Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"one two three."

She picked up a fly and counted it.

He reached out and brushed away the hair that was covered with greasy green slime.

Showing an eye full of whites.

The other eye was covered in a rotting, bloated growth.

The sound from the mucus-filled throat was not clear.

Somewhat hoarse and greasy.

But she counted very carefully, picked up a fly and counted one, and gently placed them on a petal that was emitting a yellow smell next to it.

Carefully put away the picked up flies.

She fiddled with the rotten mire with her pus-filled hands, and fished out another fat fly.

The fly looked like it would explode with a snap when it was pinched lightly.

"Four, five, six, seven."

On the count of seven, she smiled.

Numbers are magical.

Seven is the most perfect number.

Represents completion and ending, as well as concept and strength.

This number has power.

Because it is the great holy number.

The woman is very happy.

She did one more thing to please her other grandfather.

That fat man, Lord of Pleasure, Nurgle of the Mists, will reward her.

Nurgle is the most merciful and fraternal.

No matter how small life is, He will treat it equally.

Never skimp on your rewards and gifts.

Nurgle is the greatest being.

He is the creator of the threefold way.

The triple path represents death, decay and rebirth.

Represents the eternity of life.

Every being embraced by Nurgle is granted eternal life.

"You're doing nonsense again."

A man came by.

He saw the woman pulling the flies out of the bubbling mud, and said.

As he spoke, he also coughed and spit out a mouthful of green phlegm.

There are many maggots crawling in the phlegm.

"This is meaningful." The woman stood up and said, "Seven is the holy number of my grandfather, and it is His will to save these lives. Any tiny life should be favored by my grandfather. This is the triple way."

The woman stood up and took two steps, and her lower body felt tearing pain.

I tried walking a few more steps and it became more painful.

Walking also becomes limping.

But soon, the woman got used to the pain.

Pain is Nurgle's gift.

Only pain can make a living being realize that he is truly alive.

Nurgle bestowed pain, and took pity on the pain of those creatures, and gave them the ability to endure pain.

The woman didn't care about the pain just now, but showed a joyful expression instead.

She turned to look at her ass.

The man also came over.

He could clearly see a big opening in the woman's buttocks.

A mouth dripping with green slime grew from there.

Bursts of rancid breath spurted from the yellowed fangs.

"Look, my kind grandfather rewarded me for my good deed just now." The woman stroked the mouth full of fangs happily: "I have an extra mouth, so I can eat faster. Look at how beautiful it is , yellow fangs, a tongue full of mucus, and a tangy aroma."

"Grandfather really spoils you." The man said in an envious tone: "Let's go, we have to go back to the village, something bad happened, the witch asked everyone to go back."

"What happened?" The woman's eyes full of whites showed curiosity.

"The son of the corpse king is coming, and the bastard has sworn to destroy the garden of the loving father, and bring every world back under their servitude."

Hearing the man's words, the woman who was happy because she got a gift just now showed a frightened expression.

"That's a terrible thing, aren't those guys willing to let us go?"

The man shook his head, his sticky hair swaying with his movements.

"Those paranoid lunatics always think that the path they choose is the right one, so how could they let us go?"

"Alas!" the woman said sadly: "In this dark and cruel universe, only the way of the grandfather can promote the harmony of the universe. Other existences are too dark and cruel, and the corpse worshiper is the most terrifying and cruel of them all." , why can't those people see this clearly?"

When they worshiped the corpse emperor, they were full of pain.

It wasn't until I met my happy grandfather that I learned how to draw happiness from the triple path.

What a wonderful world it is.

Why did those corpse worshippers come to destroy it?

Is it because of the corpse emperor's son?

Why is that guy so cruel?

How wonderful it would be if there were no wars, and all living beings believed in the threefold way of the grandfather.

Then everyone will not die, and can live happily in the universe forever.

Men and women followed muddy, sticky roads towards the village, through forests full of slime and flies.

The canopy and trunk were covered with sores like toads, and they were also slimy, looking like a forest of snot.

The giant fungus twisted its happy body, and the face on the mushroom umbrella showed a joyful expression.

They watched the passing of the two of them.

Birds covered with boils sang among the trees.

Flies circled the pair, in and out of their bursting sores.

The tiny maggots squirmed out of their mouths, noses and wounds, praising the loving father's broad mind.

"Why can't those worshipers of the corpse emperor feel the charm of decay? The universe will be destroyed one day, and only the eternal loving father can protect all things in the world and maintain the balance of entropy"

The woman's soft palate was a bit rotten, and she looked a little clumsy while walking and talking, and it sounded like a leak.

The man wiped the gunk off his face.

That thing is like glue, and it also pulls out silk threads.

