The Gardener of Nurgle's Garden

More Great Unclean One roaring.

Some crawled out of rotten caves, some rose from the mud of swamps, and some burst out directly from the trees blown down by the storm.

They have different shapes, some look like mutated insects, some look like swollen giants, and some look like some kind of terrifying thing that even biology cannot define.

But they have only one purpose - to attack the intruders, kill them all, and use their corpses to repair Garden of Nurgle.

Deep in Nurgle's Garden, there is a land that has never been touched by storms.

It is the center of the garden, the area first cultivated by Nurgle, and the oldest, most decayed, and most sacred place in the entire garden.

Every inch of soil here is soaked with the blessing of Nurgle, every stone is covered with 65 million-year-old moss, and the roots of every tree penetrate deep into the bottom layer of Warp.

There lives a Greater Daemon.

His name is Slimux.

Nurgle was the first to create Greater Daemon, the oldest and most trusted subordinate of his loving father.

He has many titles - "Great Cultivator", "Chief Gardener", "Daily Steward", but none of them can fully express his essence.

He is Nurgle's Garden itself.

When the dark green beam of blessing light hit him, Slimux was squatting in front of a Skeleton Rose tree, carefully stroking its petals with his palms.

It was no ordinary caressing, but checking the thickness, flexibility, and degree of decay of the petals.

Skeleton Rose is one of the most difficult plants to take care of among Nurgle's Garden. It is extremely sensitive to the acidity and alkalinity of the soil. If it is slightly uncomfortable, the roots will rot and die - not the kind of "death" that slowly withers, but the kind that starts from the roots and turns into a pool of pus.

Slimux It took thousands of years to figure out its temperament, another thousands of years to find the most suitable fertilizer formula for its growth, and another thousands of years to transplant, cultivate and prune each plant one by one.

At this moment, the petals of the Skeleton Rose plant are trembling in the storm.

Not because of the storm itself, but because the soil of Garden of Nurgle began to deteriorate under the erosion of the storm, and the pH was rapidly deviating from the appropriate range.

Slimux's one eye opened in the beam of light.

The eye was not big, only the size of an adult's fist, and was located on his wrinkled face that looked like old tree bark.

But those eyes were very bright, as bright as a dark green star.

At this moment, the star was burning with an unprecedented light - anger.

Slimux stood up.

His height is not an exaggeration, only about five meters, and he can even be considered "petite" compared to his compatriots who are often dozens of meters tall.

But no one will think that he is weak, because his body is almost the epitome of Nurgle's Garden--

The rotten skin is covered with a thick layer of rotten leaves and soil. Various tiny fungi grow in those rotten leaves, which are colorful, like a moving mushroom garden.

There was a huge tumor on his back, and inside the tumor was a rotting tendril that was slowly blooming. The tendril's vines wrapped around his arms, squirming slightly like a living creature.

His legs are thick and short, and the soles of his feet are huge and covered with calluses. Every step he takes on the ground can create a piece of fertile soil suitable for the plague to thrive.

He held a gardening sickle in his left hand. The blade of the sickle was covered with the juices of various plants. The juices were dried, mixed, and fermented on the blade, forming a thick, dark green coating that exuded a sweet and putrid smell.

That is not an ordinary coating, it is Slimux's exclusive formula that has not been changed for 65 million years. The plants cut by this sickle will not die, but will rot to the point where no roots are left.

In his right hand he holds a sowing stick, the head of which is a round metal ball covered with small holes.

The sphere contained a mixture of plague spores prepared by Nurgle himself. With a slight press, the spores would erupt from the small holes, spread in the air, take root in the soil, and grow in flesh and blood.

He mounted his mount - the giant Nurgle snail, Mucky.

Mucky is bigger than Slimux. The heavy snail shell on its back is covered with dark green moss and tiny mushrooms. There are countless tiny cracks on the surface of the shell, and thick, glowing mucus oozes from the cracks.

The slime covered every inch of land that Mucky crawled over, providing the perfect breeding ground for Slimux to sow seeds.

Mucky's tentacles are two slender fleshy pillars with eyeballs on the top. At this moment, the two tentacles are standing high, and in the eyeballs, the blessing from Nurgle is also burning.

Usually its speed is very slow, so slow that even a Plaguebearer can easily surpass it.

But today is different.

Today, it felt like it was possessed by something.

The huge, discus-like flat feet suddenly shrank on the ground, and then suddenly extended, and its body was ejected like a cannonball.

It smashes through fallen trees, crushes withered flowers, and rushes through burning ruins.

Mucus spurted out from the cracks in its shell, dragging a long, glowing dark green trail behind it, like a highway leading to death.

Slimux is sitting on the back of Mucky, holding a sickle in one hand and a sowing staff in the other.

His single eye was burning with green flames, and his face was expressionless—that face like old tree bark could not express any rich expressions—but his aura changed.

It was not the aura of the usual gentle, silent old gardener who only knew how to plant flowers, but the aura of an ancient being whose territory had been violated, angry, and about to bring destruction.

He took a deep breath through his nostrils, inhaling the dry, cold air polluted by the Material Universe storm into his lungs.

The air flow made him frown.

He doesn't like the taste.

This is not the smell of Garden of Nurgle, it is the smell of an intruder.

"Someone dares to destroy Garden of Nurgle."

His voice was low and hoarse, like dead branches rubbing in the wind, "Someone dares to destroy Garden of Nurgle."

His hand holding the sickle suddenly tightened.

He raised the gardening sickle, its blade shining with dark green light in the storm.

He opened his mouth and let out a roar--

"I want their corpses to be covered with mushrooms, and maggots and flies to be born in the flesh and blood of those corpses!"

Slimux has never ridden so fast.

The giant snail named Mucky is moving faster than common sense.

Its body was ejected from the ruins of Garden of Nurgle, and each expansion and contraction spanned hundreds of meters. Mucus spurted out from the cracks in the shell, dragging a long, glowing dark green trail behind it.

When the mucus fell on the ground, tiny mushrooms immediately grew. Those mushrooms trembled in the storm, and then were blown away, turning into countless dark green spores, mixed into the storm, and spread all over the Nurgle's Garden.

Slimux's single eye burned with green flames.

He raised his gardening sickle high, its blade covered with 65 million years of accumulated plant juices. At this moment, those juices were burning in the air, emitting colorful smoke.

His sowing staff rotated in his hand, like a staff ready to fire off a flare at any time.

He is the one who knows this land best among Nurgle's Garden.

He knows where every fork in the road ends, knows the depth of every swamp, and knows the most vulnerable gaps in every thorn bush.

He chose the nearest road, a secret passage that even Plaguebearer didn't know about, and cut directly from the edge of Garden of Nurgle into the center of the storm.