The daemon legions of Nurgle are the most horribly cheerful of all the Chaos hosts, for the Plague-Father is a god of generous, doting love, and what he loves to share is disease. His daemons overflow with a grotesque contentment, bloated and rotting and swarming with the gifts of their master, and they advance not in a furious rush but at a slow, inexorable, unstoppable shuffle, droning tuneless hymns as they come. Every step spreads contagion; every wound weeps corruption; and nothing the enemy does seems to hurry them or hurt them for long.
The rank and file are the Plaguebearers, mournful green horrors who tally the plagues of the world upon rusted blades, accompanied by capering clouds of tiny Nurglings and, at the host's heart, the vast and jovial Great Unclean Ones. What makes Nurgle's legions so dreadful is their sheer resilience: they endure blows that would banish other daemons twice over, absorbing punishment with a fly-blown patience, because decay cannot be killed, only spread. Behind their rotting smiles lies the deepest truth of their god: that all things end in corruption, and that this ending is, to Nurgle, an act of love.
Order of battle
The Daemons of Nurgle field the units of the Daemons of Chaos, a detachment from the roster:
Other Daemons of Chaos formations
Daemons of KhorneThe martial legions of the Blood God: brazen killers who exist only to slaughter, disdaining sorcery and subtlety and measuring their worth solely in the blood they spill and the skulls they take.
Daemons of SlaaneshThe swift and beautiful legions of the Prince of Pleasure: seduction and cruelty made flesh, who move faster than the eye can follow and kill with the rapt attention of connoisseurs.
Daemons of TzeentchThe alien, ever-shifting legions of the Changer of the Ways: creatures of raw sorcery and impossible colour whose every battle is a single move in a scheme too vast for even the daemons enacting it to grasp.
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