I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 359 Bomb Bomb Bomb Bomb
The Great Rift is a disaster for humanity, but from another perspective, isn't it also a feast for demons and aliens?

Garden of Nurgle.

Several gardeners strolled leisurely through the dense forest, slowly making their way towards the magic palace on the horizon.

Rain Father - Rothigs walked at the front of the group.

It was a bloated Nurgle demon with a body so large it resembled a triangle, its massive mouth spanning its entire waist and abdomen, dripping large amounts of pus with every step it took.

Rotigus turned his head slightly, glanced at the figure at the end of the line, and let out a wet, snickering laugh:
"Decalems, haven't you found your clone yet? It's laughable that a dignified and benevolent father like you has had his clone held captive by a few greenskins."

The crowd became lively.

"Yes, Decarrams, do you need our help?"

“I see you have some nice snails in your garden. If you’d like to give me one, I think I’ll consider helping you find your clone.”

"Haha, if you ask me, Decarrams should learn to be humble and take the initiative to ask us for help."

The jeers from the crowd left Dekaramus's expression unpredictable.

"My affairs are none of your business. They're just a bunch of greenskins hiding in the netherworld. Once I gather my army and choose the right time, I'll wipe them out without leaving a single one alive..."

"You'd better save those words for your benevolent father," Rotigus said coldly, glancing sideways at Decarramus. "A few days ago, a group of uninvited guests came to your benevolent father's garden. Guess how they got in? Whose teleportation spell did they use?"

Decalems was speechless for a moment, then lowered his head:

"I will retrieve that clone as soon as possible, or dismantle it. I promise, this will not have any impact on Father."

Rothigs chuckled:
“Remember what you said, Deckard Ramus. That idiot Abaddon did help us start the feast in the real universe, and he was somewhat useful. If we don’t have enough fun because of your clone, and the Father doesn’t get a satisfactory result, then you’d better prepare to become fertilizer in the garden.”

Decarrams broke out in a cold sweat, stammered a reply, and fell silent.

The gardeners changed the subject, no longer focusing on the unfortunate Dekaramus.

They loudly discussed the planets they had chosen in the real universe, comparing themselves to each other, exchanging planting techniques, and occasionally showing off their new inventions.

This went on for about half an hour.

The Demon Palace, far away in the sky, arrived before the gardener with heavy steps.

A vine-covered pergola extends from the terrace of the Demon Palace, spreading towards the ground.

The gardeners walked along the long corridor to the outer perimeter of the Demon Palace. Led by Nurgle, they passed through a courtyard filled with poisonous flowers, insects, pools of pus, and thorny trees, and arrived at the Father's reception room—the Rotten Palace.

There are a dozen or so crucibles bubbling away here.

Several coils of tree roots were wrapped around the crucible, and from the roots grew a gaunt human figure, blending into the roots, with a dazed and bewildered expression.
They held stirring rods made of bloodwood in their arms, mechanically stirring the thick liquid in the crucible.

Occasionally, when they stop, the insects inside their bodies will gnaw at them, making a crackling sound.

At these times, a fleeting look of pain would appear on their faces before they continued to stir the crucible blankly.

"As expected of a loving father, even a simple work of art is full of irony."

Rotigus approached the crucible, carefully observing the human figure that had become one with the tree roots, and repeatedly praised it:
"Father is satirizing the machine servant craftsmanship of the oilers. The oilers weld living beings to the assembly line, remove their internal organs, strip their blood vessels, hollow out their brains, and turn them into machines that are merely humanoid. Father is using his creation to warn those oilers that even without using mechanical devices, relying solely on the power of nature, we can still transform humans into machine servants. Oh no, they should be called tree servants. Praise be to Father."

"Praise the Father."

Everyone agreed, and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.

Tree Servant glanced up at the group of gardeners, then continued to numbly stir the crucible.

After a short while, the rumbling sound of wheels approached from afar.

Hundreds of hunched-over Nurgle demons appeared on the scene, dragging a luxurious cart.

The person sitting in the car is the ruler of this world, the benevolent father.

The gardeners bent down, touching the ground with their foreheads, their bulky bodies displaying astonishing flexibility.

The cart stopped, and Naggle's flabby body jiggled a few times.

