Warhammer: Empire Reboot

They desperately try to grow in the opposite direction, but their trunks keep bending under the force of gravity.

Click!

The first giant tree of rotting flesh broke in half.

Thousands upon thousands of plague spirits spewed out from the broken opening. As soon as they took shape, they were swept away by the accretion disk and stretched into long, twisted bands of light.

Even the distant mountains have changed.

Those seemingly rocky, dark green mountains are actually skeletons piled up over hundreds of millions of years.

At this moment, the entire mountain range tilted towards the direction of Losen.

Everything is in line with the expected projections.

It's not that Lawson is so powerful that he can make the entire Nurgle Garden submit.

Rather, this region originally had no stable orientation, but the black hole forcibly gave it a unique center.

All mountains, forests, and rivers in multiple states must choose a specific location under the rules of gravity.

The false parts begin to collapse, and the overlapping parts are compressed.

The mountain ranges that may exist in more than a dozen directions eventually become just a single, real outline, slowly tilting toward the black hole.

Lawson stood at the center of the collapse.

The golden light curtain pressed tightly against the inner edge of the event horizon, completely separating the subspace from his physical body.

Under Lawson's rules of reality, time can only move forward.

Fresh blood must flow in blood vessels.

Wounds don't appear out of thin air because of a period of fear.

His hands are still hands, and his heart is still a heart; he will not be interpreted by Nurgle Garden as a plague bell infested with maggots.

Black holes devour local subspace matter.

The Emperor's Sword burns away the corrupt concepts that cling to it.

The Emperor's Shield maintains Lawson's own reality.

The three constitute a small real universe that can exist briefly in the realm of evil gods.

But it only existed for a short time.

Lawson must find Isa as soon as possible.

The swarm intelligence unfolds the memory map left by Mortalian.

What appears in Lawson's consciousness is not roads and distances, but a set of intertwined relationships.

Only by traversing the suffocating swamp can one reach the carrion forest where the Great Impure One was born.

After crossing the Forest of Carrion, the path to Nurgle Manor will only appear after all seven plague bells have rung simultaneously.

The goddess of life, Isa, is forever imprisoned behind the mansion.

Lawson looked up ahead.

More than a dozen roads appeared before us.

There are also several roads that have no physical form at all, but are just a feeling of "walking forward," as if taking a step will lead to another realm.

Mortarian's memories told him that each of these paths could lead to the Suffocating Swamp, or it could lead to other places.

In the subspace, a path does not have only one outcome.

Lawson took a step forward, and the black hole moved with him.

The rules of reality within a 100-meter radius are slowly advancing.

More than a dozen roads twisted simultaneously.

Some curled up into the sky, some shrank into the soil, and some split into hundreds of finer branches.

The garden attempts to obscure the true path with more possibilities, rendering the simple action of "moving forward" meaningless.

The invisible gravity of the black hole falls on all roads.

A fake road has no real quality.

They were merely symbols and malice created by the will of Nurgle, and thus collapsed first under the pressure of the rules of reality.

The road leading to the sky shattered into a cloud of green smoke.

The gaping maw buried in the soil quickly dried up, revealing countless trapped souls inside.

Those paths that exist only in our senses are like echoes being dragged into a deep well, fading away layer by layer.

Finally, only a road remained, paved with countless rotting lung lobes.

This road is real.

The golden blade of the Emperor's Sword slashed forward.

The burning light swept across the middle of the lung lobe pathway, slicing the cloud of spores above in two.

Lawson embarked on a road paved with lung lobes.

Every decaying organ beneath his feet seemed to be breathing heavily, and some lungs even had human faces appearing on their surfaces, begging him to stop, to tell him that Isha was already rotten, and that the goddess of life was merely bait created by Nurgle.

Lawson didn't have time to respond.

In the distance, the first plague bell rang.

thump—

Immediately afterwards, the second clock also began to vibrate.

Further away, the decaying forest slowly parted, revealing a swamp shrouded in grayish-yellow mist.

Countless arms stretched out from the swamp, their hands gripping his throat tightly.

Some huge bubbles rose from the depths of the mud, bursting and spewing out hundreds or thousands of suffocated corpses.

Lawson finally found the first true coordinate in Mortalian's memory.

Suffocating swamp.

Beyond the swamp, an even larger shadow is slowly awakening.

It was a forest composed of the corpses and fetuses of countless unclean beings.

Countless eyes gazed at Lawson across the swamp.

The garden already knew he had arrived.

One by one, the grayish-white fleshy trees were uprooted from the ground, and the huge amniotic sacs hanging from the branches ruptured, with viscous amniotic fluid cascading into the swamp like a waterfall.

A demon, not yet fully formed, poked its head out from inside.

Its swollen skin was covered with pustules, and its abdomen was split open with a huge vertical gash. Hundreds of thick umbilical cords were still connected to the entire forest, constantly sending corrupting divine power into its body.

That was a great impure being being born.

Before it had even fully gained its footing, Lawson had already crossed the suffocating swamp.

The newly born unclean being opened its enormous belly and mouth, emitting a scream like a baby crying.

Hundreds of rotting flesh trees around them bent their branches at the same time, and black pus oozed from the ulcerated faces on their bark.

The pus did not fall to the ground, but instead gathered in mid-air into a surging river that crashed towards Lawson.

Countless black spots spread rapidly along the light curtain, and the real-world rules that had just been established around Lawson were also subtly distorted under the impact of the plague.

The very unclean one grasped the hundreds of umbilical cords still attached to his abdomen and pulled them outward with force.

The entire forest of rotting flesh then shrank.

Trees, soil, fetuses, and skeletal remains from the swamp all gathered around it, covering the immature demon's body.

In the blink of an eye, it swelled to hundreds of meters high, like a mountain of flesh piled up with countless sick corpses, blocking the road leading to the depths of the garden.

At this moment, the gravity of Rosen's black hole suddenly intensified.

The forest of rotting flesh beneath the feet of the Great Impure One began to tilt, and the enormous mountain of flesh lost its balance for the first time.

Lawson stomped on the rotting flesh beneath his feet, and his body, enveloped in a golden bubble of reality, rose from the ground.

The Great Impure One roared and swung down his hand, his five fingers like rotten stone pillars, and a mouth full of sharp teeth growing from his palm.

boom!

Golden light exploded in the sky above the forest of decaying flesh.

The Great Impure One wanted to continue his attack, but Lawson had already leaped upwards, stepping on his shield.

The Emperor's Sword trailed a golden line of fire across the sky.

The sword's edge swept across its wrist.

The large, fleshy hand, along with half of its forearm, flew out.

Not much pus or blood gushed from the wound, but the Imperial Golden Fire had already flowed into the body through the wound.

Golden cracks spread rapidly along the arm of the Great Impure One, and all the tissues that relied on the corrupting divine power lost their vitality in the flames.

The demon opened its massive maw, attempting to swallow Lawson along with the reality bubble.

Lawson turned around in mid-air, and the Emperor's Sword came down from above.

puff!

The enormous body of the Great Impure One remained frozen in place.

The Imperial Golden Fire then erupted.

Flames first spewed from its eye sockets, mouth, nose, and pustules, then burned through its massive abdominal maw and rushed back into the carrion forest along hundreds of umbilical cords.

One after another, unborn demonic sacs exploded in the golden flames, and the corrupting divine power connecting the entire forest was also ignited at the same time.

The Great Impure One let out a final roar.

The massive body collapsed from the inside, and the hundreds-of-meters-high mountain of flesh turned to ashes, which were then pulled into the accretion disk by the black hole's gravity.

Lawson landed back on the ground.