Chapter 131 131, Garden of Nurgle? Can't You See the Imperial Eagle Banner? !

Duke led the expeditionary army and broke into the border of the garden from the due north of Nurgle's domain. He set fire to the garden with red flames, and like a thug, he set fire to the desperate worlds trapped in the garden and destroyed every demon the imperial army saw.

If it were normal times, no matter how kind Nurgle was, his audacity would be punished most viciously.

But the situation is different now.

When Nurgle looked greedily at the physical universe and formed the Scourge Stars, it seemed that the whole universe was targeting him.

Now in the northwest of Nurgle's domain, the bloodthirsty demon army led by the Great Demon of Khorne is carrying out a terrible massacre, and the rich and fertile garden has been turned into a Shura field for fighting each other.

In the northeast of the domain, Tzeentch, Nurgle's old enemy, ordered his demons to build a crystal castle in the garden, stirring up eternal stagnation and destroying the cycle of the father's power.

Death, decay, rebirth, this is the authority blessed by Nurgle, triple divine gift, triple cycle, triple curse, all living things are immortal and endless.

In this cycle, the Plague God will be omnipotent, and once the cycle is broken, He will suffer unprecedented damage.

Dukor did find a good opportunity for the Imperial Legion to take advantage of the fire, compared with what the demon army of Tzeentch and Khorne did.

The arson of the Primarch became the most gentle one.

So much so that the Imperial Army marched forward triumphantly, and did not encounter any decent resistance along the way, as if the garden they stepped into was a real garden for people to entertain.

At this moment, the eyes of all the Imperial warriors flashed with excitement, excitement, and even madness.

To step into the realm of the dark power with a mortal body, to trample on the garden of the Plague God with a mortal body, this is a victory that is enough to be recorded in the epic, and it is also an honor enough to brag about for a lifetime.

Their great achievements are unprecedented. This is a small step for them, but it is also a big step for the human empire.

Even if they die, what they have done is enough to make them proudly stand up when their souls return to the throne.

Proudly recounting their military exploits to His Majesty on the throne.

——"Is this the feeling of taking advantage of the fire? Cool!"

Even Dukel has been killing with bloodshot eyes. Even without the Primarch's encouragement, the morale of this legion is still at its peak.

Now it is the 22nd day since they entered the border of the Garden of Nurgle, 22 days of arson, 22 days of destruction.

Because they killed too many demons in a short period of time and absorbed too much original essence, the size of the Doom Soldier has become larger with the naked eye in the excessive expansion of power.

The descendants of the Second Legion absorbed too much nutrition, and they became taller and stronger.

Doom's size is almost three meters, following the Primarch like a little giant.

There are too many demons here.

Overwhelming and densely packed, anything could turn into a demon at any time.

The weak Nurglings came one after another like a queue to die. From the outside, these little guys are round and smelly.

They have smiling faces full of fangs, serrated antlers, and every pore is spewing the miasma of plague.

The Nurglings waved their weapons with Nurgle germs and charged with their round bellies.

Some of them were less than one-fifth of the height of the Doom Soldier. During the battle, they were even at risk of being trampled to death by the Primaris Space Marines.

When the soldiers of the Second Legion saw these little guys coming in a tsunami, they felt that the ‘Argentum Energy Backpacks’ behind them were slightly hot.

These energy backpacks exclusive to the Second Legion, which can hold the essence of demons, are a little overloaded at this moment.

Facing these little demons with little nutrition, the Doom Soldier, who were already a little ‘full’, put down their chainsaw swords one after another.

The raised double-barreled shotguns have the "psychic sensor" on them that can connect to the Argentum Energy Backpacks behind them.

In this state, what is ejected from their double-barreled shotguns is not physical ammunition, but a group of terrifying fireballs. Every roar of the double-barreled shotgun can purify all the demons in the fan-shaped area of ​​hundreds of meters in front.

The double-barreled shotguns connected to the Argentum Energy Backpack do not need to be reloaded. They are almost always spraying red flames. The flames are combined with the flames, washing away all the blasphemous things in front of them like a wave of flames.

Such crazy release of powerful firepower is a huge test for the energy stored in the Argentum Energy Backpack.

