Chapter 427 Kabanha: We must move in. Even if the Blood God comes, it won’t work!

Dang!

The three clock hands on the top of the corruption machine turned back at the same time and stopped at the scale of seven, triggering more changes.

"Seven!"

A loud voice came from the void, followed by a low laugh.

Suddenly, a sound like flesh and blood breaking sounded, the curtain of the real world was torn, and the sky broke and separated like foam.

"Damn big moth, he got me into the outer perimeter of the Garden of Nurgle?!"

Ron looked at the familiar scenery on the other side of the crack and frowned.

"Savior, what a heretical abomination this is!"

Not only the savior, but also the nearby warriors saw the crazy scene through the yellowed crack:

It was a giant garden in the hot summer, rotten life was noisy and jubilant, and there were many things with wet skin and pus peeking behind the crazy growing branches and leaves.

The curtain energy membrane covering the crack was dilapidated, full of holes, and it was still expanding.

The rotten smell of the swamp flowed out more, and groups of giant flies dragged their fat bellies and flew up from the diseased plants.

They passed through the hole and came to the real world.

Ron clearly felt that the air became hot and humid, and the mature rotten smell was permeating everything in this area.

The influence of chaos was deepening, and the corrupted machine was already in the process of activation.

It introduced the decayed energy of Nurgle Garden, eroding this area, whether there was life or not - the ground melted, the steel grew plaque, and a large number of machines were twisted into terrifying new shapes.

Even more troublesome was the shadow that was getting closer and closer - Nurgle's demon army!

He issued more orders:

"Quick, build more defense lines, and never let Nurgle demons get out of here!"

If those Nurgle demons broke through the defense line and entered the residential area, it would be a terrible disaster and would also cause the planet to be infected and corrupted.

Become the connection point of Nurgle Garden in the real universe.

In this way, Nurgle's army can continuously come out from here and attack the entire Savior's territory!

Perhaps, the area of ​​the Empire named the Scourge Stars was captured in this way.

There is no power to fight back at all.

Under the order of the Savior, more troops arrived on the ground from orbit to build a defense line, and many transport ships pulled several giant tower-shaped mechanical creations over.

More technical priests began to build some temporary energy routes.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Boom boom boom -

Heavy artillery fire tried to attack the corrupted machine, but under the influence of the chaotic space energy, all attacks failed.

Perhaps there will be a chance to attack only when the crack subsides.

Click.

A Nurgle spirit fell to the ground.

That indicated that Nurgle's life had crossed the boundary between the warp and reality and came to the surface of this planet.

It climbed up and giggled.

This small Nurgle life looked harmless, only up to the knees of humans, but it was a deadly threat.

They like to use their fangs and claws to infect their enemies.

"Ah!"

The Nurgling imitated the roar of the Great Demon and charged forward with his calves.

This guy wanted to tear open the abdomen of a human target and pull out the opponent's intestines to taste.

However, before it ran a few steps, it was crushed with a snap, and the thick juice flowed on the ground.

The swollen soles of the Plague Messenger crushed the Nurgling.

One after another, the Plague Messengers came, they had a single horn on their heads, gloomy faces, and muttered the names of the plague given to them by their kind father.

And silently counted the numbers affected by the plague in their hearts.

For example, the number of fly swarms, the number of times the Nurglings laughed, or the situation of the corrupted objects.

That was a task that could never be completed, like the eternal torture given by the plague.

There were a total of 777 Plague Messengers.

They muttered and lined up by themselves, holding high banners, and began to march over the countless Nurglings on the ground.

Then, a dull bell sounded, and the broken orchestra also made a puffing sound.

A demon pioneer stepped lightly on the ground.

He looked like a demon, but more like a human, with his eyes rolling around.

The pioneer coughed hard, spitting out a mouthful of foul-smelling phlegm, then took out a horn and put it in his mouth and blew it violently.

