Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

The political commissar sister who had the most chess pieces under her command and was also the vanguard of Hammer Lao's attack calmly commanded her mixed force of Custodes, Space Marines, and Astra Militarum, advancing in an orderly manner, and any Nurgle monster-no matter a single Or in groups--they were no match for his troops. Some dying Nurgle creations try to climb onto these seemingly mortal things in order to use their last strength to bestow their fatherly love on these outsiders in the most intense way. However, once they come into contact with these chess pieces, they will Discovered that if they come into contact with these pure things, the incomplete ones will only get a more painful death.

"We will talk about the aesthetics of Douya when we meet Douya in the future - what I am more concerned about now is that Big E said that if we burn a field that allows his power to penetrate in the form of 40K, he will be able to use his spell. The Bound Legion is coming, how long do you think it will take for us to reach the target?"

I originally thought I could use my white scar chess pieces to gallop happily on the battlefield, but the environment in Nurgle Garden was so touching that I had to lead my white scar chess pieces on foot to fight. Abathur's tone was vague. Resentment lingers. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

"Looking at the sky, I guess the clouds above our heads have all been burned to gold. What Big E said is almost up to standard."

Still using the Rogue Trader chess piece as his descendant, Silence's power sword smashed the head of a Plague Carrier whose fingers could still move slightly. He raised his head and looked at the sky above their heads - he remembered that they had just stepped into When Nurgle was speaking, the color of the sky above their heads was dim and rotten, but now, a ray of golden light had broken through the dark clouds.

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Pain, crying, sadness.

In his rotting hut, the Lord of All Things is rubbing the intestines that fell out of his belly, sighing one after another. Even the new plague that has been boiling in its cauldron cannot attract its attention. Power - when the hammermen's chessmen stepped into its garden, and slaughtered its descendants without any scruples, and burned its creations, Nurgle already felt the pain - at first, the Plague Father thought that this was It was just an ordinary war, and soon these outsiders who entered his territory would become part of its vibrant garden. However, after it discovered that a sore on its intestines had been permanently 'healed', As the oldest god of darkness, Nurgle realized that something was wrong...

Doesn't this kind of power belong to that guy? But why could that guy step into his own territory without warning?

"Quack, quack, stagnant guy! You were actually chosen to be the first one, the first one! You actually became its opponent in the first war after it took that step! This is a new and gorgeous one in the endless changes. Ring, worth remembering and recording!”

What's worse is that someone it hates especially comes to the door.

"Usurper, what are you talking about?"

Although Nurgle and Tzeentch are destined to be mortal enemies due to conceptual issues, Nurgle, who knows that this guy's thinking circuit is always messy, suddenly sent a message to himself, who definitely didn't have anything to do and wanted to laugh at himself, while arranging the nearby big magic point. He raised an army and went to the burned area of ​​the garden to defend against foreign enemies, while speaking hoarsely.

"I mean - great game! Great game! The Fifth has entered the game! Didn't you notice? You didn't realize that burning your garden is the power of the Fifth! He wants territory! He wants the Warp in the territory!”

Tzeentch's shrill laughter echoed in Nurgle's hut, and Nurgle, who understood what Tzeentch had said, even stopped arranging his own intestines.

"He...impossible, his body is obviously still imprisoned in reality! He did not hold up that seat!"

"But it is what it is! He found a way! A way for him to exist in two identities at the same time! It's fun! It's fun! I want to see it! I want to see it! - quack quack!!"

The laughter of the Demon Bird God slowly became smaller, and was finally suppressed by the grunting voice in the Plague Cauldron, and disappeared. Nurgle, who felt that he had roughly understood what kind of trouble he had encountered, sat cross-legged and stared at Green bubbles slowly floated up one after another in the pot. After thinking for a long time, he let out a chuckle.

My new 'brother' has taken the initiative to visit me. As a host, how can I not treat him warmly?

23. Battle of Nurgle’s Garden—Nurgle’s Vanguard

All things are corrupt and all living beings are immortal.

