Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 142 The Great Unclean One, Bonaparte (Single Chapter for Characters)

In the depths of the warp, there is a green reserve, or you can call it a garden.

Swarms of flies made a "buzzing" sound in the indissoluble yellow-brown thick fog.

There are stretches of rotten ponds here, and in those thick soups that are too thick to dissolve, there are all kinds of worshipers of Nurgle.

On the edge of the pond, there are all kinds of deformed to swollen fungi, as well as decaying trees with inexplicable huge mouths growing on their branches.

In a sense, this is a forbidden area for life, and no creature that is not a follower of Nurgle can live here.

But in the eyes of another group of creatures, this place is simply a "paradise".

Fortunately, Bonaparte is a member of "paradise".

And his position is not too low.

Of course, this position is not a compliment or a good thing.

For him, being able to soak comfortably in the "hot spring" all the time, eating and sleeping every day is the happiest thing in the world.

As for the "tasks" distributed, Bonaparte adhered to the principle of "should be put to the full".

Anyway, Nurgle does not set up any so-called "assessment indicators". He usually only provides some "suggestions", or "rewards" for completing tasks.

As the existence of the four gods who cares most about the emotions of his followers in a certain sense, the "benevolent father" generally does not issue "mandatory" orders or tasks except for some special circumstances.

And the special case of this is friendly discussions with other three gods, or collective actions against the empire.

Yes, the four gods themselves are not a piece of iron.

Even in a certain sense, unless there is a significant overlap of interests between them, it is fine to meet without slapping each other a few times.

At this moment, Bonaparte happened to have a "task that must be completed" on hand.

This kind of mandatory task makes him very unhappy.

But he also knew that the event that even a loving father was forced to issue mandatory orders would definitely have a relatively large impact on the overall Plague Garden.

Therefore, although he kept complaining, Bonaparte was not the kind of idiot who was so "lazy" that he forgot to eat and was starved to death.

After pulling his swollen and fat right hand out of the thick soup, he fiddled with the triangular pirate hat on top of his head.

That was the "subsidy" given to him by his loving father for this mission.

Although it is not as good-looking as the previous laurel crown made of maggot intestines, it is almost enough to make do with it.

Thinking of this, an inexplicable anger suddenly formed in Bonaparte's mind.

"That damned Kabanda Signus, sooner or later, I will wring his head off and put it in the pool for tens of thousands of years."

Yes, that big devil named Kabanda Signus beat Bonaparte severely in a "border" friction not long ago.

He even smashed his favorite "Maggot Laurel Crown" into pieces.

And just when Bonaparte angrily brought his "subordinates" to the door for revenge.

Another equally damned "prophet" jumped out.

The guy who called himself the Weaver Carlos actually brought out the law between the four gods.

After a "debate" that lasted several days, Bonaparte was silenced.

(Good guy, co-author, you hit me for no reason, and I still have to pay you, right?)

But just like the essence of Tzeentch, anyone who tries to "debate" the so-called legal principles with him or his followers will eventually lose.

As punishment, Bonaparte was forced to arrange a mission that he could not refuse.

And just when Bonaparte was about to go berserk, the "benevolent father" appeared.

After giving him the hat as compensation, he eventually relented for "fatherly" sake.

Recalling this, Bonaparte sighed silently in his heart.

In the end, he saw himself wearing a triangular pirate hat through the reflection on the surface of the dark green soup, and his mood improved a little.

By the way, with his left hand, he used his left hand to stuff those intestines that protruded out during sleep back into the cracked abdominal cavity, and Bonaparte was ready to go to work.

Of course, with the "personality" of Nurgle believers, such nightmare things as commuting to work are definitely "daba".

Therefore, the considerate and loving father prepared for them the office method that all migrant workers dream about in their daydreams - office in the pool.

Yes, just close your eyes.

With the help of the special connection mechanism of Father Nurgle's Garden, Bonaparte can go to any place within Nurgle's sphere of influence at any time.

But this kind of going is definitely not the real body, but a new corrupted body temporarily assembled at the destination.

Gently moving his fat and swollen body, Bonaparte finally found a comfortable position.

Even if he was soaking in the pool, his buttocks were still aching at the moment.

That was the aftereffect of being beaten by Kabanda Signus with the "Magic Whip" in his hand.

This pain has been going on for weeks and has not gone away.

It was a kind of scar that was whipped on the soul, and only a long time can gradually heal it.

Thinking of this, he still decided to send his consciousness there quickly.

At least in "The Quest", the dull pain of that wound will be a little better.

Slowly closing the callused and wrinkled eyelids, the moment he connected to the Plague Garden, Bonaparte's consciousness was transmitted to the Devin satellite.

Shaking the dust off his new body, his consciousness re-entered the long-lost working state.

==Use any means to spread corruption, let all life enjoy this comfort==
The task is simple and clear, which is very suitable for Bonaparte's brain that has not been used for a long time.

Sniffing the familiar smell of corruption in the air, a doubt suddenly appeared in his mind.

(Why is there a hint of gunpowder in this smell of corruption?)
This is unusual.

Because as early as several decades ago, the entire Devon satellite had been fully corrupted.

The last time I smelled this gunpowder smell was probably more than 50 years ago.

He didn't bother to remember the specific time, anyway, the clown who dared to interfere with the plan of the great loving father had been "completely" convinced by the greatness of the loving father, and willingly threw himself into the embrace of the loving father.

From that moment on, there was no longer any resistance on the entire Devon satellite.

But now, Bonaparte, who just "arrived", smelled a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

That's bad, because it means he won't be able to fish today.

And in order to continue to "fish with pay", he must first wipe out all the intruders who dared to break into his father's territory.

Bending down the "non-existent waist", he struggled to pick up the weapon that had fallen on the ground before.

It was a pair of long-handled giant axes.

Two axes chopped down, and a pile of broken limbs fell on the swamp.

That was Bonaparte manually "slimming down" himself.

These extra limbs that he had grown during his fishing period seriously affected his actions.

Just like regular haircuts or shaves, this substitute limb also needs to be regularly trimmed to maintain combat effectiveness.

After a few axes, Bonaparte cast his gaze in a certain direction as he looked at the nearly pruned plague corpse.

There was another air of paternity there.

But if it's just a fatherly breath, he doesn't bother to care about it.

But at the same time, he smelled the disgusting emperor's breath in his loving father's breath.

That is blasphemy.

Anyone who blasphemes a loving father will pay for his own blasphemy.

…………

(End of this chapter)