Chapter 45

The Commissar, who has the most chess pieces 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, advancing 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 chess pieces, 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 40K, he can let his cursed army come. How long do you think we have to burn to reach the standard?" Abathur thought he could use his white scars to happily gallop on the battlefield, but the environment of Nurgle Garden was too touching, so he had to walk with his white scars to fight. There was a hint of resentment in his tone. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

"Look at the sky. I guess the clouds above our heads have all been burned into gold. Big E is almost what he said."

Silence, who still used the Rogue Trader chess piece as a descending body, smashed the head of a Plague Carrier whose fingers could still move slightly with his power sword, and looked up at the sky above their heads - he remembered that when they just stepped into the words of Nurgle, the color of the area above their heads that should be the sky was dim and rotten, but now, a ray of golden light has broken through the dim clouds.

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Pain, crying, sadness

In his rotten hut, the Lord of All Things was rubbing a piece of intestine that fell out of his abdomen, sighing again and again, and 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 Hammers stepped into his garden and slaughtered his offspring and burned his creations without scruples, Nurgle 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 territory would become part of his vibrant garden. However, after he found that a poisonous sore on his intestines was permanently "healed", Nurgle, the oldest dark god, realized that things were not good...

Isn't this power that guy's? But why can that guy step into his territory without warning?

"Hahahahaha - stagnant guy! You were chosen as the first, the first! You actually became the opponent of the first war after it took that step! This is a new brilliant link in the endless changes, worth commemorating and recording!!"

What's worse is that a guy it particularly hates actually took the initiative to come to the door.

"Tamperer, what are you talking about?"

Although Nurgle and Tzeentch are fateful enemies because of conceptual problems, Nurgle knows that this guy with a messy thinking circuit is definitely not trying to make fun of himself. He arranged for the nearby big demon to ignite the army and go to the burned area of ​​the garden to resist the foreign enemy, and spoke hoarsely.

"I mean - the great game! The great game! The fifth has entered the game! Didn't you find it? You didn't find that burning your garden is the power of the fifth! He wants the territory! He wants the territory in the warp!"

Tzeentch's sharp laughter echoed in Nurgle's hut. Nurgle, who understood what Tzeentch said, even stopped sorting his intestines.

"He.....Impossible, his body is still imprisoned in reality! He didn't hold up the chair!"

"But that's the fact! 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! I want to see! - Haha!!"

The laughter of the bird god gradually became smaller, and was finally suppressed by the gurgling sound in the plague crucible and disappeared. Nurgle, who felt that he had roughly understood what kind of trouble he had encountered, 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.

His new 'brother' took the initiative to visit him. As a host, how could he not entertain him warmly?

Twenty-three. Battle of Nurgle Garden - Nurgle Vanguard

All things rot, but all living things are immortal.

For the demons created by the great 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 get the opportunity to sprout and bloom again and again from the fertile abundance under the benevolent gaze of the father, and finally happily join them, not to mention that they were originally created by the grandfather God himself!

Therefore, when the rusty bell hanging on the tall and rotten gallows tree covered with vines rang seven dying sounds under the shaking of a group of Nurgle spirits, the Nurgle creations within the range of the bell collectively put down their work and, at the fastest speed they could, 'slowly

The Tuntun's gathered under the shade of the gallows tree which was ringing the bells, and instinctively formed a huge array with seven as the vertical and horizontal array, and then decomposed into seven pieces, standing in an orderly manner. In the sewage sludge that constantly gushes out from the ground - in the aftertaste of the bells, even the Nurglings who like to play most clumsily find a place to stand, waiting for the sacredness of the Lord of all things. instruct.

"My children..."

As the last ray of the bell disappeared in the thick air that was moist and full of putrid smell, Nurgle's voice rumbled like muffled thunder. Under the echo of the words of the God of Chaos, seven huge pieces of rotten liquid The lake suddenly emerged above the ground, and the branches and leaves of the seven big trees withered. Integrated into the soil, and at the moment when these big 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 was finally eliminated by the great power of Grandfather God. A good interpretation, all the demons are ecstatic and shed tears because of the grace of the Lord of all things.

"My brother - the new brother, his men stepped into my garden and burned it - but it was not the children's fault, they were just following my brother's orders and doing this It’s just a matter of time. Go and embrace my brothers’ subordinates, erase the wounds on their bodies, heal the anger in their hearts, lead them to this beautiful garden, and let them have a place where they can be calm and peaceful. A peaceful place to rest.”

