Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

This kind of vitality is completely different from the dying breath of decay. It is more energetic and vital. A burst of natural fragrance begins to replace the oppressive and suffocating smell in the field. The rotten and sticky pulp begins to become solid and moist, and the rotten skin also becomes Much smoother and more delicious.

The airdrop pods that followed later witnessed all this in shock. They landed along the gap made by Lin Fan and witnessed everything that could be called a miracle under the fully enclosed armor.

Seles exuded a holy golden light, but she knew that all she could do was to dispel the pollution and burn these suffocating gases, but she could never turn decay into life.

"Praise the Emperor! Praise the Chosen One!" the nuns and crusaders shouted in unison, their awe and devotion to Lin Fan soaring hundreds of times.

Space Marines from other chapters also fell into the landing zone, and Perturabo knew that Lin Fan would use his body to open a safe gap for the troops.

The Weeper Chapter also acquired some interesting habits under Perturabo's training. As soon as they landed, they began to dismember the airdrop pods and assemble them into movable heavy weapons platforms.

Two living saints, three primarchs, three Space Marine Chapters, Battle Sisters and Crusaders, as well as the Slaanesh Demon Army outside to contain the demonic power of Nurgle, even if Lin Fan is put aside as a subjective person, these Nurgle The imperial power that the demon encountered can also be considered very powerful.

But the Nurgle demon would not surrender under such power. This fruit was picked from the branch of Nurgle's loving father, and the juice poured on it was also scooped out from the crucible. Demons who had such loving care from their loving father would never let this group of unhealthy humans interfere with their work.

"Hey! Brothers! Maybe our loving father will not criticize us harshly, but do you want to see Isa cry?" A Nurgle demon shouted at the top of his lungs. The mucus hung in his throat and he couldn't cough it out. It made his voice sound extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh...my dear father...I don't want to see Isa cry..."

"Yes, I don't want to either."

"And we are civilized people with good qualities. We have taken gardening classes. You all know what is needed most to raise a rotten flower that is bubbling?"

"It's understanding and love." A Nurgle demon answered.

"Yes, it's understanding and love. We should talk to those unhealthy guys and then drive away those immoral guys."

The demons of Nurgle were muttering. They were holding up scraps of metal, trying to find an explanation from the humans who broke in.

"Hey! You are obstructing the reunion of a family, do you know?!" Nurgle's secretary was sitting on a rickety stool. He shouted to the humans through the trumpet. After receiving no reply, he He scratched his head in confusion, "Did they not hear it, or were they too uneducated?"

"Maybe they are too afraid of animals. We should use some small pets to get closer to each other."

"Okay." The secretary nodded and waved his hand. Tens of thousands of happy and curious Nurgle beasts clapped their hands and gasped, rushing towards the human position. They opened their big hands and shook their tails, showing endless enthusiasm. .

But in the eyes of humans, these things are not that friendly. Even though the helmet's cognitive filter had smoothed away the madness in front of them, they were still suffocated by the horrific scene inside the fruit. If Lin Fan hadn't created a position that mortals could accept, even the Space Marines would feel miserable surrounded by this suffocating despair.

Nurgle beasts have soft, slimy and multi-colored bodies like slugs, and their feeble webbed feet slap the ground, driving their fat bodies forward. The whip-like tail behind it has a twisted face and leaves behind a foul-smelling pus. The open mouth dripped with poisonous saliva, and a twisting colored hose protruded from the back. As the Nurgle beast gasped, it spit out swarms of flies, yellow-green gas balls, and active liquids that eroded bones and chewed flesh.

There have been reports of the appearance of Nurgle beasts in many agricultural worlds. They curiously looked at the farmland vegetation around them, causing an agricultural planet to become paralyzed with withering by touching and breathing it, causing several planets to suffer desperate famine.

These passionate and curious creatures stare with interested eyes, ready to use their sticky tongues and tentacles to express their kindness and friendliness. Mortals cannot tolerate this kind of friendship, and can only use the fire of fear to bring these creatures back to Nurgle's embrace.

"Fire!" Perturabo gave the order, and the heavy fire platform of the Lamenters Chapter vented its anger. The consecrated incineration shells had a faint white halo, resisting the corrosion of Nurgle's power, and Support these shells to explode normally.

The flames swept across the frontal battlefield of the position in an instant, and the spit flies and gas balls exploded in the flames, and continued to burn deeper along the Nurgle Beast's pipes. Soon, some Nurgle beasts were replaced by a ball of blazing fire inside. They squirmed and swayed on the ground, making pitiful sounds. Other Nurgle beasts came to comfort their friends, but were infected with more fire and them. friends together turned into a mass of corpses that kept burning and releasing stench.

Other Nurgle beasts are not powerful in breathing gas, but their excessive secretion of saliva and mucus effectively prevents them from being incinerated by the flames. They open their big hands and get closer and closer to the position.

Perturabo's armor can become a fully armed war machine or the command node of an entire legion. He is quickly handling the situation on the battlefield and issuing combat orders as quickly as possible.

Who should open fire? When to fire? Where should I fire? Perturabo calculated these clearly, and the Weeper Chapter and the rd Company of the Sharks felt it the most. They had already experienced this fighting method when they resisted the Skinners in front of the prison door.

Easily, although for a warrior, this is a contemptuous word for his duty. But the Weeper Chapter and the rd Company of the Sharks could only feel this under Perturabo's command. They truly turned into ruthless weapons and did not need to consider anything. As soon as the order came, they would Just pull the trigger and move.

The six-barrel heavy bolt machine gun was roaring beside Hope. The chapter leader suddenly envied the warriors in his chapter who wielded heavy weapons. Never had the Weeper been so wealthy and could consume explosives without any worries. bomb.

Looking back at Perturabo's cold and taciturn figure, Hope felt infinite power growing in his body.

Jaghatai was stationed on both sides of the position with the Devouring Sharks and Ash Claws. He looked at the rain of bullets and felt that he had once again returned to the good times of the Great Crusade.

A version of Nurgle Beast (ancient thing with a strange style of painting and a disgusting smell)