"one two three."
She scooped up a fly and counted them.
He reached out again and pushed aside the hair covered with slippery green slime.
One eye was revealed with only the white of the eye.
The other eye was covered in a rotting, bloated growth.
The sound coming from the mucus-filled throat was not clear.
A little hoarse and greasy.
But she counted very carefully, picking up each fly one by one and gently placing them on the petal of a nearby flower that was emitting a yellow, smelly petal.
After carefully putting away the caught flies.
She used her pus-filled hands to poke at the rotten mire and fished out another bloated, fat fly.
The fly looked like it would burst with a snap if it was pinched lightly.
"Four, five, six, seven."
When she counted to seven, she smiled.
Numbers have a wonderful magic.
Seven is the most perfect number.
It represents completion and ending, and also represents concept and power.
There is power in this number.
Because it is a great holy number.
The woman was very happy.
She had done something that would please her other grandfather.
That fat man, the Lord of Pleasure, Nurgle of the Mists, will definitely reward her.
Nurgle is the most merciful and loving.
No matter how small a life is, she treats it equally.
Never be stingy with your rewards and gifts.
Nurgle is the greatest being.
She is the founder of the Threefold Way.
The Threefold Way represents death, decay, and rebirth.
Represents the eternity of life.
Every life accepted by Nurgle will gain eternal life.
"You are doing these meaningless things again."
A man came over.
He saw the woman picking flies out of the bubbling mud and spoke.
While speaking, he coughed and spat out a large amount of green phlegm.
There are a lot of maggots crawling in the sputum.
"This makes sense." The woman stood up and said, "Seven is Grandfather's sacred number. Saving these lives is her will. Every tiny life deserves Grandfather's care. This is the Threefold Way."
The woman stood up and took two steps, and she felt a tearing pain in her lower body.
I tried to walk a few more steps, and it became even more painful.
He also began to walk with a limp.
But soon, the woman got used to the pain.
Pain is a gift from Nurgle.
Only pain can make living beings realize that they are truly alive.
Nurgle bestows pain, and takes pity on the suffering of those living beings, so he grants them the ability to endure pain.
The woman didn't care about the pain she had just felt, instead she showed a happy expression.
She turned to look at her butt.
The man also came over.
He could clearly see a big crack on the woman's buttocks.
A mouth oozing with green slime grew out of it.
Bursts of foul smell emanated from the yellowed fangs.
"Look, my merciful grandfather has rewarded me for my good deed just now." The woman happily stroked the mouth full of fangs: "Now that I have an extra mouth, I can eat faster. Look how beautiful it is, with its yellow fangs, its slimy tongue, and its fragrant aroma."
"Grandfather really dotes on you." The man said in an envious tone: "Let's go, we have to go back to the village. Something bad has happened, and the witch requires everyone to go back."
"What happened?" Curiosity flashed in the woman's eyes.
"The son of the Corpse King is coming. That bastard vowed to destroy the Garden of the Kind Father and bring every world back under their enslavement."
After hearing what the man said, the woman who had just been happy about receiving the gift showed a look of horror.
"That's a really terrible thing. Are those guys still unwilling to let us go?"
The man shook his head, his slimy hair swaying with his movements.
"Those paranoid lunatics always think that the path they have chosen is the right one, so how could they let us go?"
"Alas!" the woman said sadly, "In this dark and cruel universe, only Grandfather's path can promote the harmony of the universe. Other existences are too dark and cruel, and the Corpse Worshipers are the most terrifying and cruel among them. Why can't those people see this clearly?"
When they worshipped the Corpse King, they were filled with pain.
It was not until I met my happy grandfather that I learned how to draw happiness from the Threefold Way.
What a wonderful world this is.
Why would the corpse worshippers come to destroy it
Just because of the Corpse King’s son
Why is that guy so cruel
How wonderful it would be if there were no wars and all living beings believed in Grandfather’s Threefold Way.
That way, everyone will not die and can live happily forever in the universe.
The men and women walked along the muddy, slimy road towards the village, through a forest full of slime and flies.
The treetops and trunks were covered with toad-like sores, also slimy and slippery, looking like a forest of snot.
The giant fungus twisted its body happily, and an expression of joy appeared on the face of its mushroom umbrella.
They watched the two people pass by.
Birds covered with scabies sang among the trees.
Flies swarmed around the two men, flying in and out of their bursting boils.
The tiny maggots crawled out of their mouths, noses and wounds, praising the broad-mindedness of their loving father.
"Why can't those worshippers of the Corpse King feel the charm of decay? The universe will be destroyed one day. Only the eternal father can protect all things in the world and maintain the balance of entropy."
The woman's soft palate was rotten, so she seemed a little clumsy when she walked and talked, and it sounded like she was leaking air.
The man wiped the sticky substance off his face.
The stuff was like glue and it pulled out threads.
