Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 96: Pure Love Nurgle
The magic house deep in the garden.

Nurgle, the god of plague, lives there. His body is ugly, dirty, corrupt, twisted and swollen, and lovely Nurgle spirits surround him like stars surrounding the moon.

The giant cauldron filled with the most toxic and terrifying toxin in the world emits the most evil, terrifying and disgusting light green. All the ugliness and negativity in the world are boiled in this giant cauldron. It is the most vicious poison in the universe, and it is also a panacea that can bring the dead back to life.

Nurgle took out a very clean soup spoon, scooped up a mouthful of thick soup from the cauldron, carefully protected it with his hands, and slowly turned his huge body.

"My goddess, come and try my new brew, the supreme elixir prepared for the guests who are coming."

Next to the cauldron, a goddess whose beauty was only slightly inferior to that of Sanguinius was imprisoned by Nurgle in a duck-sitting posture.

This beautiful goddess from the Eldar Pantheon is in charge of healing, fertility and harvest, and is the favorite goddess of Nurgle, the God of Plague.

Aisha opened her rosy lips obediently, and took a sip of the mellow sweetness. She tasted positive emotions such as life and healing from the medicine.

After that wonderful sweetness, a hint of bitterness can be tasted on the tongue. It is the most sinister and negative emotion in the universe, including depravity, corruption and so on.

"very delicious."

Aisha wiped her rosy lips with a handkerchief and said to her fat green brother with gentle eyes.

"What kind of guest is this? Tzeentch or..."

Thinking of Slaanesh's name, Aisha couldn't help but shudder.

If it weren't for the green fat brother in front of her, she would have been turned into a sex toy by the purple futanari monster and suffered his abuse every day.

Maybe it's due to Stockholm syndrome, or maybe it's because the two are complementary gods of life.

After spending some time together, Elsa also developed feelings for Nurgle.

Putting aside his evil nature and his ugly appearance, Aisha saw his kind heart through the green fat brother's appearance.

“Oh my god, the mortal named Ogatha whom you helped a few days ago, she has a very remarkable son.

That guest is her child, Galen Crownguard, a very good young man, very suitable to join our big family."

Nurgle placed his hands on his fat belly and laughed in a simple and honest manner.

Just by listening to that voice, an uninformed person would really think that Nurgle is a kind-hearted evil god.

"I'll go give the guest some medicine."

Nurgle's fat body slowly stood up with the support of countless Nurglings. He took the rope handed to him by the Nurglings, fastened it to the claws on both sides of the cauldron, and carried the cauldron full of thick soup on his back, just like Fan Xiaoqin going to school.

The reason why he did not let his subordinates bring the Primarch into his magic house was because the Primarch had been corrupted by the divine plague virus and became too ugly, and the green fat brother was afraid of scaring his favorite goddess.

Thus, the oldest evil god Nurgle, after hesitating for countless years, stepped out of his Plague House for the first time.

On the other hand, with the protection of the Emperor's power, the Primarch sneaked into the vicinity of Nurgle's Chamber without making any big noise.

When he saw the God of Plague carrying his huge cauldron out of the house, bad thoughts arose in his mind.

In the Magic House, the goddess of life, Aisha, sat on the ground in a duck-like posture, waiting obediently for the return of the god of plague. She had been living like this for many years.

Suddenly, a rather unserious voice came to her ears.

"Is your husband gone?"

"????"

The goddess of life, Aisha, was confused. She looked around but couldn't find the source of the sound.

"Your husband has left, so I'm going to come in."

There is a row of Gothic windows on the left side of the Demon House. A head popped out from behind the dark green curtains. It was the Primarch Galen.

"伱, who are you?"

The goddess of life, Aisha, felt a little panicked. In her impression, a stranger who could escape the power of Nurgle could only be a minion of some other evil god.

What she was most worried about was that the other party was a minion of the purple futanari, who sneaked into the garden to capture her and offer her to Slaanesh.

No!

I, the goddess of life, Aisha, will never become a sex toy!
"I am a guest at the banquet hosted by the God of Plague." "Guest?"

Aisha looked puzzled. Didn't the fat brother say that the guest had fainted? Why did he appear in the magic house?

"Since they are guests, they should be entertained."

Aisha used the magic power of the Eldar gods, and several gorgeous tables and chairs that contrasted with the decadent background of the magic house appeared in the center of the living room.

Protected by the power of the Goddess of Life, these tables and chairs will not be corroded by the power of Nurgle.

"Why does the guest keep hiding behind the curtain?"

"My clothes have been stripped by Rotigus, do I have extra clothes to change into?"

what?
Rotigers stripping?
Aisha was stunned. She didn't expect that the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Rotigs, had such a hobby.

“There are women’s clothes.”

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The Primarch tore down the entire curtain and draped it around himself like a Roman servant, like a cloak.

Aisha originally wanted to entertain the Primarch with Eldar tea. Just as she was about to make tea with her nimble hands, the Primarch sneakily came around behind her, clamped her two white arms, and strangled her slender goose neck.

bang-

The fragile porcelain cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"What are you going to do?"

Aisha struggled with all her might, but the Emperor's majestic power locked her body tightly, and her already weak Eldar power could no longer be exerted.

"Rotigus said that Nurgle is willing to share everything in the garden with me, including you."

"Impossible! He wouldn't do that."

Aisha cried sadly.

While making the Goddess of Life cry, the Primarch collected a lot of soul stones transformed from her tears.

"Okay, shut up! Stop crying!"

The Primarch's brutal roar silenced the Life Girl's cries.

"Now, you volunteer to be my hostage. When Nurgle comes back, you can cry in front of him!"

the Primarch threatened.

"What do you want? Nurgle will not be threatened by you."

"Don't mind your own business, just cry as pitifully as others will!
Goddess Aisha, you don't want innocent people in the material universe to be harmed by Nurgle's evil magic, right?"

Hearing this, the Goddess of Life nodded in a daze, agreeing with the Primarch's words.

the other side.

Nurgle, unaware that his home had been stolen, arrived at the place where the Primarch lay dead, supported by a large group of Nurglings.

When Nurgle saw the empty garden, he summoned Rotigs for questioning.

"Where is my Primarch?"

Rotigus scratched his head in embarrassment.

He didn't know either, he captured such a big Primarch.

At this time, the power of the Emperor emerging from the Demon House attracted the attention of the two.

“Gah!!!!!!”

(End of this chapter)