when!
The three clock hands on top of the corruption machine reversed simultaneously and stopped at seven, triggering more changes.
"seven!"
A loud voice came from the void, followed by a low laugh.
Suddenly, there was a sound like flesh breaking, the curtain of the real world was torn apart, and the sky burst and separated like foam.
"That damned moth! Did he get inside the outskirts of Nurgle's Garden?!"
Ron frowned as he looked at the familiar scenery on the other side of the crack.
"Oh Savior, what a heretical abomination this is!"
Not only the savior, but also the nearby warriors saw the crazy scene through the yellowed cracks:
It was a giant garden on a hot summer day, where rotting life was bustling and jubilant, and many things with wet, pus-oozing skin were peeking out from behind the overgrown branches and leaves.
The curtain energy membrane covering the crack is already dilapidated, full of holes, and is still expanding.
The rotten smell of the swamp flowed out more, and groups of giant flies with fat bellies took off from the diseased plants.
They passed through the void and came into the real world.
Ron clearly felt that the air was becoming hot and humid, and the mature and rotten aroma was permeating everything in the area.
The influence of Chaos is deepening, and the corrupting machinery is already in the process of activation.
It introduced the corrupting energies of the Garden of Nurgle, corroding the area, both living and dead alike – the ground melted, steel colonized, and vast machinery was twisted into horrific new shapes.
What's even more troublesome is the approaching shadow - Nurgle's demonic army!
He gave more orders:
"Quick, build more defensive lines and never let the Nurgle demons get out of here!"
If those Nurgle demons were allowed to break through the defenses and enter populated areas, it would be a terrible disaster and would infect and corrupt the planet.
Become the connection point of Nurgle Garden in the real universe.
In this way, Nurgle's army can continue to come out from here and attack the entire Savior territory!
Perhaps, the area of the empire named the Scourge Stars was conquered in this way.
There is no way to fight back at all.
Under the command of the Savior, more troops arrived from orbit to build a defense line on the ground, and many transport ships pulled several giant tower-shaped mechanical creations over.
More Tech-Priests began constructing some kind of makeshift energy route.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Boom boom boom——
Heavy artillery fire attempted to attack the corrupted machines, but under the influence of chaotic space energy, all attacks failed.
Perhaps only when the crack subsides will there be a chance to attack.
Click.
A Nurgling fell to the ground.
That indicated that Nurgle life had crossed the boundary between the Warp and reality and arrived on the surface of this planet.
It climbed up and giggled.
This tiny Nurgle creature looks harmless, only reaching the height of a human's knees, but it holds a deadly threat.
They love to use their fangs and claws to infect their enemies.
"ah!"
The Nurgling imitated the roar of the Great Daemon and charged forward on its calves.
This guy wants to rip open the abdomen of a human target and pull out the other person's intestines to taste.
However, before it could run a few steps, it was crushed with a snap, and the thick juice flowed on the ground.
The Plaguebringer's swollen feet crushed the Nurglings.
Plague messengers arrived one after another. They had single horns on their heads, gloomy faces, and muttered the names of the plagues given to them by their loving father.
And I was silently counting the numbers of people affected by the plague in my mind.
For example, the number of flies in the swarm, the number of times Nurglings laugh, or the condition of corrupted objects.
It was an impossible task, like the eternal torture bestowed by the plague.
There are a total of 777 plague messengers.
They grunted and formed themselves into ranks, holding high their banners, and began the parade of countless Nurglings stepping over the ground.
Then, the dull sound of bells rang out, and the broken strings made a spluttering sound.
A demon vanguard stepped lightly on the ground.
He looked like a demon, but also more like a human, with his eyes rolling around.
The pioneer coughed hard, spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling phlegm, then took out a horn, put it in his mouth and blew it violently.
The leaky mouth blew out a few puffs of air, causing the rusty horn to burst out with a terrible sound.
All demonic beings looked over here.
The pioneer was very happy to see so many people paying attention to him. He straightened his back even more, and more maggots came out of his fat belly.
He took a deep breath and said clearly:
"Rotten cauliflower, AIDS, syphilis, genital warts, the First Lord of the Ninth Demon Palace—Sitiras!"
at the same time.
Giant flies chanted the name of the great blasphemer, the ninth great demon of Nurgle, praising his unparalleled achievements.
That being concocted a wonderful human virus that infected countless lives, and was also the first demon in the Garden of Nurgle to fight against the great demons under the Lord of Pleasure.
He has made great military achievements.
The Vanguard shouted excitedly: "He's coming, he's coming, the great Lord Sithiras!"
Following the stench, a plague giant stalked in, leaving rotting warts in his wake with every step.
Its bloated body is colorful and huge, and the green fat keeps shaking, releasing various targeted pathogens.
