Chapter 524 Ko'arl: Steady now, the Black Throne plan has a 99.9999999% chance of success.

Glug glug ~

The Great Glutton · Bala, a festering, pus-filled mountain of flesh, let out a loud snore, and a series of bubbles rose from the foul-smelling mud.

He mumbled something, indistinct beneath the mud:

"Stew… more stew, Father, cook a little more, heh heh heh…"

This favored one was clearly having some kind of sweet dream, feasting in his sleep, then grabbing the foot of another Great Unclean One and shoving it into his mouth.

"Great Glutton!"

The Rain Father, Rotigus, watching this scene, found it unbearable.

This newly ascended favored one was simply useless compared to the former Kugath; he could not see any possibility of the Nurgle's Garden recovering through him.

His anger formed an even greater, diseased storm, washing over the mud and the Great Unclean Ones within with a torrential downpour.

"What's going on? Is it raining in the garden?"

Bala was jolted awake by the sudden storm, and the other Great Unclean Ones also groggily stirred from their slumber, grumbling.

But he quickly realized the source of the rain: "Rotigus, don't you know that disturbing the great nap is impolite?!"

Since gaining the power to manage Nurgle's Garden, this favored one had issued many new measures in the name of the Father.

One of these was the great nap.

During this time, all Great Unclean Ones and Plaguebearers had to sleep comfortably.

In addition, there were also joyful evening parties, delicious stew days, and so on, enriching the demonic lives of the Plaguebearers.

In Bala's concept, Plaguebearers should not frequently fight and kill, but should immerse themselves in eternal stagnation and joy.

Keeping their hearts calm and happy.

"As the favored one, are you just going to hide in the garden and not go out?"

Rotigus questioned, waving his staff of tumors: "You must lead the favored ones to spread plague in the galaxy and the warp, to avenge our enemies.

Bring more corrupted souls back to Nurgle's Garden!"

Since Father Nurgle was seriously injured and fell into slumber, the Nurgle's domain had lost too much of the essence of plague, and the Chaos Daemons under the other Chaos Gods were accelerating their encroachment on their territory.

This led to a significant decline in the strength of Nurgle's Garden, forming a negative cycle.

Rotigus strode forward in anger, reaching out to grab the still dazed favored one.

However, as soon as his hand reached out, he was stopped by the other Great Unclean Ones.

"Second favored one, please be respectful. Are you questioning the Father's choice?"

Seven or eight of the top-ranked Great Unclean Ones surrounded the Rain Father, a hint of anger in their eyes.

They would not allow the Rain Father to desecrate the favored one, as that would be disrespectful to Father Nurgle.

Rotigus looked at the angry gazes around him and calmed down. This was not the time for more infighting.

He sighed deeply:

"Great Glutton, favored one, I have never questioned the Father, I just hope you will not fail the expectations of the great Father."

A Great Unclean One sneered:

"Your thinking is completely wrong.

The Father has never blamed our favored one, but praised him after waking up once.

He said that the favored one's understanding of plague has surpassed all Great Unclean Ones."

Father Nurgle is the God of Ease, hoping that all life will accept entropy and decay, and face everything with a peaceful and happy attitude.

Then unconditionally accept yourself as you are, and be yourself.

The Great Glutton · Bala did just that.

He accepted everything about himself, indulged in his nature to enjoy corruption, and quickly dispelled the sadness and pain of the Plaguebearers after Nurgle's Garden experienced disaster.

Putting them back in a state of happiness.

This is the result that Father Nurgle hopes to achieve, allowing His essence to gradually recover.

Another Great Unclean One continued: "As for the revenge you mentioned, the new grand plan proposed by the favored one is for the purpose of revenge.

Now, the entire Nurgle's Garden is preparing for this matter."

At this moment, cheerful music rang out in Nurgle's Garden, activating the entire garden like an alarm clock.

The Plaguebearers woke up from their slumber, humming a little tune as they set up large pots and began to boil soup, throwing in a large amount of plague materials.

For a time, Nurgle's Garden was filled with various colors of poisonous smoke.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone's intestines are about to knot, right?

The day of the delicious stew has arrived, and the Father's sevenfold blessed pot is about to bubble!"

Bala was even more excited.

He immediately greeted the Great Unclean Ones to set up large pots and began to throw various plague materials into the pot, the thick yellow mist filling the swamp area.