For the demons created by the great and loving father Nurgle, in the fragrant and vibrant garden created by their grandfather god, death has never been the word that represents the end - even the confused mortal souls trapped in the rotten soil of the garden will die in the garden of kindness. Under the benevolent gaze of the Father, I was given the opportunity to sprout and blossom from the fertile land again and again, and finally happily joined them, not to mention that they were originally created by Grandfather God himself!

Therefore, when the rusty bell hanging on the tall rotten gallows tree covered with climbing vines rang seven dying sounds under the shaking of a group of Nurglings, the sound of the bell enveloped the area. The Nurgle creations collectively put down their work and moved as fast as they could, 'Slow

The Tuntun's gathered under the shade of the gallows tree which was ringing the bells, and instinctively formed a huge array with seven as the vertical and horizontal array, and then decomposed into seven pieces, standing in an orderly manner. In the sewage sludge that constantly gushes out from the ground - in the aftertaste of the bells, even the Nurglings who like to play most clumsily find a place to stand, waiting for the sacredness of the Lord of all things. instruct.

"My children..."

As the last ray of the bell disappeared in the thick air that was moist and full of putrid smell, Nurgle's voice rumbled like muffled thunder. Under the echo of the words of the God of Chaos, seven huge pieces of rotten liquid The lake suddenly emerged above the ground, and the branches and leaves of the seven big trees withered and merged into the soil. At the moment when these big trees completely disappeared, seven heavy rains fell from the sky, causing the life in the garden to begin rapidly and morbidly. Reproduction - the cycle of life and death, is best interpreted in the great power of Grandfather God. The demons shed tears of joy because of the grace of the Lord of all things.

"My brother - the new brother, his men stepped into my garden and burned it - but it was not the children's fault, they were just following my brother's orders and doing this It’s just a matter of time. Go and embrace my brothers’ subordinates, erase the wounds on their bodies, heal the anger in their hearts, lead them to this beautiful garden, and let them have a place where they can be calm and peaceful. A peaceful place to rest.”

After looking around sadly at his children who were about to go on an expedition, the voice of God Nurgle sounded like thunder in the corrupted garden again. Hearing that his father-god had such expectations for his children, the morale of everyone from the Great Unclean One to the smallest Nurgling greatly increased - the Great Unclean One laughed and slapped his chest, saying to The Lord of All Things made a declaration that victory would definitely come. The Nurgle beasts jumped up and down, happy that they were about to make more good friends. The Nurgle demons riding Nurgle flies waved their hands vigorously. Weapons, vowing to turn all beings who dare to hinder the dream of Grandfather God into fertilizer for the garden. The Nurglings even smiled and combined them into various runes or emblems praising Nurgle, showing them to their creator. The feeling of pure joy!

"Go ahead, kids."

The muffled thunderous sound faded away, and the seven heavy rains that slowly stopped merged into the thick air, turning into an airtight and sticky miserable green mist, tightly surrounding Nurgle's demonic army. Above the sky, seven pieces filled with The uneasy dark gray clouds also floated quietly, blocking the light of the dying false sun for the expeditioners. Feeling Grandfather God's care and expectation for his children, the Great Unclean One who led the team shook the triple bell in his hand and let out a laugh that even made the mist tremble slightly.

"Let's go! Brothers, let's go meet our new brothers!"

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"Although I have already anticipated that we might encounter such a scene, it is too spectacular."

The God's Chosen looked at the holographic battle map floating in front of him, and pointed blankly at Nurgle's reaction in the distance, which was crushing towards them in a 'block' manner. His tone was full of astonishment - before In the real world, the strongest subspace demon response they had ever encountered was the armies of Tzeentch and Slaanesh they faced one after another in Udal, which was almost transformed into the demon world. At that time, the Chosen One felt That scene was shocking, but now, in Nurgle's garden, the Chosen One realized something deeply.

The Four Gods of Chaos are in their home court, and their troops are really just a handful!

"Seven Great Unclean Ones, each leading seven Nurgle standard phalanxes. Each Nurgle phalanx consists of seventy-seven times seventy-seven Nurgle demons - yes, Nurgle The evil spirits and the Nurgle beasts that came to play with them don't count - the fog lingering around their phalanx is the seven-fold cursed fog composed of Nurgle's wind and plague mist. Once mortals touch this fog, they will be You will get seven random Nurgle diseases in seven seconds. Existences in the subspace will be greatly weakened when they encounter this fog. The clouds above their phalanx are clouds of seven blessings. Under this cloud, Nurgle's demons will gain more powerful vitality because of Nurgle's power, can recover wounds that cannot be recovered under normal circumstances, and can exert stronger power, even if Nurgle does not exist..."

