Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Duker led the expeditionary legion and broke into the border of the garden from the north of Nurgle's domain - he lit it with red flames, like a thug, brutally set fire to and destroyed these desperate worlds deep in the garden. Every daemon the Imperial Army has ever seen.

In normal times, no matter how kind Nurgle is, his daring actions will be punished in the most vicious way.

But things are different now.

When Nurgle looked greedily at the physical universe and formed the Scourge Stars, it seemed that the entire universe was targeting him.

Now in the northwest of Nurgle's domain, the bloodthirsty demon army led by the great demon Khorne is carrying out a terrible massacre, and all the fertile and fertile gardens have been turned into Shura fields where they fight each other.

In the northeast of the realm, Tzeentch, Nurgle's old enemy, ordered his demons to build a crystal castle in the garden, stirring up eternal stagnation and destroying the cycle of paternal authority.

Death, decay, and rebirth, this is the power of Nurgle's blessings, three-fold divine gift, three-fold cycle, and three-fold curse. All living beings are immortal and endless.

In this cycle, the God of Plague will be omnipotent, and once the cycle is broken, He will also suffer unprecedented damage.

Durkor indeed found an opportunity for the Imperial Legion to take advantage of the situation, compared to what Tzeentch and Khorne's daemon armies had done.

The primarch's arson turned out to be the gentlest one.

As a result, the imperial army marched forward without encountering any decent resistance along the way, as if the garden they stepped into was a real garden for recreation.

At this moment, the eyes of all the imperial soldiers were flashing with excitement, excitement, and even madness.

To step into the realm of the dark power with a mortal body, to trample the garden of the Plague God with a mortal body, this is a victory worthy of being recorded in an epic, and it is also an honor worthy of bragging for a lifetime.

Their great achievements are unprecedented. This is a small step for them, but it is also a giant step for the human empire.

Even if they die right now, what they have done is enough to proudly stand up their chests when their souls return to the throne.

He proudly recounted his military exploits to His Majesty on the throne.

——"Is this what it feels like to take advantage of others? It's so cool!"

Even Duker was already red-blooded, and even without the guidance of the original body, the morale of this legion was still at its peak at all times.

It was now the twenty-second day since they had entered the borders of Nurgle's Garden, twenty-two days of arson, and twenty-two days of destruction.

Because they killed too many demons and absorbed too much original essence in a short period of time, due to the excessive expansion of power, the size of the Doomsday Slayers became larger to the naked eye.

The descendants of the Second Legion absorbed too much nutrients, and they became taller and stronger.

Doom's size was even closer to three meters, following behind the original body like a little giant.

There are too many demons here.

It was overwhelming and dense, and anything could turn into a demon at any time.

The weak Nurglings are rushing forward one after another as if lining up to die. From the appearance, these little guys are all round and smelly.

Their tusked smiles, jagged antlers, and every pore emit the miasma of plague.

The Nurglings brandished their Nurgle-infected weapons and charged with their round bellies.

Some of them are less than one-fifth of the height of the Doom Slayer, and during the battle, there is even a risk of being trampled to death by the Primaris Space Marines.

When the soldiers of the Second Legion saw these little guys coming in a roaring tsunami, they felt that the ‘Yajin Energy Backpack’ on their backs was getting slightly hot.

These energy backpacks exclusive to the Second Legion, which can contain the essence of demons, are somewhat overloaded at the moment.

Facing these little demons with little nutrition, the Doomsday Slayers who had already "suffered" put down their chainswords one after another.

The 'psychic sensor' on the raised double-barreled shotgun can connect to the Yajin energy backpack behind them.

In this state, what their double-barreled shotguns sprayed out was not actual ammunition, but horrifying fireballs. Each roar of the double-barreled shotguns could purify all the demons hundreds of meters ahead. .

The double-barreled shotgun linked to the Yajin energy backpack does not need to be reloaded. It is spraying red fire almost all the time. The combination of fire and fire washes away all the blasphemy in front of it like a wave of flames.

Such a crazy release of powerful firepower was a huge test for the energy stored in Yajin's energy backpack.

This is a luxury that the Doom Slayers are not willing to use in normal times.

At this moment, it has become a normal offensive method.

