Chapter 116: Garden of Nurgle
South of the Isthmus of Lustria, beneath the dense vegetation of the Creeping Forest.
The "fat giant rat" Sfeko pushed away the soil with trepidation, shook his huge rat head, and shook off the dead leaves and black mud.
After meeting his men, he immediately fled the clan territory.
This is due to its excellent sense of crisis. It does not want to be bitten into pieces by the "Scales of Destruction".
It turned out to be the right thing to do! There has been no more news from the clan, and it seems that they did not escape the destruction.
Dozens of clan rats came out from the shadows of the jungle and surrounded Sfeko who was peeking out from underground.
The warlord recognized his subordinates among them and used bluffs to keep them loyal.
The faint and hollow voice of praise was heard by the warlord as the clan rats approached.
"You are the harbinger of doom!"
"You are the God of Shadow!"
"The Immortal Unifier! The Ancient God!"
Sfeko's hair stood up like a fluffy ball covered in shit and urine.
In a trance, Sfeko saw through the tree branches a winged demon towering into the night sky.
The ratman warlord subconsciously chanted along with the clan rats, the clarity and alertness in his eyes completely disappeared.
…
Bilak laughed wildly between reality and the demonic realm, and accepted the allegiance of the rat-man warlord.
A gaze that made the devil's heart shiver came from the Demon Realm, and Bilak looked back nervously.
The Chaos Demon Realm was getting farther and farther away from it, so it failed to notice the tiny transparent figure that flashed by in the bizarre floating continent behind it.
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The Garden of Nurgle, a paradise where time has lost its meaning.
"Flu Master" Sashab led the Nurgle demon army back from the invisible wasteland with his head down.
Distracted by its focus on the Mortal Realms, it botched the mission assigned to it by its loving father... to capture the demon hunters roaming the Chaos Realm.
A shadowy hunter who assassinated a Great Unclean One not long ago using some kind of compound venom.
This angered the loving father, and it was the first time that Sashaber saw his loving father's smile break down.
The wrath of the True God caused the Chaos Demon Realm to tremble seven times.
Sashab knew who it was, and it was confident that it could trap the Shadowless One.
But it accidentally chatted with its fellow villager for a while longer, and before it could react, its mind was trapped in the maze of the ancient sage.
And it was on its way to an ambush.
By the time it severed its connection with the mortal realm and broke free from the maze, its target had already disappeared.
Sassab slowly stepped into the living swamp of black stars and dying stars, the center of Nurgle's Garden, a decaying galaxy formed by countless majestic nebulae.
All glory and hope perished here, and the wails and screams of mortals in countless worlds echoed in the void.
From time to time, powerful civilizations suddenly collapsed, blooming into insignificant sparks in front of the Prince of Nurgle, and disappearing in a flash.
Instead, various flus and plagues spread among the ruins of civilization.
At the bottom of all galaxies, in the center of infinite darkness, in the manor of the loving father.
An infinite, invisible, fat and thin giant being slowly climbed upwards.
He is like a wisp of smoke, or like a concentrated sea of oil, slowly spreading upwards.
The despair, death, stagnation, decay, and everything that remains unchanged in the universe are only embellishments on His body.
The smoke was decorated with dead, cold, sun-like eyes, and a gaping mouth that seemed to want to swallow the entire sea of stars.
His fingers reached into the void like a comet. Countless bright moons were crushed under the incredible volume, and the stars were extinguished.
During the climb, the supreme master of life cheerfully conveyed joy, and all the dead silence was bathed in new life.
The laughter of the Lord of All shook the Crystal Labyrinth outside the Garden of Nurgle, causing the equally great beings within to scream in irritation.
Sashabo didn't know what had happened to make the two true gods lose their composure like this.
Through the sharp echo that seemed to come from the beginning of the universe, Prince Nurgle felt a thought.
'Throw it out!'
Contrary to expectations, Sashaber was not punished after his return.
Prince Nurgle did not investigate further. He took advantage of the surge in magic in the real world and, with the help of a small flu, turned his attention to the mortal realm again.
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In the colonies around the Isthmus of Lustria, a dull voice sounded in the ears of the colonists.
Then, a non-lethal flu began to spread.
…
The first rays of dawn spread in the morning clouds. Lin Qi walked out of the rainforest coldly, and the salty and humid sea breeze blew on his body that was almost as tall as a building.
Without covering up or disguising himself, Lynch was unwilling to show weakness to the ants.
These are not opponents worth taking seriously, even if they are numerous.
There was no tactical plan. The plan was simple. Lynch would defeat the enemy's main force. If they fled into the rainforest, the lizards who had been ambushed would kill them.
If they dive into the ocean, the storm that the Archmage is directing will serve as the final fireworks show for the guests at sea.
The only problem is... the colonies of the hot-blooded species are too scattered to be wiped out all at once.
On the coast, the Marauder sentinel, who had just woken up from a hangover, looked confusedly through his telescope at the slowly approaching Lizardmen.
After a long pause, he finally remembered to ring the alarm.
"Enemy attack!"
The shrill and hesitant scream broke the sleeper's sweet dream.
The sleepy explorer, wearing a robe, walked out of the tent where the lizard's torso was hung.
The leader of the expedition put on his armor, loaded his musket with gunpowder, and pushed open the decorative strings of skink teeth in front of the door.
He shouted loudly to the soldiers on guard:
"How many enemies are there? In which direction are they?"
"Uh… one, one, just south of here."
"Idiot! I'm going to skin you alive..."
Before the mercenary leader could vent his anger for being woken up, a thunderous sound exploded in the south, waking everyone up.
The sturdy and heavy wooden door shattered into sawdust all over the sky. The sentry on the tower screamed and drew a parabola in the air, splashing white pulp and blood when he landed.
The mercenaries who were closer to the south gate of the camp looked at the uninvited behemoth with trepidation, their lower clothes wet from instinctive excretion.
The red mist of minced meat and blood reminded the gold diggers to fight back.
The sporadic gunshots turned into a continuous roar, and the arrows pierced the blood-stained air and were bounced off by the light white scales along with the gunpowder.
The red fog enveloped half of the camp in the blink of an eye, and the hastily formed battle formation of humans was vulnerable to the brute force that could break steel.
Lynch moved like lightning between the tents built with lizard skins, stirring up waves of blood at will.
With one claw, Lynch crushed the leader's head and ignored the soldiers who fled into the jungle. He found a dark purple rose made of flesh and blood in his stomach.
Smelling the faint evil scent in the air, Lynch broke into the mercenary leader's tent and found two frightened women.
They had pretty faces, but there were a few spikes growing faintly on their bodies and a pair of barely visible horns on their heads.
(End of this chapter)
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