The political commissar shrugged as she read the information displayed on the floating window in front of her. A word came out.

"They will be deprived of almost the same vitality and strength in equal proportions."

"Sister Political Commissar, where did you find this information?"

They are tossing around arranging the positions of their Gray Knight chess pieces so that they can cooperate with their Imperial Fist chess pieces after the battle. They use the simple gadgets collected on the ground and the defense lines established by the chess pieces themselves to exert the strongest combat effectiveness. Liang Feifan turned to look at the political commissar sister, his head full of questions.

".....Aren't you willing to click a few more times on the floating window in front of you?"

The descendant of the political commissar sister tilted her head slightly. Although the face of his chess piece was hidden behind the helmet, the other hammer guys felt a "speechless" sense of déjà vu from the political commissar sister.

"——Halo field, home field advantage, right? Does the white land we have created now count as home field?"

Holding a motorcycle

Abathur's white-scarred chess piece touched his chin, and then raised his head to look at the golden halo that had condensed into pieces above their heads.

"Maybe it counts? But even if it doesn't count, we have no way out now."

Egg calmly let his chessmen pull out the defense line. At the same time, he asked the far-fire troops to start correcting their position towards the Nurgle jungle in the distance. Looking at Egg's actions, the political commissar sister smiled slightly and asked the Emperor's Poison to sit down. The blade also slowly rotated.

"Indeed, so let us give these Nurgle evil creatures a big surprise!"

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Things shouldn't be like this!

How could things be like this!

Why did things become like this... Obviously I have been blessed by the great grandfather God, and I have obviously had the opportunity to make more good brothers. When these two joys are condensed together, it is natural that they should be able to produce endless happiness. The happiness of the breath cycle is the happiness, and what you get should be the laughter like waves. But, why did things become like this?

"Gu-gua!!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Uh-um-ah!!!"

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

——These are the things that are lingering in the thoughts of most of the Nurgle demons in the array. When the seven layers of cursed fog lingering around the Nurgle demon army were roughly thinned out by the first round of long-range bombardment by the hammer guys, When the super-heavy weapon strike that followed was weakened by the remaining seven layers of cursed fog and the seven layers of blessing clouds in the sky, it still penetrated the array of the Nurgle demon army. When it was caused by lasers or artillery shells, The Nurgle demons knocked to the ground by the spreading impact shook their heads and got up. As a result, they all found that the brothers who were hit by the red star were either in a state of missing arms and legs that could not be recovered, or even more tragically, they had been wiped out and returned to Asia. The great circulation of space - the entire Nurgle demon army was suddenly in chaos with howls. It is true that all Nurgle demons know that as long as they are not in the arms of their own father, they will be in contact with other demons elsewhere in the subspace. When the demon army fights, it is possible for them as demons to be 'killed', but such death is actually the cycle of power of the creator god who loses all consciousness and returns to himself. However, now, their brothers have been turned into ashes in the domain of their father god. Not only has they been turned into ashes, but their essence has even been inserted into the great circulation of subspace? ?

"Dang-dang-dang--we haven't lost many brothers and sisters, maintain the array! Don't forget what Grandfather God expects of us!!"

However, the chaos of the Nurgle demons only lasted for a short while. As the Great Unclean One who led the team decisively shook the bell in his hand, he released a powerful plague spell, causing Nurgle's mist to swarm out. The whirlpool of flies that emerged became thicker, and after forcibly resisting most of the power of the second wave of bombardment, the panicked Nurgle demons, stimulated by their love for their grandfather god, reorganized their array.

"Haha - let's move on - um??"

Suddenly, a feeling that he had never experienced before surged into the heart of the Great Unclean One, causing the powerful Nurgle Demon to involuntarily raise his head and look at the sky - the next moment, it couldn't help but regret it. This behavior was because it saw a scene, a scene that was theoretically absolutely impossible in the realm of Nurgle - several golden clouds were frantically hitting the cloud of blessings from the loving father. Every time they hit, The cloud of blessing from the loving father will be weakened by a small piece. With every impact, it seems to hear a sigh from the loving father.

