Great Unclean One of Nurgle

The spatial rift dissipated, and Guilliman stepped into the unfamiliar Chaos divine realm.

The ground beneath my feet was extremely strange, and the smell of decay hit my face.

The strong filth mixed with the smell of plague directly attacks the senses.

The body instinctively produces discomfort, the chest is depressed, and the skin and flesh are tight.

Power Armour operates at full speed and the purification system continues to work.

Try your best to isolate poisonous gas and filth, and resist corruption and erosion.

In this strange divine realm, there is no sky in the ordinary sense.

Above the head is a thick and thick gray-black fog.

In the fog, strange dark green lightning occasionally flashed.

There is no roaring thunder, only dull low-frequency rhythm.

The thick sound slowly spread, shaking the whole world.

Every ups and down of the rhythm is the beating of the origin of Chaos.

That is the heartbeat of Nurgle, the original power that dominates this divine realm.

The ground beneath your feet was soft and sticky, like rotting flesh.

Thick humus soil covers the surface and is covered with decayed debris.

With each step, thick and filthy juice slowly overflowed.

The purification device of Power Armour keeps running to resist corrosion.

In this barren land, there are no ordinary flowers and plants in the world.

Chaos alienated strange plants can be seen everywhere.

Thick, deformed branches sprouted from the ground and were covered with ulcerated pustules.

Abnormal fleshy flower buds hang down from the branches, dripping with sticky venom.

The alienated vines spread windingly, entwining the entire land.

Countless maggots shuttled through the gaps in the vines, squirming endlessly.

Strange human-shaped fruits hang from the branches, curled and twisted.

The skin is shriveled and the limbs are curled up, like a sleeping creature.

Occasionally, a fruit would open its cloudy eyes and ignore its surroundings.

After a while, it closed again and fell silent into decay.

Countless broken alien skeletons are scattered on the ground.

Humans, elves, Orks, aliens, and their wreckage can be seen everywhere.

The decayed bones are weathered and broken, stained with filthy dust.

Every piece of debris is a fallen creature, reduced to dust.

Thousands of creatures in the world have no dignity in this divine realm.

Decreased into decaying nourishment, dissipated in endless desolation.

Guilliman moved forward steadily, with firm eyes and steady steps.

The goal of this trip is clear, heading straight to the Plague Palace deep in Garden of Nurgle.

The goddess of life imprisoned here is his obsession to move forward.

The safety of the clan and the fate of the world are all tied to this.

In the quiet wilderness, a low, hoarse sound floated slowly.

The gentle tone was suffused with fanatical joy.

"The greatest treasure in the world, a peerless treasure."

The deep sound lingering in the wilderness is Whisper from Nurgle.

The god of decay sits on the throne, gently caressing the ancient remains.

The huge body is nestled against the remains of the giant beast, full of love.

The enthusiasm in his eyes is extremely strong, and he is obsessed with this treasure.

"I will use this as a foundation to create a new creation."

"Give birth to a unique heir and control the power of decay."

Nurgle was so engrossed in the ancient remains that he had no time to care about his surroundings.

Guilliman Seize this excellent opportunity and move forward quickly.

Through the blind spot of God Chaos's sight, quietly go deep into the depths of Garden of Nurgle.

The moment he walked into the depths, even a primarch like Guilliman, who was accustomed to big scenes, couldn't help but feel a familiar and extreme chill.

This place, this smell, is simply the ultimate enlarged version of Daemon Primarch Mortarion's biochemical laboratory.

The most favored Great Unclean One among Ku'gath and Nurgle's Garden is standing next to the furnace, guarding an old old cauldron and slowly cooking it.

Greater Daemon, who is the top subordinate of Nurgle, has a huge and bloated body, covered with rotten flesh, and looks hideous and terrifying.

No one knows that this famous and powerful Greater Daemon creature originally looked like an insignificant Plaguebearer.

Small and humble, lazy and mischievous, he wanders around Nurgle all day long, shuttling wantonly among the putrid sores.

Wandering aimlessly all day long, making only vague grunting sounds, he is the most ordinary humble creature in Nurgle's Garden.

The former Ku'gath was just an inconspicuous Plaguebearer, resting on Nurgle's shoulders all day long.

One day, it accidentally fell from a height and fell straight into the giant crucible where Nurgle was mixing the secret medicine.

The crucible is filled with the poisonous soup carefully refined by Nurgle. It is thick and turbid and contains the power of endless plague.

The ignorant Ku'gath was trapped in it and subconsciously swallowed a pot full of poisonous soup.

Strong toxins and decaying power poured into the body, instantly transforming its flesh and origin.

It seemed to be bewitched by fanaticism and wantonly devoured the filthy liquid and corrupt substances in the crucible.

When the entire pot of highly toxic soup was swallowed into its belly, its body underwent earth-shaking changes.

The tiny body expanded rapidly, the flesh and blood twisted and deformed, and finally transformed into the powerful Great Unclean One.

The huge body was covered with ulcerated flesh, and the ferocious appearance became what it is today.

Witnessing this funny and weird scene, Nurgle couldn't help laughing and feeling fond of it.

In the eyes of this god of decay, this unexpectedly transformed monster is full of silly fun.

Only Ku'gath himself felt heavy guilt and uneasiness in his heart.

It knew clearly that its reckless actions destroyed the perfect plague solution that Nurgle had spent so much effort to refine.

In order to make up for his own mistakes, Ku'gath has made up his mind since then.

It travels throughout the universe, traveling to countless star fields, frantically collecting all kinds of corrupted raw materials.

Day after day, he persistently searches for rare and dirty materials, and wants to recreate that pot of unparalleled poisonous soup.

It often travels through the civilized world, spreading plague wantonly and capturing innocent creatures.

Bring all the prisoners infected by the disease back to Nurgle's Garden and imprison them in the lairs around the furnace.

This pious obsession and dedicated dedication completely captured the heart of Nurgle.

Since then, Ku'gath has become the most valued high-level monster of Nurgle, firmly ranking among the core.

During the Horus Heresy period, it was summoned by Thousand Sons and set foot in the sacred realm of Terra.

Even though he has a bloated body and a simple and honest appearance, the ferocity and danger of Ku'gath cannot be underestimated.

It is tyrannical in strength and vicious in its methods. It controls the terrifying power of plague and kills countless people.

In the past, it went on an expedition to the agricultural star field, encountered the sacred Grey Knights, and fell under the holy light.

After a long period of dormancy, Ku'gath has awakened again and has become one of Nurgle's confidants.

When Plague Wars swept across the earth, it returned with force, causing endless disaster and decay.

It secretly stole the life essence of Guilliman, studied it with great concentration, and spent countless efforts on it.

Based on the blood of Primarch, it was combined with thousands of poisons to develop the deadly ultimate Godblight.

This specially made toxin directly points to the origin of gods and Primarch, and has the power to destroy the supreme existence.

Even though it failed to completely destroy Guilliman's body in the end, it still achieved its sinister purpose.

It successfully captured a ray of blood essence from Primarch and turned it into a precious material for refining the poison.