Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 284 Crucible Master Ku'gath
In the warp, a crucible is being stirred.

Wrapped in the pitch-black unknown iron, the dark green liquid carried a stench that was unbearable for mortals. When stirred by the wooden spoon, it turned into a vortex as smooth as silk.

A huge dark green body swayed beside him, and his fat, twisted, exaggerated smile and ugly appearance revealed his identity.

A great demon, a vicious and terrifying great demon, was stirring a pot of curse and plague with its ugly, blistered, rotten arms.

He was almost wholeheartedly devoted to the chaos of Nurgle's twisted garden, but when a Nurgling jumped into the pot and drank a few mouthfuls of the delicious soup he made.

The small and chubby thing crawled out burping. He drank almost half of the soup, covered his stomach, and crawled to the edge of the pot with difficulty, then burped on the edge of the crucible.

Kugashi tapped the guy's head gently with a spoon and said, "Not enough. Compared to what I drink, it's still not enough."

"Father, what material are you using? The tormented souls of mortals, or all the plagues from ancient times to the present?"

He scratched the back of his head, which looked like a rotten and swollen corpse, and the rotten flesh shook a few times under his claws.

He continued to add ingredients to prepare his own plague pot, but at this moment a sudden bubble rose from the silky soup.

It exploded, and the dark green juice splashed on Kugath's face, making him extremely unhappy.

The little Nurgling looked at his elder brother in fear, as if he was afraid that the good soup would go bad because of him.

But Kugath did not blame him. He just stroked his head, took him off the crucible, placed him carefully on the ground, and then comforted him.

"It's not you, there's something wrong with the materials."

"Go find a place to digest the food. Once you have digested all the toxins and curses, you will become the most powerful unclean one in the demon army."

"Let's go, let's go find some friends. If you feel guilty about me, go to the real world and get some materials for me."

The little Nurgling nodded, supported his belly which was swollen from swallowing the plague soup, and staggered away quickly.

Then Ku'gath said in a low voice, "Mortarion, if you have anything to say, we can talk now."

The crucible now turned into a dark green mirror, reflecting Kugath's ugly face. Soon, the thing twisted in the stirring, turning into a pale, painful, and uneasy face.

He is the Plague Lord, Mortarion, the Emperor's Primarch and one of the Heresy's Primarchs.

His voice, distorted by the passage into the Warp, sounded like bubbles and a drowning man.

"Ku'gath, your army has met its match, and I can help you."

Kugath replied. "I will remove the impurities myself. He was just an Imperial officer. Even if he is called a hero or a miracle, he is still just an ordinary person."

Mortarion gloated now. "Yes, mortals."

"A calamity destined for you, but it happened to a mortal..."

He hung up his communication with interest, leaving only Kugath's unhappy face.

Kugath muttered to himself, "It's ruined again. Throwing it away is a waste. Might as well give it to that mortal to taste."

"This is a gift from the Unclean One. He must accept it happily."

After saying that, he raised the spoon and tapped the crucible...

At this time, it was raining above the forest world.

The dark green and sticky rain of vicious curses fell abnormally. Taylor looked at the strange clouds hovering in the sky, wondering what kind of curse or disease it was.

It suddenly gathered here and then dropped raindrops carrying a strange virus here. Taylor immediately asked the soldiers to abandon the front line and hide from the rain first.

The skin on the mouth and nose was covered with holy water or holy oil, but even so, one-third of the soldiers suffered skin ulcers and were admitted to the infirmary.

Although the medical sister was providing medical care wholeheartedly, and Taylor took his necklace blessed by the saint to pray for him.

That medium, which is like a sacred object, does not have the power of the Emperor, but is also an excellent ritual object.

There may still be not many soldiers returning to the front line.

Secondly, the raindrops here strengthened the physical strength of many demons, and they drank the green liquid falling from the sky with great joy. They laughed heartily and twisted their bodies forward.

However, what awaited them was a wooden stick extending from the trench, with a large amount of dynamite and explosives tied to the front end.

After the rumbling sound, those guys turned into a mass of rotten meat, emitting a foul stench.

The soldiers left the area in an orderly manner, picked up new grenades, and continued the work.

Their defenses remained effective, even with the spread of that strange skin disease.

However, now the cult girl walked to the platform where Taylor was and emphasized.

"The Lord of Plague is angry. He has spread his own cauldron of soup. This is probably just the beginning."

Taylor replied. "Don't encourage others..."

He had no confidence in what he said, after all, he did not have sufficient manpower and resources.

He just couldn't collapse before the soldiers. After all, there were no officers here who could support this war.

He said uneasily. "We still have explosives."

The cultist girl pressed herself against him and said sternly, "You have no idea how terrifying the Plague Lord's wrath is."

"You have hindered his army's advance, and now he wants you to rot and die."

"If you are willing to swear to be my servant, I can intercede for you. Then you only need to sacrifice this camp..."

Taylor suddenly calmly pushed her away. "I know why so many heroes of the Empire fell. It's because people like you are too terrible."

"You are gentle and considerate, and you understand me. You know where my vulnerability lies, and you sincerely want me to become someone like you."

“Not many people can stand this.”

"But I must answer, I do not wish to become a corpse, nor will I become a dog of Slaanesh."

The cultist girl said angrily. "I'm saving you!"

Taylor replied. "You're killing me!"

"If I can't return to the Golden Throne, then all my previous battles will be meaningless..."

"I have seen so many loyalists sacrifice for me and for the Empire, and you want to say that all this will become my betrayal?"

"Of course not! I have an appointment to meet them before the Emperor, and I will certainly die of old age, not in battle."

The cultist girl puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "Then what are you going to do?" She scolded coquettishly.

Taylor replied. "How do we..."

He touched his trembling heart, and even after experiencing so many battles, he still couldn't get used to it.

He took a deep breath of the foul, foul-smelling air and said matter-of-factly, "Go to Frenstein."

"I want to tell the soldiers here that hope is here..."

"Although I'm scared to death."

He turned on the radio and said to Colonel Catachan, "Colonel, stand by for me."

Soon, a tired voice came over the radio. "Is it finally time to go on stage, Mr. Baron?"

Taylor said seriously. "Don't call me that. I don't like it."

"But I have to tell that Plague Master that his soup is delicious!"

(End of this chapter)