The Warp seethes as always, echoing with storms that never cease.
The Garden of Nurgle, the realm of the Chaos God Nurgle, is located deep in the Warp.
This strange space is composed of jungles, swamps, vegetation and green spaces that represent unclean life.
The winding paths in the garden were filled with diseased mud and worms, and the air was always filled with plague clouds, buzzing swarms of plague flies and laughing little demons.
Plague-Maw bushes, swollen fungi filled with poison and flowers with poison sacs push each other, competing for growing space.
The evil light from the Warp, scattered across the Plague Forest and the Thorns of Flesh, cast spots of uncleanness and malice.
The garden was filled with dripping, sticky venom, rustling, disgusting bugs, and sickening, popping bubbles.
This is a place of absolute evil. No living creature can survive in the Garden of the Plague God except those followers of Nurgle who are good at enduring pain.
On weekdays, this place is full of laughter and looks like a harmonious big family.
The demons of Nurgle are always carefree and are some of the happiest of the Chaos Gods.
The once bustling garden is now unusually quiet.
The Great Unclean Ones most favored by Nurgle gathered together and looked at the words on Gath the Slow with pity.
After feeling the ridicule from the cursed ones, a surge of anger rose from their hearts.
The words on Gath the Slow possess the power of a curser. The wriggling flesh and blood cannot cover them, and the damage caused by the words can never be healed.
These humiliating words will remain on Gath the Slow forever.
"What he did was too cruel and also infuriating." Kugath looked at Gath the Slow with pity.
The son of the curse humiliated all of the father's subordinates and also humiliated the father himself.
"Perhaps we should let Mortarion go. They are brothers and understand each other better." Rainfather Rotigus said, "He will make that arrogant guy pay the price."
"Let the son of the curser know what a terrible mistake he has made."
"Let him suffer in pain and collapse."
The Unclean Ones discussed their plans against Guilliman, and they had decided to make the arrogant Primarch pay the price.
Time in the subspace is meaningless, at least to the outside world.
The Unclean Ones had been discussing their plan for half a century, detailing every detail of their plan to make Guilliman suffer the consequences of his arrogance and make him suffer for his mistakes.
After the discussion, they each went to prepare.
Mortarion also received a message from Gath the Slow.
He was extremely annoyed by Guilliman's arrogance and humiliation.
Especially those words that called him a waste made him even more furious.
Typhus had indeed escaped his control, and it was Typhus who had planned his surrender to Nurgle.
This matter became a thorn in his side, and no matter who mentioned it, he would get angry.
The former Chagatai Khan took advantage of this and made Mortarion so angry that he lost control.
Now, Guilliman has repeated his old tricks, and Mortarion is equally furious.
"I will come to you, Guilliman, and I hope you will be as arrogant and overbearing as you are now."
As Mortarion spoke these words, his huge body trembled.
He couldn't help but look for his brother and let him know that he was different now.
Guilliman would pay the heaviest price for those words, Mortarion vowed to himself.
... ... ... ..
Such a long time passed in the garden, but to the outside world, it was still just the day when Gath the Slow was expelled.
Time has no meaning in the Warp, and its rate of flow is determined by the masters of each realm.
The demon was driven out and the chief traitor slain.
The war on Sarath ended, and the Plague Marines had nowhere to escape. They lost their warships and were trapped on the surface, where they were subsequently executed by the Loyalists.
Cultists are also being purged.
There are too many of them and they are scattered all over the place, so it is not easy to wipe them all out.
The Space Marines and Astra Militarum will split up into small teams to encircle and suppress them, and there will be results soon.
The surviving civilians were moved out of the plague-ridden fortress and settled in another less contaminated area.
Corresponding rescue work is underway.
The Mechanicum is cleaning and purifying the entire city.
Some of the accompanying Ecclesiarch priests were also chanting the Emperor's prayer psalms, trying to expel the pollution of the Warp.
"Destruction is always easier than creation." Guilliman stood on a half-broken balcony, overlooking the destroyed hive, and shook his head.
The place where he is now is where the ruler of the hive city once stayed.
The former luxury of this place can be seen from the undamaged areas.
