Chapter 68 Goddess Aisha

If Tzeentch's labyrinth and crystal palace represent infinite changes, then Nurgle's plague garden represents eternal stagnation and an infinite cycle of decay and rebirth. As a god that can represent life to some extent in the universe, Nurgle is indeed a very kind and easy-going god compared to the abnormal Khorne with a head KPI, Slaanesh with only yellow waste and various perverted gameplay in his mind, and the unscrupulous boss Tzeentch who likes to pit his enemies and his own people.

The premise is that you can survive from his kind blessing. Mortals who cannot bear his great power will die in endless illness and decay, or go to the torture of eternal diseases that are more painful than death.

But if you are lucky enough to survive from the blessing, then congratulations, please enjoy the splendid and magnificent scenery of Nurgle's garden! The budding fleshy flowers and the land covered with mold, the flawless ones have no brilliance. Nurgle is a true artist, Tzeentch is just a troublemaker, and young Slaanesh is a playboy. We don't even bother to deal with Khorne's narrow-minded and barbaric temper. ————"Raven" Osalus, Plague Space Marine Captain, Nurgle Champion

Please imagine this character, a combination of your loving grandfather and Santa Claus. You will get gifts carefully prepared by him for you every Christmas, but those are germs he brewed from various cauldrons.

Your life has become a pile of rotten shit. No one loves you, and no one cares about you, but Father Nurgle will not. He shows you his love and mercy, and accepts your original image completely, even if you have a shaved beard, unwashed underwear, and occasionally pick some snot to eat, Nurgle thinks this is good.

You become a loyal believer of Nurgle, and even have the honor to go one step further and become a demon and champion of Nurgle. Playing and fighting in their swamps with green bubbles and corpse oil, playful Nurgle spirits grab your ears or helmet, grab your swollen intestines squeezed out of your armor without feeling, or drill into your rotten nasal cavity and come out of the other side with snot and mucus, making a shrill and joyful laugh.

Ah! What a beautiful and warm scene, everything you do is to let more suffering people throw themselves into the arms of this big family and feel the love of the kind father. Although he never said what you must do, how can you wait for the order of the kind father with such a strong sense of responsibility? So you work hard to spread the doctrine and plague, so that more people can feel the love of the kind father in the disease. Looking at the yellow and white pus and juice all over their bodies, you only feel incomparable happiness, and a green and sticky snot bubble pops out.

Deep in this rotten garden, a large number of Nurgle demons are surrounding a muddy house with a green stench. Among them is an uncontaminated white figure, which seems so out of place in this dirty area.

In front of the white figure is a huge green fat man, holding a large spoon made of plant roots in the garden, stirring the disgusting stew in front of him.

Aisha watched Nurgle stirring the cauldron expressionlessly, and then looked at the Nurgle demons and Nurglings who were noisy and making endless noises, and sighed deeply.

As the goddess of fertility of the Eldar, she survived the Pantheon massacre after the birth of Slaanesh, but was also captured by the powerful Slaanesh. Aisha didn't want to become a sex doll of Slaanesh, and cried desperately for her own fate and the fate of the Eldar in the warp.

This kind of despair that broke through the sky made Nurgle, who was far away, feel infinite favor. How could he let such a desperate guy throw himself into the hands of Slaanesh, a guy without gentlemanly manners?

This was one of the few times that Nurgle wanted to compete with other Chaos Gods. He challenged the newborn Slaanesh and successfully defeated him to regain Aisha's "freedom".

Then he took her to his garden to accompany this desperate Eldar God. During the long time together, Nurgle carefully made countless disease soups for her, and then let Aisha taste it with an ancient custom that has been passed down for a long time.

"Hehe, ahhahahahaha, the disease soup is here! Drink, drink, why not drink it?"

The goddess Aisha, who was invited by the hospitality, took the disease soup, and by the way, in order to prevent these deadly diseases from spreading to the universe, she drank it again and again, and then used her own power to heal her damaged stomach.