After looking around sadly at his children who were about to go on an expedition, the voice of God Nurgle sounded like thunder in the corrupted garden again. Hearing that his father-god had such expectations for his children, the morale of everyone from the Great Unclean One to the smallest Nurgling was greatly increased - the Great Unclean One laughed and slapped his chest, saying to The Lord of All Things made a declaration that he would surely win. The Nurgle beasts jumped up and down, hoping that they would make more good friends. Happy to be friends, the Nurgle demons riding Nurgle flies waved their weapons vigorously, vowing to turn all beings who dare to hinder the dream of Grandfather God into fertilizer for the garden. The Nurgle spirits were even more smiling and composed. Various runes or emblems in praise of Nurgle, showing their pure joy to their creator!

"Go ahead, kids."

The thunder-like sound faded away, and the seven heavy rains that slowly stopped merged into the thick air, turning into an airtight and sticky green mist, tightly surrounding Nurgle's demonic army. Above the sky, seven pieces filled with The uneasy dark gray clouds also floated quietly, blocking the light of the dying false sun for the expeditioners. Feeling Grandfather God's care and expectation for his children, the Great Unclean One who led the team shook the triple bell in his hand and let out a laugh that even made the mist tremble slightly.

"Let's go! Brothers, let's go meet our new brothers!"

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"Although I have already anticipated that we might encounter such a scene, it is too spectacular."

The God's Chosen looked at the holographic battle map floating in front of him, and pointed blankly at Nurgle's reaction in the distance, which was crushing towards them in a 'block' manner. His tone was full of astonishment - before In the real world, the strongest subspace they have ever encountered The demon's reaction was nothing more than the army of Tzeentch and Slaanesh they faced one after another in Udal, which was almost transformed into the demon world. At that time, the Chosen God felt that such a scene was amazing, but now, Yu Nurgle In the garden, God's Chosen realized something deeply.

The Four Gods of Chaos are in their home court, and their troops are really just a handful!

"Seven Great Unclean Ones, each leading seven Nurgle standard phalanxes. Each Nurgle phalanx is composed of seventy-seven times seventy-seven Nurgle demons - yes, Nurgle The evil spirits and the Nurgle beasts that came to play with them don't count - the fog lingering around their phalanx is the seven-fold cursed fog composed of Nurgle's wind and plague mist. Once mortals touch this fog, they will Get it in seven seconds Seven random Nurgle diseases. Existences in the subspace will be greatly weakened when encountering this fog. The clouds above their phalanx are seven layers of blessing clouds. Under this cloud, Nurgle's demons will Because the power of Nurgle has gained more powerful vitality, it can restore wounds that cannot be recovered under normal circumstances, and it can also exert stronger power. It is not the existence of Nurgle..."

The political commissar shrugged as she read the information displayed on the floating window in front of her. A word came out.

"They will be deprived of almost the same vitality and strength in equal proportions."

"Sister Political Commissar, where did you find this information?"

I am tossing around arranging the positions of my Gray Knight chess pieces so that they can cooperate with my Imperial Fist chess pieces after the battle. They use the simple gadgets collected on the ground and the defense lines established by the chess pieces themselves to exert the strongest combat effectiveness. Liang Feifan turned to look at the political commissar sister, his head full of questions.

".....Aren't you willing to click a few more times on the floating window in front of you?"

The descendant of the political commissar sister tilted her head slightly. Although the face of his chess piece was hidden behind the helmet, the other hammer guys felt a "speechless" sense of déjà vu from the political commissar sister.

"——Halo field, home field advantage, right? Does the white land we have created now count as home field?"

Holding a motorcycle

Abathur's white-scarred chess piece touched his chin, and then raised his head to look at the golden halo that had condensed into pieces above their heads.

"Maybe it counts? But even if it doesn't count, we have no way out now."

Egg calmly let his chessmen pull out the defense line. At the same time, he asked the far-fire troops to start correcting their position towards the Nurgle jungle in the distance. Looking at Egg's actions, the political commissar sister smiled slightly and asked the Emperor's Poison to sit down. The blade also slowly rotated.

"Indeed, so let us 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 become like this... Obviously I have been blessed by the great grandfather God, and I have obviously had the opportunity to make more good brothers. When these two joys are condensed together, it is natural that they should be able to produce endless happiness. The happiness of the breath cycle is the happiness, and what you get should be the laughter like waves. But, why did things become like this?

"Gu-gua!!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Uh-um-ah!!!"