"No one knows why? They don't understand the secrets of how this world works, and think they can change everything. Corpse emperors, skull demons, joy demons, and cunning ghosts are all equally disgusting. They know nothing about the truth and will follow Destroyed by the destruction of the universe. Only the benevolent grandfather who is in charge of the threefold way can continue to exist. No matter how many times those ignorant humans come, we will defeat them, just like defeating the skull demon, the joy demon, Like the minions of the cunning, the followers of a loving father always win."

They made their way through the forest, wading through mire-like swamps, and eventually returned to their village.

A rotting, slimy mossy, slippery house.

People who have received the gift of a loving father are surrounding an old man, shouting to fight for the loving father.

"We will not yield to the corpse worshipper, the loving father will surely win."

"Defend our homeland and never let corpse worshipers into our world."

"We will never give up even if we resist to the last person."

All the villagers were very excited.

The news that the corpse worshipers were about to launch an attack made them very angry, and they wanted to unite and resist until the last moment.

"Quiet." A God Whisperer who could hear Nurgle's whispers stepped onto the slimy platform.

The villagers fell silent, and so did the men and women.

They looked at the God Whisperer with eyes that could see things, waiting for the other party's order.

"I've got the oracle." The God Whisperer shouted, her head shaking like jelly following the sound.

"The loving father needs every one of his people, including us. The breakthrough chosen by the enemy is likely to be our world. For this reason, we must be prepared to hold the corpse worshippers and prevent them from breaking into the garden."

"Besides that." The God Whisperer clapped his hands, and several guards wearing armor and holding rusty weapons dragged up a thing that had been beaten into shape.

"We still need to execute some bloody traitors, they are still eager to return to the arms of the corpse worshipper. This guy was secretly performing a ritual of worshiping the corpse emperor's son, and was caught on the spot. This is the most shameless betrayal of a loving father , cannot be tolerated.”

"Lies." The thing that was just barely beaten into mud made a painful voice, "It's deceiving you, the empire is our destination, don't be fooled by them."

"Profanity." The God Whisperer roared in a strange voice: "This is blasphemy. Put him to death, chop up this traitor, throw him to the flies, and let those great messengers have a feast."

"kill him."

"kill him."

"Whoever betrays a loving father will die."

The villagers made hoarse noises from their throats filled with sticky phlegm.

Their excited emotions made the rotting flesh on their faces shake like jelly.

Several people came up and hacked the inhuman shape to pieces with rusty weapons in their hands, splashing slime everywhere.

With a final scream of pain, the traitor fell silent again.

"This is the price of betraying a loving father." The God Whisperer roared, "Even if you are killed by a corpse worshipper, it is infinitely better than betrayal."

The villagers cheered.

The God Whisperer nodded in satisfaction, and was just about to say something to boost morale.

There was a booming sound.

A crack was opened in the strange, strangely radiant sky.

The roaring sound resounded, shaking the air.

Wonderful singing came from the other side of the chasm.

People looked up to the sky in surprise.

The dark, star-studded night sky appeared in people's eyes.

A gigantic warship bearing the horrific mark of the Corpse Worshiper emerges from the rift.

Those smaller ships flew out of the battleship in groups.

They weren't pretty, not rotten and bloated, and not silky slime.

Especially since they also bear the insignia of the corpse-worshippers.

"The enemy is coming, for the loving father." The God Whisperer shouted: "Take up our weapons and drive the corpse worshipers out of their homes."

A torpedo fell from the sky, and the booming explosion set off a mountain of flames, and the huge shock wave completely destroyed the house full of slime.

Those villagers were also blown away, even blown to pieces.

Screams came from the mouths of villagers who were not killed.

The woman was dragged by the man and hid in a solid cellar.

The bottom of the cellar is covered in sewage and slime.

And wriggling fungi.

They hid inside, their bodies trembling.

Corpse worshipers are horrible.

The ground keeps shaking

The agonized screams of the villagers before they were killed and the frantic voices of the corpse worshipers echoed.

Men and women dare not even make a sound.

The body full of abscesses and growths shivered.

He didn't dare to move a step, for fear of being discovered by the corpse worshippers.

The great loving father did not take care of them.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the cellar door was opened.

A corpse worshiper wearing heavy armor and holding a gun appeared at the door.

He saw men and women.

"No!" screamed the desperate man and threw himself on the other side.

The woman also followed, in the name of a loving father, they must kill this corpse worshiper to survive.

"This place is fucking disgusting."

Loken, who had just stepped out of the teleportation beam, made a vulgar but true evaluation of the place where he landed.

Boundless and desolate wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see.

The billowing yellow fog entrenched on the ground and the thick moisture suspended in the air greatly hindered visibility and affected the accuracy of orbital bombing.

Loken tasted the local air through the helmet's external sensors.

The pungent smell of filth and carrion made his stomach queasy.

