Chapter 943: Don't Disturb People Making Soup

After Nurgle took Lin Fan on his finger, he stopped moving and continued to concentrate on stirring the soup. His attitude was friendly, but few creatures in the world could withstand his kindness. In the small piece of land that Lin Fan stepped on, he had seen countless corpses trapped in the cycle of life and death. Their bodies were wrapped in mud, fungi, and vines, with only wet arms and turbid swollen eyeballs sticking out from the gaps.

Lin Fan touched his head and thought about what he should do next. Then he thought of what the Emperor had told him about Nurgle, whose power had soared and was pouring his gifts across the galaxy. Many worlds had been eroded by the plague, and the troops on the planet were desperately fighting the plague zombies.

Since he was here, he might as well weaken Nurgle.

As for the problem of the magic sword, Lin Fan felt that it would not make any waves after only the hilt was left.

Lin Fan looked up and could only see seven incomplete and hazy bright spots in the gloomy sky. Apart from that, he could not see any details in the distance.

Endless miasma blocked everything, and they became a thick blanket draped over Nurgle's bloated body.

With a roar, a large mass of green and yellow viscous liquid was thrown into the pot, and Nurgle added some ingredients to enhance the flavor.

Lin Fan, who witnessed this scene, suddenly felt nauseous. He thought that after watching the videotape, he should have a strong resistance to such disgusting scenes, but he ignored the powerful power of smell, hearing, and vision when they work together.

Lin Fan's face turned pale and yellow, yellow and pale, and his stomach was churning violently. Several times, acid water had already returned to Lin Fan's throat.

Finally, Lin Fan vomited in the long-lasting peristalsis of Nurgle's intestines. His vomiting sound was barely audible in the sound of the rotten things expanding and bursting.

Mouth after mouthful of pure old soup was spit out on the ground. Under the influence of the power of the pure old soup, large areas of corrupt land turned to the clean state when life sprouted. Lin Fan was finally able to find a trace of fragrance that calmed his mood from the extremely complex stench.

Nurgle frowned, and he once again smelled the strange fragrance that made him feel bland.

Did I not add enough ingredients?

Nurgle thought about it and glanced at the gurgling soup. He felt that the color of the soup was just right. If he added something more, Isa would say it was salty again.

Suddenly, Nurgle felt itchy on his fingers. He scratched it casually and found that his hands were covered with a large piece of dandruff made of malnourished flowers and plants.

"Hi. How are you?"

"You little guy again?"

Nurgle stretched out his big hand in one direction, and when he took it back, there was a twisted pair of glasses in his hand. He put them on and saw that Lin Fan's figure became clear in his vision.

Good guy, it turns out that this is a human? Not my child? This guy's armor could be painted green, but he chose to paint it any other color.

Nurgle thought so, and then his fingers became active according to his will, and hundreds of plague beasts eager to make friends jumped out of the scabies and ran towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan looked at the jumping Nurgle beasts and was a little confused. Did Nurgle think that this little thing could deal with him?

Since I came to Warhammer, the most killed demons were Khorne and Nurgle demons. Khorne needs no introduction. He has been staring at me since I mocked him for being no different from the God of War Cain. And Nurgle is an old acquaintance. I disemboweled a Great Unclean One on the Flame, and even Slaanesh fed me a large bowl of soup. When we were in the Ghoul Star Region, I directly broke one of his fingers.

As a result, this is the reaction of Nurgle? It feels like he doesn't know me.

Is he too homely and doesn't understand the situation outside? Or is he too good-tempered and doesn't care about these trivial matters at all?

Lin Fan shook his head. He didn't understand what Nurgle was planning for his cold treatment. He jumped up suddenly to avoid the Nurgle beast's pounce, and then the beasts collided with each other. The slippery bodies collided and made a gurgling sound, which reminded Lin Fan of the strange movement when Slaanesh lubricated her tentacles.

Lin Fan felt a chill for his thoughts and got goose bumps. Then he jumped on a fallen Nurgle beast, opened his laughing mouth and spit a mouthful of old soup into it.

Nurgle beast chewed the old soup subconsciously, and then his face suddenly changed. He stopped laughing and rolled on the ground with his stomach covered as if he had acute gastroenteritis. His companions tried to comfort him, but they were all driven away by his violent resistance.

In the end, the Nurgle beast lay on the ground weakly, and its appearance was cracked like a stone. Then a clean-looking and comfortable-looking worm slowly crawled out.

Hey, isn't this thing the pig worm I saw in the village when I was a child?

Lin Fan reached out and touched it. The surface was a little rough. With a little force, he could feel the extreme softness and coolness under the skin. This was much better than the wet and pus-filled feel of the Nurgle beasts.

After being touched, the bug gently touched Lin Fan with its head. Lin Fan's comfortable interaction was extremely terrifying to other Nurgle beasts. In their little minds, the bugs in front of them were as unhealthy as if they had an incurable disease.

After Lin Fan was satisfied with the touch, he also turned his attention to the other Nurgle beasts who were hesitant and slightly afraid. Then he began to hunt down these Nurgle beasts and gave them a mouthful of pure old soup one by one.

The hundreds of pig worms in front of him made Lin Fan feel relaxed and happy. These soft and gentle little things were the only ones worth looking at in the dying domain of Nurgle. Lin Fan ordered these worms to transform the surrounding environment for him and save his nose and eyes. Then he continued to spit out more old soup, preparing to reproduce the plants he planted when he fought with the headquarters on Nurgle's fingers.

Nurgle, who had just stirred the soup twice, began to feel itchy on his fingers again. He was very angry because his work was interrupted again and again. You know, the soup has reached the point of being served. If it is not stirred sufficiently, the soup produced will not meet Nurgle's standards.

He looked at his hands angrily and found that those unhealthy worms were gnawing on the land and plants and becoming bigger and bigger, and their butts were constantly pulling out the soft soil with normal nutrients.

Too dry, too barren, too unhealthy!

These words suddenly emerged in Nurgle's mind, and then a flower flourished in his hand and grew in front of him. The bud slowly opened, and Lin Fan was standing in the center of the flower.