To be honest, this made Nurgle a little unhappy. After all, it was a very sad thing that his blessing could not be reflected on a guy he liked. However, Nurgle soon found a new role for Aisha.

Just as an excellent chef needs a cunning tongue, Aisha's healing and vague feelings always give Nurgle new inspiration to constantly modify the diseases he has been brewing for countless years. He believes that one day, with the help of Aisha, he can create the ultimate blessing and let all creatures in the universe live happily together, without fighting and killing, and without any changes, forever stagnating in the most beautiful moment, a moment of eternal decay.

Thinking of this, Nurgle stopped his actions and looked at the quiet Aisha with his kind eyes full of maggots.

Aisha also noticed Nurgle's kindness towards her and nodded gently in response. To be honest, Aisha didn't hate Nurgle in essence. After all, as the goddess of life of the Eldar, she was close to Nurgle in essence, and Aisha could really feel that Nurgle's original intention was good. The only problem was that the creatures in the universe could not bear his abnormal kindness. He always fed her some strange things and asked about her well-being. To be honest, Aisha had never been treated like this in the Eldar Pantheon.

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The always angry Cain was like a wild dog biting anyone who tried to get close to him, while the cold and silent Asuryan was a bad superman who basically didn't care about anything and didn't even bother to say "yes, yes, yes" when something happened. Her husband Kurnos had also become a memory, and Lilith was silent in the stomach of Slaanesh. (The few things Asuryan managed were probably to separate the Eldar from the gods, and then he used his infinite wisdom to think of a way to deal with Cain's temper, which was to let him capture Aisha and Kurnos and take them to the Chamber of Secrets. However, the recent book hinted that this guy spread his power to the bodies of the war witches after being devoured by Slaanesh)

Nurgle's cauldron was slowly stirred, and more and more bubbles came out of the green pulp in it, which was a sign that it was about to be served. The Nurgle demons and Nurglings who were watching the father's cooking closed their mouths one by one, concentrating on the sacred moment of creating the plague.

Nurgle's mumbling voice came, but no one could hear what he was whispering in his throat mixed with phlegm and pus. Nurgle took out a large stirring spoon and wiped his hands with a wet and sticky cloth from the dirty kitchen counter.

And began to add plague condiments of various colors to it. Red blood, green juice, yellow sauce, and white pus were all sprinkled on the surface of the cauldron.

Using his big feet to extinguish the green flames burning below, Nurgle put his fingers in and stirred the surface to make the condiments added later more evenly distributed.

After stirring for an unknown period of time, amid the hungry sounds of the Nurgle demons swallowing their saliva, Nurgle sucked his fingers and smacked his lips: "Well, this time it tastes good, not as salty as you said before."

Aisha's delicate and beautiful face showed a gentle and happy smile: "It's better to eat light food. Eating salty food is not good for your health."

Nurgle handed a large bowl of "delicious food" to Aisha.

This bowl was still a bit big for Aisha, just like holding a basin to eat. Looking at these fresh "delicious food" that were still bubbling, Aisha blew gently, then raised the basin-like bowl and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

This scene must have happened countless times. Elsa's swallowing action was so elegant and perfect that not a single drop was leaked, and all was eaten into her stomach.

The other Nurgle demons were so greedy that sticky and yellow saliva slid from the corners of their mouths and dripped onto the ground like a thread. Nurgle also looked at Elsa with expectation, hoping that she could give some precious feedback.

Elsa licked her lips, closed her eyes, and carefully felt her stomach that was constantly eroded and repaired by diseased food. She opened her eyes and looked at Nurgle and the demons watching, and said a spell that they had been waiting for hundreds of years. For this spell that was enough to shock the soul, they had been waiting for so long in hunger, but it was all worth it!

With a cheerful and free smile, Elsa opened her red lips slightly, and all the demons in the audience were immediately excited, cheering with hoarse voices!

"Clean and hygienic, brothers!"

The Star Wars stalk is indeed somewhat appropriate