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

At this time, two seconds have passed, and the spell turbulence attached to the ball of filth has been raging throughout the battlefield, attacking the living indiscriminately.

From the further changes in the Plague Warrior's body, Wodehouse can determine how many complex and mysterious spells the Ball of Filth consists of.

Pop!

A disgusting explosion came from the body of a battle nun. Her armor was hit by an explosive bomb passed down from ancient times. Even after so many years, the explosive bomb can still work stably.

All the breath emitted by the ball of filth poured into the gaps in the armor. These unfiltered poisons polluted a nun's body. Large ulcers twisted the nun's limbs, making her strong muscles like those she had trained to possess. It shrank like a deflated balloon.

But the gift of the ball of filth was far more than that. Wodehouse also saw shiny boils growing on the nun's skin, which further cracked the fragile skin, and bursts of pain forced the nun to lie on the filthy ground unable to get up. .

Pustules filled with pus, happy smiling faces made of green fungi, bleeding eyes, swollen tongues, bloated internal organs, and a large number of maggots spurting out of the nun's mouth...

It's so terrible... The devil who made the deal with Gedro is so generous that Wodehouse can't believe it.

With compassion, Wodehouse cast a bolt of lightning on the chaotic battlefield to give the nun the peace of death. Then he began to search for the core of Nurgle's spell, and used his own power to combine the veins that were mixed together like slime. Pull away.

This process polluted Wodehouse's soul, but it was not the first time he was polluted. He skillfully released all the pollution in his soul on his body.

Just like the nun, ulcers, boils, and pustules all appeared on the modified and strengthened body. Even if Wodehouse's soul was pure and innocent, his body would eventually collapse into a twisted chaotic egg, and then his soul would be imprisoned in There is no liberation in the body.

But the blood bottle preserved by Bennett came into play at this time, and the vigorous life force powerfully washed away Wodehouse's disease-ridden body, reshaping the decayed parts of his body again and again.

Wodehouse peeled off ulcers, peeled off boils, peeled off suppurations...

The removal of a spell means that there is one less disease wandering the battlefield, and the ball of filth becomes much lighter and clearer.

A confused and surprised murmur came from Gokuro's throat. He stared at the ball of filth shrinking with wide eyes. Looking at Wodehouse's safety, he felt that his world view collapsed.

why? Why is there nothing wrong with him?

Or is it that the wolf priest in the distance is just holding on? The body under his armor had already collapsed and oozed pus, and he was only relying on one breath to maintain his consciousness.

Another spell was lifted, which made Geguluo's body tremble unnaturally.

He sensed clearly that this was the spell 'revealing inner beauty' that had been lifted. Although this spell could cause objects and creatures to age quickly, it needed to be touched to take effect.

But Wodehouse's soul-stripping spell was a way of contact that was far more intimate than physical contact, but Geduru didn't see any sign of the spell taking effect on him.

Objects become brittle, quality deteriorates, body becomes weak, exhausted...

"Why can he be fine?" Geguluo asked in surprise, and the Great Demon Nurgle who signed the contract with him also expressed the same doubts.

As the last spell was lifted, Wodehouse continued to stare at Geduluo with calm eyes.

"Your spells are nothing more than that. It seems that the power of destruction has not made you fat pigs stronger, traitors."

"You! How dare you!" Ge Guluo stared at his cloudy and yellow eyes, but his brain soaked in pus was functioning very clearly.

This operation was a nail in the coffin. No matter who the wolf priest in front of him was, his perception and manipulation of subspace energy was beyond the reach of Ge Tuluo.

When filthy spells fail to cause effective damage to the Imperial lackeys, it is absolutely impossible for them to defeat the battle team composed of Space Wolves and Battle Sisters by just relying on a few warriors.

Not to mention the sound of Baisika's motorcycle coming from afar. The sound of those rough tires smashing open the mud made Geguluo's heart panic.

"Brothers! Keep moving towards the holy number seven!" Geguluo rang the bell, which was a code word for them to announce their retreat.

The huge scythe and the frost battle ax collided together. Kaiser White Fang felt that his hands were numb. The plague warrior in front of him was strong and experienced. Although his speed was slightly slower, the dance of his giant scythe was airtight.

"Plague pig." Cather White Fang cursed again. This was one of his ways of fighting. If you can use words to arouse the enemy's anger, then there will inevitably be loopholes in the emotional onslaught. That's when Cather The moment when White Fang struck the fatal blow.

However, the Plague Warrior did not follow his example, and only relied on the breathing tube inserted into the helmet to make a dull and occasionally interrupted breathing sound.

The sound of rusty bells confuses the Plague Marine, who does not understand that the situation on the battlefield is dangerous enough to require retreat.

As their captain, Geguluo, a powerful psyker who could forge a reciprocal contract with demons, had no reason to issue such an order.

Although the fighting power of the wild wolf in front of him is very good, the Plague Warrior firmly believes that as long as he fights Kaiser White Fang for a period of time, his head will become the raw material for the Plague Warrior to make decay grenades.

Warriors with Mortarion's seeds are known for their endurance, and their bodies are even stronger after receiving the blessings of their loving father.

He knew that the tusked coward in the distance had sent several explosive bombs into his body, but this did not affect him from continuing to fight.

"Geguluo..." The Plague Warrior said dissatisfied and looked back. He raised the sickle to defend his head.

Kaiser White Fang saw this as an opportunity, and he slashed his ax horizontally into the Plague Marine's chest.

It feels sticky and disgusting, which is definitely not a normal feeling.

Kaiser White Fang hurriedly drew out his ax and retreated, narrowly escaping the Plague Soldier's downward punch. If this attack hit, Kaiser White Fang would have to think about how to stand up with all his limbs intact.

The Plague Warrior did not feel disappointed about the failure of his attack. He glanced at Geguluo and understood why the wizard issued the order to retreat.

Is this still my brother?

The Plague Warrior felt strange about Geduluo's current image.

The bloated wizard was panting. His open mouth was so dry that he couldn't even secrete saliva. His eyes were sunken deeply. If the plague zombies hadn't pushed his back together, the wizard would have fallen to the ground. .

Standing opposite him, Wodehouse was in surprisingly good condition, with the chill of Fenris tightly wrapped around his body.