This is a luxury that the Doom Slayers are reluctant to use at ordinary times.

At this moment, it has become a normal means of attack.

The figure of the Corruption Lord is mixed in the wave of Nurglings. These terrifying demons are known for their strong vitality and are full of unclean vitality.

Their bodies are deformed, and their bodies are full of terrible holes, which are filled with festering ulcers and wriggling parasites.

They have never appeared on the battlefield of the physical universe, and have always guarded the borders of Nurgle's Garden to prevent the creation of the kind father from being destroyed by the minions of other evil gods.

Their strong vitality ensured that they could move forward in the tide of flames, but when they tried their best and came to the front of the Doom Soldier,

"Puff!——"

The soldiers of the Second Legion were too lazy to even switch weapons, and directly used the solid barrels of double-barreled shotguns to pierce into the bodies of these huge monsters.

The not-so-sharp barrels, driven by the huge force, easily broke through the bodies of the demons, almost all of them were submerged in flesh and blood.

Then the soldiers gently pulled the trigger,

"Boom!"

Like a ignited biogas tank, it exploded on the battlefield, and the red flames swept everything in the garden. Countless Nurglings turned to ashes in the black smoke of the explosion.

In the violent explosion of fire and black smoke, the Doom Soldier stepped on the corpses of demons and continued to move forward.

In the Nurgle Garden, Plague Apostles, Corruption Lords, Withered Zombies, Nurgle Chaos Beasts. All kinds of demons, almost all the time, counterattacked the Empire's army.

The huge army of Nurgle gushed out from all parts of the garden like pus flowing out of an ulcer.

But no matter how large their numbers were, the Doom Slayers never retreated a single step, even though they were killing day and night without interruption. They never showed any signs of fatigue, their strength was still strong, and their spirits were still strong.

Even as the killing continued, countless demons were completely destroyed by them, and their vitality became more and more full, their strength became stronger, and their spirits became more full.

Nearly 300 Doom Slayers steadily advanced in the desperate world trapped in the garden. They fought together and became the indestructible spearhead of the Imperial Legion formation.

Even though they were always under the greatest pressure from the demon army, no one had ever retreated half a step.

"Our anger is like red flames,

We are loyal and eternal to push the mission forward,

We are the wheels of the destroyer,

We are the divine soldiers guarding the empire, and the sharp blades that destroy all evil!"

The spaceships and fighter planes of the expeditionary corps in the sky, the roar of artillery fire trembled endlessly, and thousands of flames lit up the garden of Nurgle, constantly firing artillery, lasers, or torpedoes, white phosphorus incendiary bombs.

This is a war that does not need to consider consumption, nor does it need to worry about accidentally hurting innocent compatriots. The artillerymen's eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot, and they pressed the button in a hearty scream.

Various heavy firepower weapons were vented in the garden. This was the revenge anger of the people of the empire after suffering from chaos.

In the face of these attacks, the Nurgle army also launched its own defense facilities. The catapults that fired rotten flesh and the huge arks with pus growing on them fought with the Imperial fleet in the sky.

No matter how rotten these weapons looked, no one dared to underestimate their power.

These were the external manifestations of Nurgle's divine power, and their lethality was extremely amazing.

The rotten flesh made the force field of the Imperial warship flicker. If it were not for the protection of the mental force field, it would probably be broken soon.

A large amount of green smoke exploded in the air, carrying uncleanness and blasphemy. The steel was infected, and pustules grew and rotted, and disgusting demons emerged from them.

"For the Empire! For the compatriots who have suffered! For the glorious Lord of Destruction!"

Efilar spread out dozens of meters of flaming wings behind her, and she flew high in the sky. The calm nun in the past also roared with anger at this moment.

She held up the dozens-meter-long Sky Eagle Banner of Destiny. With the infusion of endless spiritual power, the golden light emanating from the golden double-headed eagle with extraordinary characteristics was enough to illuminate an entire star region.

The miasma and poisonous clouds that had always covered the sky above the garden were pierced by the golden light, as if a golden sun was rising in a desperate world.

All the battlefields where the Empire and the Nurgle Demon Army fought, and all the Empire soldiers fighting in the garden were protected by the golden light.