"No one knows why? They don't understand the secrets of how this world works and think they can change everything. The Corpse King, the Skull Demon, the Pleasure Demon, and the Cunning Ghost are all equally disgusting. They know nothing about the truth and will perish with the destruction of the universe. Only the benevolent grandfather who holds the Threefold Path can continue to exist. No matter how many times those foolish humans come, we will defeat them, just like we defeated the minions of the Skull Demon, the Pleasure Demon, and the Cunning Ghost. The followers of the benevolent father will always win."
They passed through the forest, trudged through the quagmire, and finally returned to their village.
A rotten, slippery house covered with slimy moss.
The people who received the blessing from the loving father were gathering around an old man, shouting that they wanted to fight for the loving father.
"We will not surrender to the corpse worshippers, and the Father will prevail."
"Defend our homeland and never allow the Corpse Worshipers to enter our world."
"We will never give up until the last man stands."
All the villagers were very excited.
The news that the Corpse Worshipers were about to launch an attack made them very angry, and they decided to unite and resist until the last moment.
"Quiet." A God-speaker who could hear Nurgle's whispers walked onto the platform covered with sticky liquid.
The villagers fell silent, and the man and woman also fell silent.
They looked at the God-Speaker with eyes that could see, waiting for his orders.
"I have received the oracle." The God-Speaker shouted, and her head shook like jelly with the sound.
"The Father needs every one of his people, including us. The enemy's chosen breakthrough point is likely to be our world, so we must be prepared to hold back the corpse worshippers and prevent them from breaking into the garden."
"Besides that." The God-Speaker clapped his hands, and several guards wearing armor and holding rusty weapons dragged up a thing that was beaten beyond recognition.
"We also need to execute some damned traitors who are still eager to return to the embrace of the Corpse Worshipers. This guy was caught on the spot while secretly performing a ritual to worship the Corpse King's son. This is the most shameless betrayal of our loving father and will never be tolerated."
“Lies.” The thing that was almost beaten into mud made a painful sound. “It is deceiving you. The Empire is our destiny. Don’t be fooled by them.”
"Blasphemy," the God-speaker roared in a strange voice. "This is blasphemy. Kill him. Chop up this traitor and throw him to the flies so that the great messengers can feast on him."
"Kill him."
"Kill him."
"Anyone who betrays his loving father will die."
The villagers made hoarse sounds in their throats filled with sticky phlegm.
Their excitement caused the rotten flesh on their faces to shake like jelly.
Several people came up and used the rusty weapons in their hands to hack the inhuman shape into pieces, with mucus splattering everywhere.
With one last scream of pain, the traitor was silent.
“This is the price of betraying your loving father.” The God-Speaker roared, “Even if I am killed by the Corpse Worshipers, it is countless times better than betrayal.”
The villagers cheered.
The God-Speaker nodded with satisfaction and was about to say something else to boost morale.
A rumbling sound was heard.
A crack appeared in the strange sky that was glowing with a bizarre light.
The roaring sound made the air vibrate.
A strange song came from the other side of the rift.
People looked up at the sky in surprise.
The dark night sky dotted with stars appears before people's eyes.
A gigantic warship bearing the Corpse Worshiper's horrific mark emerged from the crack.
The smaller ships flew out from the battleships in groups.
They are not pretty, not rotten and bloated, and not silky and slimy.
Especially since they bear the emblem of the Corpse Worshipers.
"The enemy is coming. For the sake of the Father," the God-speaker shouted. "Take up our weapons and drive the corpse worshippers out of our homes."
A torpedo dropped from the sky, and the loud explosion set off a mountain of flames. The huge shock wave completely destroyed the house covered with slime.
Those villagers were also blown away and even blown to pieces.
Screams came from the mouths of villagers who were not killed in the explosion.
The woman was dragged by the man and hid in a sturdy cellar.
The cellar below was all covered in sewage and slime.
And creeping fungi.
They hid inside, their bodies trembling.
The corpse worshippers are horrible.
The ground continues to shake
The painful screams of the villagers before being killed and the crazy voices of the corpse worshippers echoed.
The men and women dared not even make a sound.
The body, covered with pus and growths, trembled.
He did not dare to move a step, for fear of being discovered by the corpse worshippers.
But the great and loving Father did not care about them.
Heavy footsteps were heard and the cellar door opened.
A corpse worshipper wearing heavy armor and holding a gun appeared at the door.
He saw men and women.
"No!" the desperate man screamed and rushed towards the other person.
The woman followed behind, saying that in the name of the loving father, they had to kill the corpse worshipper in order to survive.
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"This place is fucking disgusting."
Locke, who had just walked out of the teleportation beam, made a crude but true evaluation of the place where he landed.
The endless desolate wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see.
The rolling yellow fog on the ground and the thick humidity suspended in the air greatly hindered visibility and affected the accuracy of orbital bombing.
Loken tasted the local air through his helmet's external sensors.
