Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 213:20, This is blasphemy against Nurgle!

The visible tide of the warp swept in, the whirlpool of arrogance distorted reality, the angry and morbid thunder streaked across the sky, the tsunami of greed beat the mountains, and the drizzle of desire caressed the earth. At this moment, the barrier between the warp and reality was almost broken, and a loud noise came from the void that was overwhelmed, and cracks in the highest sky spread across the sky.

The Great Speaker's layout has completed the first and most important step. Millions of tons of black stone inside the Guardian Star Mine have been reversed into two poles by the Black Stone Demon Crown.

The black stone mineral that was originally able to calm the energy of the subspace has now become the real culprit that caused the Sea of ​​Souls to riot.

The violent primordial force poured down from the bizarre land, tearing apart the fabric of time and space.

The horrific negative energy of the Warp swept across the stars in a way beyond people's imagination.

Any mortal with psychic abilities was wailing at this moment.

The mad wave of the Eye of Terror engulfed the Vigilant Planet. As the Blackstone Crowns of the Word Bearers operated, rational reality began to collapse and strange phenomena occurred throughout the world.

The Nak'mond Corridor is the only passage connecting to the dark side of the empire. However, at this moment, countless demons are flowing downstream along the tide of the Warp, looking for a breakthrough in the material realm and breaking through the dam that maintains reality.

The minions of the gods continue to invade the real universe, and an unprecedented disaster breaks out on the Alert Planet.

And in Dotolia, located in the southern part of the Vigilance Star.

The war between the Death Guard and the World Purifiers has almost been decided.

With the help of the Iron Warriors and many war gangs, the Purifiers' factories were demolished one after another.

Just when the Death Guard thought that victory was certain and the planet's Plague Purifiers were about to be completely wiped out by them.

An extremely blasphemous incident occurred in the Purifiers' factory - the rusty green plague bell rang seven times loudly, and chemical smoke containing seven highly toxic substances spread until it engulfed the seven vast factories.

When the Death Guard saw this strange scene, they realized that the ritual was somewhat familiar, yet completely unfamiliar.

'Seven' is the number of Nurgle, but the ritual is not directed to the benevolent father, but to another being!
"What a blasphemy!" The Death Guard stood in the ruins of the city at the foot of the mountain, watching this scene and muttering to themselves.
"I smell the stench of the betrayer, the abomination that drowned in the swamps of death."

Just a few minutes after the ceremony began, a combat team of the Death Guard forced their way into the seven-layer chemical fog.

Their communication signal was disconnected shortly after entering the fog, but the feedback from the eyepiece continued until they entered the factory.

The entry of this Death Guard combat team was like a stone thrown into the sea; it did not create any waves and they never left again.

"We must stop it." A Death Guard captain growled, "We can't sit idly by and watch this blasphemous ritual against our father happen before our eyes!"

The second team set out shortly afterwards and entered the poisonous fog. It was a much larger number of Death Guards, led by a company commander himself.

But the poisonous mist still swallowed them all, and after suffering this loss, the Death Guard commander retreated temporarily.

In the following seven hours, seven layers of highly toxic chemical fumes spread again.

The gardens planted by the Death Guard were poisoned. Originally, those mountains and cities were fertile gardens and a paradise for life, but when the poisonous fog invaded, any sign of life disappeared.

An entire area was shrouded in a malevolent aura that killed any mortal who touched it. Even the Space Marines of the Chaos Warband were forced to retreat, unable to survive for long in the poisonous fog.

Faced with this horrific invasion, the fallen warriors were forced to unite. The Death Guard and the Iron Warriors joined together to carefully explore the situation inside the poisonous fog.

But their conclusions are still troubling.

The Death Guard sensed that in the presence of highly toxic chemical smoke, there was an indistinct, unusually tall unclean being wandering in the poisonous gas, constantly circling, changing, and reconstructing its own form.

Worst of all, one Death Guard member who managed to escape claimed that this unholy being had taken away most of his body.

Faced with the results of this investigation, the soldiers of the Chaos War Gang fell silent. From these few words of investigation, they could understand that in this huge ceremony, an extraordinary being was gradually descending into the real universe.

The Death Guards remained silent as always; they knew more—for example, why this unclean giant was targeting them.

But for their own good they did not tell anyone in other warbands what they knew, not even their brothers who were also scions of Nurgle.