Bathed in the golden light, the fatigue of the loyal soldiers of the Empire was dispelled, their trance spirits were firmed again, and courage flowed continuously in their chests like an inexhaustible spring.

And the Nurgle Demon Army covered by the thick golden light, these Nurgle demons who had long been accustomed to pain, now let out miserable cries. On their blasphemous demon bodies, burnt and smelly black smoke rose.

Under the power of the living demigod, the Nurgle army could only withstand the light of the golden double-headed eagle and slowly move forward in extreme pain, singing tragic hymns loudly.

The Nurgle Vanguard took the rusty, mossy, and pus-oozing horn and dragged his rotten body to the creeping hill.

On his rotten and mucus-stained face, he had a filthy smile.

There were three pus-oozing eyeballs on the face of this Nurgle Vanguard. Three - a beautiful number, like seven, is a number blessed by Nurgle.

This is a symbol of its favor and a proof of its father's love for it.

The Nurgle Vanguard solemnly cleared his throat. It took out its throat and carefully cleaned the mucus and flies on it to ensure that it could make the loudest sound later.

After cleaning, he put the horn to his mouth. After the stinking airflow was blown out, a huge sound wave broke out from the rotten horn. The turbid and greasy sound resounded in the battlefield, causing nausea and discomfort in people's souls.

Along with the sound of the huge horn, one hand after another broke through the rotten earth made of flesh and blood in the garden.

Those palms were full of pustules and smelly epidermis. They struggled to pull open the earth full of rotten flesh and squeezed out their unbearable facial features.

Those buried in the garden were warriors who had fought against the plague. They had fought against the devil with unyielding will. Now they were buried in the rotten flesh of the garden and became nutrients for corrupt plants.

They also became a part of the triple curse of death, decay, and rebirth.

They cried loudly as soon as they appeared.

Nurgle was merciful. Even if they were buried in the garden, they never completely took their lives. Even their consciousness was preserved.

They remembered every minute and every second of their time in the rotten underground, and how the plague raged in their own world. In the mercy of Nurgle, they suffered eternal despair and eternal torture.

They were defeated by Nurgle, wandering on the edge of life and death forever, never reaching the other side of death, and unable to truly live.

They were forced to fight for Nurgle, passing on endless despair to every enemy they met.

"The lackeys of the abominable, the humble people of the mortal realm dared to set foot in the heaven of the plague god!"

In the sound of the horn, a great unclean tore through the jungle of the garden. It was attracted by the sound of the plague horn and became furious after seeing the scene of the destruction of the garden.

Although it was not ranked high among Nurgle's favored ones.

The great unclean lifted the intestines flowing out of its stomach. Through the cracks in its stomach, it could see the Nurglings gnawing on the rotten flesh and blood in the body of the great unclean, making a giggling sound.

It held a huge bone club in its hand, and walked towards the Empire's army while cursing angrily.

The bone club in its hand was waving, and the power contained in it was difficult for even the Primaris Space Marines to stop it.

With just one blow, a Space Marine was knocked out.

The heavy power armor of this warrior belonging to the Blood Angels was shattered in an instant, and he was urgently taken away from the battlefield by the Blood Angels beside him.

"Children, stop these mortals, look at these rude guys, don't let them destroy the masterpiece of the loving father!"

After dispersing the surrounding Imperial troops, the Great Unclean One shouted to the Nurgle Demon Army behind him.

The Great Unclean One, who was known for his good temper, was furious at this moment. No son of Nurgle could tolerate these mortals who trampled on the garden.

Because of his huge and bloated body, the Great Unclean One walked very slowly, but no one could stop his pace.

He felt that infinite power was growing from the flesh and blood earth under his feet. Being in the realm of Nurgle, as a great demon of Nurgle, he could exert power that was unimaginable for mortals.

The huge body like a mountain smashed down the huge bone stick in his hand, and a mortal star army squad was immediately smashed into meat paste.

The broken bones and blood flowed together into the flesh and blood earth of the garden.

The Great Unclean One slaughtered twenty-two squads in a row, and twenty-two deep pits overflowing with human blood were all masterpieces of its power. Just as it was about to continue to wreak havoc,

In the sky, a black shadow appeared, and the tall body fell to the ground with endless red flames.

