It's a dark place of destruction, and it's a place that doesn't exist in the distance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Across long and numerous galaxies, through the colorful worlds, and through the mouth of madness, through the realm of Gatanjee, you can finally reach this place.

Flesh and blood merge on the surface of the planet, tentacles and deformities become boundless jungles, twisted and stench flowers bloom freely, dark yellow clouds float in the sky, and the occasional ray of sunlight shines through it on the earth, but it immediately causes a raging fire and countless howls.

This is a world of madness against all living beings.

The wriggling surface of the earth was overgrown with fungi of all shapes and shapes, and among the decaying umbrella mushrooms were corpses and venom, and countless huge mosquitoes and flies flew above the sky, occasionally swallowing them in a wave of flesh and blood when they touched the ground.

Known as Nurgle's Lair, it was incarnated by the fallen body of the gods, so even after tens of thousands of years, the planet is still filled with the hatred and malice of the gods after their deaths, so that no life can live on it.

But there is only one exception.

That is the final destination of all the mad and the evil, the faithful servants of the 'Supreme Being', one of the four major villains of the multiverse, and the believers of the evil gods.

Of course, they prefer to call themselves - the servants of the Lord.

And in the midst of this flesh planet, in a palace that is so absurd and strange that it is indescribable, the high-ranking of the 'servants of the Lord' do not carry out their insidious, vicious, despicable and shameless plans as they do on a daily basis, but gather here in a very abnormal way.

"The three thousand six hundred and forty-two issues are over, I will sign the extermination decree in the name of the head of all the servants, here to witness the death of hundreds of billions of souls, the Second Fleet of Tarsinia has been launched, the fire of judgment will fall from the sea of stars, let them disappear, all for the will of my lord, may these rebels suffer forever in the dark prison, Elpsycongroo."

A rotten, filthy voice that seemed to come from the deepest of tombs, and if you heard it, you would immediately understand the meaning of 'death'.

There was no answer, no one spoke.

"Unanimous vote, then move on to the last item." Even though there was no sound around, the shrill voice was still talking to itself. "What do you guys think about the Fourth Higher Plane?"

There was still silence around them, and the voice that had been talking to itself did not sound again, until it seemed that the temple was about to fall silent again, when another voice suddenly came from the dark space.

"The blockade of this world is still maintained, although the main opponent, the Temporal and Space Authority, has been successfully contained, and it is impossible to devote energy to it in a short period of time, but the Marauders, the Eye of Terror, and the Stowaways Association and more big miscellaneous fish have sent people to interfere, even though most of them have been blocked outside, but there are still some worms mixed in."

"And then?"

After the second person closed his mouth, the voice belonging to the third person suddenly sounded. "Is there anything that can be done?"

"No, because the blockade is a two-way street, it blocks us as well as we block ourselves." Another voice said. "However, most of the traversers we have placed before have solved most of them on their own, and the rest have become frightened birds, so they can only lurk."

"But why isn't that what I've heard?" Another new voice sarcastically said. "While it's true that many sabotage attempts have failed, there is one guy who succeeds and also killed one of our pawns."

"It's just one." The ridiculer had not yet answered, but a new voice had already spoken to him. "And what was killed was just an inconsequential 'pawn'."

"But if he can kill one, he can kill the second, this is a matter of our lord's resurrection plan, and there must be no mistakes."

Another person joined the discussion.

"But ....."

The cacophony of voices came one after another, but no matter what the gender of the speaker was, or how fierce the tone of the speech was, from beginning to end, all the voices never repeated, as if the meeting was limited to one sentence per person, as long as it was spoken, spoken, after which one could only close his lips tightly and could not speak again.

I don't know how long it took for the only voice that had been repeated to be heard.

-- and the first spokesman for the self-proclaimed head of the servants.

"I already know what you're saying." The shrill voice said slowly. "That annoying insect didn't mention it first, I just heard someone say that the traverser of the fourth higher plane has asked us again, this time to provide more energy crystals, what is your opinion?"

There was silence again, but the owner of the shrill voice quickly continued as if he had heard something. "By unanimous vote, this time again agreeing to support, and mixing in some of my lord's bounty as is customary."

"The deeper the greed, the deeper the depravity, what a simple truth, but there are still so many idiots who don't understand." It's still a new voice, but this time it's with a deep irony.

"All are foolish, and among them are you and me, and only the eyes of the master are always clear." The shrill voice replied emotionlessly. "As for the worm that dared to sabotage our plan....it doesn't matter, but it's better to eliminate this unexpected factor as soon as possible, and then I'll send someone to solve this matter, so be it."

This time, he didn't ask for any opinions, and the only voice that repeated his speech was just a few coughs and then said. "Then I declare that this meeting of believers is over, and I hope that you will continue to serve our Lord faithfully in the future."

After the words fell, the hall fell into a deathly silence, with neither a voice nor a sound of leaving the table, not even the slightest sound of movement.

At this moment, a flash of sunlight penetrated through the fungus-covered window, giving a brief glimmer of light to the space where the fingers were missing.

In the same way, it also shines a whole picture of this place.

-- As with the outer parts, all kinds of ugly and decadent decorations filled the temple, and the statues of the twelve evil gods were carved into the moss-covered pillars, and beneath them, scarlet blankets of blood were scattered all over the ground, and countless plants covered with sarcoma and abscesses were thriving in the narrow voids.

- But that's not the point, the point is that there were so many people talking one after another, but now there is not a single creature in the place who can speak.

Under the sunlight, it seems that only all kinds of strange vegetation are constantly repeating the cycle of birth, growth, and decay.

But as the angle of light changed, there was something else in this decaying temple that revealed its appearance.

It was deep in the hall, on a throne that had broken through the lower limits of aesthetics, and a large, strange brain was sitting in it, and as the sun shone on, you could even see the texture on it twitching.

It's like laughing.