Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Warp.

A thick and sticky yellow fog covered the unclean area.

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

Nurgle's great demons and demon armies are stationed in it, guarding this area, fighting endlessly with other invading demons and life, but more of an invasion.

Now, the power of Father Nurgle is growing, and the boundaries of his domain are expanding, breaking through the boundaries of his existence, swallowing up the flaming blood soil, the purple joy plains and the changing crystal maze.

Nurgle's army rushed into those areas, killing any other demons of faith, and then vomiting liquids and seeds to turn them into rich and filthy fertile land.

The power of the plague spreads in the warp, encroaching on the domains of other Chaos Gods, causing hatred to accumulate.

However, the killing war on the edge did not affect the quiet place in the center at all.

It was a mixture of jungles, swamps and green lands embodied by life and plague, rampant with rotten toxins - Nurgle Garden.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

The Herald of Khorne fought frantically. This powerful bloodletter swung his sword and chopped down everything in front of him, including his own kind, and fell into an endless blood-boiling slaughter.

He could feel the blessing of the Blood God of Khorne accumulating in his body, making him stronger and chopping off heads one after another.

I don't know how long it took.

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

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

In the deep winding path, there were more mud, maggots and buzzing flies.

Roar——

The Herald of Khorne was not afraid, but roared into the winding path. As a pioneer of the Blood God's army, he should not be afraid of any danger.

He cut down the thorns blocking the road and broke into the garden.

At the edge of the Nurgle Garden, dim light scattered from the shade of trees and sticky vines covered with pus.

Along the way, the Herald of Khorne saw plague-mouthed trees, swollen fungi, and wildly blooming flowers, and the bones of rotten demons rose from the condensed lake.

Suddenly, the hissing sphincter spouted out corrupt filth and violently hit the Khorne demon.

He felt angry and stabbed with a sword.

Ouch!

The buttocks of the Nurgle beast, which was sleeping soundly in a beautiful dream, were hit hard by the flaming giant sword, and it cried out miserably.

More Nurgle beasts were alarmed and came to find their unfortunate playmates, followed by the plague swarms patrolling the trails and the Nurgle spirits jumping around.

The Nurgle creatures flocked to the Herald of Khorne, playing with the intruder in torture and pranks.

The resistance was weak, and it couldn't even make a loud sound.

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

Became part of the nutrition of the garden.

Except for the followers of Nurgle, no life can hope to survive in the garden of the Lord of Plague.

After all this was over, the Nurglings hummed cheerful songs, bid farewell to the Nurgling beasts and plague bees, and trotted away.

They still had to go to the Big Glutton Bara, the Great Demon of Nurgle, to play.

The Nurglings ran along the complex trails, found the familiar intersection, jumped happily through the stinking bushes, and approached a muddy area.

As soon as they approached, they heard joyful music.

"Boils, phlegm, blood and viscera; pustules, viscera, rot and pus; blisters, fevers, pus-filled wounds; from your wounds, pus flows out!"

Accompanied by the sound of drums, the sap-oozing gallows tree was playing the piano, the plague flies made harmony, and the poisonous mushrooms made a chaotic puffing sound.

The scene was full of joy.

In the middle of the mire, the Big Eater Bara banged his belly wildly, rolled in the mire, and occasionally spit out thick plague pus from the hideous mouth in his abdomen.

This made the Nurglings dancing around him laugh and greedily absorb this gift.

The Nurglings who had just arrived screamed excitedly and joined in, trying to please this generous Nurgling with funny dances and movements.

Beside the mire, other Nurglings who were singing and dancing, crying and howling like wolves and ghosts also laughed and gave warm applause.

Joy is always the theme of this Nurgling Paradise.

Not to mention, this Nurgling, the Big Eater Bara, is a popular and respected existence in this area.

Wherever he exists, there are always more gatherings and laughter.

"Sevenfold corruption, sevenfold virus, rejoice, little smart ghost and my friends!"

The four arms of the Nurgle demon named Bara danced wildly, belly dancing, spraying more precious venom, even the other demons were amazed.

Obviously, this is a cunning Nurgle demon, he perfectly integrated into this place.

What's more cunning is that after Bara came here, he never went out, nor participated in any war, completely immersed in the joy given by the kind father of Nurgle.

He is a complete scoundrel.

He almost forgot that he was an insider.

"Praise the four-armed savior, this is a perfect and happy job!"

The former cleaner of the bottom of the Dream and the current Nurgle demon Bara once commented.

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

He is a well-known gourmet connoisseur in the Nurgle Garden, and his title of Big Eater comes from this.

At his best, he once swallowed dozens of plague soups in one breath without being bloated, which is obviously a gift.

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

"No blowing or beating!"