The leaky mouth blew out a few breaths, but the rusty horn burst out with terrible sound waves.

All demons looked over here.

The pioneer was very happy to see so many people paying attention to him, and he straightened his back more and more, and his fat belly shed more maggots.

He took a deep breath and said in a clear voice:

"Rotten cauliflower, AIDS, syphilis, genital warts, the first lord of the Ninth Demon Palace - Sithiras!"

At the same time.

Many giant flies chanted the name of the great blasphemer, the ninth Nurgle Great Demon, praising his unparalleled achievements.

That being concocted a wonderful human virus, infected countless lives, and was the first demon in the Garden of Nurgle to fight against the great demons under the Lord of Pleasure.

He had made great achievements in battle.

The vanguard shouted excitedly: "He is coming, he is coming, great Lord Sithiras!"

Accompanied by a foul smell, a plague giant stepped forward, leaving rotten condyloma sores with every step.

Its bloated body was colorful and huge, and the green fat kept shaking, releasing various targeted pathogens.

"Hiss~ What a scary guy..."

Ron took a breath of cold air when he heard the name and ability of the ninth favorite of Nurgle.

He took a step back and looked at Carter:

"I'm afraid our defense force is not enough. It is recommended to continue to strengthen the protection and transfer all the sacred urns nearby!"

The arrival of this favorite of Nurgle has caused many people to panic.

Dang~

In the distance, a transport worker wearing a full-covering biochemical protective suit, who was lying on the wheel hub to repair a car, trembled and the repair machine fell to the ground.

He glanced at the time and immediately gave up the idea of ​​repairing the car and asked for support:

"Emergency call from the third transport team C98, the large transport vehicle here has been severely corroded and damaged, and there is no possibility and time to repair it!

A new vehicle is needed here to transport the core equipment of the sacred wall, and the relevant equipment must be delivered within ten minutes!"

The support came very quickly.

Just over ten seconds later, a fighter flew over here, which will temporarily take on the function of transportation.

After that, a piercing alarm sounded in the communication channel.

After hearing the alarm, the transport worker turned around and ran back without even paying attention to the repair tools.

The concentration of chaotic energy in this area is about to reach the limit, and it is no longer suitable for mortals to stay here.

They must evacuate, otherwise they will turn into zombies!

At the same time.

The fighter lifted the core components several meters high and went to the battlefield area without hesitation, moving forward.

Thick yellow smoke filled the air, and the factory area covering dozens of kilometers was seizing every moment to build layer after layer of defense.

Because the chaotic life gathered here is the darling of Nurgle:

The most disgusting and most capable of spreading plague messengers, huge and rotten mutant Nurgle beasts, and truck-sized maggots.

And more terrifying Nurgle demons.

The Nurgle life of the large group is moving forward in the cheerful orchestral music. Wherever they pass, the plague is rampant, and even the steel columns are covered with bubbles.

Due to the terrible infectiousness, these Nurgle armies do not need to do anything. They only need to go to any place they want to reach, and they can turn the surrounding area into a paradise of plague.

This is why the Savior built defenses.

Just defeating these Nurgle demons will not solve the problem, but may spread the plague.

Because they are more terrible than any other kind of demons and more deadly to mortals. Even if a Nurgle spirit escapes into the residential area, it can cause huge trouble.

In the sky, a large number of fighter planes are bombing.

But the attack effect is sparse. Many bombs have not yet fallen, and they are corroded by the yellow fog covering the sky and lose their effect.

Bang bang bang——

The Space Marines are in the bunkers shooting at any Nurgle demons approaching the defense line, not letting go of any fish that slip through the net.

"Father, let the virus devour this planet, and the anchor of the plague will be forever!"

With heavy steps, Sithiras commanded a large number of troops to the defense line. Everything withered and twisted into a sick appearance wherever they passed.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, several sacred ashes flew over.

"Ah, it's the cursed weapon!"

The ninth Nurgle demon was not panicked at all, but drove the army to speed up.