The figure of the Corruption Lord is mixed in with the wave of Nurglings. These terrifying demons are known for their powerful vitality and are filled with unclean vitality.

Their bodies are deformed, their bodies riddled with horrific holes, filled with pus-filled ulcers and crawling parasites.

They have never appeared on the battlefield in the physical universe, and have always guarded the borders of Nurgle's Garden, preventing their loving father's creation from being destroyed by the minions of other evil gods.

Their strong vitality ensures that they can move forward in the wave of flames, but when they try their best to come in front of the Destroyers,

"Pfft!——"

The soldiers of the Second Legion didn't even bother to switch weapons, and directly used the strong barrels of double-barreled shotguns to penetrate into the bodies of these huge monsters.

The not-sharp gun barrel, driven by the huge power at this moment, easily broke through the demon's body, almost completely submerged in the flesh and blood.

Then the soldiers gently pulled the trigger,

"boom!"

Like ignited biogas tanks, they exploded in the battlefield. Red fire swept through everything in the garden, and countless Nurglings were reduced to ashes in the black smoke of the explosion.

In the violent explosion of fire and black smoke, the Doom Slayers stepped on the demon's bones and continued to move forward.

In the Garden of Nurgle, plague apostles, corrupt lords, withered zombies, Nurgle Chaos Beasts. All kinds of demons are fighting back against the empire's army almost all the time.

Huge armies of Nurgle demons poured out from all over the garden, like pus overflowing from an ulcer.

But no matter how huge their numbers were, the Doom Slayers never took a step back, even if they continued to destroy and kill day and night. They never showed any signs of fatigue, their strength was still strong, and their spirits were still strong.

Even as the killings continued, countless demons were completely destroyed by them. The vitality in their bodies became more and more abundant, their strength became stronger, and their spirits became fuller.

Nearly three hundred Doomsday Soldiers are advancing steadily in the desperate world trapped in the Garden. They fight together and become the indestructible vanguard of the Imperial Legion's formation.

Even though they were under the greatest pressure from the demon army at all times, not one of them even took a step back.

"Our anger is like red flames,

We will faithfully and eternally advance our mission,

We are the wheels of the Lord of destruction,

We are the divine soldiers who guard the empire, the sharp blades that destroy all evil! "

The high-altitude expeditionary legion's spaceships and fighter planes roared and trembled with artillery fire. Thousands of fires lit up Nurgle's garden, constantly firing artillery, lasers, or torpedoes, and white phosphorus incendiary bombs.

This is a war that does not need to consider consumption, nor does it need to worry about accidentally injuring innocent compatriots. The artillerymen's eyes are filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and they press the button while screaming happily.

Various heavy firepower weapons are vented in the garden, which is the revenge and anger of the people of the empire after suffering from Chaos.

In the face of these attacks, the Nurgle demon army also launched its own defense facilities, those catapults that fired rotten flesh, and those huge arks growing with abscesses, fighting the Imperial fleet in the sky.

No matter how decadent these weapons look, no one dares to underestimate their power.

These are all external manifestations of Nurgle's divine power, and its lethality is extremely astonishing.

The rotten flesh and blood flickered the imperial warship's force field. If it weren't for the protection of the psychic force field, it would probably be broken through soon.

A large amount of green smoke exploded in the air, carrying uncleanness and blasphemy. The steel was infected, pustules grew and festered, and disgusting demons emerged from them.

"For the empire! For the compatriots who have suffered! For the glorious Lord of Destruction!"

Efilar spread tens of meters of flame wings behind her, and she flew high in the sky. The usually calm nun now let out an angry roar.

She raised the dozens of meters tall Destiny Sky Eagle battle flag high. Infused with endless spiritual power, the golden light emitted from the golden double-headed eagle with extraordinary characteristics was enough to illuminate the entire star region.

The poisonous miasma cloud that forever covers the garden is pierced by golden light, like a golden sun rising in a desperate world.

All the battlefields where the Empire and Nurgle's demon army fought, and all the Imperial soldiers fighting in the gardens, were protected by golden light.

Bathed in the golden light, the imperial loyalists' fatigue was dispelled, their dazed spirits became firm again, and courage flowed continuously in their chests like an inexhaustible spring.