The horrifying vision became more and more obvious, and tens of thousands of Chaos followers were lost in the poisonous fog of the shattered city. In this disaster, some of the soldiers are still missing, and more are confirmed dead.

Wherever the terrible poisonous fog invades, even the children of Nurgle will be trapped in poisonous dreams and end their lives by suicide.

The city ruins in the poisonous fog flashed a strange light, and the world outside was trembling like a mirage, which was even more so.

At first, these unclean scenes rarely appeared, but with every seven hours, the situation would become more serious.

The children of Nurgle were furious. They could not tolerate what was happening here, but they could do nothing about the blasphemy against their loving father.

A fatherly champion believed that the desecration was growing stronger in the mist, so he personally led a third crusade against the Purifier's ritual.

He led the spawn of Nurgle and the companies of Nurgle warbands into the poisonous gas covering seven chemical plants, vowing to erase this blasphemy against the Plague God.

None of them survived.

Their sacrifice didn't seem to change anything. After that, the Death Guard continued their investigation. These warriors, who were always lazy, showed great enthusiasm for this matter.

"We persist." Death Guard Captain Hughes announced to the crowd, his wet voice accompanied by the buzzing of a swarm of flies.

He investigated at the edge of the fog and found a circular room with many locked doors, all of which were made of metal.

The swarm of insects in Hughes' body was restless and seemed to be resisting this place. But as a host, he was very stubborn and went forward regardless of the changes of the swarm of insects.

The Swarm protested angrily, believing that Hughes was rejecting their oneness, and that the sacred Swarm of Nurgle was emerging from within his body, not from the outside world.

The Swarm believed that Hughes had no reason to reject them and should listen to their opinions carefully, just as he listened to all true revelations.

But Hughes still ignored them. He randomly chose a door and walked through the room, leaving traces of slime in his footsteps.

He opened the observation window on the iron door and looked inside. A charred corpse, covered in smoke, looked into his eyes in the cell.

It had been dead for a long time, with almost no heat in its eyes, smoke coming out of its severely burned lips, and a pair of palms full of blisters pressed against the window, roaring in a voice that the Death Guard could not hear.

Hughes ignored it. Despite its ferocious appearance, it was nothing in the eyes of the Death Guard.

Hughes walked towards the next room without any pause, but his investigation stopped again.

The Death Guard's nose twitched slightly, smelling the faint but tempting scent of life.

He walked around the room and saw a woman's body lying on the other side of the corridor - her pale skin was wrapped in a white dress, and the woman's face was blue and black. The poison had seeped into her bone marrow, and there was no hope of recovery.

In other words, the woman was already dead.

But Hughes was still keenly aware of women's greed for life.

He leaned down his tall body and heard the low growl in the woman's chest as she tried to hold on to life.

"Nice to meet you, sister." Hughes said gently, "You have fought for a new life for yourself."

He knelt down in front of the corpse that was unwilling to die, gently picked up the woman, and gently leaned forward with her head in his arms, as if he was kissing his lover. The woman's dilated pupils looked at him, and when she was in close contact with the Death Guard, her eyes seemed to focus and surged with desire for life.

"Wake up, sister." The Death Guard opened his mouth and spit a pool of black pus from his throat onto the woman's face.

The fat maggots squirmed in the liquid, their milky white bodies eagerly trying to find a new host.

These tiny maggots drilled into the woman's mouth and nose, and she began to twitch. Some maggots even crawled into her eyes through her eyeballs.

As she convulsed, a large amount of filth flowed out, but the Death Guard did not despise her. They just held her gently, patiently waiting for the blessing to bloom.

"Can you hear me, sister?" he whispered to the woman.

The woman's convulsions gradually calmed down, but she did not respond to him. The place was still quiet, as if nothing had happened.

"I need answers, woman," Hughes muttered.

"Rebirth." The woman responded slowly, flies flying anxiously into her throat, and amid their buzzing, she heard the cabin of a dead person being opened.

Yes, she died a long time ago, but she was too greedy for life and unwilling to let go, which led to the current situation. She put this thought aside. Her mind should be confused enough after waking up, and she didn't need those weird stories.

She thought that maybe her new life wouldn't be lonely.

"What should I do?" she asked the Death Guard.

"Obey me," Hughes replied without question. "Help me find the truth."

He looked at the woman in front of him, a being awakened by him personally, and whose extraordinary desire for life made her different.

The woman's appearance was unaffected by the holy plague of corruption, she was a slender woman in a simple white dress, her arms permanently crossed, each slender finger resting on the corresponding shoulder.

