Chapter 970: The Lord of Rotten Intestines and Ascaris

"Oh, Almighty Father! The pus blooms like a flower, the rotten flesh nourishes the new shoots, the maggots sing in the wounds, the Father's grace is eternal in the festering, the flies are buzzing, and the hymns of the plague flow in the blood vessels..."

"Rotten fruit breeds immortal life, pus soaks the earth, the embrace of a loving father is always warm, pain is a blessing, rot is a new life, in the decaying body, we gain eternal life..."

"Praise be to the loving Father, your grace flows in every drop of pus, blooms in every festering place, maggots are our brothers, pus is our medal, in the fragrance of decay, we sing praises to your love until eternity..."

In the boundless dark base, countless Chaos Cultists gathered from all directions like a tide.

The bodies of these cultists were twisted and deformed in a horrifying way. At this moment, they had already been corroded by the blessing of Nurgle, and every part of their bodies showed signs of corruption and decay.

In this endless darkness, their deformed bodies twisted like ghosts, emitting waves of disgusting stench.

What is even more frightening is that the white maggots crawled and moved around on their bodies unscrupulously, and some even burrowed deep into their rotten flesh, gnawing greedily.

These maggots seemed to merge with the believers and become a part of their bodies.

"The flies are buzzing, the pus is boiling, and the seven cursed rings are revealed here..."

Along with this eerie and terrifying cry, the entire space instantly fell into an eerie silence.

However, just a moment later, countless believers cheered passionately as if the craziest flames in their hearts were ignited.

They excitedly formed a tight circle, each of them holding up their arms, which had long been rotten, smelly, and covered with pus and blood, and waving them up and down.

Their laughter resounded through the sky, yet was filled with despair and madness, as if they had completely lost their minds and were immersed in the ultimate pleasure brought about by this chaos and darkness.

"In the name of festering and the mark of pus, we call upon you with an extremely pious heart, the messenger of the great and merciful Father! May you hear our humble prayers and descend upon this land shrouded in darkness!"

Along with this cry full of awe and fear, a second shrill howl suddenly sounded, as if to penetrate people's eardrums and reach the depths of their souls.

In an instant, the air around, which was already slightly humid, became even more humid, as if water droplets could be wrung out of it.

Looking closely, I saw groups of white maggots excitedly twisting their fat bodies on the ground. They were so densely packed that it was creepy.

"With maggots as the guide and rotten flesh as the sacrifice, the sevenfold plague ring is officially opened at this moment!"

Before he finished speaking, a wizard in a black robe and with a gloomy face slowly walked out from the crowd.

He held a ceramic bowl that exuded a strange aura in his hand, and every step he took seemed heavy and mysterious.

After walking in front of the crowd, he first carefully placed a huge insect with a twisted shape like a centipede into the bowl, and then grabbed a handful of white maggots and threw them into it. The maggots kept squirming in the bowl and entangled with each other.

Then, without hesitation, he reached out and caught a croaking frog and threw it into the bowl.

After doing this, he stretched out his fingers, randomly rubbed up some soil from the ground, and sprinkled it on the mixture in the bowl.

"Listen to our calls, noble darling of Nurgle! Please cross that rotten door, come to this ordinary world, and use your supreme power to save us from suffering..."

The wizard muttered something in a low and hoarse voice, like an echo from the abyss of hell.

"In the name of the loving father, with the power of the plague, let the flowers of decay bloom in the world..."

"With pus and blood as evidence, and rotten flesh as an oath, the sevenfold ring of decay is completed here..."

"Come, messenger of the loving father, and let the mortal world fall into eternal decay..."

As the voice fell, a tall figure slowly emerged from the green magic circle.

Then, a hot breeze like summer gushed out from the magic circle, and the surrounding humid air was blown away in an instant. Along with the breeze in the magic circle, a tall figure walked out with the breeze.

The appearance of this tall figure was disgusting, their armor was covered with rust, decay and pus. The originally sturdy power armor was corroded and riddled with holes, and green mucus and unknown liquid oozed from the cracks.

Their bodies were swollen and ulcerated, their skin was a sickly grey-green colour, and covered with pus, boils and rotting wounds, with bones or internal organs even exposed in some places.

Their armour and weapons are emblazoned with the three-ringed emblem of Nurgle, surrounded by flies, maggots and rotting vegetation.

"The Lord of Ascaris has responded to your pious call and is about to display its terrifying power on this planet and solemnly announce our powerful arrival!"

Accompanied by a low but intimidating voice, the extremely tall Chaos Space Marine in the lead walked slowly to the wizard with heavy steps.

He was wearing a tattered armor that emitted a foul odor. His exposed skin was a strange dark green color and was covered with densely packed white roundworms.

These roundworms seemed to have life, constantly burrowing in and out beneath his rotten skin, making people feel creepy.

“Praise the rotten intestines! Praise the Lord of roundworms! Let us follow your footsteps forever and bathe in your endless love and grace!”

The Chaos Space Marine raised his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Then, dozens of Nurgle Space Marines behind him, who were also wearing worn-out armor, shouted in unison: "Praise Father Nurgle! May your glory be eternal!"

Their voices intertwined to form a powerful sound wave that echoed throughout the bottom nest.

As the deafening shouts rang out, more and more fanatical believers began to gather from all directions.

Some of them had distorted faces and their bodies were covered with abscesses; some had incomplete limbs, but still crawled forward with difficulty; others had empty eyes, as if they had lost their souls.

Yet, despite their diverse forms, each bears the same fervent devotion to Nurgle and the Lord of the Worms.

"Spread the love of the loving father! Let the seven diseases become our tool to spread our faith, and let the seven blessings fall upon everyone!"

The Chaos Space Marine standing in the front roared again. At the same time, a strong green psychic energy gushed out of his body like a surging tide and quickly spread to the surroundings.