"The great Lord of all things is above..."

However, before the Great Unclean One could seriously lament how the scene it saw did not conform to the logic of Nurgle's realm, there was a heavy knocking sound that was low but seemed to contain some kind of truth. It came from afar, reaching directly into the hearing systems of these Nurgle demons.

The sound is - thirteen.

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"...."

The majestic body stood next to the rusty crucible, covered with moss and fungi.

The spoon in his hand slowly stirred the rich liquid that was still bubbling in the crucible.

The newly born Nurglings ran and played happily on the mountain, and tried to use their methods to make their father god happy.

However, Nurgle remained silent, not even smiling.

'My children, my children...'

For a God of Chaos, his domain and all its demons are in fact part of it. Therefore, when the Hammermen used a round of artillery bombardment to completely eliminate a bunch of completely unsuspecting Nurgle demons, When it was wiped away from the realm of dirt, the kind Father God naturally felt the twisted pain, and when its blessing cloud was repeatedly tossed and rubbed, the Lord of all things felt even more 'fresh' To a bad feeling.

‘How could He be so strong? What exactly is His power? Did He really accomplish what was simply impossible, just as the usurper said? ’

Although the current losses suffered by Nurgle can be said to be minimal, in some sense, it is a loss to the God of Life.

Loss is not considered a loss, but such a thing that goes against the logic of the great subspace game still makes the God of Darkness crazily outline various answers in his mind, and then frantically eliminates these answers.

"Hahaha - the rotten one! Did you hear that voice? It seems that you have to learn from me! Learn from me!!!"

Just when Nurgle was trying to use the knowledge he possessed to reason about the state of the cursed man, the voice of the guy he hated the most sounded in its ears again - just as Tzeentch said In other words, this God of Chaos, with change as one of his core concepts, has been observing the current state of Nurgle's domain with interest, enjoying his own powerlessness in the face of new changes. However, the worst thing is that Nurgle also knows that You must accept such changes - even if it goes against your own concept of stagnation!

"I do not want."

Realizing what Tzeentch's words meant to learn from him, Nurgle stopped stirring, allowing it to successfully consume yet another pot of plague stew.

"You have to, quack quack! Or? Let me face His stuff! I like this change! Like it!!!"

"No! This is my domain! You are not allowed to enter my domain! My children will make the changes brought about by Him come to nothing! They will!"

Nurgle was furious, and Tzeentch laughed wildly. This feeling of having the upper hand over his old enemy made the Demonic Bird God so happy that it raised its impermanent hand and bestowed powerful blessings on nine mortal people. ——Under normal circumstances, offering it a powerful blessing that even the souls of the entire world might not be able to receive!

"Then keep performing! Things that are rotten and stagnant! I hope your field can continue to be so 'prosperous' after everything is over!"

24. Battle of Nurgle's Garden - Clash of Troops

When he was stabbed into his abdomen by the Heavenly Punishment Force Field weapon of the Gray Knight in front of him, a large section of his intestines was removed along with the maggots squirming inside, the fungi adhering to it, and the bacteria that relied on this section of intestine to survive. When the Nurgling spirit inside is not yet formed and is burned to ashes. When the rotgut was hit by lasers, explosive bombs, and even worse things that followed the weapon wielded by the gray knight, a wave of power that frightened it was injected into its body, causing its When my mind fell into a trance. The newly born Nurgle Demon couldn't help but recall the magnificence of the Father God's Garden that he had witnessed when he was just born——

The mud is churning, the garden is fragrant, fungi are thriving, insects and ants are swimming around, Nurgle beasts are playing happily in the water, and Nurgle spirits are jumping in the shades of trees, singing energetically about the greatness of Nurgle and praising the unyielding life - and, When the great grandfather god is boiling gifts for those mortals, he will always take the time to penetrate the thick cloud of life with his sight, covering every corner of the garden fairly - every time, all kinds of... All kinds of blessings will always grow and flourish in the garden, allowing all beings living in this garden to feel its love for them - if this is not the ultimate interpretation of all beauty, where else can the word beauty be interpreted?

