On a twisted, chaotic battlefield strewn with blood and corpses, warped flesh covered one side, while rotting soil covered the other.
Two armies fought here. On one side stood the renegade Emperor's Children Chapter, representing Slaanesh; on the other stood the Grandfather's children, the Death Guard Chapter led by Mortarion.
In terms of their strengths and weaknesses, Nurgle countered Slaanesh almost completely.
Most of Slaanesh's troops were highly mobile, hard-hitting, agile, and deadly. They excelled at close combat but had weak defenses.
Nurgle was the exact opposite: low mobility and slow attacks. Though those attacks packed tremendous force, they rarely landed. In exchange, every unit of Nurgle possessed extraordinary resilience under the Grandfather's blessings.
The lord of decaying life was still a lord of life. Even Khorne's troops struggled to wipe out Nurgle's units quickly.
A shapely Daemonette used its astonishing flexibility to evade repeated swings of a Nurgle Plaguebearer's club. Another Nurgle Plaguebearer could not hit it with its Plague Cleaver either.
As it dodged, the Daemonette sliced open the Plaguebearers' skin and flesh with its claws, sending rotten organs and hideous meat spraying out along with maggots.
Such wounds could not kill Plaguebearers that feared neither plague nor viruses. Their bloated bodies continued attacking.
The Daemonette was smug. It thought these stupid creatures would never hit it. It only needed to tear their bellies open a little further or cut off their heads to finish them off.
Yet its body grew heavier and heavier, its movements slower and slower. The gradual change was difficult to notice in such a short time. Plagues and viruses were eating away at the Daemonette.
By the time the Daemonette realized something was wrong, the Plaguebearers' seemingly clumsy heavy weapons had become a lethal threat. A Plague Cleaver struck its body, leaving it