Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 28 Why are you fighting? ? 35

The Warp is seething as always, echoing with a never-ending storm.

Belonging to the realm of the evil god of chaos-Nurgle, the Garden of Nurgle is located in the depths of the subspace.

This weird space is composed of jungles, swamps, vegetation, and green spaces that are embodied by unclean life.

The winding paths of the garden were filled with disease slush and worms, and the air was filled with plague clouds at every moment, with buzzing swarms of plague flies and laughing imps.

Plague-mouthed bushes, gas-filled bloated fungi and poisonous-sac-bearing flowers jostle each other for space to grow.

The evil radiance from the subspace scattered in the plague forest and the flesh thorns, casting unclean and malicious light spots.

The garden is filled with dripping viscous venom, rustling disgusting bugs and nauseating popping bubbles.

It is a place of absolute evil, and no living thing can survive in the garden of the Plague God except the faithful of Nurgle who are good at suffering.

On weekdays, this place is full of laughter and laughter, and it looks like a harmonious big family.

The demons of Nurgle are always so carefree, they are the happiest of the many Chaos gods.

The formerly bustling garden is now unusually quiet.

The few unclean beings most favored by Nurgle gathered together, and they looked at the writing on the slow Gath with pity.

After feeling the taunt from the parent and child of the curser, a wave of anger rose from their hearts.

The writing on Gath the Slow has the power of the cursed, and the wriggling flesh cannot cover it, and the damage caused by the writing can never be healed.

These humiliating words will forever remain on Gath the Slow.

"What he did was too cruel and equally infuriating." Kugas looked at the slow Gath with pity.

The Son of the Damned dishonored all the Father's men, and the Father himself.

"Maybe it's time to let Mortarion go out, they are brothers and know each other better," said Rainfather Rotigues. "He will make that arrogant fellow pay for it."

"Let the parent and child of the curser know what a terrible mistake he made."

"Let him be tortured in pain and go to collapse."

The Great Unclean Ones discussed their plans against Guilliman, and they had decided to make the arrogant Primarch pay.

Time in the Warp has no meaning, at least not to the outside world.

The Great Unclean Ones have been discussing for half a century, discussing every detail of the plan, to let Guilliman taste the bitter fruit of arrogance, and make him die of pain because of his own fault.

After the discussion, they each went to prepare.

Mortarion also received a message from Gath the Slow.

Guilliman's arrogance and humiliation made him extremely annoyed.

Especially those words that said he was a waste made him even more furious.

Typhons had indeed escaped his control, and it was also Typhons who planned to surrender to Nurgle.

This incident became his heart disease, and no matter who talked about it, he was very angry.

The erstwhile Khan of Jaghatai took advantage of this, driving Mortarion out of control.

Now, when Guilliman did it again, Mortarion was equally furious.

"I will go to you, Guilliman, and I hope you will be as arrogant and arrogant as you are now."

Mortarion's bulk trembled as he spoke these words.

He couldn't help but look for his brother, let him know that he is different now.

Guilliman would pay the heaviest price for those words, Mortarion swore inwardly.

The time in the garden has passed so long, but to the outside world, it is still only the day when Gath, the slow one, was expelled.

Time in the Warp has no meaning, its flow depends on the masters of the various realms.

The demons were banished, and the leader of the traitors was slain.

The war on Sara was over, and the Plague Warriors had nowhere to escape. They lost their warships and were trapped on the surface, before being executed by the Loyalists.

Cultists are also being purged.

They are too numerous and scattered to be easily wiped out.

The Space Marines and the Star Militia scattered into small groups to encircle and suppress them, and the results will soon be forthcoming.

The surviving civilians were removed from the plague-ridden fortress and placed in another less polluted place.

Corresponding rescue efforts are underway.

The Mechanicum is cleaning and purifying the entire city.

Some of the accompanying priests of the state religion were also reciting the Emperor's Prayer Psalms, trying to expel the pollution of the warp.

"Destruction is always easier than creation." Guilliman stood on a half-shattered balcony overlooking the destroyed hive, shaking his head.

The place where he is staying now is the place where the ruler of the hive capital once stayed.

The former luxury of the place can be seen in the unspoilt.

