another, it did not affect his idle life.

Not only that, Bala became even more powerful due to his long-term consumption and absorption of large amounts of plague viruses.

As long as he wants.

He could have strived 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 also one of the important reasons why Kugath is so friendly to Bala.

Like himself, Big Eater Bara didn't like working, and they both drank the thick soup made by the Great Lord of Plague.

Kugath looked at Bala with a hint of envy in his eyes. He also wanted to be like his 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 not end until he concocted an equally perfect plague poison.

But before that, I have to continue my busy work and take on more responsibilities.

"Bala, I'm so tired..."

Ku'gath groaned and patted the small, trinket-like cauldron of Nurgle at his waist.

That huge cauldron is the artifact of Nurgle himself, a part of his body, loaded with countless malicious pus, and with the addition of plague toxins, it will become larger and larger, able to accommodate endless filth.

It will never be filled; even if you pour all the filth of the universe into it, it will never overflow.

"Look, my loving father has given me a new mission and bestowed upon me a divine weapon. This is such a great honor..."

Kugashi said, his face becoming more and more sad:
"This is the place of my birth, the place of my pain, and now I will use it to carry out a great cause. The vast territory of the galaxy will be brought into this rich garden!"

When Bala heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Kugath's hand, feeling the same way:
"Brother, the Seventh Demon Lord of the Seventh Demon Palace, I understand your pain. Work always makes people upset and it dispels joy, just like an itch that is crawling all over the body but cannot be scratched!"

"Yeah, that's bad pain."

Kugath frowned, "I have to leave here. There are a lot of plague toxins to collect, otherwise the beloved of Nurgle, the Lord of Death, will urge me again."

Mortarion was already preparing the seven-beat Time Knell.

He had to hurry to the real universe to collect enough materials and use the Nurgle Cauldron to brew a plague that would be 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 plague force of a benevolent father, and eventually pulling 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 the sweet stench of corruption, remember to let the Rot Fly bring me a taste."

Although Bala didn't know what Kugath was going to do specifically, his DNA started moving when he heard that the other party was going to concoct a new and powerful plague.

Inadvertently activated the skill of eating and drinking for free.

"After the plague of God descends, I will share this filthy gift with you."

Kugath nodded.

He decided to let the glutton taste it as soon as the plague that was enough to poison the Primarch, Regent and Savior was prepared.

He can also let Nurgle know his great achievements through the mouth of this brother.

After receiving the promise, Bala became even happier and waved his claws enthusiastically to send off Nurgle's favorite.

After Kugath leaves.

The depressing atmosphere of the quagmire was restored, and he soon started beating his belly drum again, and the joyful music sounded again.

This made the being's pace of leaving quicker.

In the mire, the Nurglings and the great demons of Nurgle started performing a funny dance again.

The Lord of Plague has apparently launched a new round of great undertakings, and more wars are about to break out, but the conquests outside have little to do with these insignificant people like them.

However, it wasn't long.

The rumbling and vibrating belly drum suddenly stopped, and Bala froze there, looking a little shocked.

At the same time, the other Nurgle beings also quieted down and looked at the glutton, somewhat confused.

Boom.

Bala's huge body could not hold on and he fell into the mud. Then he said that he was a little tired and asked all the Nurgle beings to leave the mud.

Those Nurgle beings did not have any dissatisfaction and left happily.

After the Nurgle beings left, Bala dug into the mud, his big belly trembling with excitement, and there was a hint of emotion in his little eyes.

Just now, he received a message from the real universe.

Decades passed, and the great four-armed savior finally remembered himself. He thought that the existence had forgotten him.

Even though Bara threw himself into the arms of father Nurgle, he never forgot his identity - a servant of the Four-Armed Savior, a loyal Nurgle thief!

He received the divine secondary blessing and the dark blessing and came to this plague land to lurk.

Although loyal to Father Nurgle, my heart is more loyal to the Four-Armed Savior!
Now, the Four-Armed Savior has sent a secret order, and it is time to fulfill his mission!
Bala was a little nervous, not knowing what kind of difficult or dangerous task that being would give him, whether it was to disrupt the Nurgle realm or attack and assassinate some important being.

Or get closer to Father Nurgle to obtain the secret?

He concealed his consciousness and carefully digested the message sent by the savior.

The message from the Savior was something like this:

I hope that this loyal and capable believer in the Nurgle realm can protect himself, hide well, and integrate into the Nurgle collective with peace of mind.

At the same time, I would like to report on the results of my work over the years.

He needs to do three things:
1. Explore the topography of the Garden of Nurgle and see if there is any secret passage that can get close to the Garden of Nurgle without being discovered.

2. Investigate as much as possible about the goddess of life, Aisha, without exposing yourself.

3. Collect and send some plague virus data to relevant institutions for research.

After reading it, Bala relaxed a little.

Except for the somewhat difficult task of investigating the goddess of life, Aisha, he could complete all other tasks easily.

Over the years, he had eaten and drunk for free and visited almost all the Nurgle Gardens. He even visited the residence of Nurgle's father, the black house, once.

Now, if I just go there again based on my memory, I can draw a more detailed map.

As for the plague virus data, that is even less of a problem. I have experienced too many plagues and can provide a lot of data.

In fact, this was also Ron's consideration for safety reasons. The Nurgle Realm was the only one left, and it had to be preserved as much as possible.

Otherwise, if you want to train a new spy, you don’t know how long it will take, and there will be intelligence gaps.

This time the order is to see the ability and achievements of this Nurgle thief, so that he can be further assigned suitable tasks based on his abilities.

After briefly gathering the intelligence, the Nurgle thief Bara stood up and walked out of the quagmire. He was going out to taste the plague soup everywhere again, and by the way, he would take the opportunity to explore the more hidden passages in the Nurgle Garden.

More importantly, he decided to take the risk and get closer to the forbidden place.

To get some secret information.

It is said that anyone who trespasses into the forbidden land will incur the wrath and severe punishment of Father Nurgle.

Because that is the residence of Aisha, the goddess of life.

(End of this chapter)