Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 28

  Chapter 28 Why are you fighting? ? 35

   The warp is boiling as always, echoing with a never-ending storm.

  Belongs to the realm of the evil **** of chaos-Nurgle, the Garden of Nurgle, located deep in the subspace.

  This weird space is composed of jungles, swamps, vegetation, and green spaces that are embodied by unclean life.

  The winding paths in the garden are full of disease slush and worms, and the air is always filled with plague clouds, buzzing swarms of plague flies and laughing imps.

  Plague giant mouth bushes, swollen fungi full of poison gas and flowers with poison sacs push each other, competing for the space to grow.

  The evil light from the subspace is scattered in the plague forest and flesh and blood thorns, casting unclean and malicious light spots.

  The garden is full of dripping sticky venom, swishing disgusting bugs and disgusting popping bubbles.

   This is a place of absolute evil, and no living thing can survive in the garden of the Plague God except the Nurgle followers who are good at enduring pain.

  On weekdays, this place is full of laughter, and it looks like a harmonious big family.

  Nurgle's demons are always so trouble-free, they are the happiest batch of Chaos Gods.

  The formerly bustling garden is now unusually quiet.

   The most unclean people who are most favored by Nurgle gathered together, and they looked at the writing on the slow Gath with pity.

  After feeling the ridicule from the parent and child of the curser, a wave of anger rose from their hearts.

  The words on Gath the Slow have the power of the cursed, the wriggling flesh cannot cover them, and the damage caused by the handwriting can never heal.

  These humiliating words will remain on Gath the slow one forever.

   "What he did was too cruel and equally infuriating." Kugas looked at the slow Gath with pity.

  The son of the cursed has humiliated all of the Father's subordinates, and also the Father himself.

   "Perhaps it's time to let Mortarion go out. They are brothers and understand each other better." Father Rain Rutigues said, "He will make that arrogant guy pay the price."

   "Let the parents and children of the curser know what a terrible mistake he made."

   "Let him suffer in pain and go to collapse."

  The Great Unclean Ones discuss their plans against Guilliman, and they have decided to make the arrogant Primarch pay.

  Time in the subspace is meaningless, at least not to the outside world.

  The Great Unclean Ones have been discussing for half a century, discussing every detail of the plan, to let Guilliman taste the bitter fruit of arrogance, and make him die of pain because of his own fault.

  After the discussion, they went to prepare separately.

   Mortarion also received a message from Gath the Slow.

  Guilliman's arrogance and humiliation made him extremely annoyed.

  Especially those words that said he was trash made him even more furious.

  Typhon has indeed escaped his control, and it was Typhon who planned to surrender to Nurgle.

   This incident became his heart disease, and no matter who talked about it, he was very angry.

  The former Jaghatai Khan took advantage of this, driving Mortarion out of control.

   Now, Guilliman is repeating his old tricks, and Mortarion is equally furious.

   "I will go to you, Guilliman, I hope you will be as arrogant and arrogant as you are now."

  When Mortarion uttered these words, his huge body trembled.

  He couldn't help but look for his brother, let him know that he is different now.

  Guilliman would pay the heaviest price for those words, Mortarion swore inwardly.

  The time in the garden has passed so long, but to the outside world, it is still only the day when Gath, the slow one, was expelled.

  Time in the Warp has no meaning, its flow depends on the masters of the various realms.

  The demons were expelled, and the leader of the traitors was killed.

  The war on Sara Star is over, and the plague fighters have nowhere to escape. They lost their warships, were trapped on the surface, and were then executed by the loyalists.

  Cultists are also being purged.

  They are too numerous and scattered to be easily wiped out.

   The interstellar warriors and the star border army dispersed into small teams to encircle and suppress them, and there will be results soon.

  The surviving civilians were removed from the plague-ridden fortress and placed in another less polluted place.

  Corresponding rescue work is underway.

   Mechanicum is cleaning and purifying the entire city.

  Some of the accompanying priests of the state religion are also reciting the emperor's prayer poems, trying to expel the pollution of the warp.

   "Destruction is always easier than creation." Guilliman stood on a half-shattered balcony, overlooking the destroyed hive, and shook his head.

  The place where he is staying now is the place where the ruler of the hive capital once stayed.

  You can see the former luxury of this place from the unspoiled place.