A dull and sad roar came.

With heavy footsteps, the rotten, fanged and hideous plague body stepped forward.

That was Kugath, the Great Unclean One, the Most Favored of Nurgle, and the Seventh Lord of the Seventh Demon Palace.

This Most Favored of Nurgle, who is always depressed and incompatible with joy, is even more depressed. He hates cheerful music the most.

"No blowing, no music, no anything like that!"

At this moment, Kugath's anger soared into the sky, and the disgusting yellow-green color suddenly spread across the sky, with lightning and thunder.

The anger of Nurgle's favorite made the mud area quiet down immediately. The Nurgle demons stopped laughing and the Nurgle spirits huddled together and trembled.

Even the corrupt plants wilted.

In the Nurgle Garden, not many beings dared to annoy this disappointing guy.

Boom boom boom da da da!

Bala's reflex arc seemed to be half a beat slower. He was still immersed in his own rhythm and beat the belly drum again.

"Who is it!?"

Kugath groaned and became more annoyed.

He stepped into the mud area, and his rotten eyeballs scanned all the lives present.

Bala was stunned for a moment, then realized it and looked at the Nurgle's favorite: "Kuga, you are unhappy, I will play a little song for you, maybe it can cheer you up."

As he said that, he banged twice more.

Kugath saw that the player was Bala, and his green face eased a lot. But when he saw that the other party was about to play again, he stopped him and said, "No, let me be quiet!"

This favorite of Nurgle knew the existence of Bala, the big eater.

That guy went to other Nurgle demons' domains to sing and dance, eat and drink for free. After tasting the plague soup of many demons, he also ranked a plague delicacy ranking.

Only the most viral, rotten, and smelly plague delicacies can be on the list.

This also made Bala welcomed by more Nurgle demons, inviting him to taste the plague soup he created with great effort.

Hope to get a higher ranking.

The reason why Kugath did not hate this particularly happy guy was that he ranked his plague soup second, above his old rival, the Rainfather Rotigus.

As for the first place in the plague delicacy ranking.

Of course it is the Lord of Plague, the kind father-Nurgle. There is no dispute that his soup is definitely the most viral, rotten, and smelly existence in the universe.

After hearing about the deeds of the Big Eater Bara, the benevolent father Nurgle happily called him over and gave the Nurgle demon a small spoonful of the newly brewed plague soup.

Then he asked him if the soup was delicious.

It is said that after drinking it, Bara almost chewed his tongue and swallowed it, and praised and appreciated the plague soup for thousands of words on the spot, full of grammatical errors and unknown words.

He also analyzed some toxin components and the brewing process.

This Nurgle cunning traitor obviously has some cultural bacteria in his stomach.

Because after he left his job as a cleaner for the second blessing, he also went to the Loyalty Academy for in-depth training, participating in special spy agents and basic cultural training.

The special teachers of the Loyalty Academy invested more energy than teaching the greenskins, and finally let these cunning cunning people graduate successfully.

Let them reach the cultural level of the Loyalty Academy, which is about between kindergarten and elementary school.

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

After drinking the soup made by Nurgle's father, Bara shamelessly expressed that he wanted more to taste carefully.

After hearing this, the father laughed happily and gave the lovely little guy another big spoonful of extremely precious plague soup.

These two plague disease gifts greatly improved the strength of this big eater.

It was a rich gift that many great unclean ones could hardly get, which made many Nurgle beings envious.

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

But Bara refused without hesitation.

He regretfully told his father that his talent was only in the field of tasting delicious food, and it was difficult to mix the stinky and rotten plague, and he was afraid of wasting those precious toxins.

In fact, Bara just didn't want to work and wanted to continue to mess around.

Because once he agreed, he would probably be sent by his father to find and mix plagues to invade the real world.

After being rejected, the father of Nurgle was not angry, but comforted Bara cheerfully, 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 humans to rot and twist.

From then on, the big eater Bara became the plague tasting master praised by Nurgle himself, and completely relied on Nurgle Garden to eat and drink for free.

Even though several large-scale battles led to the death of Nurgle's cunning traitors one after another, it did not affect his salted fish life.

Not only that, Bala has become stronger due to long-term tasting and absorbing a large amount of plague virus.

As long as he wants.

He could strive 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 one of the important reasons why Kugas has such a friendly attitude towards Bala.

The Big Eater Bala, like himself, dislikes work, and they both drank the thick soup cooked by the great plague lord.

Kugas looked at Bala with a hint of envy in his eyes. He also wanted to be like this 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 have to wait until he concocted the same perfect plague poison before it could end.

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

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

Kugas groaned and patted the small, jewelry-like giant cauldron of Nurgle on his waist.