But now?

"Um--quack--ah!!!!"

After a brief period of beautiful memories, the rottengut escaped from the trance and looked at the miserable scene in front of it, which was 10,000 times worse than hell for it. The throat that had been burned away mostly let out the sound of a wounded beast involuntarily. The kind of shrill wailing sound that only exists - look what the garden here has become now? All the fertile silt has been turned into ashes. The air is no longer filled with the smell of vitality but the smell of burnt life that has been ruthlessly ended and then burned. What reaches its ears is no longer the laughter of the Nurglings. Instead of the laughter and laughter of their dying cries, even the sky, even the sky above! ! ! !

The clouds that their loving father gave them protection have dissipated very little!

"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this!!! The loving father obviously welcomes you to join our big family, and the great grandfather God has even forgiven you for your mistakes when you first arrived! Why are you still doing this? Do!!"

The rotgut is crying, the rotgut is scolding, the rotgut is holding up its weapon regardless of its already riddled body, the rotgut is longing for an answer - they clearly come to accept them with love and kindness. These are the uninvited guests who have stepped into the father's garden. They are obviously here to welcome these uninvited guests and become their new brothers! Why do these uninvited guests not only show no gratitude to Grandfather God, but instead persist in burning Grandfather God’s favorite garden? Why do these uninvited guests not only rudely reject the embrace of the creatures in Nurgle's Garden, but also massacre them in the most cruel way?

"My answer is one word - death."

Because the rotten intestine carbuncle had shed too many tears and even hung out of his eyeballs, the azure blue giant sword wrapped with psychic energy in the hands of the Gray Knight who was facing him suddenly burst into flames. The flames turned into a storm of vengeance surrounding the Gray Knight in an instant. Before Rot Gut Carbuncle could make any move or use a thought to mobilize the wind of corruption lingering around it, this vengeful hurricane had already swept it in.

Between breaths, there is only ashes left.

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"It's done, it's done! Let's kill the first big bad guy.

The pure one! ! ! "

Liang Feifan, who controlled his Gray Knight's descending body, said a cool line, and performed a big move, successfully sending away the rotten intestine. He looked at the changes in points jumping on the floating panel in front of him, and felt that he was swinging. The movements of the Heavenly Punishment Force Field Sword were much smoother - before, after careful observation, I determined the quantity and quality of the incoming Nurgle demon army, and also determined that their chess pieces could perform well in this subspace environment. After their combat effectiveness was stronger than in the real world, the Hammers quickly formulated a super empire combat plan-the IG resistance line plus provided fire coverage, and the regular Astartes intercepted the enemy's charging troops and deeply attacked the enemy's elite troops. Node, while providing precise fire cover, the oil guys are responsible for battlefield maintenance and key fire projection - and other special units, such as the Forbidden Forces, Gray Knights, and Assassins?

Behead! Behead! Or TM’s beheading! As long as the seven great unclean ones who take the lead are eliminated, the remaining Nurgle stuff will definitely be only slightly better than the mob!

"I'm almost here. The name of this Great Unclean One is Ulcer... To be honest, naming the ordinary great demons of the Nurgle family is really tasteless. You can probably tell what it is at a glance. Stuff.”

With the help of Iverson's Assassin descending body and the cooperation of other Assassin Court chess pieces, and the cover of a team of elite Ultramarines Astartes, Gu violently tore at the head of a Great Unclean One and punched the head. His right hand, which was still stubbornly resisting, was smashed into pieces. He raised his gun and sent the ammunition that should have been 'replaced' just now into this big demon. It looked like it was all in a ball. In his confused mind, with a short exhalation, the body of the Nurgle Demon began to burst into golden fire.

"Originally, Big E's power has the ability to completely destroy demons in the real world. Isn't this ability still able to be strengthened in the subspace? So Father N must have suffered a lot after we messed with him this time?"

Since the chess pieces he brought were all fancy, the God of Choice, who was still squatting in the middle and rear of the battle line, was waving the chainsword in his hand and casually killing the Nurgle demons that had rushed into the battle line. Chatting leisurely with other hammer guys - well, compared to the group of other hammer guys who use powerful chess pieces as descendants and then rush to behead them and play a kind of unparalleled mixed soul game, God's Choice is indeed He is a very laid-back person.

