Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

Half of Tokyo was almost submerged in the sea water. People who took refuge on high ground noticed that the tsunami gradually subsided, and the strong wind and rainstorm weakened.

But they did not show any expression of relief or relief on their faces. Instead, they became more frightened and uneasy.

The dark clouds gathered into a huge vortex above their heads, and the strange green light made it clearly visible to everyone.

The rain did weaken, but soon someone noticed that the rain blown in by the wind was a bit sticky and green, and it also emitted a strong stench, just like the sewage gushing out of the broken sewer pipe;

The people who were soaked by the green rain did not take it seriously at first, but soon they developed fever, colds, abdominal pain and other discomfort symptoms; healthy adults could barely endure this sudden pain, but the elderly, children and some people with low immunity were much more serious. Some people screamed in pain, fell to the ground, convulsed or vomited.

The crowd became chaotic again. The frightened people rushed into the building desperately, fearing that they would be contaminated by the ominous green rain.

The situation of other people who took shelter in the building and were not aware of the green rain was not much better - they found that a large number of rats came out from all corners.

At first, they thought it was just the survival instinct of creatures to seek benefits and avoid harm, until they saw in horror that the rats pounced on them like crazy with red eyes and then bit them wantonly.

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The strong unknown energy interference released by the dark cloud vortex to the sky and the ground made all monitoring and communication equipment useless. No one knew how this doomsday catastrophe would develop, and no one knew where the source of the new weird changes came from.

Only the sword warriors of revelation fighting in the well of chaos knew.

The Black Death shook the rusty green bell in his hand, which was as big as a big clock for ordinary people, grinned and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and countless maggots rolling under his tongue, and sang an extremely ugly ballad loudly.

Densely packed, fat flies with a rotten stench swarmed out from the Warp Lake beneath it, with three rotten green circles on their backs symbolizing the blessings of the Lord of Plague; they swept in all directions like a tsunami; Nurglings emerged from the pus and scabies on the huge body of the Black Death, and these evil little ghosts giggled and followed their master, forming groups of three or five like circus diegos, forming tall individuals.

The great demon under the command of Nurg, the Lord of Plague, the Great Unclean One!

Unlike the two great demons, the bloodthirsty demon Baron and the secret keeper Xipara, the former was summoned to this world as a second-generation dragon and the latter was summoned to this world as a large number of cloned bodies as a container, and they were not complete in any aspect;

But the Black Death was different. It came directly from the subspace to the Nibelungen created by Vashtor, and was not oppressed by the real world, and its power and form were not incomplete;

What's more, even in the garden of the Lord of Plague, the Black Death was one of the few strong ones.

The plague and psychic energy it carried were so powerful that the mechanical central tower made by Vashtor had been corrupted and twisted, and pieces of rotten green flesh and keratin spread wildly along the central tower; even the real world outside the well was slightly affected by the concept of the birth of the great demon Black Death, and the disease spread.

"For the Emperor! For humanity! For the Sword of Revelation!"

The roars from the breathing grilles of the warriors' helmets even drowned out the singing of the Black Death for a moment. Although they were born in peacetime and this was the first time they witnessed this enemy that was more evil and terrifying than nightmares, after undergoing surgery and baptism, they had the same qualities as the warriors who fought for the Emperor in another dark universe.

Fight to death, never retreat!

The ammunition saved in the previous battle with the evil mechanical construct army was all used up at this time. The Destroyer Squad equipped with the "Burning Blood" alchemical incinerator tore dozens of gaps in the tsunami-like overwhelming tide of flies with blazing flames, burning these filthy dregs into ashes with the highest efficiency;

And those filthy flies that temporarily escaped the Emperor's wrath pounced on other warriors, trying to blur their vision while biting their armor, making a numbing crunching sound.

But the warriors could still see the ugly appearance of the enemies. They maintained their formation and fought in coordination. The overlapping form of Nurglings looked ridiculous in front of them. The evil little devils that attacked were killed by the warriors with superb martial arts. The smelly pus and blood covered their golden red gorgeous power armor.

But... the Great Unclean One is not an existence that can be defeated and destroyed simply by courage and blood.

As early as when the Black Death crawled out of the subspace rift, the Destroyer Squad equipped with Purgatory Missiles opened fire on it immediately; however, during the flight of the Purgatory Missile, an amazing change occurred: first, the metal on the surface of the missile became corrupted and rusty green, followed by the infected green meat and maggots drilling out from the inside of the missile and completely wrapping it;

Finally, it grew a pair of bat-like flesh wings-then turned around and flew back to attack the warriors who launched it.

Not only the Infernal Missiles, but also the Explosive Bombs and Heavy Explosive Bombs fired at the Great Unclean Ones... Either they disappeared after creating ripples in the foul air like a pebble falling into water, or they all "came to life" like the Infernal Missile.

The strangeness of the power of chaos was fully demonstrated at this moment.