"Children, I know you are eager to go to the real world for the feast. I don't intend to take up too much of your time. But before you leave, I hope you can answer one question for me."

Negro sat on his throne, his fat bulging out from under the armrests:
Tell me, what is the true meaning of life?

Rothigs spoke first:

“Dear Father, the true meaning of life is reincarnation. We must both embrace new life and tolerate decay.”

“That’s right, Rotigus, you’re always so quick-witted. But that’s not the answer I’m looking for today.”

If Naggrim is not satisfied with the standardized answer, then today's question has a deeper meaning.

Rotigus felt a chill run down his spine, stopped trying to show off, and lowered his head.

Another gardener rode up on a snail and said:

“Dear Father, the true meaning of life is progress, just like my snails. When they are born, they are small and slow, but now they are strong enough to be leaders and as fast as lightning.”

“Wrong,” Nurgle uttered a single word.

The gardener's face froze, and he drove the snail backwards.

No one dared to utter a sound at the scene.

“Oh, my children, it seems I have been too strict with you, so much so that you don’t know how to be flexible.”

Nurgle shifted his position, leaning forward, causing the throne beneath him to creak.
"Let me tell you the answer. The true meaning of life lies in sowing. When the feast begins, the savages devour those they choose, the wise manipulate from behind the scenes, and those with surging desires indulge in endless venting. But we are the sowers of life, the guardians of reincarnation, and the eternal gardeners. Before all living beings in the real world are torn apart by the savages, before they are plotted against by the wise, before they are overwhelmed by desire, we should teach them how to pursue the true meaning of life."

Nagou paused for a moment:
"Do you understand, children? For mortals, the true meaning of life is reincarnation. But for you, the true meaning of life is sowing seeds."

The gardeners all kowtowed.

"Yes, dear father."

"Your teachings are like a resounding bell, deeply enlightening and awakening us!"

“Great and loving father, every word you say is the truth.”

“Hehehe—” Nurgle chuckled with satisfaction. “Alright, children, drink the soup in the cauldron, and then go and plant life for me. I will open a door to the real universe for you, and the bacteria in the cauldron will guide you.”

The gardeners each selected a crucible, lifted it up, and gulped down the pus in large mouthfuls, not daring to leave even a trace of it.

The bacterial solution ferments within the gardener's body, and the fermented products act on the gardener's body and soul through physical and spiritual means.

Everyone received the same inspiration from the loving father.

They sensed a planet in the real universe, the very place the loving father had carefully chosen for each of them to sow their seeds.

"Go, children, spread the right faith."

Nurgle raised his staff, pointed it at the open ground, and shot out a beam of green light.

A portal more than ten meters high opened.

The gardeners passed through the gate in their true forms to reach their assigned planting sites.

Just then, the portal suddenly twisted and deformed, transforming from a green oval doorway into the face of an orc with its mouth wide open.

The scene looked like a prank, but everyone present was stunned. The gardeners were dumbfounded; it was the first time they had ever seen anyone able to twist the Father's psionic magic.

Nurgle was stunned and bewildered. It could clearly sense that the portal had slipped out of its control, and someone had taken over its operation.

While everyone was stunned, the portal that had transformed into a giant orc face spoke.

"Wow, I did it! Hahaha! I did it! I was the first to find the psionic signal and hack in! I'm the coolest guy under Brother Li! Hahahaha————"

Brother Li?

Could it be that transmigrator who recently became the true god of the orcs?
Is this orc one of Brother Li's men?

not good!

Nagoya's body trembled, his flabby flesh shaking uncontrollably.

It suddenly realized something terrible and abruptly turned to look at Decarram:

"Your clone hasn't returned yet?! Answer me! Dekaramus! Look me in the eyes and answer me! Has your clone returned yet?!"

“Merciful Father…my clone…I…I…I…” Dekaramus was so terrified that he could barely speak and kept backing away.

Explanations are merely cover-ups, and cover-ups cannot solve problems.

Within those few seconds, the portal, twisted into an orc's head, exploded open.

The spatial torrents caused by the dimensional tearing made the gardeners sway, their bodies covered in pus and branches rustling.

As the spatial torrents dissipated, a horrifying scene unfolded.