There seemed to be worms crawling in her hair, the milky white maggots accentuating her delicate features and flawless ivory skin.

She glanced at the Death Guard, and that sad look seemed to convey words that could never be told.

Hughes released her to investigate the areas shrouded in poisonous fog on his behalf, although he was unsure whether a woman would be able to achieve results.

The woman accepted the leadership of the Death Guard without resistance. Her extraordinary will to survive during her lifetime made her a special existence and the most powerful teammate of the Death Guard.

"Go, go to the city of the ignorant Purifiers," Hughes ordered.

He exhorted the woman, "Walk in their unclean lands, and remember to sow the seeds of their release. Spread the blessing of the worm far and wide, deep and potent. That they may see the plague and know the new life after us."

The woman moved away like a ghost. Even while moving, she still kept hugging herself tightly, but this did not affect her speed at all, and she disappeared in a moment.

After watching her leave, Hughes summoned two Death Guard teams and decided to go into the fog to investigate in person.

This temporary team consists of fourteen people, divided into two teams of seven.

Although Hughes didn't have much confidence in their team, he still liked the number.

The team entered the ruins of the Purifier city in the toxic smoke, passing through the narrow door of the roadblock one by one.

In the ruins of this lifeless and overly silent city, they sang a hymn to their loving father in unison. The tune was slow and melodious, and despite the cheerful lyrics, it sounded like a dirge.

They entered the alley. On both sides of the hundreds-meter-high spires, the sturdy silver-plated iron chains connecting them swayed in the wind.

Hughes's team was in the vanguard, and six Death Guard brothers formed the vanguard with him, walking at the forefront of the path.

"Hughes." The Death Guard walking beside him suddenly asked, "Why is it him?"

"I don't understand you, brother." Hughes whispered.

"I know that monster. I know what he is." The Death Guard demanded. "Don't tell me you don't know, Hughes. I don't know how to face him."

"Him?!" Hughes raised his voice and snorted disdainfully, "If you really knew him, you would know how stupid this idea is."

Hughes waved his hand, signaling the Death Guards to search the surroundings carefully, and then continued, "His ambition always exceeds his wisdom. I don't know what words to use to describe him."

"His hunger?" the Death Guard asked tentatively, remembering the man's eyes that always thought he was enslaved.

"Yes." Hughes nodded in approval, "This description is very appropriate."

He paused for a moment, as if recalling something. "Sometimes I would hear him screaming, and then there would be no other noise. I would hear that man's unwilling roar, repeating it over and over again."

"Is he showing off his endurance again?" the Death Guard speculated.

"No." Hughes shook his head slowly. "On the contrary, he regarded endurance as a curse and was unwilling to do it again."

"Where would that man come from, Hughes?" the guard asked.

"He," Hughes' face darkened behind his breathing mask, "He has always been here, right beside us."

The Death Guards looked at each other. They recognized Hughes' tone, an emotion that could only be expressed by someone in confusion and pain.

"I'm beginning to doubt it," the guard said.

"Whatever you think he is, Hughes, he is worse than you think." A Death Guard said, "Don't be sad, I have seen-"

"Hughes!" At this time, another guard shouted, "We have entered an abnormal space."

"I can feel it," Hughes muttered, taking a deep breath as if he was savoring the difference in the air.

The guards' discovery was correct. They passed through the alley between the two tall towers. On the surface, there was no difference here - it was still foggy, and the thick smoke carried a poison that was enough to kill a mortal instantly.

But the sense of reality here is constantly diminishing, as if everything around could collapse at any time. There is a sickle-like poison in the breeze, which makes the Death Guards' already numb skin sting. This poison erodes something deeper than the nerve pain.

"You can put down your burdens now, brothers." Hughes said quietly, "It's time to face this wanton death!"

The Death Guards were at a loss. "Things like this will only work if you believe in them, Hughes."

"Just do it, I believe it!" Hughes urged, "Brothers, tell me the name of that man!"

"Whose name?" the guard asked.

"His name! No need to be vague, just point to him!" Hughes shouted excitedly.

The Death Guards were silent for a moment, then spoke together, their loud voices gathered together, harmoniously outlining the same name,
"Mortarion, the Betrayer."

As the name was read out, this unusual space was silent for a moment, and then the wind brought black clouds that filled the skyline, with pale thunder flashing in them, like a malicious grin.

(End of this chapter)