All kinds of precious works of art are placed everywhere, and the advanced technologies of Mechanicism are also perfectly applied. It is used to provide the most comfortable life for the owner here.

The gap between the rich and the poor in the empire has reached an extremely terrifying level, and the nobles at the upper echelons of the hive capital can enjoy food, fruits and vegetables from other agricultural worlds.

They control the distribution of wealth in the hive city, thus making their life so exquisite that it is outrageous and extravagant that it is unimaginable.

The middle and bottom workers and scavengers live in a miserable life.

The middle layer can also enjoy some artificial synthetic meat, or various livestock that have been spawned.

In order to ensure industrial output, various trade unions and dignitaries will also formulate some regulations and laws to maintain order.

People at the bottom do not know if they are considered human beings.

What they eat is the starch of the corpse, and the garbage that is not needed in the upper layer.

There is no order or anything.

Gangsters are rampant, mutants, wild psykers, and monsters living in the dark.

What awaits them is the endless fight for survival.

To be honest, with such a terrifying gap between the rich and the poor, it is no wonder that there are so many cultists who believe in chaos.

The bottom layer of the hive capital provides enough fertile ground for chaos to corrupt humans.

A large number of low-level people who could not bear the pain chose to betray the human emperor and surrender to chaos.

Not only Chaos, but even the spies of the Zerg have developed many cults in the empire.

Under the slogan of equality and freedom, a large group of people can often be coaxed into serving them wholeheartedly.

"This situation must be changed, otherwise human beings can only fall into endless internal friction." Guilliman is very clear that the biggest problem of the empire lies in the empire itself. No matter how invading Chaos is, it can't cover up many traitors because there is no hope and harmony. Suffering from oppression, but choosing chaos.

The State Religion, Tribunal, and the Terra Council maintained the integrity of the empire to a certain extent, but their chaotic and bureaucratic rule also sent a large number of soldiers to Chaos.

If the stubborn disease of the empire cannot be crushed, there will be no future.

Da da footsteps sounded.

Sicarius stepped in, "My lord, the representative of Sara is here."

"Let them come over." Guilliman withdrew his thoughts, and walked towards the hall that had just been cleaned.

The corpse has been removed, and the blood has been washed once, but the craters and scorched marks are still very conspicuous, and the traces of war cannot be erased so easily.

Guilliman didn't care about these either, the simplicity and luxury of the office would not affect his decisions and thinking.

A group of extravagantly dressed people walked in, some of them perfumed to welcome the important occasion, and found their neatest and most luxurious outfits.

"My lord Primarch."

They saluted respectfully, and their respectful appearance was full of flattery.

"I am the planetary governor of Sara. Thank you, Lord Primarch, for coming and saving us. The holy and great emperor, this must be our reward for our loyalty to the empire and the emperor."

An obese man stepped forward, his body was so bloated, the cumbersome fat was layered on top of each other, and with some green paint splashed on it, he could act as a follower of the plague on the spot.

Guilliman frowned slightly, scanned the group of people, and frowned slightly.

They are white and clean, with full bodies, and no wounds can be seen.

The clothes on their bodies are luxurious and expensive, and several people have well-made mechanical prosthetics on their bodies. This is by no means something that ordinary people can have.

Guilliman turned his head to look at Sicarius with confusion in his eyes. These people are the representatives of Sara he wanted? ?

Sensing the confusion of his master, Sicarius hurriedly explained: "They are the planetary governor of Sara and the most influential families. I found them in the depths of a fortress and brought them here. See you."

"Sicarius, this is the first and last time. I won't be angry with you because I never told you the real reason we fought for." Guilliman's calm words hid anger.

"Ten billions of people have died in this world, but they are alive and well, not even a scar, and their clothes are kept spotless, is this something to be proud of?

Is it worth advocating that they accept this position that should protect civilians, but use such rights to protect themselves and abandon their duties?

Don't you think it's fair that the afflicted are healing alone while the shameless usurp their work?

Sicarius, what are you fighting for? Could it be that it is a group of maggots that are defending, rather than guarding the people of the empire? ?

Get them out and find a real representative to meet me, Sicarius. "