Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

On the Blasphemous Body, Torres, Typhons and others also fought together.

In the chaos, mysterious and powerful forces are intertwined and entangled with each other.

Torres was seen holding an ancient pendulum bell in one hand. Every time the bell rang, a dazzling light flashed across the sky like lightning, and then a Space Marine was swallowed up by this horrible energy in an instant, turning into a pile of ashes and dissipating into the void.

"Feel the love of Father Nurgle! His love is so vast that it encompasses everything in the world."

Torres held a rusty blade in his hand and had a twisted and crazy smile on his face.

From his stinking, maggot-infested mouth, he would occasionally burst into wild praises of Nurgle.

However, in the face of Torres' provocation and threats, Typhons just responded indifferently: "No need."

At the same time, the huge power sickle in his hand danced faster and faster, bringing up gusts of sharp wind.

"Haha, you may be able to survive by chance, but what about them? How can these poor guys resist Nurgle's omnipresent kindness?"

Torres laughed wildly and waved his arms carelessly, releasing a powerful wave of psychic energy at will.

With a loud bang, a Space Marine who was close to him was instantly blown into a ball of scarlet blood mist, with flesh and blood flying everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel.

"The Sevenfold Way, the Way of Plague, the Way of Life..."

As Torres muttered to himself, the speed at which he swung the sword became faster and faster.

At the same time, as his body twisted violently, the horrifying abscesses on his body burst one after another, and streams of yellow-green pus gushed out like a flood, rushing straight towards Typhons.

Typhon's furrowed brows seemed to be twisted into a hemp rope. He retreated quickly like lightning and nimbly avoided Torres' fierce attack.

“Hehehe…”

Torres let out a creepy laugh, and the sound echoed in the air like the whisper of a demon from the abyss of hell.

"Why don't you come near me? Don't you long to feel the warm and deep love of your father Nurgle?"

As he spoke, his fat, bloated and swollen body began to move forward slowly. Every step seemed to step on people's hearts, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.

However, facing the pressing Torres, Teifons remained unusually calm and composed.

He stood quietly, staring coldly at the terrifying enemy in front of him, as if waiting for the best opportunity to counterattack.

"boom!"

At this critical moment, Typhons suddenly pulled out a grenade launcher from his waist with lightning speed.

In an instant, flames flew everywhere, bullets rained down like raindrops, and the dense gunfire was deafening. In just a few seconds, he fired all the ammunition in the magazine without hesitation.

Then, Typhons fearlessly swung the huge power sickle in his hand and rushed towards Torres with an indomitable momentum. The sharp sickle blade flashed with cold light and drew a deadly arc in the air.

"Death struggle?"

Torres sneered disdainfully, and he didn't even bother to dodge the dozens of explosive bombs coming towards him.

Only a series of dull explosions were heard, and the bombs exploded on his corrupt body, splashing out pieces of foul-smelling pus.

The pus flowed down his swollen body and dripped onto the ground, forming dirty puddles.

However, such a fierce attack failed to cause even the slightest harm to Torres.

His huge body was like an indestructible fortress, easily withstanding all attacks.

In his eyes, Typhus's actions were like an ant trying to shake a tree, and could not shake him at all.

To him, this level of attack was no different from tickling.

Taifons was naturally clear in his mind. He knew very well that the previous attack could not do anything to Torres at all.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, what he was really aiming at was not Torres himself, but the pendulum bell with the breath of Nurgle that Torres was holding tightly in his hand.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and the pull ring of the grenade was suddenly pulled open. Then, a black grenade quickly drilled into Torres' already rotten body like a slippery loach.

"Humph, I've already said it before, what can a mere grenade do to me? It's just a waste of effort!"

Torres yelled at the top of his lungs, but before he could finish his words, the grenade exploded in his stomach.

What is unexpected is that the grenade is not filled with ordinary gunpowder, but holy water mixed with the blood and ashes of the saints of the national religion!

In an instant, accompanied by the huge impact force generated by the explosion, the holy water blessed by God was like a surging torrent, sweeping over Torres' entire body with overwhelming force.

This holy water seemed to have life, madly corroding the rotten flesh on Torres' body. Its power was comparable to that of high-strength sulfuric acid.

"How abominable! Praise be to the great and merciful Father! Even so, I will never fall!" Torres widened his eyes, staring at his body that was being corroded by the holy water, and let out an uncontrollable roar.

At this moment, Typhons was approaching Torres quickly.

He was holding an extremely sharp power sickle in his hand, flashing with cold light, which made people shudder.

As Typhons approached Torres, the roar of the decomposition field began to echo in the cabin filled with a foul smell.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Typhons swung the power sickle in his hand mercilessly and slashed down at Torres at lightning speed.

In an instant, a dazzling light flashed through the darkness, accompanied by the harsh sounds of metal colliding and flesh tearing.

Torres was unable to dodge, and his already rotten arm was instantly cut off by the sharp sickle.

Green and foul-smelling blood splattered and sprayed in the air, interweaving with the surrounding stench, forming a horrific and bloody picture.

At the same time, the pendant bell that had been hanging on Torres, emitting a decaying smell, also fell heavily to the ground due to losing its support.

"boom!"

Another dull crash was heard, and the old and dilapidated bell shattered into pieces the moment it touched the ground, with fragments scattered all over the ground.

However, before Torres could recover from the severe pain, Typhons seized the opportunity, raised his strong and powerful feet, and stomped hard on the rotten bell fragments.

There was a crackling sound, and the already fragile bell instantly turned into a pile of tiny debris under Typhons' feet.

These debris flew everywhere, and some even embedded into the walls of the cabin, leaving behind deep and shallow holes.