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

In the last expedition, they fought against extremely vicious aliens and the twisted and unspeakable Forsaken Empire. Now they may have embarked on a new expedition, but the enemies they faced have become these deep and filthy things from the subspace.

"Huh... The Second Empire... Then this can be regarded as the Second Great Expedition. We are the ones who started the Second Great Expedition." Chagatai smiled. He was finally willing to wear a helmet this time. Fight instead of letting your nose be assaulted by the stench. He looked at Lin Fan's back on the front line with emotion, feeling that he was like the second emperor, retrieving his scattered brothers across the universe and creating a peaceful and beautiful era.

If the Emperor had known so much, many things would never have happened. Of course, it would be better if there were no aliens involved... Jaghatai thought so, he shook his head and tried to shake off the worries brought to him by the Necrontyr and Tyranids.

There is nothing to fear, he will avenge us.

There were footsteps behind him, and Jaghatai knew it was Fulgrim in plain armor.

"You should wear some sacred weapons of the state religion. Those things are really useful." Chagatai reminded.

"Thank you, but I think these heirs of mine may not need these sacred artifacts." Fulgrim looked back at the Emperor's Son with guilt in his eyes, "I am sorry for you."

The Emperor's Son knelt before Fulgrim, but Fulgrim did not feel he was qualified to allow his heirs to treat him with such contempt. They were once the Emperor's Children, but now they are eternal sinners. The entire Chapter and Fulgrim as Primarch are unforgivable sinners, and they must atone for their sins in penance.

The victims are not qualified to ask for forgiveness and can only make amends for their mistakes over the years. This is the only thought Fulgrim has in his heart, and it is the eternal duty he will bear.

"Eternal Sinners Chapter... This sounds like a name that Lorgar would give." Jaghatai looked at Fulgrim, who also replied, "Sinners should behave like sinners. I can only say that this is I deserve it."

Fulgrim drew his weapon and led the Emperor's Children sealed in armor to the front line. They are veterans of thousands of battles. They have experienced the Great Crusade, the Great Heresy, and the Eye of Terror. Apart from the Primarch, they are the most capable Space Marines.

Perturabo also noticed Fulgrim and his Emperor's Children, but he did not give any orders to his brothers, but continued to observe every move of the Nurgle Demon.

Lin Fan stood among the crowd, and he was not prepared to rush forward and tear these demons apart. If all goes well in the battle, he hopes that these warriors who lack combat experience can improve themselves instead of watching him kill all the demons alone.

But the work that needs to be done still needs to be done, such as asking Saints Seles and Roca to find the core of this dirty fruit and expel this gift from subspace.

"Oh! No! Lovely children!" The secretary felt sad for the terrible blow suffered by the Nurgle beast. The pitiful screams coming from the battlefield made him angry and painful. Even those heartless Nurgling spirits were angry. jumping up and down.

They are so uneducated...

The demons of Nurgle roared angrily at the humans, and they decided to teach these unhealthy guys a lesson. The Plaguebearers moved slowly, holding up their rusty weapons and denouncing the low quality of mankind.

Densely packed small round packets were squeezed out from the fruit pulp. The small round packets expanded greatly and then burst, and buzzing rot flies rushed toward humans carrying disease carriers.

These Rotflies are born from the deaths of Nurgle beasts, happy little beasts who feel betrayed as they die, a bitter seed planted by blasters and bombs in their joyful souls.

These dejections polluted the joy of Nurgle beasts, completing the transformation of love into hate in the fermentation. The happy beast turned into a dull fly, its soft body was replaced by a hard carapace, and the tentacles used for hugging became long, dry and sharp legs.

This endless cycle of life and death is Nurgle demonstrating his power. Even if humans have endless bullets, Perturabo can always command the battlefield efficiently. These Nurgle demons in the cycle of life and death will eventually win the final victory of the endless war. .

For them, life is a kind of power, death is a kind of power, and half-death is a kind of power. Three life states, three sources of power, constitute three endless decaying hearts. Together with seven different diseases, they will eventually destroy all resistance and spread the gifts of a loving father to the world.

"Accept the gift!" The plague man riding on the rot fly held a rotten human head and smashed it against the position.

Perturabo's automatic soldiers and automatic anti-aircraft turrets were the first to respond. They tore the heads apart with a hail of bullets, spilling all kinds of juices inside. The battle nuns of the Order of the Bloody Rose raised their flamethrowers and pointed them at the sky, breathing promethium flames to purify the liquid and the disease in it.

These rot flies are tougher and more tenacious than those Nurgle beasts. The explosive bombs can only leave a shallow crater on their carapace. Although the armor-piercing bullets fired can penetrate the body, these rot flies will repair their wounds in the next second.

The rot flies wasted a lot of firepower from the Space Marines before they died completely, but Perturabo, as a representative of the indiscriminate bombardment faction, naturally would not let the war fall into the embarrassment of lack of supplies.

At his command, the macro-muzzle of the Mother of Tears battleship was turned to the conspicuous gap in the fruit, but it was not the slaves that dragged the cannonballs, but the recovery loading device designed by Perturabo himself.

The cannonball was launched and was slowed down by the reverse booster installed on it before it approached the fruit, and finally landed smoothly on the fruit pulp. The shells slowly opened, and the enhanced servo skull was pulling boxes of ammunition supplies to the battlefield, and reloading was completed the moment the heavy weapons ammunition was exhausted. This process was calculated in Perturabo's mind. He did it hundreds of times, and the feeling of comfort without any mistakes made Perturabo's body tremble with satisfaction.

The firepower never stopped, and the veterans of the Lamenters and Man-Eating Sharks were extremely excited. Even Tiberos, who preferred melee weapons to tear apart all enemies, could not control his desire. He controlled a plasma annihilation cannon to destroy the crowded and staggering The devil is sent to heaven.

Although the battlefield was very relaxing and exciting, Lin Fan knew that they could not be delayed here for too long. Those dead Nurgle demons are breeding more powerful dull individuals. The killing of rot flies means that the snail monster maggots that are more difficult to kill are bred in the depths of the fruit.

"Seles, Roca, can you feel where the most filthy core of this fruit lies? The war with Nurgle cannot be delayed for too long."

New version of Nurgle (if you are reincarnated in the Warhammer world, it is recommended that you pray that you can live a carefree life as a Nurgle and make more friends)