Plague Marines: Nurgle’s Unstoppable Harbingers of Decay
Rotting Engines of Destruction
Nurgle Plague Marines are the walking embodiment of decay, their bloated forms swollen with the foul blessings of the Chaos God Nurgle. Once noble Space Marines, they are now grotesque mockeries of their former selves, their power armor fused with diseased flesh and riddled with oozing sores. They march into battle surrounded by a choking miasma of filth, flies buzzing in a living halo around their pestilent bodies. Their every step brings corruption, leaving behind trails of rot and ruin. Wounds that would fell lesser warriors only fester on them, spreading Nurgle’s gifts further with every gory strike.
Relentless Heralds of Decay
In combat, Plague Marines are slow but unstoppable, shrugging off enemy fire as they trudge forward, their bolters spitting disease-ridden shells. Their weapons, rusted and pitted with decay, are nonetheless lethal, coated in toxins that ensure even the slightest wound becomes a death sentence. Armed with plague knives, blight grenades, and horrifying bio-organic contraptions, they tear through their enemies with grotesque efficiency. Their twisted laughter and gurgling war cries echo through the battlefield, a chilling reminder that in Nurgle’s eyes, death is not an end but a new beginning—a grim, eternal cycle of decay and rebirth.
