This Is Too Perfect

Deep in Warp, the vast Nurgle's Garden is quiet and silent.

Nurgle sits lazily on his exclusive decadent throne.

The throne is made of twisted dead wood and is covered with decaying moss.

Mottled fungi covered the branches, and a giant turbid eye hung from the top of the throne.

The turbid eyes were half-open and half-closed, with thick dark yellow pus dripping from time to time.

The ichor fell onto the swamp on the ground, causing a small corrosive sound.

The entire land is covered with thick, filthy mucus all year round, and is filled with an aura of decay.

Nurgle's body is as tall as a mountain, and its bloated body is covered with ulcers.

Densely packed maggots were entrenched in the sore holes, squirming lazily.

The huge palm held a giant rusty scythe.

The blade surface was stained with thick, filthy juice, and filled with an aura of decay.

The bloated face was wrapped in thick fat, revealing only a pair of cloudy eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, lazily and leisurely, as if he was immersed in a long sleep.

Over the long years, Nurgle has long been accustomed to such a lazy daily life.

Countless years passed by leisurely, and he spent most of them in deep sleep.

Occasionally wake up, take care of Garden of Nurgle vegetation, and listen to the playful songs of monsters.

To this god of decay, time is meaningless.

All things will eventually decay, and when the dust settles, they will all return to his embrace.

In the vast Garden of Nurgle, there is deathly silence and silence.

Twisted dead trees grow wantonly, with rotten fruits hanging from their branches.

The ripe fruit fell to the ground, shattered, and splashed with fishy juice.

Countless wriggling molluscs shuttle between the branches, leaving behind traces of mucus.

In the distance, a giant plague furnace was slowly turning, billowing dark green smoke.

This is a creation made by Nurgle himself, specially used to cultivate deadly plagues.

The outer shell of the furnace was covered with festering abscesses, and the mouth of the furnace was as hideous as the bloody mouth of a giant beast.

Every few moments, the furnace will overflow with strong corrosive gas.

Under the throne, groups of Plaguebearer were playing wantonly and making a lot of noise.

This type of short, deformed monster has a bloated body and a small single horn on its head.

On the round body, there is a ferocious wide mouth.

They chase each other, throw rotten debris, and laugh wantonly.

Occasionally, a monster would slip and fall into the muddy swamp, and then struggle to crawl out.

The vague roars coming from their mouths are their unique curse words.

The whole Garden of Nurgle is filled with a unique atmosphere of laziness, decadence and peace.

Everything is safe and sound as usual, the years are silent, filled with the tenderness of decay.

At this moment, Nurgle's closed eyes suddenly opened.

The turbid eyes suddenly opened wide, bursting with a fanatical greedy light.

The huge body trembled suddenly, and the bloated belly shook violently.

The maggots in the sores on the body surface fled in panic, scattering in all directions.

A decaying aura across the galaxy quietly poured into his perception.

From the far corner of Material Universe, the ultimate atmosphere floats.

That is the unique smell of decay from ancient Kroak Krork.

Containing eternal vitality, blended with ultimate decay.

It is Chaos, a unique and perfect creation between heaven and earth.

Nurgle's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his huge body trembled slightly.

Greedily absorbing the decadent atmosphere across space, his mind was agitated.

This scent is pure and rich, like an aged wine.

It is the most perfect creation in the world, and it directly touches his original desire.

"Perfect."

"Too perfect."

The low and hoarse words echoed throughout the film Nurgle's Garden.

The thick voice is like the mud flowing deep in the swamp.

"Eternal and powerful vitality, everlasting vitality...

The eternal body, the eternal cycle of decaying vitality.

Such a fusion of contradictions, such a harmonious interweaving.

It is the most perfect creation in the world and a treasure given by God."

In all these long years, he has never encountered an existence so consistent with his origin.

This surprise surpassed all fantasies and shocked his mind.

Nurgle mobilized the huge power of Psionic Energy and spread throughout Warp.

The viscous dark green energy turns into invisible veins and travels through the void.

Cross the Chaos barrier, cross the galaxy, and explore the source of treasures.

The corners of his mouth raised wantonly, revealing jagged and decayed fangs.

The ultimate longing surges in his eyes, like a collector who has found a treasure.

"This is my treasure."

"The unique treasure in the world is destined to belong to me."

The invisible Psionic Energy tentacles extend quietly, touching the ancient remains.

The gentle power slowly wraps it up, carefully and with utmost care.

It's like treating a newborn life with gentleness and full of cherishment.

The huge power of space moves quietly, tearing apart the void barrier.

The huge remains of Krork slowly broke free from the shackles of Material Universe.

Pass through layers of Chaos fog and cross the long river of void.

Finally, the huge decayed body slowly suspended in the sky above Nurgle's Garden.

Guilliman stood next to the remains of Krork, sensing the changes in the surrounding space.

Asuryan The golden Psionic Energy barrier that isolated everything has long since been removed.

The huge ancient remains were uncovered and exuded a monstrous rotten stench.

The rich smell of decay permeated the surroundings, which was enough to make you suffocate.

Guilliman had no time to pay attention to the pungent stench, and concentrated on sensing the strange movements in the void.

The whole body sensing device is fully activated and continuously sends out warning signals.

In the depths of the vast void, strange changes are quietly taking place.

The space above the remains slowly twisted, like water waves spreading.

There is no violent force to tear apart, only gentle extension.

Dark green light slowly seeped out from the cracks.

That is Nurgle's unique decadent Psionic Energy, thick and sticky.

A weak space crack emerged quietly, hidden in the void.

At the other end of the gap is the legendary Nurgle's Garden.

The most dangerous Chaos divine realm in the world, the source of decay and plague.

Endless fatal disasters and terrifying Chaos monsters lurk.

Once you step inside, if you are not careful, it will turn into decaying dust.

Even so, he remained determined and had no intention of backing down.

As a traveler across time and space, fate has already given him the confidence.

"The spatial rift has been stabilized, you can leave immediately."

Asuryan's voice sounded slowly behind him.

Guilliman no longer hesitated, and his body turned into golden light.

The body is light and silent, and it instantly escapes into the dark crevice.

The light flashed away and disappeared into the Chaos abyss.

Asuryan stood quietly, staring at the slowly closing cracks in space.

There was a trace of complicated thoughts flowing in the pale golden eyes.

Kaine beside him lowered his figure, looked solemn, and asked softly.

"Brother, can he successfully complete his mission this time?"

"Success or failure is his own destiny."

Asuryan looked calmly and spoke calmly.

"We just need to pave the way forward and open the channel.

Everything in the divine realm is faced by him alone."