The atmosphere has been thoroughly polluted by corrupt substances, and the ground beneath them is slowly rotting away.

"The garden of the Plague God is like this." Torgaddon stood beside Loken. Not long after he got down, his armor was covered with mud and slime.

There is also a returning Shadow Moon Wolf team behind them.

Subspace is idealistic, a world of will.

You can't win with technology alone.

The fact that the returnees can return to this matter has already demonstrated their perseverance and tenacity.

It is most appropriate to entrust this kind of invasion of half-illusory, half-real realms to them.

They marched forward, and one by one they felled the screaming, rotting corpses.

The explosive bombs designed to restrain these creatures with warp power easily tore them apart.

Loken showed no mercy to those monsters.

It's also fair to say there won't be any returnees.

Having experienced so much, their aversion to the gods can be said to be beyond words.

Where this team walked, what remained were basically wreckage and broken arms.

Followers of Nurgle have incredible vitality.

Even after being blown into several sections, some Nurgle believers were still crawling hard while dripping pus.

Many returnees, like Loken, are gathering to attack deeper.

Their speed is fast, quickly harvesting the enemy, and clearing out an area for follow-up troops to enter.

In the teleportation flash, the statue of the Holy Emperor was placed in the clearing where it was confirmed safe.

The Anglican choir sang, led by the High Priest or War Apostle.

Their voices are magical, making the rotting creatures scream in agony.

A faint halo flows from the sculpture of the Holy Emperor and the facility of the lighthouse, healing the wounds of this planet.

The rotting ground turned to yellow sand, and the power of Nurgle was driven away.

The laws of the universe filled the vacancy left by the fading power of Nurgle, turning the rotting ground to yellow sand.

Loken was walking in a rotting village. After the previous battle, he had realized that these rotting corpses were actually very weak.

They are just the mothers that bred junior Nurgle demons, and they don't have much strength.

There is no need to waste precious bombs on those guys.

He just took a sword and used it to harvest carrion.

Loken and the others easily eliminated all the rotting corpses in the village, and he found a cellar.

When Loken kicked open the moldy door, a foul smell came from inside.

It was full of sticky green liquid, hiding two rotting corpses, a man and a woman.

When they saw Loken, they screamed and rushed up.

The foul-smelling liquid splashed and stirred with their movements, giving off an even more terrifying smell.

Loken beheaded them with ease.

The two carrion corpses were separated like that, floating in the mucus.

Loken also saw that there was a mouth full of fangs on the ass of the carrion woman, emitting a visible yellow stench.

He pulled the trigger decisively, smashing the guy's body to pieces.

It's so fucking disgusting.

After dealing with the rotting corpses in the cellar, Loken walked back to the ground.

After confirming safety, the priests of the choir came over.

They carried the sculptures of the Holy Emperor and the lighthouse facilities, with pious expressions and full of faith.

As they chanted, the foul-smelling slime turned to clear water, and the rotting trees and houses burned in holy flames until they were reduced to ashes.

The sticky and rancid air became fresh, and gusts of clean wind blew past.

Servitors of the Adeptus Mechanicus erected various facilities on the sandy ground, strengthening the warp barriers and setting up expeditionary outposts.

They installed a protective net around the outpost, and densely packed laser beams were intertwined.

The dense swarm of flies fell with a crackling sound, and in just a few minutes they would pile up, requiring a flamethrower to burn them directly to ashes.

Flies are Nurgle's best messengers, carrying the most terrible plagues and germs.

As long as a normal person is bitten, the consequences are unimaginable, and may even become a breeding ground for flies.

Empire has a lot of experience.

Possesses the means to counteract the swarm of Nurgle flies.

As soon as they get together, airburst shells are released, shattering them alive.

If the number is scarce, it will be handed over to the nano laser network to solve.

Make sure the outpost is free of any flies, and any mosquitoes that could spread the plague.

The first transport ship broke away from the sky fleet and descended to the ground.

A large number of soldiers and heavy vehicles came down from the hatch.

They chanted home battle cries and prayers to the Holy Emperor.

The giant titans were also unchained and moved on foot in this decaying world.

The pilot pilots the Titan Cannon.

The cannon was shining brightly.

Destroy those rotten, wriggling eyeballs, tentacles, and all kinds of indescribable weird things.

The realm of Nurgle is vast and endless.

There are countless demons and believers belonging to the God of Plague living in it.

Every world shaped into the Gardens of Nurgle is pulled into the realm of Nurgle.

As long as you go deep into this world, you can see the garden of the plague god.

More and more corpse-worshippers are pouring into Nurgle's outlying worlds.

The flames of war are ignited among the followers of the plague god.

Carnage broke out on every corner.

Their arrival quickly attracted those mighty demons.

In the subspace, the power of demons far exceeds the limit they can exert in the real universe, and the speed of resurrection is also amazing.