Warhammer in a box

Chapter 43: The Plague of Nurgle
The moment various poisons were added into the pot, the viscous liquid in the pot began to churn constantly, and a strong stench began to spread from the pot, slowly filling the entire room.

Murray greedily inhaled the smell, which was enough to kill an ordinary person, but he looked like he was enjoying it.

The already swollen belly began to become more obvious, until the thin outer clothes were torn apart, revealing the dark green abdomen underneath, which seemed to have maggots wriggling inside.

Pustules and festering wounds covered Murray's stomach, but he felt no pain at all.

"Murray. Your belly"

"Hunter, this is the plague chosen by God, the great leech lord Festus, which has given me. I am one step closer to eternal life!" Murray looked very proud, while the Nurgle believer named Hunter looked envious.

While the two were talking, the liquid in the crucible changed from a churning state to an extremely calm state, with only sticky bubbles constantly emerging from the liquid.

Murray carefully picked up a glass bottle with a magical aura and took out a full bottle of liquid from the crucible. Strangely, when this tube of liquid was taken out, the other liquids in the crucible also became dim.

"Hunter, take it and smash it in the center of town, and you will get the reward you deserve!"

Hunter carefully took the glass bottle from Murray.

"Praise be to the Father! It's perfect. This is the eternal thing in this world. I'll go now. I hope you can say a few good words to Lord Festus on my behalf after the matter is accomplished." Hunter's attitude towards Murray also changed from equality at the beginning to flattery now. He looked straight at the glass bottle glowing green.

"Don't worry, everyone will have a place with the loving Father. We are all his children. This world will eventually become the loving Father's garden."

Watching Hunter put the glass bottle in his cloak and walk out of the room, Murray also smiled with satisfaction.

Hunter, who got the glass bottle, walked towards the center of the dock with a normal expression. At this moment, he was excited and nervous, but he tried his best to maintain his normal appearance.

Hunter didn't just come here, he had been here for three months. People who lived in the dock knew that Hunter who lived by the river was a weird person, but after three months, he had neither mutated nor behaved aggressively, he just looked sick.

Hunter would sometimes come out to buy some food and daily necessities, so no one at the dock took him seriously. There were so many strange people coming and going, and Hunter was definitely not the strangest one.

Hunter kept walking towards the central square of the dock. He felt very proud and felt that everything was going according to his plan.

Pedestrians passed him on the road and patrolling guards ignored him. Everything went so smoothly until he reached the outskirts of the square, when a bald man in armor holding a hammer made his pupils shrink.

"How could it be? Why is there a priest of Sigmar here?! There has always been only a temple with a statue of Sigmar here, and there isn't even a real clergyman!"

Hunter had already figured this place out thoroughly over the past three months. The temple was at most a place for people to pray to Sigmar, and the only two temple staff were only responsible for daily maintenance and cleaning.

The sudden appearance of the pastor made Hunter nervous all of a sudden, and even beads of sweat began to seep out of his head.

The tension made Hunter feel unnatural.

This pastor was also preparing to be transferred to the front line. He happened to be preaching nearby so he planned to join Ludwig's fleet here.

But while he was looking for the direction, he suddenly saw Hunter, who looked hurried and unusual, and their eyes met.

"Hey! You over there, stop! I order you as a priest of Sigmar!"

"damn it!"

What you fear will come to you. As a clergyman and a powerful fighter, the combat priest soon noticed Hunter's evasive eyes and nervous expression when he looked at him.

As the state religion of the empire, normal imperial civilians would never show such an expression when seeing the clergy of Sigmar. The fear is the kind of fear of respect, not the fear of terror.

Seeing that Hunter continued to stride forward after hearing his shout, the pastor immediately picked up the hammer in his hand.

"I told you to stop! Lift up your cloak and hat! Soldiers! Where are the soldiers! Come and grab this man!"

The patrolling guards who heard the priest's call also walked towards here in doubt. Hunter looked around and saw more and more soldiers coming. He knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Even before reaching the center of the dock, Hunter still opened his cloak and raised the glass bottle in his hand high.

The green liquid in the bottle continued to sway and emit an evil light.

The pastor shouted "Oh no!" and raised the hammer in his hand and threw it at Hunter.

"Praise the loving Father! You will finally have eternal life! All things in the world, throw yourself into the loving Father's arms!!"

The hammer was a little slow after all, and Hunter still smashed the glass bottle to the ground, shattering it.

A green mist quickly spread towards everything around it at an extremely fast speed.

The soldiers who rushed over looked at the fog coming towards them and ran in the opposite direction in panic, but they were still not as fast as the poisonous fog. The poisonous fog quickly engulfed them, and all the soldiers who inhaled the poisonous fog collapsed to the ground.

Dizziness, vomiting, fever, abdominal pain, convulsions, all kinds of symptoms began to appear on them, but the most terrifying thing was not just these.

The soldiers looked at their arms and bodies. The originally normal skin began to fester rapidly. Weird granulations wriggled under their skin. In extreme pain, the granulations broke out of the body and quickly grew into mutated limbs. The human arms and weapons in their hands turned into blades made of rotten flesh and keratin.

The mutated flesh burst through the helmet and armor, and even the tongue in the mouth turned into a wriggling slug.

In just a few breaths, a normal human being turned into a mutated Nurgle monster. These monsters, called Nurgle Forsaken, were regarded as a gift from Nurgle in the eyes of Nurgle believers, but they were endless pain for these ordinary mortals.

After engulfing the soldiers, the poisonous fog continued to spread to the entire dock. No one had time to react, and those with weak bodies who inhaled the poisonous fog were soon killed by countless plagues and viruses, while those with good physical fitness also slowly turned into deformed monsters like the soldiers.

There was only one normal human being still alive in the entire dock, and that was the Sigma priest.

Hunter was hit by the hammer thrown by the priest and fell to the ground. He could feel that his internal organs were broken, but the poisonous mist was also invading his body. However, for the believers of Nurgle, this was not a harm but a blessing. The deformed flesh and blood was constantly replacing his original body.

"Hahahaha, Pastor! You are still one step late! I feel it, I feel the love of the father!" Hunter was so excited looking at his own squirming flesh and blood, and kept laughing crazily.

The priest, who was also enveloped by the poisonous fog, continued to chant prayers.

"Great Sigma, please protect me!"

The power of faith allowed him to temporarily resist the plague, but being devoured was only a matter of time.

The pastor didn't even dare to breathe. He stared at Hunter with wide eyes, his eyes full of murderous intent.

As if knowing his fate, the priest gave up resisting the invasion of the virus. He shouted: "Sigma bless! Soul Fire!"

At the last moment of his life, the priest cast Sigmar's spell. The white flame briefly restored his mobility, and then he rushed towards Hunter who was slowly getting up.

He picked up the fallen hammer, raised it high, and smashed it down with all his strength.

"Death to heretics!"

Along with the sound of watermelon breaking, Hunter's head was smashed before he could enjoy eternal life. He did not expect that the pastor in front of him would risk his life to take him away, and the pastor could no longer withstand the erosion of the plague and gradually lost his breath.

When everything in the poisonous fog returned to calm, Murray came here with a large number of Nurgle mutated humans.

Looking at the bodies of the two men, Murray said with disdain.

"Tsk, I didn't expect a pastor to pop up, Hunter, congratulations on sacrificing your life for your father's cause."

(End of this chapter)