Fire in the Garden 2.0

Inside the dilapidated main hall, vines climbed over the pillars in the four corners, hanging with tumor-like flower buds from which honey-gold pus oozed.

Count Rot, or rather Lloyd, has almost lost his human appearance, and even his soul has completely fallen into Chaos, becoming an Evil God of Warp, the Nurgle Father of Plagues!

"Is this your plan?" Alvin subtly gestured, signaling everyone not to act rashly.

Given Lloyd's cunning nature, it was impossible for him to appear in their sight unprepared.

In other words, there must be some conspiracy behind this dilapidated main hall located in "Nurgle's Garden".

His gaze swept across the main hall, trying to find something hidden in the shadows, while he provoked it with his words: "What good does it do you to turn Nomad Port into a disgusting 'cesspool'?"

"Hmph, what do you know?" Lloyd —no, he should now be called "Count Rot"—

Faced with Alvin's mockery, it merely smiled contemptuously, "Everything eventually decays. Even the Emperor you worship, didn't he turn into a corpse after thousands of years of erosion?"

Its bloated, obese body, covered in pustules, resembled a giant mountain of flesh, a truly repulsive sight. Amidst the mockery, the white, rotting flesh on its abdomen trembled, making it look utterly disgusting.

"You mock my ugly appearance, but how can you understand the pleasure of 'eternity' bestowed upon me by my Benevolent Father?!" Count Rot's tone was full of pride as he shook the Holy Grail in his hand, which was filled with a thick green soup. The foul stench emanating from it attracted a swarm of flies that buzzed around it.

In a sense, Count Rot did indeed achieve "immortality."

It's just... coexisting with viruses and bacteria!

"If I'm not mistaken, the entire Fernando Family must have been your stepping stones to become like this." Alvin sneered. "I'm quite curious, don't you always talk about family and honor? Can a family that only has one person still be considered a family?"

Demanding blessings from the Chaos God requires paying a higher price for the most powerful blessing!

Although "Benevolent Father" has always had a good reputation in the Warp and can be described as someone who grants every request, the price one must have paid to create such a large "Nurgle's Garden" like Lloyd, who was almost completely "corrupted" and whose body was nearly indistinguishable from a "Daemon," must have been considerable!

It was only then that he realized it.

Along the way, not a single living member of the entire Fernando Family could be found, and the bloated bodies of the nobles in the Garden of Nurgle lake were probably sacrifices to the entire Fernando family!

These words seemed to strike a nerve with Count Rot, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the main hall. The swarm of flies surrounding his bloated body also emitted sounds that seemed to indicate unease and fear!

Ilya quietly gripped the Executioner Greatsword, her gaze fixed firmly on Count Rot, her entire body tense, her nerves taut.

If the opponent makes any sudden move, she will definitely swing her greatsword immediately!

However, Count Rot only burst into laughter, his rotting flesh trembling violently, instantly easing the tense atmosphere. "Hahahaha---You're right, a family with only one person can't be considered a 'family'."

"But—" Count Rot leaned forward, his bloated, flabby flesh squeezing out foul-smelling fluid from his sores. "As long as I live, the Fernando Family will still exist, until I spread 'Garden of Nurgle' throughout Nomad Port."

Then one can obtain true eternal life, and at that time—the family? Hahaha, with just a little time, the Fernando Family can be rebuilt!

"Stop being shameless, Lloyd." Alvin's words shattered his illusions. "It was you, you yourself, who destroyed the Fernando Family. Eternal life, reconstruction—these are just excuses you made for yourself. Hypocritical!"

"Ah, you're right."

Count Rot glared at him menacingly. "But isn't all this thanks to you, the heir of Valshius —Your Highness Alvin Valshius?!"

"Oh?"

Alvin raised an eyelid, but showed no surprise whatsoever. He simply looked at him and said, "You've been exposed so quickly. I'm quite curious, how did you know my identity?"