Wherever it went, whether it was a sturdy steel building or cold metal equipment, it was decayed beyond recognition in the blink of an eye and turned into piles of rusty scrap iron.

And the millions of innocent civilians in the bottom nest are unable to resist this terrible force.

Under the erosion of green psychic energy, their bodies underwent drastic changes.

Some people's skin began to fester, oozing thick pus; some people's limbs gradually deformed and grew sharp bone spurs; and some people's heads exploded directly, and disgusting worms twisted their bodies out of them...

In just a moment, the originally bustling Bottom Nest turned into a hell on earth, with hideous monsters roaming everywhere.

………………

"call----"

A whistling sound suddenly rang out, and the cold moonlight poured down like mercury, illuminating the entire room.

Gerson, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened from his sleep as if an invisible big hand suddenly grabbed his heart.

The dazzling light shone directly on his face, making him feel a little overwhelmed for a moment, his eyes confused and dazed.

Gerson rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.

He staggered out of bed, and when his feet touched the ground, a chill spread through his entire body.

Then, like a sleepwalker, he walked straight towards the door, his steps unsteady, as if he had lost control of his consciousness.

His lonely footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and the "thump thump thump" sound was particularly clear in the silent night.

At the same time, waves of chaotic whispers began to buzz in Gerson's mind, like countless bees flying around his ears.

These sounds were unclear, but they carried an inexplicable temptation and fear, causing Gerson's heartbeat to accelerate.

At this moment, in Gerson's pupils, strands of blood spread rapidly like a spider web, beating rapidly, as if they were about to break through the constraints of the eyeballs.

He covered his head tightly with both hands and growled in pain. The low voice was full of despair and struggle.

"Pus flows in my blood vessels, seeds of corruption take root in my chest. I hear the sound of maggots gnawing at my ribs, like a lullaby. Great Father, your grace is so gentle that it makes flowers bloom on my skin and my internal organs a paradise for maggots. I kneel in the mud and pray to you..."

"Pustules are my stigmata, ulceration is my medal, the fragrance of decay is the sweetest sacrifice, the crucible of the loving father is boiling, granting us eternal joy, death is just the beginning of another feast, in the ulceration, we gain eternal life, maggots crawl through my eye sockets..."

"I saw the glory of the Plague Garden blooming at the end of decay..."

The strange whispers grew louder and louder, as if to devour Gerson completely.

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking!"

Gerson staggered through the long corridor with difficulty and finally arrived at the center of the camp.

It was dead silent here, with only the moonlight shining coldly on the ground, forming patches of pale light and shadows.

"Stop talking! No!"

Gerson hugged his head tightly and slammed his knees heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.

The miserable sound successfully alerted the two patrolling guards.

Holding laser rifles, they took cautious steps and approached the direction where Gerson was.

The black muzzle of the gun flashed a chilling light, and was aimed directly at Gerson, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling all over.

"What are you doing! Soldier!" the leading guard roared loudly, his voice full of majesty and questioning.

Seeing that Gerson did not respond, another guard shouted again: "Soldier! Don't make me say it again! What on earth are you doing! "

At this time, one of the guards moved forward slightly, with the laser rifle in his hand still aiming steadily at Gerson's lowered head.

Suddenly, Gerson raised his head in extreme pain, as if he had used up all his strength.

Everyone was horrified to find that a white, soft, wriggling roundworm actually crawled out of his wide-open mouth!

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Seeing such a horrifying scene, the guards turned pale and shouted in panic.

In an instant, a guard subconsciously pulled the trigger, and a dazzling laser beam whizzed out.

However, the roundworm's reaction speed was astonishingly fast. It twisted its body at lightning speed and nimbly avoided the fatal blow.

Then the disgusting creature pounced on the guard who fired the shot and dived into his open mouth like lightning.

"vomit!"

There was a sound of retching, and the guard collapsed to the ground instantly, covering his throat with both hands, trying to stop the roundworm from going deeper, but it was too late.

At the same time, Gerson slowly stood up straight, and his originally distorted face gradually returned to calm.

A strange smile crept up on the corner of his mouth, making people feel creepy.

At this moment, something even more shocking happened - two more roundworms slowly crawled out of Gerson's eye sockets.

"Praise the Lord of Ascaris!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Just as Gerson's words fell, the entire Iax world fell into a terrible nightmare in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the entire camp was like a ignited powder keg, and an earth-shaking riot broke out in an instant!

All I saw were those horrifying white roundworms gushing out of the bodies of officers, soldiers and civilians like a flood.

They exploded at an alarming speed, and then, like deadly bullets, pierced into the bodies of the people around them.

Even the most advanced epidemic prevention mechanism in the camp seemed so pale and powerless when facing the pervasive corrupting power of the evil god Nurgle, and was completely unable to stop these disgusting creatures.

In this way, one camp after another was gradually corrupted by the crazy attacks of these horrible roundworms.

However, unexpectedly, the corrupted soldiers did not immediately launch a bloody attack as everyone expected.

On the contrary, they began to hold a strange summoning ceremony.

"Sevenfold worms entangle the abdominal cavity, the kind father of Nurgle grants the sacrament, and the corrupt umbilical cord connects to Chaos..."

"The Ascaris Demon awakens in the temple of the intestines. Its body meanders like a river, and every section is a scripture of plague. It travels through the flesh and blood of mortals, spreading the grace of a loving father, allowing the blessings of the Ascaris to take root in every inch of the intestines..."

"You are the messenger of Nurgle. You use your wriggling body to weave the hymn of plague, allowing mortals to feel the love of a kind father in their colic. Your throne is the rotten intestinal wall, and your crown is the coils of roundworms. In the abyss of the digestive tract, you command an army of billions of roundworms..."