  All kinds of precious artworks are placed everywhere, and the advanced technologies of Mechanicus are also perfectly applied. It is used to provide the most comfortable life for the owner here.

  The gap between the rich and the poor in the empire has reached an extremely terrifying level. The nobles at the upper echelons of the hive capital can enjoy food, fruits and vegetables from other agricultural worlds.

  They control the distribution of wealth in the hive city, which makes their lives so exquisite that they are outrageously exquisite and extravagant beyond imagination.

  The workers and scavengers in the middle and bottom classes live in a miserable life.

  The middle layer can also enjoy some artificial synthetic meat, or various livestock that have been spawned.

  In order to ensure industrial output, various trade unions and dignitaries will also formulate some regulations and laws to maintain order.

   Those at the bottom do not know if they are considered human beings.

   What they eat is the starch of the corpse and the garbage that is not needed in the upper layer.

  Order does not exist.

   Gangsters are rampant, mutants, wild psykers, monsters living in the dark.

   What awaits them is the endless fighting for survival.

  To be honest, with such a terrifying gap between the rich and the poor, it is no wonder that there are endless cultists who believe in chaos.

  The bottom layer of the Hive City provides enough fertile soil for Chaos to corrupt humans.

  A large number of low-level people who could not bear the pain chose to betray the human emperor and surrender to chaos.

   Not only Chaos, but even the spies of the Zerg have developed many cults in the empire.

   Under the slogan of equality and freedom, a large group of people can often be coaxed into serving them wholeheartedly.

"This situation must be changed, otherwise human beings can only fall into endless internal friction." Guilliman is very clear that the biggest problem of the empire lies in the empire itself. No matter how invading Chaos is, it can't cover up many traitors because there is no hope and harmony. Suffering from oppression, but choosing chaos.

  The State Church, Tribunal, and the Terra Council maintained the integrity of the empire to a certain extent, but their chaotic and bureaucratic rule also sent a large number of soldiers to Chaos.

   If you can't crush the stubborn disease of the empire itself, then there will be no future.

  The sound of footsteps sounded.

  Sicarius walked in, "My lord, the representative of Sara is here."

   "Let them come over." Guilliman withdrew his thoughts, and walked towards the hall that had just been cleaned.

  The corpse has been removed, and the blood has been cleaned once, but the craters and scorched marks are still very conspicuous, and the traces of war cannot be erased so easily.

  Guilliman doesn't care about these either, the shabby and luxurious office will not affect his decision and thinking.

  A group of people dressed in luxurious clothes walked in. In order to welcome this important moment, some of them even sprayed perfume on purpose, and found out their neatest and most luxurious clothes.

   "Respectful Primarch."

  They saluted respectfully, their respectful appearance was full of flattery.

   "I am the planetary governor of Sara. Thank you, Lord Primarch, for coming. You have saved us. The holy and great emperor, this must be our reward for our loyalty to the empire and the emperor."

  A fat man stepped forward, his body was so bloated, the cumbersome fat was layered on top of each other, and with some green paint splashed on it, he could act as a follower of the plague on the spot.

  Guilliman frowned slightly, scanned the group of people, and frowned slightly.

  They are clean and plump, with no wounds visible.

  The clothes on their bodies are luxurious and expensive, and several people have well-made mechanical prostheses on their bodies. This is by no means something that ordinary people can have.

   Guilliman turned his head to look at Sicarius with confusion in his eyes. These people are the representatives of Sara he wanted? ?

Sensing the confusion of his master, Sicarius hurriedly explained: "They are the planetary governor of Sara and the most influential families. I found them in the depths of a fortress and brought them here. See you."

"Sicarius, this is the first and last time. I won't be angry with you because I never told you the real reason we fought for." Guilliman's calm words hid anger.

  “Ten billions of people have died in this world, but they are alive and well, not even a scar, and their clothes are kept spotless, is this something to be proud of?

   They accept this position that should protect civilians, but use such rights to protect themselves and abandon their duties. Is this behavior worth advocating?

   Don't you think it's fair that tortured people heal alone while shameless people usurp their credit?

  Sicarius, why are you fighting? Could it be that it is a group of maggots that are defending, rather than guarding the people of the empire? ?

   Tell them to get out and find a real representative to meet me, Sicarius. "

  (end of this chapter)

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