Various precious artworks were placed everywhere, and the advanced technologies of the Mechanicus were also perfectly applied to provide the owner here with the most comfortable life.
The gap between the rich and the poor in the empire has reached an extremely terrifying level. The nobles at the upper level of the hive city can enjoy food and fruits and vegetables from other agricultural worlds.
They control the distribution of wealth in the hive city, making their lives incredibly refined and unimaginably luxurious.
The middle and lower-level workers and scavengers lead extremely miserable lives.
The middle class can also enjoy some artificial synthetic meat, or various livestock that have been bred.
In order to ensure industrial output, various trade unions and powerful people will also formulate regulations and laws to maintain order.
If you are at the bottom of the society, I don’t even know if you can be considered a human being.
What they eat is corpse starch and the unwanted garbage from the upper class.
There is no such thing as order.
Gangs run rampant, mutants, wild psykers, monsters living in the darkness.
What awaits them is only endless fighting for survival.
To be honest, with such a horrific gap between the rich and the poor, it’s no wonder that there are so many cultists who believe in chaos.
The bottom layer of the hive city provides enough fertile ground for Chaos to corrupt humanity.
A large number of the lower classes, unable to bear the pain, chose to betray the Emperor of Mankind and surrender to Chaos.
Not only Chaos, but even the Zerg's spies have developed many cults in the Empire.
Under the slogans of equality and freedom, one can often deceive a large group of people into serving the party wholeheartedly.
"This situation must be changed, otherwise humanity will be trapped in endless internal friction." Guilliman knew very well that the biggest problem of the Empire was the Empire itself. No matter how Chaos invaded, it could not hide the fact that many traitors chose Chaos because they had no hope and suffered oppression.
Institutions such as the Ecclesiarchy, the Inquisition, and the Terran Council maintained the integrity of the Empire to a certain extent, but their chaotic and bureaucratic rule also sent a large number of troops to Chaos.
If the empire cannot crush its own chronic illness, it will have no future.
The sound of footsteps was heard.
Sicarius stepped in, "Sir, the representative from Sara Star is here."
"Let them come." Guilliman regained his composure and walked towards the hall that had just been cleaned.
The bodies had been removed and the bloodstains had been cleaned once, but the craters and scorch marks were still very obvious. The traces of war were not so easily erased.
Guilliman didn't care about these things. The simplicity or luxury of the office would not affect his decisions and thinking.
A group of people dressed in luxurious clothes walked in. In order to welcome this important moment, some of them even sprayed perfume and found their neatest and most luxurious clothes.
"Respectful Primarch."
They performed the ceremony respectfully, and their respectful and fawning manner was full of flattery.
"I am the planetary governor of Sara. Thank you, Master Primarch, for coming and saving us. Holy and great Emperor, this must be the reward for our loyalty to the Empire and the Emperor."
An obese man stepped forward. His body was so bloated, with layers of cumbersome fat on top of each other. With a little green paint on him, he could have played the role of a plague follower.
Guilliman frowned slightly, glancing over the group of people, his brow furrowed slightly.
They were fair and clean, with plump bodies, and no visible wounds.
The clothes they wore were luxurious and expensive, and several of them even had well-made mechanical prosthetic limbs, which were definitely not something that ordinary people could possess.
Guilliman turned to look at Sicarius, his eyes full of confusion. Are these the representatives from Sara that he wants
Sicarius sensed his lord's confusion and hurriedly explained, "They are the planetary governors of Sara and several of the most influential families. I found them deep in a fortress and brought them to you."
"Sicarius, this is the first and last time. I am not angry with you because I never told you accurately the real reason we are fighting for." Guilliman's anger was hidden in his calm words.
"Billions of people have died in this world, but they are still alive and well, without even a scratch, and even their clothes are kept spotless. Is this something to be proud of
They accepted this position which was supposed to protect civilians, but they used this power to protect themselves and abandoned their duties. Is this behavior worth promoting
Do you think it is fair that the tortured people are healing alone while those shameless people are taking the credit for their work
Sicarius, why do you fight? Are you defending a group of maggots instead of protecting the people of the Empire
Tell them to get out of here and find a real representative to come to me, Sicarius."