He hoped to corrode more areas faster, accumulate enough energy to anchor the corrupted machines, and form a fixed transmission channel on this planet.

Buzz~

One golden sun after another rose, and was gradually extinguished by the yellow mist created by more corrupted machines.

The Nurgle Garden outputted a steady stream of corrupted power, which perished together with the sacred energy, extinguishing the terrible weapon light ball.

"Look, savior, the cursed weapon you rely on has failed. Under the care of the father, the corrupt prince has found a way to deal with it."

Sithiras reveled and laughed wantonly, and the orchestra became more passionate for a while.

He wanted to occupy this planet and use it as a node to conquer more savior territories, and then gain the favor of the father with this record.

More importantly, he didn't want to lose to Kugath, the favored bastard. That guy had too many resources to achieve such amazing results.

If he could use the weak resources to grab more delicious and rich results, he would be respected by everyone!

Thinking of this, the ninth favorite was even more excited and couldn't wait to infect more places.

"It's troublesome..."

Ron looked at everything on the battlefield with a frown.

This was the first time that the Holy Urn Bomb lost its deterrent power on the battlefield, which had a blow to our morale.

But this was also within the predictable range.

After all, it has been half a century since the first launch of the Holy Urn Bomb, and it is normal for the demons to develop some countermeasures.

In some cases, the Emperor is not omnipotent.

He turned to look at the Mechanical Great Sage next to him and asked, "Great Sage, when will the sacred wall be assembled?"

The Mechanical Great Sage lowered his head and calculated frantically, and even his reply seemed extremely hasty: "Mechanical Goddess, according to the current assembly progress, it will be assembled in ten... no, eight minutes.

Including the time for energy drainage, it will take about eight minutes and thirteen seconds..."

He was quite rigorous and gave a specific time.

Behind the two of them, a prismatic mechanical tower rose from the ground, and many technical priests were busy assembling various modules in it.

Boom——

Sitiras led seven times the number of Nurgle demons and more plague messengers to destroy a line of defense, and the plague swamp spread further.

Under the corrosion of the yellow fog, the remaining defense line was also shaky, and it was obviously no longer necessary to defend it.

Seeing this, Ron simply let the warriors retreat to avoid causing fearless casualties.

And he went to Sitiras alone, and the surging psychic energy on his body burned the surrounding yellow fog.

"Savior, or should I call you Demon Eater, your weapon is ineffective, just like a blood bat with its teeth pulled out."

Sitiras' voice was hoarse, and his huge and fat body overlooked the Primarch of Hope: "You alone can't reach my army. This planet belongs to me!"

While speaking, more plague messengers and demons surrounded this famous existence.

"Sorry, you have been surrounded."

Ron calculated the time silently, raised his head and smiled, as if it was not himself who was about to be surrounded, but the demons in front of him.

"What?!"

Sitiras was stunned, and then he looked in a certain direction as if he had noticed something, and found a strange mechanical tower hidden behind the shielding device.

He had a bad feeling, and immediately shouted: "Vomitor, destroy the mechanical creation there!"

The large demon like a meat mountain stopped and aimed, and a large ball of corrosive pus was thrown at the mechanical tower.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Buzz! ! !

The technical priest connected the last section of the pipeline, and the golden energy instantly spread from the depths of the sacred tower dozens of kilometers away, forming one energy channel after another on the ground.

Afterwards, these sacred energies ignited one mechanical tower after another around the battlefield, emitting brilliant light.

All the light groups were connected to each other, completely surrounding this area, forming a circular cage like light.

For some reason, the energy of the sacred tower became stronger, and a faint feeling of comfort came.

Ah! ! !

Those zombies and demons within the range of the light were turned into ashes under the burning of the holy light, and even the spreading yellow fog was blocked.

The power of Nurgle Garden or Nurgle Father was hindered.

That is the Holy Wall.