"Hiss~ What a scary guy..."
Ron gasped when he heard the name and abilities of Nurgle's ninth favorite.
He took a step back and looked at Carter:
"I'm afraid our defenses aren't strong enough. I suggest you strengthen them and bring in all the nearby sacred urn bombs!"
The arrival of this darling of Nurgle caused many people to panic.
Clang~
In the distance, a transport worker wearing a full-coverage biochemical protective suit was lying on the wheel hub to repair a car. His hand shook and the repair machine fell to the ground.
He glanced at the time, immediately gave up the idea of repairing the car, and asked for help:
"Emergency call from C98 of the Third Transport Team. Our large transport truck has been severely corroded and damaged. There is no possibility or time to repair it!
New vehicles are needed here to transport the core equipment of the Holy Wall. The relevant equipment must be delivered within ten minutes!"
The support came quickly.
Just over ten seconds later, a fighter jet flew over here and will temporarily take on the function of transportation.
Afterwards, a shrill alarm sounded in the communication channel.
After hearing the alarm, the transport worker turned around and ran back without even taking care of his 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 jet lifted the core components several meters high and headed towards the battlefield area without hesitation, moving forward courageously.
Thick yellow smoke filled the air, and the factory area covering dozens of kilometers was seizing every opportunity to build layer upon layer of defense.
Because the chaotic creatures gathered here are all Nurgle's favorites:
The most disgusting and disease-spreading plague bringers, the huge, rotten, mutated Nurgle beasts, and the truck-sized carrion grubs.
And many more terrifying Nurgle demons.
Large groups of Nurgle creatures marched forward to the sound of cheerful orchestral music. Plague spread wherever they passed, and even blisters appeared on steel pillars.
Because of their horrific infectiousness, these Nurgle armies don't have to do anything but go wherever they want and turn the surrounding area into a paradise of plague.
This is why the Savior built a defense.
Simply defeating these Nurgle demons will not solve the problem, but may spread the plague.
Because they are more terrifying than any other kind of demon and more deadly to mortals, even a Nurgling escaping into a living area can cause great trouble.
Above the sky, a large number of fighter planes were bombing.
But the attack had little effect. Many bombs were corroded by the yellow fog covering the sky and became ineffective before they could even fall.
Bang bang bang——
The Space Marine troops were stationed in bunkers, shooting at any Nurgle demons that approached the defense line, not letting any escape.
"Father above, let the virus consume this planet, and the plague's anchor will be forever!"
Sithiras marched with heavy steps, commanding a large number of troops towards the defense line. Wherever he passed, everything withered and died, twisting into a morbid appearance.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, several sacred ashes bombs flew over.
"Ah, it's that cursed weapon!"
The Ninth Great Demon of Nurgle was not at all panicked, but instead drove his army to speed up.
The hope is to corrode more areas faster, accumulate enough energy to anchor the corruption machine, and form a fixed transmission channel on this planet.
Buzz buzz buzz
One golden sun after another rose, and was gradually extinguished by the yellow mist created by more corrupt machines.
The Garden of Nurgle unleashed a torrent of corrupted power, consuming the divine energy along with it, extinguishing the terrifying orb of weapon light.
"Look, savior, the cursed weapon you relied on has lost its effectiveness. Under the care of the loving father, the Prince of Corruption has found a way to deal with it."
Sithiras reveled and laughed wildly, and the orchestral music became even more passionate.
He wanted to occupy this planet and use it as a node to conquer more savior territories, and then use this record to gain the favor of his kind father.
More importantly, he didn't want to lose to that favored bastard Kugath. That guy had obtained too many resources to achieve such an amazing result.
If you can use your limited resources to gain more delicious and abundant results, you will be respected by everyone!
Thinking of this, the ninth darling became even more excited and couldn't wait to infect more places.
"Trouble..."
Ron looked at everything on the battlefield with a frown on his face.
This was the first time that the sacred urn bomb lost its deterrent effect on the battlefield, which dealt a blow to our morale.
But this is also within the predicted range.
After all, half a century has passed since the initial launch of the Holy Ashes Bomb, so it's 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 beside him and asked, "Great Sage, when will the Sacred Wall be completed?"
The Mechanical Great Sage lowered his head and frantically calculated, even his reply seemed extremely hasty: "Mechanical Goddess, based on the current assembly progress, it will be completed in ten... no, eight minutes.
Taking into account 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, with many technical priests busy assembling various modules inside.
Boom——
Sithiras led seven times more Nurgle Daemons and even more Plaguebringers to destroy a line of defense, and the plague swamp spread further.
Under the corrosion of the yellow fog, the remaining defense line was crumbling, and it was obvious that there was no need to hold on any longer.