That giant cauldron is the artifact of Nurgle himself. It is part of Nurgle's body and contains countless malicious puss. With the input of plague toxins, it will become larger and larger, capable of containing endless filth.

It can never be filled, and even if the entire filth of the universe were poured into it, it would never overflow.

"Look, my loving father has given me a new mission and a divine weapon. What an honor it is..."

Kugas said, but his face became increasingly sad:

"This is where I was born, where my pain lies, and now I will use it to carry out a great cause. The vast territory of the Milky Way will be brought into this fertile garden!"

When Bala heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

He suddenly stepped forward and took Kugas' hand, feeling the same:

"Brother the Seventh Demon Lord of the Seventh Layer Demon Palace, I understand your pain. Work always makes people upset. It drives away joy. It's like an itchy fungus crawling all over the body. You want to scratch it but you can't!"

"Yeah, that was bad pain."

Kugas frowned: "I have to leave here. A lot of plague toxins need to be collected, otherwise Nurgle's darling, the Death Lord, will rush me again."

Mortarion was already preparing to ring the knell of time seven times.

He must seize the time to collect enough materials in the real universe and use Nurgle's cauldron to brew a plague that is 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 fatherly plague force that will eventually pull 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 up the sweet stench of corruption, remember to ask the giant rot fly to bring me a taste."

Although Bala didn't know what Kugas was going to do specifically, after hearing that the other party was going to concoct a new powerful plague, his DNA moved.

Inadvertently activated the eating and drinking skills.

"After the divine plague comes, I will share this filthy gift with you."

Kugas nodded.

He decided to let the Big Eater have a taste as soon as the plague that could poison the original body, the regent and the savior, was prepared.

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

After receiving the promise, Bala became increasingly happy and waved her paws enthusiastically to see off the beloved of Nurgle.

After Kugas leaves.

The oppressive atmosphere of this quagmire returned, and he soon began to beat the belly drum again, and the joyful music sounded again.

The pace of that being's departure accelerated a bit more.

In the quagmire, Nurgling and the great Nurgling demons danced a funny dance again.

The Lord of Plague has obviously launched a new round of great undertakings, and more wars are about to break out, but the external battles have nothing to do with bastards like them.

However, not long had passed.

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

At the same time, other Nurgle beings also became quiet and looked at the big stomach king, somewhat confused.

Boom.

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

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

After the beings of Nurgle left, Bala pulled the mud, her big belly trembling with excitement, and there was a hint of emotion in her small eyes.

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

Decades later, the great four-armed savior finally thought of himself. He thought that existence had forgotten him.

Even though Bala fell into the arms of Nurgle's loving father, he never forgot his identity - a servant of the four-armed savior and a loyal Nurgle chicken thief!

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

Although he is loyal to Nurgle, his loving father, his heart is more loyal to the four-armed savior!

Now, the four-armed savior has sent a secret order, and it's time to fulfill his mission!

Bala was a little nervous, not knowing what kind of difficult or dangerous task that existence would give him, whether it was to disrupt the realm of Nurgle or attack and assassinate an important existence.

Or approach Father Nurgle to gain secrets?

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

The message from the Savior goes something like this:

I hope that he, a loyal and capable chicken thief believer in the realm of Nurgle, can protect himself, lurk well, and integrate into the Nurgle collective with peace of mind.

At the same time, we will report the results of these years of work.

He needs to do three things:

1. Explore the topography of the Garden of Nurgle to see if there are any secret passages that can lead to the Garden of Nurgle without being discovered.

2. Investigate the situation of Elsa, the goddess of life, as much as possible without exposing yourself.

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

After Bala read it, she became slightly more relaxed.

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

Over the years, he had eaten and drank almost everywhere in Nurgle's garden, and even visited the black house, the residence of Nurgle's loving father.

Now I can draw a more detailed map just by going again from memory.

As for the plague virus data, it is not a problem. I have tasted too many plagues and can provide a lot of data.

In fact, this is Ron's prudent consideration. There is such a lone seedling in the Nurgle field, and he must protect it as much as possible.

Otherwise, if you want to cultivate new moles, you don’t know how long it will take, and there will be even more information holes.

The order this time is to see what the Nurgle Chicken Thief's abilities and gains are, so that appropriate tasks can be further arranged based on his abilities.

After the Nurgle chicken thief Bala simply gathered the information, he got up and walked out of the quagmire. He was going out to taste plague soup everywhere, and he took the opportunity to explore the more hidden passages of Nurgle's garden.

More importantly, he decided to risk getting closer to that forbidden place.

to get some secret information.

It is said that anyone who trespasses in forbidden places will incur the wrath and severe punishment of Nurgle's loving father.

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