The pungent smell of filth and rotting flesh made him feel nauseous.
The atmosphere has been thoroughly polluted by corrupt matter, and the ground beneath our feet is slowly decaying.
"This is what the garden of the Plague God looks like." Torgaddon stood next to Loken. Not long after he came down, his armor was covered with mud and slime.
Behind them is a returning squad of Luna Wolves.
The subspace is idealistic, it is the world of will.
You can’t win with real technology alone.
The fact that the returnees were able to return is a testament to their perseverance and tenacity.
It is most appropriate to leave this kind of intrusion into the semi-virtual and semi-real realm to them.
They marched forward, knocking down the screaming, rotting corpses one by one.
The explosive bombs designed specifically to restrain these creatures with the power of the warp easily tore them apart.
Loken showed no mercy to those monsters.
It can also be said that no returner will have it.
After going through so much, their disgust for the gods is beyond words.
Wherever this team passed, what was left behind were basically wreckage and broken arms.
iNurgle's followers possess incredible vitality.
Even though they were blown into pieces, some Nurgle believers were still crawling with difficulty, with pus flowing out of them.
Many returnees, like Loken, are gathering to attack deeper into the area.
They were very fast and quickly killed the enemies, clearing an area for subsequent troops to arrive.
In the flash of teleportation, the statue of the Holy Emperor was placed in an open space that was confirmed to be safe.
The Anglican choir sang under the leadership of the high priest or war apostle.
Their voices have magical powers, causing the rotting creatures to scream in pain.
A faint halo flows out from the sculpture of the Holy Emperor and the lighthouse facility, healing the pain of the planet.
The rotting ground turned to sand and the power of Nurgle was banished.
The laws of the universe filled the gap left by the fading power of Nurgle, turning the rotten ground into yellow sand.
Loken was walking in a rotten village. After the previous battle, he had realized that these zombies were actually very weak.
They are just the mothers that breed the primary Nurgle demons and do not have much power.
There's no need to waste precious bombs on those guys.
He just took a sword and used it to harvest the corpses.
Locke and others easily got rid of all the corpses in the village, and he found a cellar.
When Locke kicked open the moldy door, a foul smell came out.
It was filled with sticky green liquid, and contained two rotting corpses, a man and a woman.
When they saw Loken, they screamed and rushed forward.
The foul-smelling liquid splashed and was stirred with their movements, emitting an even more horrible smell.
Loken chopped off their heads with ease.
The two corpses were separated and floated in the mucus.
Locke also saw that the female corpse had a mouth full of fangs on its butt, which emitted a visible yellow stench.
He pulled the trigger decisively, smashing the guy's body to pieces.
It's so fucking disgusting.
After dealing with the corpses in the cellar, Locke walked back to the ground.
After confirming it was safe, the priests from the choir came over.
They carried the statue of the Holy Emperor and the lighthouse facilities with pious expressions and full of faith.
As they chanted, the fetid slime turned into clean water, and rotting trees and houses burned in holy flames, eventually turning to ashes.
The sticky and smelly air became fresh, and gusts of clean wind blew by.
The slaves of the Mechanicus built various facilities on the sandy ground to strengthen the subspace barrier and establish expedition outposts.
They installed a protective net around the outpost, and dense laser beams were intertwined.
Dense swarms of flies fell with crackling sounds and piled up in just a few minutes, requiring a flamethrower to burn them to ashes.
Flies are Nurgle's best messengers, carrying the most terrible plagues and bacteria.
If a normal person is bitten once, the consequences will be unimaginable, and the person may even become a breeding ground for flies.
The Empire has a wealth of experience.
Possesses the means to control the swarms of Nurgle flies.
As long as they gather together, they will release air-blast bombs and shatter them to pieces.
If the quantity is small, the nano laser network will be used to solve the problem.
Make sure no flies or mosquitoes that could spread the plague enter the outpost.
The first transport ship broke away from the fleet in the sky and landed on the ground.
A large number of soldiers and heavy vehicles walked down from the hatch.
They shouted the battle cry of their homeland and prayers to the Holy Emperor.
The giant Titans were also untied and began to move in this rotten world.
The pilot was manning the Titan cannon.
The huge cannon was shining brightly.
Destroy those rotten, wriggling eyeballs, tentacles, and all kinds of indescribable weird things.
The realm of Nurgle is vast and has no end.
There live countless demons and believers of the God of Plague.
Every world shaped into a garden of Nurgle is pulled into Nurgle's realm.
As long as you go deeper into this world, you can see the garden of the god of plague.
More and more corpse worshippers are pouring into Nurgle's outer worlds.
The flames of war were ignited among the followers of the Plague God.
Carnage broke out in every corner.
Their arrival quickly attracted those powerful demons.
In the subspace, the power possessed by demons far exceeds the limits of what they can exert in the real universe, and their resurrection speed is also astonishingly fast.