Where the portal had been, a spherical green light screen had appeared.

This light curtain kept expanding and growing larger, rapidly engulfing everything around it.

The first to be swallowed were several tree servants and a crucible.

The tree servant turned to ashes amidst a wail, and the hard crucible only lasted for half a second before being crushed by the green light curtain.

Nurgle slammed his hand on the armrest, squeezing his body off the chair, raised his staff, and fired a beam of light that blasted the green light barrier.

To its surprise, its all-out attack had no effect whatsoever, and the green light screen continued to expand.

"Damn it! This is a collection of the Palu beastmen's psionic fields! Quick, give me your power! I must mobilize all the power in the garden to suppress the Palu beastmen's psionic fields!"

Nurgle brandished his staff and shouted loudly.

Green clouds appeared from all directions, converging on the gem at the tip of the staff.

A dozen green ribbons were drawn from the gardener and converged on the gem at the tip of the staff.

The gardeners were horrified to discover that their spiritual energy was draining away at an alarming rate.

Their benevolent father, their sovereign, is frantically draining their power to fight against the psionic field that the Palu orcs have created within the Demon Palace.

"Boom!"

Nurgle swung his staff forward, the sharp handle plunging into the green light barrier with a deafening explosion.

The staff successfully suppressed the light barrier!

Nurgle, overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and anger, burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! Palu Beastmen, this is my territory, don't even think about causing trouble here!"

The voice just fell.

Dekaramus suddenly jolted, and his entire body shot towards the light screen like a cannonball.

Before anyone could figure out what was going on, Dekaramus crashed into his staff and self-destructed.

"Boom!!!"

The staff was unharmed, but it was blasted away by the sudden self-destruction.

The green light curtain suddenly expanded more than tenfold.

Nurgle exclaimed:

"Damn it! It's soul manipulation! Dekaramus has been controlled by the Palu orcs! That damned clone of his is going to cause a catastrophe!"

Screams echoed through the Demon Palace as a dozen burly figures burst forth from the green light curtain, followed by an endless army of green-skinned warriors.

Chaos Gods have always been the ones invading others, but today it's the other way around. This is an utter disgrace!
"Kill them all!" Nurgle roared, the staff returning to his hand and flying out again.

A beam of light shot out from the staff, and the floor and walls of the demon palace that were swept by the light came to life, quickly sprouting Nurgle demons.

Realizing the urgency of the situation, the gardeners abandoned their efforts to conquer the real universe and immediately grabbed their weapons to fight the invading greenskins.

But I never thought.

After these green-skinned people arrived, they never even considered engaging in shooting or hand-to-hand combat.

They actually rushed up to the Nurgle Demon and detonated the explosive backpack on its back!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound waves were deafening, and the flames were continuous as the individual extermination weapon mercilessly swept through the demon palace.

These greens have gone mad!

Shouldn't they be fighting our demons with bomb guns and machetes?
Shouldn't they be shouting slogans and charging at us?
Why don't they play by the rules?!

Why did they use extermination weapons right from the start?!
This is the loving father's garden, a treasure trove of countless riches!
Don't they want priceless treasures?!

Haha!

You piece of junk!

Listen up, all of you!
Brother Li said that Neggrim and Treasure are not important to him; the most important thing is not having Neggrim!

Grab your mini blaster and come with me to blow up Nurgle's Garden!
Only an idiot would think of fighting with conventional methods against junk!
"Kill them!!!!!"

The green-skinned army never stops growing, and individual extermination weapons keep emerging.

It started as a self-destruct backpack, and later became a grenade launcher that fires extermination grenades.

The booming explosions spread from the rotting palace to the stinking corridor, and then from the stinking corridor to the vomiting terrace.

Wherever Nurgle fled, the flames of the Extinction Weapon followed.

An army of demons?

The demon army is nothing but a fart in the face of extinction weapons.

Moreover, this is not an ordinary extermination weapon.

It contains a strange and wonderful single-crystal powder that explodes and sterilizes at the same time. All the demons killed by the explosion will be "degraded" by the anti-psychic medium and become waste that cannot be resurrected.

Let alone ordinary Nurgle demons, even Nurgle himself couldn't help but feel fear when faced with such a deadly threat!
(End of this chapter)