"At least judging from the rapid increase in points, that's the case."

The political commissar sister who temporarily replaced her descended body with a veteran of the Forbidden Forces held the weapon in her hand. Under the cover of other Forbidden Army chess pieces and a team of Iron Hand Terminators around her, she calmly pressed down a Nurgle demon and slashed - this As its name suggests, the Nurgle Demon with the name Rotunda on its head has a gray color that is different from other Nurgle Demons. It is also covered with swollen and tough skin that constantly leaks pus, which makes it very defensive. It performs better than its brothers, so much so that the political commissar sister who uses the power of the Imperial Army has only now cut it into the killing stage.

"Then will Father N activate all the Garden of Nurgle things later - such as the big demon of seven to the seventh power - to give us points... Ah no, he will try to invade us Or, at least banish us from the garden?"

A group of white-scarred chess pieces galloped on the battlefield, accurately dividing the weakest areas of the Nurgle demon army, causing many Nurgle demons to beat them to death, and finally all died in the golden flames. Abathur roared He was talking nonsense while driving the engine of the locomotive, and laughing like a real White-Scarred Astartes, he crashed into the group of Nurgle fly cavalry rushing towards them in front - and with lightning speed, he covered his ears. The momentum crossed them and when Abathur's tail flicked towards another firefighting area again, the Nurgle cavalry group that had just collided with his White Scar team was already lying 'peacefully' on the dusty ground. On the ground, smoke started to rise little by little.

"... If it really comes with so many monsters, we might not be able to handle it, so we can only deal with it. However, I unilaterally think that Father N won't do it like this. It has mobilized all its troops, so what else can we do? It would be strange for the three families not to kill the snake but to have fun with it in its territory!”

He advanced and retreated with his group of chess pieces, and went out with a lot of silent swords and guns that were being fought by the Plague Bearers. He simply sent the Nurgle scribe in front of him, who thought he had enough defense, back to the subspace cycle, and then Throwing out a melta grenade and wiping out a dozen plague carriers and the Nurglings who followed them foolishly, Abathur took over what he was saying.

"This is subspace - eternal chaos - Lord Lich, pull back your Krieg troops and don't overshoot. This is the realm of Nurgle, and the Krieg style is not very good."

"oh."

Since he has always been the only chess piece with Krieg, the Lich Lord, who had been forced to squat on the Queen of Glory's carrot in the previous activities, was very frustrated to drive his war horse and let his Krieg Death Cavalry Regiment Don't rush into the depths of the Nurgle Demons - in fact, he really wanted to see if he could cut through the legions of Nurgle Demons in one wave...

"So Nurgle really watched us slaughter all his subordinates... Well, according to N's father's style, should I say his family and pets? And by the way, we burned down his garden bit by bit. ——What we destroyed cannot be restored!"

He is leading his subordinates

Under the cover of his own Imperial Fist chess piece, the Gray Knight chess piece rushed towards another Nurgle Demon. Liang Feifan raised the weapon in his hand, smashed a Nurgle Demon of who knows what kind to dust on the spot, and then casually With a swing of the Heavenly Punishment Force Field Sword, the piece of Plague Carrier burned like a hot knife cutting through butter. Several Nurglings tried to escape in panic, but were crushed one by one by the Gray Knight chess pieces behind them.

"Then it depends on what Father N thinks - ha! Take a shot from me! Devil!"

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"No! No! How is it like this... Why? Why is it like this?"

Next to the huge crucible that was rarely boiling with plague medicine, the normally cheerful Grandfather God was leaning on a cane that looked dead, but had diseased leaves growing on it, his eyes full of tears. Looking into the distance with tears, feeling the pain of his children and his territory being burned by the power of the abominable Cursed One—no, maybe we shouldn’t call Him the Cursed One anymore—for five seconds. Burn together. Although it did not let its own will come to the battlefield in person, as the oldest god of darkness, Nurgle could easily identify the 'essence' of the Hammermen's chess piece army, a way that allowed this dark god to Even the gods are slightly trembling in nature!