Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Deep in the Warp

Garden of Nurgle

In the deepest part of the unfathomable, dark and strange Warp, lies the mysterious realm controlled by the creepy evil god Nurgle.

Among them, the Garden of Nurgle is a unique existence in this evil land, like a nightmare realm full of endless contradictions.

When you step into the Garden of Nurgle, the first thing that catches your eye is the ground completely covered with thick mold and slimy slime.

These disgusting substances seemed to have life. They kept wriggling and spreading, dyeing the entire ground a disgusting dark green.

The air was filled with a stench so strong that it was almost suffocating, mixed with an overly sweet smell, forming an indescribable strange smell.

Trees that should have been tall and straight now have become twisted and deformed.

Their trunks were covered with pustules of various sizes and hideous cracks, from which pus oozed out from time to time and dripped onto the ground.

However, even so, these sickly trees still grow tenaciously and produce fruits of strange shapes.

These fruits emit a faint and strange fluorescence, as if tempting people to taste the unknown evil fruit.

The crisscrossing vines are like strips of rotten intestines, tightly wrapped around the branches and protruding rocks.

They kept twisting their bodies, and thick yellow liquid slowly dripped from the gaps between the vines. Once it touched the ground, it would splash a small piece of dirty water.

In the center of this garden, there flows a muddy river.

The river water was a chilling yellow-green hue, with all sorts of rotting plant remains and animal remains floating on its surface.

The corpses moved slowly along with the water flow, occasionally colliding with each other, making a head-scratching sound.

Even more horrific, the river is filled with Nurgle's deadly plague.

Any creature that has the misfortune of coming into contact with it will immediately be attacked by the virus, and its body will become twisted and deformed. However, at the same time, they will also receive a so-called "blessing" from the evil god, which is a power obtained at the cost of pain and mutation.

Along the banks of the river, countless huge mushrooms and dense mosses grow.

These mushrooms have huge caps and bright colors, but their caps contain deadly toxins.

The mosses covered the river bank like a green velvet carpet, and their spores were blown away by the wind, bringing the spread of disease and the mutation of organisms wherever they went.

In this Nurgle Garden, everywhere you look are disgusting Nurgle demon servants.

Those plague messengers dragged their rotten and foul-smelling bodies, and walked among the flower paths like zombies with extremely slow and heavy steps.

They held tightly in their hands a yellowed and stained parchment scroll, carefully recording the spread of the plague at every turn.

At the same time, the group of naughty, dwarf-like Nurglings were like a group of lawless little demons, playing and frolicking in the area covered with rotten mud.

They chased and pushed each other, sometimes jumping into the center of the mud, splashing dirty mud and water; sometimes they laughed out loud, making bursts of shrill giggles from their mouths from time to time.

The whole scene looked both funny and creepy.

However, behind this seemingly lively scene, there is a completely different atmosphere deep in the garden.

In sharp contrast to the laughter and joy outside, there is an atmosphere of solemnity here that is so strong that it is almost suffocating.

"What do you want, Mortarion?"

A bloated and angry roar suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

I saw a dozen or so bloated Great Unclean Ones of Nurgle with rotten fat trembling all over their bodies quickly surrounded a figure wearing green armor and with a stern face.

This person was Mortarion. His body with demon wings looked particularly conspicuous among the many Great Unclean Ones of Nurgle.

Typhons, standing in front of this group of Nurgle Great Unclean Ones, had a face as gloomy as water. He stared at Mortarion in front of him expressionlessly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Mortarion..."

With a sharp and piercing cry, a short, foul-smelling Nurgling came trotting to the side of Mortarion's tall and mighty body with its short and staggering steps.

The mouth of this Nurgling is strangely shaped, like a broken trumpet. When it speaks, the creepy sound comes out of its mouth continuously.

"Great and loving Father!"

Many unclean ones recognized that the Nurgling in front of them was the messenger of the benevolent father.

"Mortarion."

As the voice of the Nurgling sounded again, Mortarion, who had been standing majestically, suddenly seemed to have suffered a huge blow. His whole body suddenly leaned forward, and then a heart-wrenching pain came over him, causing him to kneel on his knees involuntarily with a dull thud.

In an instant, a strange green spiritual energy spread rapidly over Mortarion's strong body like a surging tide.

At the same time, a dense, buzzing group of plague flies seemed to have smelled something tempting, and gathered from all directions, circling around Mortarion.

What was even more terrifying was that thick pink tentacles began to slowly extend out from the gaps in Mortarion's thick and sturdy armor.

They seemed to have life, dancing freely and flexibly, and constantly touching and pressing various parts of Mortarion's body.

The feeling was simply indescribable for Mortarion. The piercing pain was like an extremely sharp dagger that pierced deeply into Mortarion's bones, making him feel like he was dying.

Finally, under the unbearable torture, Mortarion could no longer hold the giant sickle that symbolized death and destruction in his hand.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and the heavy sickle flew out of his hand and fell heavily on the cold and hard ground.

As for Mortarion himself, he could only grit his teeth, endure the severe pain, and half-kneel there in an almost twisted posture, with beads of sweat rolling down his hideous face.

"This is the will of the great and loving Father. Don't forget the love of the loving Father."

The Nurgling smiled and trotted in front of Mortarion, then stared straight at Mortarion's face.