The Great Glutton and the Great Unclean Ones were all immersed in the making of the plague stew, and no one paid attention to the Rain Father.

Now, under the leadership of the favored one, the Plaguebearers are more like garden babies than before.

Rotigus stood there blankly, feeling somewhat out of place with everything around him.

Those spreading yellow mists made him even more uncomfortable.

"Father, who can tell me, what exactly is the so-called revenge plan?"

After being silent for a while, he finally asked.

Bala happily scooped up a spoonful of stew and put it in his mouth to taste, then he scooped another spoonful and sent it to Rotigus: "You taste it, this is our plan."

Rotigus frowned and swallowed the slightly colorful stew with some suspicion, but the taste was good.

But the next moment, he frowned tightly, his stomach churning, as if countless maggots were biting in his stomach.

An extreme sense of nausea struck.

Blech ~

He spat out a pile of green mucus and felt a burst of fatigue.

This Rain Father suddenly realized that he had only simply tasted a mouthful of stew and had contracted a serious plague, how absurd.

He didn't even suffer such serious consequences when he tasted the unformed God-plague stew brewed by Kugath back then.

"It seems that our second favored one is still unable to adapt to such a plague…"

Those Great Unclean Ones drank the stew in the pot and laughed happily, mocking Rotigus's ability to withstand it.

In fact, it took them some time to adapt to the new type of plague stew.

"This… is a new plague weapon?"

Rotigus reacted and widened his eyes.

He smelled a familiar scent and became even more shocked: "The stew in the pot is very similar to the God-plague making technique…"

Bala was quite proud, putting his short arms behind his back with effort:

"I risked my life to taste the God-plague left in Nurgle's Garden, absorbed its essence, and developed a new plague technique.

This will become the core of the new plan, the key to the recovery of Nurgle's Garden."

Since the Great Glutton researched the new plague technique, he has been regarded as a genius by the Plaguebearers and quickly swept through the entire Nurgle's Garden.

Now the Nurgle Daemons have abandoned the previous plague techniques and turned to the study of new plague techniques.

They are becoming more and more enthusiastic about brewing new plague stews.

At first, Bala just wanted to make some strong and delicious stew.

But later, the Plaguebearers discovered that this plague stew technique was too explosive, with damage at the psychic level, and could be used to deal with other Chaos Daemons.

Even the Plaguebearers may not be able to withstand it, and it has a very large damage to warp creatures.

On the contrary, it does not have much effect on the life of the galaxy's real universe.

Because Father Nurgle often scolded the Changer of Ways and the Blood God when he was sleeping in the Black Fortress, the Plaguebearers also had a mentality of revenge.

Bala, the demon chicken thief and shrewd traitor, strengthened this mentality in the name of the Father.

He promoted it in the name of the Father, announcing that he would use the form of plague to avenge the other Chaos Gods.

Under his influence, a large number of Plaguebearers returned from the galaxy to Nurgle's Garden, focusing on brewing special stews that could poison other Chaos Daemons.

This is the new grand plan.

The Plaguebearers will appear in a completely new look, becoming beings that other Chaos Daemons will change color and be frightened of.

So as to recapture the lost territory.

That is to say, for a considerable period of time, the goal of Nurgle's Garden is other Chaos Daemons.

The Great Glutton · Bala, the chicken thief, shrewd traitor, and clever guy, single-handedly turned the Nurgle's domain into a chaotic neutral existence, specializing in fighting against Chaos Daemons.

These changes, in turn, will also affect the sleeping Father Nurgle.

Making the struggle between the Chaos Gods even more chaotic.

Now, the so-called cooperation of the Chaos Gods is very fragile, and they have never regarded humans or the cursed as real enemies.

They regard the galaxy as a cafeteria, and humans are a more delicious piece of cake, and the cursed are an obstacle.

The only enemy of the Chaos Gods is each other.

Therefore, when Father Nurgle promoted the great plan to kill the Imperial Regent Guilliman, and annex large territories of the galaxy to severely damage the empire.

The other Chaos Gods came to sabotage and attack, completely destroying the great plan that the Father had carefully prepared for countless centuries.

Now the Plaguebearers are becoming more and more hateful of other Chaos Daemons because of the Father's injury.

They will go all out to avenge and take back everything they have lost.

After understanding everything, the Rain Father, Rotigus, had a different feeling when he looked at the smoke rising from all parts of Nurgle's Garden.

