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The Nurgles frolicked and hopped happily in their loving father’s new garden, as if the whole world belonged to them alone.

The garden is full of life, with a green river flowing gently. Several "willow" branches hang down from the bank, and these branches have sharp teeth and little mouths that are now grinning with big smiles.

The eyes on the "willow tree" also wore expressions of joy, admiring their loving father's new garden.

Although the garden is not yet complete, the Nurgles firmly believe that as long as they cultivate and maintain it diligently, it will become more and more beautiful.

They imagined the future with great anticipation, when more "flowers" would bloom in the garden and more life would thrive there.

Meanwhile, plague-infested zombies wandered aimlessly across the land.

Their steps were slow and heavy, as if they had lost their way.

However, a few mischievous Nurgles suddenly jumped onto them. These little guys raised their hands and made an exaggerated gesture of gazing into the distance, as if mocking the walkers' confusion.

In every corner of the garden, maggots crawled among the various "succulents".

They greeted each other, communicating in their own unique way.

Sometimes, they even exchange small gifts with each other, which may be just a piece of skin that has fallen from their bodies or a germ from their bodies, but to the maggots, these are already very precious.

Finally, the Great Impure One also appeared in the garden. It walked carefully, afraid of stepping on the "grass".

Its plump body gently swept over the blades of grass, and when it was about to place its feet down, the blades of grass seemed to sense its arrival and made way for it.

And so, the great unclean being slowly departed from the new garden, bid farewell by the loving father's children.

In a dark and decaying world, Nurgle's descendant stands silently in the center like a giant mountain of flesh.

It was surrounded by concentric circles of unclean beings, monsters that reeked of a nauseating stench, covered in pustules and tumors, their skin a sickly gray, crawling with Nurgle spirits.

The Nurgles crawled rampantly on the Great Unclean Ones, their tiny bodies weaving among these enormous monsters as if this were their paradise.

Meanwhile, Nurgle himself was busy simmering a pot of thick soup.

The soup was a terrifyingly dark green, as if it contained endless evil and depravity.

However, for Naggle, this pot of soup was filled with fatherly love.

Narue carefully distributed the thick soup he had prepared to the unclean beings around him, instructing them to make sure that the rest of his family could also enjoy this delicious soup.

The unclean beings nodded, their faces beaming with satisfaction, and then happily shared the soup with their companions, friends, and family.

As the figures of the Great Impure Ones receded into the distance, Nurgle's Descendant slowly raised its head, its gaze fixed on a point of light in the sky.

The point of light grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a massive warship—the Glory of Macragge.

The warship pierced the dark sky, bringing Guilliman and a large number of Ultramarines to this "planet" corrupted by Nurgle.

The air on this planet was filled with a pungent odor, a result of constantly mutating pathogens floating in the air.

The scourge carriers and plague flies patrolled this "garden," observing their surroundings and not missing any potential threat.

Demonic engines, made of yellowish-green flesh and unidentified steel, roared across the planet, their deafening noise serving as the background music for this decaying world.

Meanwhile, the unclean beings are busy in every corner, distributing the filthy soup everywhere, passing on this "love" to more "family members".

Guilliman stood on the bridge of the Makurag Glory, his once handsome face now expressionless like a sculpture, his eyes fixed on the chaotic, demonic scene below.

The Makurag Glory continued its astonishing speed, showing no sign of stopping.

If this continues, it will inevitably collide violently with this planet.

Just then, a soft sigh seemed to come from nothingness, sending chills down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of fleshy tentacles suddenly surged up from the planet, stretching out towards the Makrag Glory like demonic hands reaching out from hell.

Calga and the other crew members held their breath in tension, their eyes wide as they watched the fleshy tentacles surge forward like a tide, quickly obscuring the bridge view of the Makurag's Glory.

At that moment, they felt as if they were crashing into a terrifying wall of flesh and blood.

Whether it was Karga's imagination or not, he suddenly noticed that the engine output of the Macurag's Glory seemed to have become much stronger in an instant.

At the same time, the law barrier set up by the Vision Needles was triggered, and began to drastically weaken the subspace properties of those fleshy tentacles in an unreasonable manner.

In an instant, some of the fleshy tentacles seemed to lose their support and abruptly disappeared into the void.

On the bow of the Makurag's Glory, a ball of golden flame began to gather and burn fiercely, as if launching a final charge against the terrifying wall of flesh and blood.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the Makrag Glory, like a burning meteor, crashed straight into the giant wall made of fleshy tentacles.

The unclean ones were distributing the thick soup in an orderly manner, but suddenly, as if sensing something unusual, they all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky in unison.

The sky, which should have been calm, was now terrifying, with countless fleshy tentacles constantly collapsing and breaking apart, as if being destroyed by a powerful force.

Dark green blood rained down from the sky, creating a massive acid rain that covered half the planet.

The scene was so shocking that it reminded people of the end of the world.

Along with the blood, chunks of flesh burning with golden flames fell, tumbling and plummeting through the air like demons that had escaped from hell.

Faced with this sudden disaster, the unclean beings did not panic. Instead, they quickly put down the thick soup in their hands, demonstrating their duty and responsibility as "gardeners".

Without hesitation, they unleashed their power, erecting a sturdy barrier for the Nurgles and other life in the Garden.

However, despite the great impurities' best efforts to protect them, the scale of the disaster was so immense that many pieces of flesh and blood breached their defenses and fell into the "garden."

The moment these chunks of flesh and blood touched the ground, they triggered a series of explosions and fires, plunging the once peaceful and joyful "garden" into chaos.

The little grasses scattered in terror, desperately trying to escape the reach of this disaster.

The "trees," on the other hand, appeared somewhat clumsy, struggling to move their uneven legs, trying to get away from the danger with uneven steps.

The entire "garden" was thrown into chaos and left in a mess by this sudden disaster.

With a deafening roar, the Makurag Glory, like a ferocious beast, smashed into the entwined fleshy tentacles with overwhelming force.

Immediately after this terrifying collision, sparks of fire erupted from the hull of the Makurag Glory like shooting stars.

These flames were from Thunderhawk fighters, Stormhawk fighters, and Ultramarines' drop pods; they all faced the same direction: Nurgle's New Garden.

These meteor-like vehicles intertwined in the sky to create a spectacular scene, as the Emperor's Death Angel arrived on this planet with the Emperor's blessings.