It is a modular defense line that can temporarily draw the energy of the Holy Tower to form a defense wall that can block the Chaos Demon.

Such special equipment can cooperate well with the Holy Tower to defend important planets.

Unfortunately, it is a one-time use.

The equipment in those mechanical towers cannot support the holy energy for a long time.

Even so, it is enough to play an important role in the key battlefield.

This drastic change caused the entire battlefield to stagnate.

The Nurgle demons stopped, and the joyful orchestra seemed to lose its passion and then became silent.

Many powerful demons looked at each other.

"Now, it's my turn to close the door and beat the dog..."

Ron looked at Sithiras with a cold look. It was these plague bastards who caused the destruction of the galaxy!

He smiled slightly, his teeth were white: "Sitiras, your doomsday has come!"

As soon as the words fell.

More sacred urn bombs were launched, bombing the corrupted machines and the area where the Nurgle demon army was located, and one sun after another was burning the yellow fog.

Nurgle demons can certainly develop a way to temporarily resist the holy light, but the premise is that our firepower is not strong enough.

Now that there is a sacred wall to weaken the yellow fog, the urn bombs can play a greater role.

In fact, even without the sacred wall, as long as Ron timely dispatches more and stronger sacred urn bombs, he can still solve the opponent.

Firepower can solve everything!

Gradually, the yellow fog became thinner, and the Nurgle power transmitted from the channel could not keep up with the speed of consumption.

The corrupted machine also shook violently and was about to fall.

"No, my promise to my father, my plague germs!"

Sitiras could no longer be happy, his whole rotten fat face wrinkled into a ball, and his great plan was probably ruined!

"My Lord of the Ninth Demon Palace, perhaps we should retreat..."

The Vanguard Demon was panicked, without the previous flattery, and even the precious horn fell into the mud and didn't bother to pick it up.

After he realized that the yellow fog representing the blessing of the benevolent father was about to lose its effect, he began to feel fear.

The fear of the weapons of the cursed and the Devourer of Demons surged into his mind again.

Not only the Vanguard Demon, but also the entire Nurgle army was like this, they were very scared.

Those powerful demons who had contact with the Devourer of Demons before trembled, and the Plague Messengers no longer muttered and calculated, but observed the escape route.

As for the Nurgle spirits, they screamed and ran around.

Under the threat of the energy of the cursed and eternal death, the Nurgle army lost the will to fight.

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

Sitiras panted violently, his face full of hesitation, he didn't want to go back in humiliation.

Zila~

Another sacred urn bomb exploded, and the cursed light penetrated the yellow fog and burned his body.

The stinging pain made the ninth favorite sober.

"Father, I failed your favor..."

After crying out in grief, Sithiras immediately sat on the sedan chair made of rotten trees and vines, and then issued an order to retreat: "Quick, leave here!"

In any case, it is more important to save his life.

"Hey!"

When the vanguard demon heard the order to retreat, he immediately smiled and directed the Plague Walker carrying the sedan to run towards the passage where the Corruption Machine was.

The Ninth Beloved is too large and must use vehicles to move quickly.

The pioneer thought that the Plague Walker was not fast enough, so he joined the procession of carrying the sedan chair, panting and running forward.

And Nurgle's army gathered together and rushed towards the passage.

However, they were only halfway there.

A more dazzling light ball was seen erupting in the area where the corrupted machine was located, and the sacred energy completely burned the chaotic evil energy supporting the machine.

With a rumble, the corrupted machine collapsed and turned into parts all over the ground.

The crack could not hold up and collapsed in an instant, and the shadow of Nurgle Garden disappeared like foam.

It’s over, there’s no way back!

Looking at this scene, the demons of Nurgle became more and more desperate and became confused.

"No!"

Sitiras, the ninth favorite, was also overturned in the chaos and fell from the sedan to the ground, in an extremely embarrassed state.

"Ahhhhhh, the Demon Eater is coming to eat us!"