And the Nurgle Demon Army, which was covered in thick golden light, these Nurgle Demons who had long been accustomed to pain, now let out miserable cries. Scorched black smoke rose from their blasphemous demonic bodies.

Shrouded by the power of the demigods in this world, the demonic army of Nurgle could only bear the light of the golden double-headed eagle and move forward slowly in extreme pain, singing tragic hymns loudly in their mouths.

The Herald of Nurgle held a rusty horn covered with green moss and leaking pus, dragging his rotting body to the crawling hill.

It had a filthy smile on its rotten, slime-covered face.

The face of this Nurgle Pioneer has three eyeballs flowing with pus. Three - a beautiful number, like seven, is a number blessed by Nurgle.

This is a symbol of its favor and proof of its loving father's love.

The Herald of Nurgle solemnly cleared its throat. It took out its own throat and carefully cleaned the mucus and flies on it to ensure that it could make the loudest sound.

After cleaning up, he put the horn to his mouth. After the rancid air was blown out, a huge sound wave erupted from the rotten horn. The muddy and fat sound resounded throughout the battlefield, making people's souls shake. Nausea and discomfort arose.

Accompanied by the sound of the huge horn, one palm after another broke through the rotten earth made of flesh and blood in the garden.

Those palms were covered with sore pustules and foul-smelling skin. They struggled to pull apart the earth full of rotten flesh, squeezing out their unbearable facial features.

Those buried in the garden are warriors who fought against the plague and fought against the devil with their unyielding will. Now they are buried among the carrion of the garden, serving as nourishment for decaying plants.

It has also become a part of the triple curse of death, decay, and rebirth.

They burst into tears as soon as they appeared.

Nurgle was merciful, and even though he buried them in the garden, he never completely took their lives. Even their sanity was preserved for them.

They remember every minute and second they spent in the putrid underground, and how the plague ravaged their world. In Nurgle's mercy they suffered eternal despair, eternal torment.

They are Nurgle's defeated generals, forever wandering on the edge of life and death, never reaching the other side of death, let alone truly living.

They are forced to fight for Nurgle, bringing endless despair to every enemy they encounter.

"The lackeys of the abomination, the humble mortals dare to set foot in the heaven of the plague god!"

Amid the sound of the trumpet, a Great Unclean One tore apart the jungle of the garden. It was attracted by the sound of the trumpet of the plague and became furious after seeing the destruction of the garden.

Although it does not rank high among Nurgle's favored ones.

The Great Unclean One lifted up the intestines flowing out of its belly, and through the cracks in its belly, one could see the Nurglings gnawing on the rotten flesh and blood inside the Great Unclean One's body, making gurgling laughter.

It held a huge bone club in its hand and walked towards the imperial army while cursing angrily.

The bone club in his hand was swung, and the power contained in it was difficult for even the Primaris Space Marines to stop.

With just one blow, a Space Marine was knocked away.

This soldier who belonged to the Blood Angels had his thick power armor instantly shattered, and was urgently taken away from the battlefield by the Blood Angels beside him.

"Children, stop these mortals, look at these rude guys, don't let them destroy the masterpiece of your loving father!"

After dispersing the surrounding imperial troops, the Great Unclean One shouted towards the Nurgle Demon Army behind him.

The Great Unclean One, who was known for his good temper, felt furious at this moment. No son of Nurgle could tolerate these mortals trampling the garden.

Because of his huge and bloated body, the Great Unclean One walked very slowly, but no one could stop his pace.

He felt that infinite power was growing from the flesh and blood earth under his feet. He was in the realm of Nurgle. As the Great Demon of Nurgle, the power he could exert was unimaginable to mortals.

The huge mountain body smashed down the huge bone club in his hand, and a squad of mortal Astra Militarum was immediately smashed into pulp.

The broken bones and flesh and the blood that flowed out merged into the flesh and blood earth of the garden.

The Great Unclean One slaughtered twenty-two squads in a row, and the twenty-two deep pits overflowing with human blood were all masterpieces of its power. Just when it was about to continue wreaking havoc,

High in the sky, a black shadow appeared, and the stalwart body crashed to the ground along with the endless red fire it carried.