But the Black Death's smile became less happy: it was originally wandering in the subspace to help the father of plague, Gragas, to find the viruses and bacteria he needed to cook the most powerful disease in history. The other party said to it After the virus is prepared, it will make Father Nurgle laugh happily;

As a result, it was suddenly summoned to this narrow and strange place. The person who summoned it was not a devout believer, but a cold mechanical creation of Vashtor.

The Black Death is certainly aware of the name of the Lord of the Soul Forge, from whom Father Nurgle often equips young Mortarion's legions with new, not-so-cute toys.

As for the reason for summoning it... it will not sign any contract with the Lord of the Forge. Only those poor people who are eager to show favor to the Holy Father will do this kind of thing; even if it is not like "Father of Plague" Gugas and " "Rain Father" Rotigus is the most beloved of the Holy Father, but he is also one of the Holy Father's favorites.

A pair of narrow and cunning eyes on Black Death's ugly face turned, focusing on the new toys in front of him that looked like the cursed ones.

"Lay down your arms, stop, abandon your taciturn, heartless lying god," it shook the bell, "and join the garden of the Father, Nurgle, who is generous and will give eternal blessings. You, you will not die in the garden, and there will be no pain, only eternal joy and laughter!”

The preaching of the Great Unclean One has no effect. Like other Toys of the Damned it encountered in other human worlds of the real universe, not all Astartes were as wise as the Death Guard and chose to fall into the arms of the Father.

The Black Death was a little angry, especially when he saw that his lovely Nurglings were being slaughtered one-sidedly.

It opens its mouth and spits out a mouthful of poisonous gas laced with maggots, and uses its spiritual power to weave it into a plague curse——

Five rots are coming!

The purity marks hung with fire wax on the armor surface of the warriors of the Sword of Revelation burned violently in an instant.

Even the marks soaked in the light of faith and inscribed with holy prayers of blessing could not provide the warriors with more protection from the direct psychic attack of the Great Unclean One; they stood still for a while and killed as many as possible. Daemons, but the psychic curse of plague and disease brought them down, blood spurting from the breathing grilles of their helmets.

"No, no," Black Death muttered, "It shouldn't be like this."

This was different from what it imagined. The Holy Father's power of plague was not reflected in these little toys; it also expected that these Astartes would grow beautiful necrotic tissue and tumors after being defiled by the Five Corruptions. There may be a few people who can appreciate the beauty of the Holy Father’s blessings.

But no, even if they died, none of these people showed any traces of being stained by the plague, and even the blood that flowed out was still an unpleasant red.

What's even weirder is that the souls of the Astartes killed by it are protected by a golden veil of light and fly to other places; it tries to capture their thoughts and bring them to the Garden of the Holy Father. Also failed.

This couldn't help but remind Black Death of those golden monsters created by the Cursed Ones... and those silver ones... which made it uneasy.

It raised its head and looked up with its narrow and cunning eyes. Its sight passed through Vashtor's mechanical creation, passed through the invisible portal of this space, and saw the world beyond.

The Great Unclean Ones do not look stupid as they look like they are huge. They are as cunning as the All-Changing Demon King.

Soon, the Black Death suddenly became excited, and its mountain-like fat body trembled violently. It could not suppress the ecstasy in its heart, and the corners of its mouth almost grinned to the corners of its head——

It must report its new discovery to Holy Father Nurgle!

This discovery will definitely allow it to squeeze out Gugas and Rotigus and become the eternal favorite of the Holy Father! And there is no one!

A... brand new world! An unpolluted new universe! It is waiting for the Holy Father to come and include it in the wonderful Nurgle Garden!

The Black Death immediately lost interest in these little toys in front of him. It couldn't wait to return to the High Sky and the Garden of Nurgle.

But a tank with loud music playing outside, perhaps even louder than the songs it sang before, rushed over. In front of its front was the cursed statue that had not yet entered the supreme heaven, which alarmed the devil;

An extremely hot energy stream ejected from the silver-blue cannon barrel and hit the Black Death's split belly. Part of the hanging gray-red intestines and internal organs were evaporated. It left a burnt, blackened and foul-smelling wound.

The Black Death no longer smiled, and despite the resilience the Holy Father had bestowed upon it, it still screamed as it was burned, and maggots spewed out of its mouth like a waterfall.

"Fucking devil! Die, die, die, die—"

Chief Alchemist Sergeant Ronald Tang almost smashed the launch button of the plasma incineration cannon. Under his control, the two Emperor's Fists super-heavy tanks merged together and attacked this extremely disgusting demon without any reservations. The ground pours plasma energy.

Old Tang has rarely done any "subspace desensitization training". He prefers to appreciate and listen to all kinds of beautiful things;

After witnessing the ugly demon that would probably give him nightmares for a year, and screaming "Wow! I don't want to see it!", Old Tang was able to hold back his vomiting and desire to fight because of the electronic version of "Ode to Joy" played at the maximum volume inside and outside the tank, the pure gold emperor's holy emblem necklace on his chest, and the ultra-private collection in his left hand that even Lu Mingfei didn't know about - a full-body golden armor emperor pillow.