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

——These are the things that are lingering in the thoughts of most of the Nurgle demons in the array. When the seven layers of cursed fog lingering around the Nurgle demon army were roughly thinned out by the first round of long-range bombardment by the hammer guys, When the super-heavy weapon strike that followed was left behind Even though the seven layers of cursed fog and the seven layers of blessing clouds in the sky were both weakened, they still penetrated the array of the Nurgle demon army. When the Nurgle demons were knocked to the ground by the spread of impact caused by lasers or artillery shells, they were shaking. Climbing up, they all found those who had been The brothers who were hit by the red star were either in a state of missing arms and legs that could never be recovered, or, even more tragically, they had been wiped out and returned to the great cycle of subspace - the entire Nurgle Demonic Army was suddenly in chaos with miserable howls. Admittedly, everyone All the demons of Nurgle know, only If they were not in the arms of their father and fighting other demon armies in other places in the subspace, as demons they might be 'killed', but such a death would actually be a return to form without all consciousness. Cycle through the power of your own creator god. However, now, their brothers have been turned into ashes in the domain of their father god. Not only has they been turned into ashes, but their essence has even been inserted into the subspace cycle? ?

"Dang-dang-dang--we haven't lost many brothers and sisters, maintain the array! Don't forget what Grandfather God expects of us!!"

However, the chaos of the Nurgle demons only lasted for a short while. As the Great Unclean One who led the team decisively shook the bell in his hand, he released a powerful plague spell, causing Nurgle's mist to swarm out. The whirlpool of flies that emerged became thicker, and after forcibly resisting most of the power of the second wave of bombardment, the panicked Nurgle demons, stimulated by their love for their grandfather god, reorganized their array.

"Haha - let's move on - um??"

Suddenly, a feeling that he had never experienced before surged into the heart of the Great Unclean One, causing the powerful Nurgle Demon to involuntarily raise his head and look at the sky - the next moment, it couldn't help but regret it. This behavior, because it saw a scene, a person in In Nurgle's realm, a scene that is absolutely impossible in theory - several golden clouds are frantically hitting the cloud of blessings from the loving father. Each collision will weaken a small piece of the cloud of blessings from the loving father. With every impact, it seemed to hear a sigh from a loving father.

"The great Lord of all things is above..."

However, before the Great Unclean One could seriously lament how the scene it saw did not conform to the logic of Nurgle's realm, there was a heavy knocking sound that was low but seemed to contain some kind of truth. It came from afar, reaching directly into the hearing systems of these Nurgle demons.

The sound is - thirteen.

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"...."

The majestic body stood next to the rusty crucible, covered with moss and fungus.

The spoon in his hand slowly stirred the rich liquid that was still bubbling in the crucible.

The newly born Nurglings ran and played happily on the mountain, and tried to use their methods to make their father god happy.

However, Nurgle remained silent, not even smiling.

'My children, my children...'

For a Chaos God, its domain and all its demons are actually part of it. Therefore, when the Hammermen used a round of artillery bombardment to completely drive away a bunch of completely unsuspecting Nurgle demons, When it was wiped away from the realm of dirt, the kind Father God naturally felt the twisting pain, and when its blessing cloud was repeatedly tossed and rubbed, the Lord of all things felt even more 'fresh' To a bad feeling.

‘How could He be so strong? What exactly is His power? Did He really do what the usurper said was impossible? ’

Although the current losses suffered by Nurgle can be said to be minimal, in some sense, it is a loss to the God of Life.

Loss is not considered a loss, but such a thing that goes against the logic of the great subspace game still makes the God of Darkness crazily outline various answers in his mind, and then frantically eliminates these answers.

"Hahaha - the rotten one! Did you hear that voice? It seems that you have to learn from me! Learn from me!!!"

Just when Nurgle was trying to use the knowledge he possessed to reason about the state of the cursed man, the voice of the guy he hated the most sounded in its ears again - just as Tzeentch said In other words, this God of Chaos, with change as one of his core concepts, has been observing the current state of Nurgle's domain with interest, enjoying his own powerlessness in the face of new changes. However, the worst thing is that Nurgle also knows that You must accept such changes - even if it goes against your own concept of stagnation!

"I...don't want to."

Realizing what Tzeentch's words meant to learn from him, Nurgle stopped stirring, allowing it to successfully consume yet another pot of plague stew.

"You have to, quack quack! Or? Let me face His stuff! I like this change! Like it!!!"

"No! This is my domain! You are not allowed to enter my domain! My children will make the changes brought about by Him come to nothing! They will!"

Nurgle was furious, and Tzeentch laughed wildly. This feeling of having the upper hand over his old enemy made the Demonic Bird God extremely happy, so much so that it casually raised its impermanent hand and bestowed powerful blessings on nine mortal people. ——Under normal circumstances, offering it a powerful blessing that even the souls of the entire world might not be able to receive!

"Then keep performing! Things that are rotten and stagnant! I hope your field can continue to be so 'prosperous' after everything is over!"