In the flames, the endless fighting spirit instantly ignited the battlefield. The moment Duker appeared, he saw the imperial warriors killed by the demon, and the flames of anger rose instantly.

"Seven plagues, seven blessings, seven curses, this is Nurgle's garden, you lackeys of the cursed ones are not welcome!"

The Great Unclean One roared in the scorching flames, and he swung his bone club and hit the original body that had just landed with great force.

"boom!--"

The original mighty power of the Supreme Heaven was poured into Duker's body, and his body became taller than the Great Unclean One. The bone stick that was coming was shattered by his punch, was destroyed instantly, and completely disappeared in the vast world. In the hands of the impure.

Then Dukel stepped forward and kicked the Great Unclean One in front of him to the ground.

"Nurgle's Garden? Can't your rotten eyeballs see this dazzling imperial banner?!"

The original body's steel boots trampled on the Great Unclean One, and he roared with righteous indignation - in his angry roar, the thick skin of the Great Unclean One gradually cracked, and the flesh and blood carbonized under the heat of anger, like A ball that was burnt to black like a potato.

The roaring sound caused the flesh and earth to continue to crack, and this rich garden dried up instantly, like a riverbed under the scorching sun.

Amidst the roar, Duker punched the Great Unclean One's charred head into its chest, took out its intestines from the crack in its belly, and strangled it to death on the spot.

"No matter whose territory this place was, as long as the flag of the empire is planted, it belongs to the empire!"

"Dirty guys, listen up, this is the empire's territory!"

"Now, get out of our garden!"

Dukel drew out the Weeping Chainsword, which was dripping with demonic blood, and slashed at the nearby Nurgle demons that had invaded the garden.

Under his power, the storm of gathered flames was like a giant tornado connecting the sky and the earth. All the demons involved were instantly reduced to ashes.

Under his slaughter, the number of demons was quickly reduced.

suddenly,

"Boom!——"

The garden where the Imperial Legion is located, the incomparably vast land of flesh and blood, seems to have been completely revived, and is visibly alive to the naked eye.

The earth was squirming and shaking, and the foul-smelling pus was sweeping towards here like a rushing river.

At this time, Duker saw a huge figure taller than the top of the mountain, with antlers growing on it, slowly walking towards him.

The face hidden in the miasma clouds spoke slowly like the sound of thunder,

"I am Rotigus the Rainfather, the second among Nurgle's favored ones."

There was once a god who traveled thousands of miles, traveling long distances between the mortal world and the holy realm, just to spread the kindness of a loving father.

The earth squirms with His generosity, livestock gives birth to deformed cubs, all creatures scream, and the earth is covered with slippery fluids. Plants and animals swelled and twisted with strange fecundity, and the dirty floods rose endlessly, washing away the unclean earth.

When the downpour of Nurgle slapped His hooded head endlessly, He hummed a faint dirge in the rain.

"Enjoy the splendor of Nurgle's gardens. Flesh flowers in bud, earth studded with mold. There is no splendor in the flawless. Nurgle is a true artist. Compared with my lord, he is a treacherous man. Qi is nothing more than a troublemaker, and young Slaanesh is nothing more than a wanderer. We don't even bother to deal with Khorne's narrow-minded and savage temper."

The generous Rotigos opened his plump arms, a huge body that could stand side by side on the top of the mountains, and welcomed the arrival of the Imperial Legion like a hospitable host.

The sky squirmed like an indigestive bowel, and thick raindrops splashed across the garden. The morbid storm swirling around us, the Great Unclean One swaying in thunderous laughter,

"Welcome to the beautiful garden of the Father, little toy people of the damned."

After seeing the other party appear, the original power of the Supreme Heaven was continuously poured into Duker's body. He slowly walked towards the other party, and as he moved forward, his figure became taller and taller. When he reached the twenty-second step, his strength was stretched, and his stature became even greater than that of the other party.

The completely overwhelming flames burned everything in the garden red, and all the visions appeared with Rain Father Rotigus, whether it was the pouring turbid rainwater or the slippery earth flowing with floods. They were all burned and destroyed by the flames.

"Haha, another intruder." Duker looked down at the other party,

"I hope you'll keep me entertained, challenger."