Seeing this, Ron simply ordered the soldiers to retreat to avoid unnecessary casualties.
He went towards Sithiras alone, the spiritual energy surging in his body burning the yellow mist around him.
"Savior, or should I call you Demon Eater? Your weapon is ineffective, just like a blood bat with its teeth plucked out."
Sithiras' voice was hoarse, his huge, obese body looking down at the Primarch of Hope: "You alone cannot reach my army. This planet belongs to me!"
As he spoke, more plague messengers and demons surrounded this powerful being.
"Sorry, you are surrounded."
Ron calculated the time silently, looked up and smiled, as if it was not himself who was about to be surrounded, but the demons in front of him.
"What?!"
Sithiras was stunned, then seemed to realize something. He suddenly looked in a certain direction and found a strange mechanical tower hidden behind the shielding device.
He had a bad feeling and immediately shouted, "Vomitor, destroy the mechanical creation over there!"
The large demon that looked like a mountain of flesh stopped and took aim, then launched a large ball of corrosive pus towards the mechanical tower.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Buzz!!!
The technical priest connected the last section of the pipeline, and golden energy instantly spread from the depths of the sacred tower dozens of kilometers away, forming one energy channel after another on the earth.
Afterwards, these holy energies ignited one mechanical tower after another around the battlefield, emitting brilliant light.
All the light balls connected to each other, completely surrounding the area and forming a circular cage of light.
For some reason, the energy of the sacred tower became stronger, and a faint feeling of comfort came over him.
ah!!!
The zombies and demons within the range of the light were reduced to ashes under the burning of the holy light, and even the spreading yellow fog was blocked.
The power of the Garden of Nurgle, or Father Nurgle, has been hindered.
That is the sacred wall.
It is a modular defense line that can temporarily draw energy from the Holy Tower to form a defense wall capable of blocking Chaos Demons.
Such special equipment can cooperate well with the Sacred Tower to defend important planets.
Too bad it's a one-time thing.
The equipment in those mechanical towers cannot support the divine energy for long.
Even so, it is enough to play an important role in key battlefields.
This sudden change brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.
The Nurgle demons stopped, the joyful orchestral music seemed to lose its passion, and then became silent.
Many powerful demons looked at each other in confusion.
"Now, it's my turn to close the door and beat the dog..."
Ron looked at Sithiras with a cold gaze. It was these plague bastards who caused the suffering of all living beings in the galaxy!
He forced a faint smile, his teeth white: "Sitiras, your end has come!"
As soon as the words fell.
More sacred urn bombs were launched, bombarding the corrupted machines and the area where the Nurgle demon army was located. One sun after another burned the yellow fog.
The Nurgle demons can certainly develop a way to temporarily resist the Holy Light, but the prerequisite is that our firepower is not strong enough.
Now that the Holy Wall has weakened the yellow fog, the ash bomb can be more effective.
In fact, even without the Holy Wall, as long as Ron could dispatch more and stronger Holy Urn Bombs in time, he could still defeat the opponent.
Firepower can solve everything!
Gradually, the yellow fog became thinner, and the power of Nurgle transmitted through the channel could not keep up with the speed of consumption.
The corrupted machine also shook violently and was on the verge of collapse.
"No, my promise to my loving father, my plague germs!"
Sithiras could no longer be happy. His rotten fat face was wrinkled into a ball. He was afraid that his great plan would be ruined!
"Master of the Ninth Demon Palace, perhaps we should retreat..."
The vanguard demon was in a panic, without the flattery he had before. He didn't even bother to pick up the precious horn that fell into the mud.
After realizing that the yellow mist representing the father's protection was about to lose its effect, he began to feel fear.
The horror of the cursed weapons and the demon eaters came to mind again.
It's not just the vanguard demons, but the entire Nurgle army, they are extremely scared.
The powerful demons that had come into contact with the Demon Eater before trembled in fear, and the Plague Messengers stopped mumbling and calculating, but instead observed the escape route.
As for the Nurglings, they screamed and ran around.
Under the threat of the energy of the damned and eternal death, the Nurgle army lost its will to fight.
"No, I haven't lost yet!"
Sithiras gasped heavily, his face full of hesitation. He was unwilling to go back in humiliation.
Sizzle~
Another sacred urn bomb exploded, and the cursed light penetrated the yellow fog and burned his body.
The stinging pain sobered the ninth favorite.
"Dear father, I have failed to live up to your love..."
After Sithiras cried out in grief, he immediately sat on the sedan chair made of rotten trees and vines, and then gave the order to retreat: "Quick, leave here!"
No matter what, the most important thing is to save your life.
"Why!"
When the vanguard demon heard the order to retreat, he immediately smiled and directed the Plague Walker carrying the sedan chair to run towards the passage where the corruption machine was.