24. Battle of Nurgle's Garden - Clash of Troops

When he was stabbed into his abdomen by the Heavenly Punishment Force Field weapon of the Gray Knight in front of him, a large section of his intestines was removed along with the maggots squirming inside, the fungi adhering to it, and the bacteria that relied on this section of intestine to survive. When the Nurgling spirit inside is not yet formed and is burned to ashes. When the rotgut was hit by lasers, explosive bombs, and even worse things that followed the weapon wielded by the gray knight, a wave of power that frightened it was injected into its body, causing its When my mind fell into a trance. The newly born Nurgle Demon couldn't help but recall the magnificence of the Father God's Garden that he had witnessed when he was just born——

The mud is churning, the garden is fragrant, fungi are thriving, insects and ants are swimming around, Nurgle beasts are playing happily in the water, and Nurgle spirits are jumping in the shades of trees, singing energetically about the greatness of Nurgle and praising the unyielding life - and, The great Grandfather God would always take the time to cast his gaze through the world when he was cooking gifts for those mortals. The thick cloud of life covers every corner of the garden equally - at this time, all kinds of blessings will always grow and flourish in the garden, allowing all beings living in this garden to feel it Love for them - if this is not the ultimate interpretation of all goodness, where else can the word beauty be interpreted?

But now?

"Um--quack--ah!!!!"

After a brief period of beautiful memories, the rottengut escaped from the trance and looked at the miserable scene in front of it, which was ten thousand times worse than hell for it. Most of its burned throat could not help but let out the sound of a wounded beast. The kind of shrill wailing sound that only exists - look what the garden here has become now? All the fertile silt has been turned into ashes. The air is no longer filled with the smell of vitality but the burnt smell of life that has been ruthlessly ended and then burned. What reaches its ears is no longer the laughter of the Nurglings. Instead of the laughter and laughter of their dying cries, even the sky, even the sky above! ! ! !

The clouds that their loving father gave them protection have dissipated very little!

"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this!!! The loving father obviously welcomes you to join our big family. The great grandfather God has even forgiven you for your mistakes when you first arrived! Why are you still doing this? Do!!"

The rotgut is crying, the rotgut is scolding, the rotgut is holding up its weapon regardless of its already riddled body, the rotgut is longing for an answer - they clearly come to accept them with love and kindness. These are the uninvited guests who have stepped into the father's garden. They are obviously here to welcome these uninvited guests and become their new brothers! Why do these uninvited guests not only show no gratitude to Grandfather God, but instead persist in burning Grandfather God’s favorite garden? Why do these uninvited guests not only rudely reject the embrace of the creatures in Nurgle's Garden, but also massacre them in the most cruel way?

"My answer is one word - death."

Because the rotten intestine carbuncle had shed too many tears and even hung out of his eyeballs, the azure blue giant sword wrapped with psychic energy in the hands of the Gray Knight who was facing him suddenly burst into flames. The flames turned into a storm of vengeance surrounding the Gray Knight in an instant. Before Rot Gut Carbuncle could make any move or use a thought to mobilize the wind of corruption lingering around it, this hurricane of vengeance had already swept it in.

Between breaths, there is only ashes left.

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"It's done! It's done! Let's do it! Let's do it!"

The pure one! ! ! "

Liang Feifan, who controlled his Gray Knight's descending body, said a cool line, and performed a big move, successfully sending away the rotten intestine. He looked at the changes in points jumping on the floating panel in front of him, and felt that he was swinging. The movements of the Heavenly Punishment Force Field Sword were much smoother - before, after careful observation, I determined the quantity and quality of the incoming Nurgle demon army, and also determined the ability of their chess pieces in this subspace environment. After displaying a stronger combat effectiveness than in the real world, the Hammers quickly formulated a super empire combat plan-the IG resistance line plus provided fire coverage, and the regular Astartes intercepted the enemy's charging troops and struck the enemy deeply. An elite force node, they also provide precise fire cover. The oilmen are responsible for battlefield maintenance and key fire power projection - and other special units, such as the Forbidden Forces, Gray Knights, and Assassins?

Behead! Behead! Or TM’s beheading! As long as the seven great unclean ones who take the lead are eliminated, the remaining Nurgle stuff will definitely be only slightly better than the mob!

"I'm almost here. The name of this Great Unclean One is Ulcer... To be honest, the names of ordinary great demons of the Nurgle family are really tasteless. You can probably tell what they are at a glance. Stuff.”

