Eternal Garden!

This place is less a "temple" and more like a dilapidated, decaying manor!

Putting aside that disgusting "filter," one can still vaguely discern that this place must have once been an estate belonging to the Imperium nobility.

At first glance, it was roughly divided into buildings such as the main hall, courtyard, and greenhouse, but now, due to the influence of "Nurgle," it has become a disgusting "Garden of Nurgle"!

Everywhere, rotting vegetation oozes green pus, and strangely shaped, twisted trees are laden with abundant fruit.

The fruit's skin is uneven and covered with ugly warts. Some of them are so overripe that they even ooze a golden-yellow, honey-like, viscous juice, emitting an enticing aroma!

"Be careful—" Ilya gazed into the depths of the Garden of Nurgle at the decaying main hall, overgrown with vines, and said in a low voice, "I can sense a very strong Chaos Psychic Power inside!"

"You go first and scout ahead." Alvin also sensed it; the terrifying tremor emanating from that corrupt main hall clearly indicated that the mastermind and the true culprit were hiding inside!

Ilya drew her Executioner Greatsword and carefully paved the way for the group. As the Sisters of Silence, she was incapable of being corrupted by Chaos; this was her only advantage.

Baby One One!!!

The moment she stepped onto the rotten Garden of Nurgle soil, the earth beneath her feet seemed to come alive, emitting a sharp, piercing crackling sound, like a crying baby!

Yellowish-green pus seeped from the rotting soil under the pressure of her foot. Visible to the naked eye, each pus was encased in a spore valve, but inside were creatures resembling infants, screaming and frantically trying to escape from Ilya.

Swish swish swish!

With a swift and clean motion, Ilya eliminated the scattered spores.

These should be the "Nurgling" that are not yet fully formed, that is, small Daemon in the Nurgle Legion.

Resembling rotting infants, they act in groups, devouring the flesh of their enemies while spreading plague and disease.

The Dark Angels behind her was also assisting Ilya in clearing out the disgusting "Nurgling".

After the temporary cleaning was completed, Alvin stepped into the Garden of Nurgle. The soft, rotten texture under his feet felt like walking on mud, and the oozing yellow-green pus, along with the piercing screams, annoyed him to no end.

"Are you alright, Your His Highness Alvin?"

Seeing his reaction, the Company Commander hurriedly asked him what was wrong.

"It's alright, let's keep going." Alvin held his breath and caught up with the others.

After walking through the Garden of Nurgle filled with decaying vegetation, the next thing that comes into view is the lake located in the center of the Garden of Nurgle.

The original statue in the center of the lake has long been destroyed and replaced with the "Nurgle" symbol with three rings.

The once clear lake water has turned into a thick, green soup, and it's even boiling, with bubbles rising to the surface. Countless bloated corpses float in the water!

Those people were dressed in gorgeous clothes; they must have been nobles in life.

However, these nobles, soaked in a thick, viscous soup, had already become swollen and distended, resembling giants—a truly shocking sight!

But what's worse is that these bloated corpses, resembling "giants," are crawling with white maggots.

The sight of these plump, white, and densely packed worms constantly emerging from the eye sockets and rotting flesh of the corpse was like a bolt of lightning striking Alvin's mind!

That's fucking disgusting!

Alvin watched, his stomach churning, almost vomiting.

He secretly vowed that if he ever encountered Nurgle again, he would turn around and leave without hesitation!

"It really is Nurgle..." It had all been speculation before, but after seeing the mark in the center of the lake, Alvin finally confirmed it.

This is Nurgle's "territory"!

Lloyd, you've really mastered the art of feigning one move while secretly making another!

On the surface, he is a believer in "The Creator Vashtor" and trades in Daemon-infused Armor souls and machines, but in reality, he has secretly sided with "Nurgle, the Father of Plagues" without telling anyone. What a cunning old fox!

"Keep moving forward, ignore this thing." Alvin stopped Ilya from destroying the mark. "Our target isn't it, it's the people in the main hall."

He said this because he was aware that destroying the mark could very likely cause unnecessary trouble.

Seeing that he had said that, Ilya had no choice but to agree.

Leaving the lake, you arrive at a flower path that leads directly to the dilapidated main hall, overgrown with vines.

But the deeper they went, the stronger the strange smell in the air became.

Even the Blank Domain of Sisters of Silence Ilya couldn't stop the stench of decay mixed with honey—sweet yet nauseating—from flooding her nostrils. It was a double test of both her physical and mental well-being!

"Are you alright?" Alvin asked with concern, noticing that Ilya's breathing had become heavier.

You must understand, their lives now depend on Ilya alone.

If it weren't for Ilya's Blank Domain, which shielded them from the Nurgle virus in the Garden of Nurgle and slowed the onset of symptoms in everyone, they would probably have been wiped out by now, let alone ventured deep into the Garden of Nurgle!

"It's okay, I... I can still manage!"

Ilya gripped the Executioners's Greatsword tightly, her gaze resolute. "I am the Emperor's warrior, the Sisters of Silence... I will never fall here!"

"Alright, speed up!" Alvin urged everyone to quicken their pace. He knew very well that maintaining such a large area for an extended period would be a tremendous burden for Ilya!

The group walked through the flower-lined path and arrived at the dilapidated main hall, which was covered in vines.

The brass doors of the main hall are also branded with the three rings symbolizing "Nurgle," and the doorknobs are actually curled-up mummified hands. Hollowed-out human skulls are embedded in the huge doors, with petals blooming in the eye sockets like the compound eyes of flies.

Alvin couldn't help but exclaim again, "That's fucking disgusting!"

Being stared at by petals resembling the compound eyes of flies within the eye sockets of hundreds or thousands of skulls would make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Ilya swung her sword, severing the doorknob, and Reinhardt followed closely behind, blowing the door apart with a single shot.

The empty, dilapidated main hall came into view, and a giant-like creature, four or five meters tall, sat in the center of the hall.

Upon closer inspection, Alvin was startled, barely recognizing that it was "Count Lloyd"!

However, he has now become a completely different person, his body bloated and rotting like a bloated corpse.

His face was reduced to a single, murky eye and a grotesque smile that stretched to his ears. He wore a rotten, scarlet velvet robe, resembling a host welcoming guests from afar, and held aloft a golden chalice filled with pus.

"You've finally arrived."

Lloyd shifted his large, bulky body, his cloudy, single eye casting a glance. "I've been waiting for you, Mr. Charles."

"Hey, isn't this Lloyd?" The gaze from that single eye carried a nauseating aura, causing Alvin to frown and sneer, "How come you've turned into this inhuman mess after just a few days?"

"No, you should now address me as... Count Rot!"

Lloyd stared at Alvin with a somber gaze, offering the same cold laugh, "I have received eternal life from the great 'Benevolent Father,' and soon... this eternal Garden of Nurgle will cover the entire Nomad Port, and my people and family will become an eternal part of it!"