The Ninth Darling is so large that he must use a vehicle to move quickly.
The pioneer thought the Plague Walker was not fast enough, so he joined the group carrying the sedan chair and ran forward panting.
The Nurgle army gathered together and rushed towards the passage.
However, they were only halfway there.
Then, a brighter ball of light exploded in the area where the corrupted machine was located. The sacred energy completely burned the chaotic evil energy that supported the machine.
With a loud rumble, the corrupted machine collapsed and turned into parts all over the ground.
The crack could not hold on and collapsed in an instant, and the shadow of the Garden of Nurgle disappeared like foam.
It's over, there's no way back!
The Nurgle demons watched this scene, becoming increasingly desperate and in chaos.
"No!"
Sithiras, the ninth favorite, was also thrown over in the chaos and fell from the sedan chair to the ground, looking extremely miserable.
"Ahhhhhh, the Demon Eater is coming to eat us!"
The Nurglings hugged each other, trembling and crying loudly, no longer having their previous ferocious appearance.
"It's time for the final step. Give them a good bath!"
Ron looked at the battlefield not far away and issued the final order, asking the mechanical sages to start the weather regulation machine and send down heavy rain containing purifying agents.
That's a weapon of mass destruction.
Now, without the protection of the yellow fog, the Nurgle demons will be completely exposed to the attack range of the purification potion.
The weather conditioning machine starts.
Accompanied by thunder, dark clouds quickly gathered, and then a crystal clear rain fell.
At this moment, the Nurgle demons suffered a double critical hit from the Holy Urn Bombs and the Purification Potion.
Batch after batch of Nurgle demons fell to the ground wailing, and all kinds of green grass, flowers and vines grew on their bodies, and then they completely lost their voices.
When the heavy rain stopped.
This area, corrupted by a terrible plague, was transformed into a jungle paradise of lush green plants.
Those plants absorbed a large amount of nutrients, became extremely lush, and quickly absorbed and cleaned up all the pollution.
Soon, the foul smell dissipated, and the entire area was filled with fresh air after the rain and the fragrance of grass and flowers, without a trace of pollution.
This Nurgle-corrupted hell has become the best place in Mattila, no doubt about it.
"Merciful...Merciful Father..."
A large flower bush struggled slightly, and a faint sound was heard.
That was the ninth favorite, Sithiras. The plague bacteria in his body were almost completely gone, but he still survived tenaciously.
Ron walked up to the evil Nurgle demon and took out a small sacred urn bomb.
He raised his hand slightly: "Asshole, you shouldn't have come to the Galaxy..."
Bang!
The sacred weapon was fired, reducing Sithiras to ash, and Nurgle's plan to occupy Mathira and even the Savior's territory was thwarted.
"Hiss~ 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, "The Great Tsar", will be in place soon.
Fortunately, that guy Lao Ka arrived late. If he had come with the Nurgle army, it would have been difficult for me to resist...
——
Warp, wasteland.
"It seems that the destined enemy has become stronger again..."
Kabanha looked at the video of the tragic death of Nurgle's army with a serious expression.
He was somewhat glad that he was more cautious and did not attack directly like the Nurgle army, but instead took a temporary break and waited for that bastard Sithiras to test the enemy situation.
Sure enough, the Savior has hidden some terrible weapon, specifically designed to target Nurgle demons.
"So…does the Savior have any weapons specifically for me?
After all, I am his lifelong enemy. He cannot possibly be unprepared and is very likely to have created even more terrifying weapons waiting for me!"
This supreme bloodthirsty demon was doubtful and a little hesitant or even cowardly.
I'm not too afraid of ordinary sacred urn bombs, but what if there are more powerful weapons?
He must never take the risk of attacking the Savior's territory again, otherwise his life would be in danger.
Are we just going to retreat?
Kabanha looked at his capable assistant Bali and hesitated: "Perhaps, we should..."
He couldn't utter the word "retreat". He led the most elite troops in the history of the Blood God here, but he ran away before he even saw the enemy.
In this way, the Khorne Demon below will probably not accept it, and the Blood God will skin him alive.
But if you continue to attack, you will face the threat of death.
Baal noticed the Supreme Bloodthirster's hesitation and immediately replied firmly, "My Lord, the war situation in the galaxy has changed. We should turn back.
Going to Ultramar is the most correct outcome!"
Kabanha nodded wildly: "Yes, that's what I thought. Let's turn in!"
We must turn around. Even if the Blood God comes, it won't help. He can't control us now anyway.
Nothing is more important than your own life!
However, when Kabanha gave the order to move to Ultramar, he was opposed by many Khorne Daemons.
It seems that this war is inevitable