This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 360 Nagou: How can you resist something so exciting?
Garden of Nurgle.

While the mortal realm was destroyed by decay and plague, the Land of Oblivion prospered from disease and corruption. Under the rule of the Decaying King, this unclean realm was filled with every imaginable plague and disease, and exuded a putrid stench.

The buildings here are a deep green, mixed with murky, yellowish pus and festering scabs.

The thicket of burlwood was overgrown with rotting vines, and smooth fertile sacs grew on the branches, each one brimming with the hope of rebirth.

Decay and rebirth, life and decay—this is a microcosm of the cycle of filth.

Everywhere you look, there are twisted houses and palaces decaying wantonly. Because of the long period of decay, the rotten areas have left permanent ravines as countless creatures slowly crawled around.

At the confluence of the ravines, there was a black house.

That was the residence of the god of plague.

The corrupt god who dwells there can be easily found by following the ravine.

Nagoro was very unhappy.

Another pustule swelled up and ruptured.

Nurgle never believed in fate and hated changes that disrupted the cycle, but sometimes he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of fate.

Seeing the reality before him and witnessing the failure of his kind, he pounded his fist in exhilaration, and the whole of God stood up excitedly.

He looked at the true nature of the four beings as revealed in His eyes, and He couldn't help but feel fortunate that He hadn't rashly thrown his beloved children into it.

Negligence needs a stable plan.

Glug, glug.
The swollen arm was still stirring the soup pot.

"not enough time."

Time does not exist in the warp, so based on past experience, the gods have ample time to make their plans, and Nurgle can also use his holy numbers to unleash a plague storm in the real universe.

but--

Nurgle's gaze fell upon the Dawn Fleet, which had already departed from Cardia.

From 741.m41 onwards, time is advanced linearly.

The universe's past became a fait accompli with their arrival, while the future became uncertain and chaotic.

The four members of Dawnwing are like a point in time, moving forward steadily and unstoppably along the linear path of time, turning the future into a predetermined fact.

Nurgle can exert influence on other timelines, but in other timelines, these four people do not exist, so what he does is meaningless.

That's why He lamented the lack of time. Even though He could personally concoct a plague powerful enough to kill gods, the real universe would not wait for Him.

The power of Khorne can be relied upon.

The infinite wars of the real universe provide Him with power, but now that He has lost the World Eater Legion, He is extremely dependent on the followers of other gods to allow Him to exert influence on reality.

Treachery has never been trustworthy.

The biggest winner of this war was Him. He saw through the true nature of the four people early on and recognized that they were chess players comparable to the gods. So He decisively lowered His expectations and thus gained a legion.

Every Space Marine is an extension of their Gene Father. With this extreme emotion, it wouldn't be difficult for Tzeentch to replicate a Grand Magus, just as the Steel Hand created the Sapphire King through extreme emotions following Fenus's death.

really-

Nurgle felt an instinctive aversion to this; the power of his old rival was truly unsettling, and Tzeentch had drawn far too much power from this series of changes.

Nurgle symbolizes stagnation and despair, the exact opposite of Tzeentch's change and hope. But the wooden paddle stirring the pot continues to stir steadily in a triangular motion.

He was not enraged by his own lack of gain, nor was he blinded by the tempting rewards.

This is the quality that Nurgle possesses.

stable.

He calmly considered how to deal with those opponents.

The current state of the galaxy must change. The gods cannot simply wait idly for the start of another era; they must bring it forward.

Therefore, Khorne's power is something we must rely on, and the Blood God, if nothing else, is certainly willing to sacrifice it.

It's a pity that the timing of Dawnwing's birth was too tight; otherwise, Nurgle would have definitely brought all of this to fruition on his own.

Secondly, the target should be changed.

Those four are chess players, at the very least lesser gods like Vastor, and their home sphere is the real universe. If they cannot destroy the civilization they have built, everything else is in vain.

Their true strength lies in their mutual trust, a close bond that makes them difficult to exploit.

Nurgle's gaze fell upon the crucible, where the reflections of Baal, Macragge, and the Stone Fortress floated on the emerald foam.

He could learn from Trickster, or perhaps he could gain the favor of either Lane or Guilliman.

Rather than the somewhat unrealistic idea of ​​destroying the Wings of Dawn, it is more realistic to bring the unknowing offspring of the Cursed into our possession.

Guilliman is the weakest link, but also the most important.

The Primarch's corruption will trigger a chain reaction among his offspring, which will greatly weaken the Dawnwings, given that the Ultramarines now make up 70% of the Space Marine population.

At the same time, unlike the Corrupted Dawnwing, which offers no hope, its multifaceted and massive offensive will leave these young people focused on mortals struggling to cope.

Of course, given the chance, Naggrim would not pass up the opportunity to corrupt it.

This will be a long process; accumulating strength takes time. In order to deal with Arthur, who is an extremely special being, the children's strength also needs to be further enhanced, and their old rivals must not know His true purpose.

wow~
Realizing he couldn't complete the plan in time for His own time, Nurgle looked at the broth still brimming with the power of plague in the pot and stretched out his hand.

The bodies of several original Space Marines were thrown into the pot. As they boiled, they turned into dregs, which then mixed with countless biological tissues, solidifying into a relatively intact and compact body shape, with only a few branches extending from the surface to represent decay.

If a scholar well-versed in biological research were here, he would surely marvel at the structure of these bodies. This is a stable ecosystem composed of 21 large biological individuals and countless microorganisms, which have been transformed into a perfect killing machine under the sculpting of an unparalleled gardener.

Nurgle looked with satisfaction at his creation, which he had spent a great deal of effort on. With a lift of the wooden paddle, these bodies disintegrated, turning into a twisted and trembling naan, which sank into the pot and was given to his most beloved son.

Before that, He should indeed maintain His passion for the Wings of Dawn.

The scene shifts, and Nurgle once again gazes at the four young people and the jubilant crowd.

They stood together, entrusting each other with their backs, and shared the fruits of victory.

For thirty years, they, brothers, friends, and like-minded individuals, have saved countless lives from death since the empire's inception.

The loving father grinned, revealing his wide, layered mouth, and let out a hearty laugh of joy.

That was a passion that could not be faked.

(End of this chapter)