With the help of Iverson's Assassin descending body and the cooperation of other Assassin Court chess pieces, and the cover of a team of elite Ultramarines Astartes, Goo violently tore at the head of a Great Unclean One and punched the head. When I woke up, I still had the stubborn idea of ​​resisting, but my right hand was beaten to pieces. Zhaizhi raised his gun and sent the ammunition that should have been 'replaced' just now into the big demon's brain that seemed to be a ball of mush. With a short exhale, The body of this Nurgle demon also began to glow with golden fire.

"Originally, Big E's power has the ability to completely destroy demons in the real world. Is this ability even stronger in the subspace? So Father N must have suffered a lot after we messed with him this time?"

Since the chess pieces he brought were all flashy in every sense, the God of Choice, who was still squatting in the middle and rear of the battle line, was waving the chainsword in his hand and casually killing the Nurgle demons that had rushed into the battle line. You Naturally chatting with other hammer guys - well, compared to the group of other hammer guys who use powerful chess pieces as descendants and then rush to behead them and play a kind of unparalleled mixed soul game, God's Choice is indeed He is a very laid-back person.

"At least judging from the rapid increase in points, that's the case."

The political commissar sister who temporarily replaced her descended body with a veteran of the Forbidden Forces held the weapon in her hand. Under the cover of other Forbidden Army chess pieces and a team of Iron Hand Terminators around her, she calmly pressed down a Nurgle demon and slashed - this The demon Nurgle whose name is Rotoma appears on his head, just like its The name is average, and it has a gray color that is different from other Nurgle demons and is covered with swollen and tough skin that constantly leaks pus. This makes its defensive performance better than its brothers, so that it can use the power of the Custodes. The political commissar sister has just cut it into the killing stage.

"Then will Father N launch all the Garden of Nurgle stuff later - such as the big demon of seven to the seventh power - to give us points... Ah no, he will try to invade us Or, at least banish us from the garden?"

A group of white-scarred chess pieces galloped on the battlefield, accurately dividing the weakest areas of the Nurgle demon army, causing many Nurgle demons to beat them to death, and finally all died in the golden flames. Abathur roared He was running the engine of the locomotive while saying dirty words and laughing as he crashed forward like a real White-Scarred Astartes. The group of Nurgle fly cavalry rushed towards them - and crossed them with lightning speed. When Abathur flicked his tail and ran towards another firefighting area, just now and his white The Nurgle cavalry group that Scar's team collided with was already lying 'peacefully' on the dusty ground, with smoke rising a little bit.

"... If it really comes with so many monsters, we may not be able to handle it, so we can only deal with it. However, I don't think Father N will do it this way. It has mobilized all its troops, so what else can we do? It would be strange for the three families not to kill the snake but to have fun with it in its territory!”

He advanced and retreated with his group of chess pieces, and went out with a lot of silent swords and guns that were being fought by the Plague Bearers. He simply sent the Nurgle scribe in front of him, who thought he had adequate defense, back to the subspace cycle, and then returned to the subspace cycle. Throwing out a melta grenade and wiping out a dozen plague carriers and the Nurglings who followed them foolishly, Abathur took over what he was saying.

"This is the subspace - eternal chaos - Lord Lich, pull back your Krieg troops and don't overshoot. This is the realm of Nurgle, and the Krieg style is not very good."

"oh."

Since he has always been the only chess piece with Krieg, the Lich Lord, who had been forced to squat on the Queen of Glory's carrot in the previous activities, was very frustrated to drive his war horse and let his Krieg Death Cavalry Regiment Don't rush into the depths of the Nurgle Demons - in fact, he really wanted to see if he could cut through the legions of Nurgle Demons in one wave...

"So Nurgle really watched us slaughter all his subordinates... Well, according to N's father's style, should I say his family and pets? And by the way, we burned down his garden bit by bit. ——What we destroyed cannot be restored!"

He is leading his subordinates

The Grey Knight chess piece rushed towards another Nurgle demon under the cover of his own Imperial Fist chess piece. Liang Feifan raised his weapon and banged a Nurgle demon of who knows what kind on the spot. Then he casually swung the Sky Punishment Force Field Sword and burned a group of Plague Carriers like a hot knife cutting butter. Several Nurgle spirits 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 shot! Demon!"

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"No! No! Why is it like this... Why? Why is it something like this?"

Next to the rare huge crucible that was not boiling with plague potion, the grandfather god who was always cheerful under normal circumstances was leaning on a cane that looked dead, but had diseased leaves on it. He looked 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 - no, maybe he shouldn't be called the cursed - and his heart was burning for a while. Although it did not let its own will come to the battlefield in person, as the oldest dark god, Nurgle still easily identified the 'essence' of the Hammers' chess piece army, an essence that made it, the dark god, tremble a little!