The Black Death was enraged, and several more black wounds appeared on its fat body like a mountain; when the weapons of the two hateful mechanical creations cooled down and stopped firing, it turned around and raised its lower body to the entire area it had faced before -

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No one would have the rationality to subdivide or dwell on the so-called "physiological structure" of this ugly and disgusting demon, but a huge amount of green pus did pour out from between the two pillar-like thighs of the Black Death, and as it shook, the deadly corrupt pus was about to cover the two super-heavy tanks and all the legionnaires.

"Shit!?"

Even though he was sitting in the tank, Old Tang once again suffered a severe mental shock. He hugged the golden armor emperor pillow tightly to hold back the vomiting on the spot while desperately controlling the tank to move back - he was not running away, but trying to use the huge body of the tank to protect more legionnaires before these super invincible and disgusting things splashed on him.

But a few seconds later, all the parameters of the Emperor's Fist tank showed normal, without any corrosion or damage, only the overheated plasma heat pipes that were still waiting to cool down were hissing, and hot water vapor was rising.

Old Tang was stunned. The filth that was about to be poured on his head suddenly turned into water? Regardless of whether it was clean or not, it was definitely tens of millions of times better than the original green pus.

"It's Miss Eri!"

He looked up and noticed a figure flying towards the ugly demon. A fiery and sacred golden halo shone around her fluttering hair, as dazzling as the sun.

But soon the light dimmed again, as if the girl had consumed too much golden divine power for this;

However, Uesugi Eri still gathered up the remaining strength and launched a judgment against the demon that was so dirty and ugly that she frowned -

Judgment!

The sacred domain was regenerated, and a huge golden cross light gun took shape when she coldly said the last syllable of the ancient and high language; Eri swung the long sword in her hand, and the golden cross light gun smashed towards the demon below with a piercing scream.

The Black Death was a little flustered. It didn't expect that there would be a champion blessed by the cursed here!

It shook the bell desperately to draw the spiritual energy to weave a dark yellow shield in front of itself, but it still couldn't block the golden light gun.

The psychic shield shattered like corrupted glass, and the golden cross-shaped light spear directly stabbed into the Great Unclean One's chest, causing its huge body to lose balance and fall backwards.

Black Death screamed in pain, but it was not because of the power of judgment: the death order that prohibited all recovery did not actually hurt the Great Unclean One too much - because the God of Plague itself was the concept of destruction and death, and the power of the dragon clan's words could not order a Great Unclean One to die.

What made Black Death feel painful was the power of faith belonging to the Emperor on the light spear, which was dozens of times more painful than the plasma energy shot by the tank.

But fortunately, the champion of the cursed seemed to become weak because of overdrawing her strength. The golden halo behind her head became dim, and the pair of golden wings behind her could not guarantee her balance when flying in the air, and she was a little shaky.

"Very good, very good, then I will kill a champion of the cursed first, as a greeting gift before the Holy Father arrives in this universe."

A filthy black whip emerged from under the fat wrist of the Black Death, and the dirty glass fragments on the whip were still flowing with green pus. The demon swung the whip, trying to tie up and drag down the unstable champion.

It was almost done, but it suddenly saw a meteor that was more dazzling than the golden light on the cursed champion swooping down from above.

During the brief moment of Black Death's surprise, the golden meteor swept past, and its cursed whip turned into smoking ashes, and its palms and arms that wielded the cursed whip turned into scattered pieces of rotten meat with pus and blood flying everywhere.

The golden meteor turned and flew back at a sharp angle, and Lu Mingfei held up the pale-faced Uesugi Eri, stopping the child from trying to continue to use force.

"You did a good job, Eri. You've worked hard. Now take a good rest." He said softly, watching the golden light in Eri's eyes fade away.

If this light burns for a little longer, I'm afraid her eye sockets will start to be burned.

The Emperor's power is boundless and heavy at the same time. Not everyone can bear it easily. It was not Lu Mingfei's intention to let such a child participate in this war, but her existence and power are indeed the key to this war.

"Kartos..."

Eri's face, which had always been cold, showed a smile, as if she finally put her mind at ease. Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep. All the golden light faded from her body. Only the fine alchemical power armor made for her by the alchemist sergeant was still working to maintain her physical condition.

When Lu Mingfei fell to the ground, the soldiers still maintained a rigorous combat state; two soldiers with clean armor carefully took the sleeping girl from Lu Mingfei's hands and sent her into the Emperor's Fist super heavy tank where the chief alchemist sergeant was.

Old Tang hid the pillow in advance, fearing that Lu Mingfei would see it, but after Lu Mingfei handed Eriyi to the soldiers of the legion, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky, without staying for a second longer-

The anger of the Great Unclean One whose arm was chopped off still needed to be taken up by him.

At this moment, the familiar voice of Fingel came from the communication system: "Old Tang! Brothers are coming to support! Report the coordinates, we will airdrop now!"

Fingal! Old Tang was overjoyed and quickly uploaded the coordinates and responded:

"No, don't worry about us, go to support the young girl first! As long as he blows up the anchoring engine over there, all these damn demons will be finished!"