Those weren't ordinary plague soups, but cauldrons upon cauldrons of terrifying plague war weapons.

Over the years, he had constantly thought about reclaiming territory and restoring Nurgle's Garden, but with little success.

He was even defeated by the Slaaneshi Keeper of Secrets, Shalaxi Helbane, and suffered serious injuries.

If that being hadn't been suddenly recalled, he might not have even been able to keep the last bit of his spoils territory.

However, the Great Unclean One, Rotigus, had unknowingly completed his plan and created a large number of plague weapons.

He had just experienced the power of those plague weapons, and the damage to other Chaos Daemons would only be greater.

These plague weapons would definitely be able to help Nurgle's domain reclaim territory, and even become stronger than before!

"First Chosen, I admit that I misunderstood you before."

Rotigus's attitude was no longer so aloof, becoming much more moderate: "Your achievements are amazing, worthy of the sevenfold plague blessing.

If possible, I would like to learn the new plague brewing techniques."

This Rainfather also hoped to obtain that technique to make himself stronger.

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Bala didn't refuse either, and enthusiastically set up a large pot for the Second Chosen, allowing the other party to participate in the day of delicious soup.

The Nurgle's Garden area unknowingly produced a large number of plague weapons that could harm Chaos Daemons.

Soon, the Great Glutton, Bala, received an order from the Great Four-Armed Emperor, hoping that he could lead the Plague Daemons to reinforce Commorragh.

The first favorite of the Nurgle Father issued the order for war for the first time, and announced that he would personally lead the Plague Army to Commorragh.

This would be the first collective expedition of the Plague Chosen after the Nurgle's Garden War.

They would take revenge on all the Chaos Daemons who had harmed Nurgle's Garden, to demonstrate their own strength!

The corrupt smoke of Nurgle's Garden began to boil, accompanied by joyful music, seven huge rotten void whales - the Plague Arks flew out of Nurgle's domain.

Heading towards the rift area of Commorragh.

— —

Commorragh City, Spire Terrace.

"The reinforcements are here!"

Ron looked at the dark yellow shadow on the other side of the Veil rift, and smiled.

Those were Plague Daemons.

The cunning Daemon traitor, the Great Glutton, Bala, that he had arranged would lead the Plague tide to attack other Chaos Daemons.

This would lead to an even more chaotic scene, and would also curb the Chaos tide's invasion of Commorragh to a certain extent.

Making the Commorragh's great migration plan smoother.

Afterwards, from the virtual images sent from many front lines, he saw the army of Plague Daemons.

The figure of the Great Glutton, Bala, was even more eye-catching.

In the surging tide of daemons, swollen Plaguebearers carried a palanquin made of rotten branches, and the mountain-like Great Glutton, Bala, sat in it.

He was holding a giant cauldron four or five meters high, enjoying the delicious soup.

Those Plaguebearers had a single horn on their heads, full of smiles, praising the name of the First Chosen, silently counting the holy number of seven.

Around the rotten branch palanquin were more Plague Fly swarms and Nurgling bands.

They beat gongs and drums, making a puffing, muffled orchestral music, with a hint of joy in the unpleasantness.

Wherever the Great Glutton passed, yellow plague poisonous fog filled the air, and the various corpses and wreckage on the battlefield crawled up and became new living corpses.

The Plague Army was getting bigger and bigger.

Several Keepers of Secrets under Slaanesh waved sharp blades, attempting to launch an attack on the Great Glutton.

However, before they broke into the defense line composed of the Plaguebearer guards, they were smeared in the face with unknown plague vomit, and suffered from diarrhea and vomiting.

"Lord of Pleasure… …

No, my elaborate makeup, twisted cloak, I must not be so embarrassed!

Such dirty attack methods, for the Keepers of Secrets who like luxury and pay attention to image, are the most unacceptable and uncomfortable things.

In the past, the Keepers of Secrets could use witchcraft or Chaos psychic energy to block or dispel these dirty things, and even if they were poisoned, it would not be so strong.

However, this time, they simply couldn't clear and block the onset of plague toxins, one after another with pale faces, legs clamped together, and covering their chrysanthemums, they fell down.

Pulling a ground on the spot.

This was the most terrifying diarrhea attack of the Great Glutton, Bala, which could use unnatural means to make any Chaos life feel the intense abdominal pain and the horror of anal incontinence.