Count Rot sat up straight again, letting out a cold laugh, "I have to thank my good granddaughter—if it weren't for her, I would never have known that the foolish heir of the Acquis Family was actually Valshius's successor!"

It seems the chances of survival are slim.

The entire Fernando Family was sacrificed to "Nurgle" by the ruthless Lloyd, and there was no shortage of traitors who betrayed the family.

"What a pity."

Alvin wasn't heartbroken by her sacrifice; he just felt a little regretful.

Such an outstanding talent, with a resilient and patient nature, could have been an invaluable asset in the future if properly nurtured. Yet he died just like that.

"Ha, there's no need for you to feel sorry for her."

Count Rot opened his mouth and drank a mouthful of the green broth from the golden chalice. His body seemed to rot even more, and carrion worms crawled out from the holes in his face, making him look ferocious and terrifying. "Boy of the Valshius Family..."

You should be thankful that if it weren't for that damned Inquisitor ruining my plans, you and the entire Nomad Port would have unknowingly become fertilizer for the "Eternal Garden of Nurgle"!

"You waited for us here on purpose, you didn't mean to tell us this, did you?" Alvin looked at him. Since he already knew most of what he wanted to know, there was no need to pretend anymore.

He knew perfectly well that the other party was stalling for time.

But wasn't he the same?

"Of course not." Count Rot stared greedily at Alvin, his large, thick tongue licking the maggots crawling from his face. "I've been waiting for you, Alvin Valshius, the one who promised—that by sacrificing you, I could be promoted to 'Daemon'!"

"Looks like there's nothing left to discuss."

Alvin tilted his head, looking at Count Rot, who was still immersed in his own beautiful fantasy, and suddenly swung his hand down. "Don't worry, you won't live to see that moment. I'll burn you to ashes and send you back to the Warp, so you can stay in that cesspool forever."

"You fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"

Count Rot's face suddenly darkened, his gaze turning cold and menacing. His face, covered in maggots like rotting flesh, twisted with disgust and resentment. "Originally, I wanted to let you live a few more minutes so you could witness the success of my grand plan. Since you insist on courting death—I'll send you to meet that rotting corpse on the Golden Throne first!"

As it spoke, it slowly poured the thick green soup from the golden chalice onto the ground.

The once decaying ground and the vines that covered the main hall seemed to be awakened. The soil churned and surged, and one after another, servants covered in maggots, with pale skin and festering flesh, crawled out of the churning soil, howling in agony!

And the surrounding noble armor, with festering sores and rotting flesh growing inside, oozing putrid liquid from the crevices, moved stiffly, enveloping them!

Amidst cries like those of an infant, a rotting, winged baby with a hideous face flew down!

Even more terrifying, where the thick soup from that golden cup touched the ground, enormous and lush tree spirits grew.

Waving its thick branches, it splashed out thick, toxic fog and corrosive liquid with abandon and recklessness!

Count Rot, seated in a chair pieced together from human bones and rusted iron, covered in rotting flesh, held the golden cup given to him by his "Benevolent Father," coldly gazing at the surrounded Alvin: "Go ahead and put on a performance of despair for me, and offer your blessings for my impending eternal life!"

Wow---There are so many people!"

Alvin feigned surprise and took a half-step back, then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Whoosh~ thankfully, my men aren't weak either!"

The next moment, the entire Garden of Nurgle was ablaze!

A agonizing, groaning scream echoed in the Garden of Nurgle outside the main hall, as golden flames, imbued with the wrath of the Emperor, ignited its "Eternal Garden of Nurgle"!

Then, the main hall door was cleaved in two by a sword, and a beautiful figure enveloped in golden light stepped over the burning, rotting mud and threw in a large, decaying head!

It was the head of a "Rotting Lord," which rolled in and came to rest at the feet of Count Rot.

In its shocked and stunned gaze, the person, whose entire body was engulfed in golden light, held a sword angled against the ground, their gaze cold. "What, have you forgotten so quickly? How did the Garden of Nurgle burn down last time?"