coobybook Chapter 148 Garden
Chapter 148 Garden
"The loving father wants to see you."
Howard was quite calm after hearing this. He got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and asked, "Now?"
The psychic nodded, "Now."
As he finished speaking, the wind from within blew his white robe up, and a pale, dazzling light burst out from his features hidden in the shadow of his hood. His hunched body gradually straightened up, then slowly leaned back. In the process, a white line emerged from between his eyebrows, bisecting his body.
When the psychic's body leaned back to a strange angle, his body twitched, and then a tentacle stretched out from the white line in the middle of his body. The tentacle stretched out a crack in the white line, and then another tentacle stretched out. The two tentacles grabbed the edge of the white line and tore it apart.
After a dazzling flash of light, the white robe worn by the psychic was torn into two pieces and fell to the ground like two rags, and the psychic's body had disappeared, replaced by a portal.
This portal was different from the one Howard had seen in the clock room. The portal in the clock room was like a pale vortex filled with the power of the subspace, while this portal was like a crack left after a small piece of the mirror of reality was broken. Behind the crack was another world full of vitality but also full of decay.
The tentacle dripping with slime that tore the boundary between the subspace and reality stretched out from the other side of the portal into the real world and extended an invitation to Howard.
Howard bent down and went through the portal, but he missed a step and fell down.
But soon, a transparent bubble wrapped around him and lifted him up.
"Mr. Howard, I'm really surprised by your calmness." At this time, the owner of the tentacle floated to Howard's side. The owner of the tentacle wrapped himself tightly with brown linen, leaving only his right hand with dry and yellow skin and atrophied muscles exposed. He was close to a human in size, but countless tiny tentacles stretched out from the gaps in the linen.
Judging from the voice, he is the psychic from before.
"So how do you want me to react? Scream? Cry?" Howard shrugged. "Would that work?"
The psychic said nothing, but floated forward with Howard in the bubble.
Howard was now in a swamp, with the dirty water of the swamp just a foot away from his feet. The water was full of duckweed, moss and water plants, and bubbles were bubbling out in many places.
This place is a paradise for all kinds of mutated insects, plants, and reptiles. Countless rotten and foul-smelling flowers release spores, and all kinds of Hymenoptera insects fly in swarms, and are eaten by various twisted fish and reptiles lurking in the water.
Stout trees with gnarled trunks have their roots planted directly into the murky gray-green water. Their outstretched crowns completely block out the sunlight, and they produce all sorts of deformed fruits, which are completely eaten away by insects and rotten before they ripen and fall.
Because of the protection of this bubble, the ferocious insects could not bite Howard, the spores floating in the air would not be inhaled by him, and the splashes of water exploding in the swamp could not splash on him.
Soon, the psychic led Howard across the swamp and into a "grassland" made of mold and moss. The grassland was filled with all kinds of bizarre flowers. Their stems were infested with aphids, yet they still managed to produce dazzling blossoms. Sticky honey dripped from the center of the flowers, attracting countless flies to feed.
Groups of Nurglings carry baskets woven from rotten plant roots or pots made of clay and shuttle through the sea of flowers, collecting pollen, seeds and nectar. Many huge Nurgling beasts sleep or roll around in the land.
If you can accept the twisted and ugly appearance of the creatures here, this place can be called harmonious and beautiful.
In the very center of the sea of flowers there is a huge house. The style of the house is very similar to that of an old hunter's lodge, but it is enlarged dozens of times in proportion.
There was a large pot in front of the door of the hunter's cabin, and behind the pot stood a huge demon with large horns like a moose on its head, and a gray, dirty, discolored, and tangled beard that dragged all the way to the ground. His body was a rotten triangle-shaped mountain of flesh, with layers of fat and flesh piled up. Countless dirt was hidden in every fold and crevice, and pus was oozing out of every sore. Some of the sores had formed keratinous scabs.
The demon was twice as big as the big demon Howard had seen before. He was stirring the cauldron with a huge wooden spoon. Many Nurglings were jumping around the cauldron and the demon with various fruits they had collected, hoping that the demon would throw what they collected into the cauldron.
The features were so obvious that Howard recognized it at a glance as Nurgle, the father of plague, the god of life and decay.
Compared to meeting Slaanesh before, meeting Nurgle is much easier.
Because Nurgle is the most tolerant and benevolent god compared to other evil gods. To gain the attention and gifts of other gods, one needs to complete a series of difficult tests to prove oneself, but to gain the attention of Nurgle, all one needs is enough piety.
The evil god Nurgle is the god of life. He believes that all his believers are his children, and his believers also support him and call him "Father".
In Nurgle's eyes, all lives are equal, so within the Nurgle Legion there is no distinction between high and low, only between different duties. Children fight for their loving father with gratitude, and the embodiment of the loving father will watch over each child with care.
It’s just that the way He treats life is too equal, so ordinary humans simply cannot accept it.
In Nurgle's eyes, a person's life and a virus's life are equally important. So when a person is seriously ill and prays to Nurgle, Nurgle will not eliminate the patient's pain, but will let the patient and the virus coexist. The virus will not kill the patient, but the patient will become a breeding ground for the virus. In this way, people and viruses gain eternal life in decay.
The psychic slowly landed on the ground with Howard. Howard was still wrapped in bubbles, but the psychic stood directly on the moss and mold. His weight soon caused his feet to sink slightly into the ground, stepping out green juice.
"Father, I have brought guests."
Nurgle, who was concentrating on stirring the soup pot, stopped after hearing the psyker's words. He looked at the psyker and Howard, then laughed out loud. The boils on his body burst one by one with laughter, and countless Nurgle spirits were born from the boils.
After laughing, Nurgle casually took out a rotten fruit from the basket held by the Nurgling beside him and threw it to the psyker, while praising loudly: "You did a good job!"
“Thank you, Father!”
The psyker took the fruit with both hands and swallowed it gratefully, then his body twitched and more tentacles sprouted from under the sackcloth.
After rewarding the psyker, Nurgle looked at Howard and said enthusiastically, "Welcome to our garden, guest!"
Then he lowered his head and stirred the soup pot again, scooped a large spoonful of muddy soup with unknown solid residue from the bottom of the pot with a wooden spoon, and handed it to Howard.
"Come, have some soup."