The Nurglings hugged each other, shivered, and cried loudly. They no longer looked as ferocious as before.

"It's the last step, give them a good bath!"

Ron looked at the battlefield not far away and gave the final order, asking the mechanical sages to activate the weather adjustment machine and rain down heavy rain containing purifying agents.

That is a weapon of mass destruction.

Now, without the protection of the yellow mist, those Nurgle demons will be completely exposed to the attack range of the purification potion.

The weather control machine starts.

Along with thunder, dark clouds quickly gathered, and then a crystal clear heavy rain fell.

At this moment, the Nurgle demons suffered a double critical blow from the holy ashes bullets and the purifying potion.

Groups of Nurgle demons fell to the ground in wailing, with all kinds of green grass, flowers and vines growing on their bodies, and then they lost their voices completely.

After the heavy rain stopped.

This area corrupted by the terrible plague has turned into a jungle paradise of verdant plants.

Those plants absorbed a large amount of nutrients and became extremely lush, rapidly absorbing and cleaning up all pollution.

Soon, the rancid smell dissipated, and the entire area was filled with the fresh air after the rain and the aroma of grass and flowers, without a trace of pollution.

This hell of Nurgle's corruption has become one of the best places in Matila.

"Loving... loving father..."

A large flower bush struggled slightly, and there was a faint sound.

That was the ninth favorite, Sitiras. The plague germs in his body were almost completely lost, but he still survived tenaciously.

Ron walked up to the evil Nurgle Demon and took out a small sacred ashes bomb.

He raised his hand slightly: "Asshole, you shouldn't have come to the Milky Way..."

Peng!

The sacred weapon was fired, reducing West Tiras to ashes, and Nurgle's plans to capture Matira and even the Savior's territory were ruined.

"Hey~ Is that guy Lao Ka coming soon?"

Ron suddenly thought of this question.

I'm afraid there will be another big battle next, but fortunately, the powerful Emperor's Love "Great Tsar" will be in place soon.

Fortunately, that guy Lao Ka arrived late. If he came with Nurgle's army, it would be difficult for him to withstand it...

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Subspace, wasteland.

"It seems that the destined enemy has become stronger again..."

Ka'banha looked at the image of the tragic death of Nurgle's army, his expression a little solemn.

He was somewhat glad that he was more cautious and did not attack directly like Nurgle's army. Instead, he took a break and waited for the bastard in Sitiras to test the enemy's situation.

Sure enough, the savior hid some kind of terrible weapon, and it was specially designed to target the demon of Nurgle.

"So...does the savior have a weapon specifically designed to target me?

After all, I am his lifelong enemy. It is impossible for him not to be on guard. It is very likely that he has created an even more terrifying weapon and is waiting for me! "

The Supreme Bloodthirsty Demon had doubts in his heart, and was a little hesitant or timid.

I am not afraid of ordinary holy ashes bombs anymore, but what if there is a more powerful weapon?

He must never risk attacking the savior's territory again, otherwise his life would be in danger.

Should we just retreat?

Kabanha looked at his right-hand man, Baal, and hesitated: "Maybe, we should..."

He couldn't say the word "retreat". He led the most elite troops in the history of the Blood God here and ran away before even seeing the enemy.

In this case, the great demon of Khorne below may not accept it, and the Blood God will skin him.

But continue to attack, and you will face the threat of death.

Baal saw the hesitation of the supreme bloodthirsty maniac and immediately replied firmly: "Lord, the battle situation in the galaxy has undergone new changes, and we should turn in.

Going to Ultramar is the most correct result! "

Kabanha nodded wildly: "Yes, that's what I thought, let's transfer in!"

Turn in, must turn in, it's not easy to do it even if the Blood God comes, anyway, he can't control himself now.

Nothing is more important than your own life!

However, when Kabanha issued the order to transfer to Ultramar, he encountered opposition from many Khorne demons.

It seems that this war is inevitable...