He didn't even pay attention to the Keepers of Secrets who were exhausted from diarrhea, and the rotten branch palanquin crossed those guys who were still pulling on the ground and continued to advance towards the Chaos tide.

Wherever the Great Glutton passed, the Chaos Daemons all pulled to the ground, causing the demons to change color.

Especially those Slaaneshi Greater Daemons, smelled the smell and ran away, the Khorne Greater Daemons were also unwilling to duel with such a dirty and despicable existence.

From this moment on, a new legend was born in the warp, that was the legend about the Great Glutton, Bala.

Stinking.

"Hiss~

Bala's attack methods are too dirty, right? Who can stand this?!"

Ron looked at the battle scenes of the Great Glutton, Bala, sent from the front line, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.

From any point of view, such an attack was extremely terrible, even the Chaos Daemons couldn't stand it, how scary it should be.

Even the high-level warriors of mankind are difficult to withstand, everyone is a famous figure in the galactic warp, who would be willing to pull a pocket in front of everyone on the battlefield.

Vomiting and diarrhea.

Such fierce toxins, maybe even the circulation system of the power armor is difficult to filter, when the internal air circulates.

It's simply a disaster.

And it is also a huge destruction to the image.

For example, a proud Primarch of the Empire just shouted a hot-blooded slogan, went up to fight the evil Abomination Great Glutton, and was smeared in the face with dirty things halfway.

Then he pulled in his pants, and light yellow mist and dirty things sprinkled along the seams of the armor.

That picture is unimaginable.

"Fortunately, Bala is one of our own, and is also a Chaos Daemon special attack… …"

Ron thought of this, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to pay attention to the war situation in various areas.

The offensive of the Plague Daemons was very fierce.

They single-handedly disrupted the Chaos tides of other evil gods at the same time, and the various plague soups they brewed gave the Chaos Daemons many wounds.

Many super-enhanced versions, psychic-level flu, fever, putrid blisters, rotten cauliflower, genital warts, weakness and impotence, etc.

Rampantly destroying the combat power of the Chaos Daemons.

This was the first time that the Plague Chosen had shown their strength since the Nurgle's Garden War.

Beaming with pride.

Not only in Commorragh, they went to more battlefields to fight other Chaos Daemons, plundering souls and territory.

They were stronger than before!

Due to the Plague Chosen's disruption, the pressure on Commorragh was greatly reduced, and the great migration plan was successfully implemented.

One after another, the webway entrances leading to the Redemption satellite area were destroyed.

Isolating many attacks.

"Lord Asurmen, we have destroyed half of the target webway entrances according to the plan.

In the next three dark days, we will evacuate all the residents of Commorragh that can be evacuated, and completely close the passage between Commorragh and the Redemption satellite area."

The Daemonette secretary, Ilyse, reported the latest progress of the great migration plan.

The results were gratifying.

"The situation is very good!"

Ron received the report and took a small sip of champagne.

Afterwards, he began to pay attention to the repair progress of the Black Throne.

As long as the Black Throne is repaired and successfully activated, it will be able to attract the power of the Holy Sun to block the Veil rift, otherwise the Chaos tide will continue to invade.

Next, you only need to expel the remaining demons, and it will be a success.

After waiting patiently for another two days, the Black Throne was finally repaired.

— —

Black Throne Area.

"The moment to end all of this has finally arrived."

Ron's consciousness returned to the Emperor clone, and he began to condense the strength of his whole body, and the whole person exuded a strong golden light.

Like the sun of reality.

He will act as a medium to guide the power of the Holy Sun to establish a Veil barrier, which is a plan that the Black Stone Throne has successfully implemented.

Once successful, he will be able to leave the throne.

Ron looked at the Black Mechanicus Sage not far away, and was still a little uneasy: "Cawl, we should be able to succeed, right?"

"Don't you still believe in the technology of the genius Cawl?"

Cawl was full of confidence, and the electronic eye constantly projected corresponding data: "Let me calculate it for you again. Through these days of maintenance, my understanding of the Black Throne structure has improved again.

The current probability of success has reached 99.9999999%. Theoretically, there is almost no possibility of failure in this plan."

Huh?

Ron heard this data and swallowed: "Why do I feel more dangerous?!

Don't you kid trick me… …"

"You said… …to believe in science!"

Cawl said, suddenly activating the Black Throne.

This magnificent mechanical creation of the galaxy issued a roaring rhythm, like an ancient beast awakening.