In the flames, endless fighting spirit instantly ignited this battlefield. The moment Dukel appeared, he saw the imperial warriors killed by the demons, and the angry flames rose instantly.

"Seven plagues, seven blessings, seven curses, this is the garden of Nurgle, you lackeys of the cursed are not welcome!"

The Great Unclean One roared in the scorching flames, waving his bone stick and smashing it heavily at the primarch who had just landed.

"Bang!——"

The original power of the High Heaven was poured into Dukel's body, and his body became taller than the Great Unclean One. The attacking bone stick was smashed by his punch and was instantly destroyed, completely disappearing in the hands of the Great Unclean One.

Then Dukel stepped forward and kicked the Great Unclean One in front of him to the ground.

"Garden of Nurgle? Can't your rotten eyeballs see this dazzling Imperial flag?!"

The Primarch's iron boots stepped on the Great Unclean One, and he roared indignantly - in his roar with anger, the Great Unclean One's thick skin gradually cracked, and the flesh and blood carbonized under the scorching fire, like a burnt potato.

The roaring sound made the flesh and blood earth crack continuously, and this rich garden dried up in an instant, like a riverbed under the scorching sun.

In the roar, Dukel punched the Great Unclean One's charred head into its chest, took out its intestines from the crack in its stomach, and strangled it to death on the spot.

"No matter whose territory this was, as long as the Imperial flag is planted, this place belongs to the Empire!"

"Listen up, you dirty fellows. This is the Empire's territory!"

"Now, get out of our garden!"

Dukel drew out the Bloodthirsty Chainsaw Sword, which was dripping with demon blood, and chopped at the nearby Nurgle demons that had invaded the garden.

Under his power, the storm of flames gathered, like a giant tornado connecting the sky and the earth. All the demons caught in it were turned into ashes in an instant.

Under his slaughter, the number of demons was rapidly reduced.

Suddenly,

"Boom!——"

The garden where the Imperial Legion was located, the vast flesh and blood land, seemed to have completely revived life, and it was visibly alive.

The earth was wriggling and shaking, and the foul-smelling pus was like a rushing river, sweeping towards here again.

At this time, Dukel saw a huge figure with antlers, taller than the top of the mountain, slowly walking towards him.

The face hidden in the miasma cloud spoke slowly like thunder,

"I am Rotigus the Rainfather, the second of Nurgle's favored ones."

Once there was a god who traveled thousands of miles between the mortal world and the Holy Land, just to spread the kindness of a kind father.

The land squirmed because of his generosity, livestock gave birth to deformed cubs, all living creatures screamed, and slippery liquid covered the earth. Plants and animals swelled and twisted with strange fertility, and dirty floods rose and fell endlessly, washing the unclean earth.

As Nurgle's torrential rains endlessly beat on his hooded head, he hummed a faint dirge in the rain.

"Enjoy the magnificent scenery of Nurgle's garden. The budding fleshy flowers, the land covered with mold. There is no splendor without flaws. Nurgle is a true artist. Compared with my lord, Tzeentch is just a troublemaker, and the young Slaanesh is just a playboy. We don't even bother to deal with Khorne's narrow-minded and barbaric temper."

Generous Rotigus opened his fat arms, and his huge body, which was enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the top of the mountains, welcomed the arrival of the Imperial Legion like a hospitable host.

The sky was squirming like an indigestion intestine, and thick raindrops were splashed all over the garden. The morbid storm swirled around him, and the Great Unclean One swayed in thunderous laughter,

"Welcome to the beautiful garden of the kind father, the little toys of the cursed."

After seeing the other party appear, the original power of the High Heaven continued to pour into Duk'er's body. He walked slowly towards the other party. As he moved forward, his figure became taller and taller. When he walked to the 22nd step, his strength was extended and his stature was even greater than the other party.

The completely spread flames burned everything in the garden red. All the strange phenomena that appeared with the rain father Rotigus, whether it was the turbid rain pouring down or the slippery land flowing with floods. They were all burned and destroyed by the flames.

"Haha, another invader." Duke looked down at the other party,

"I hope you can make me happy, challenger."