Chapter 437 Savior: Start counterattack, it’s time to fire CP!
As soon as Ron finished speaking, the ruins not far away started to move.
A oil-like substance gushes out from the ruins, adhering to the surrounding gravel and iron blocks, and covering the clock face of the corrupted machine.
In this way, a demonic body was reshaped.
He is seven meters tall, and his body length is several times that of his height.
With the ticking of the clock gears, the demon body like a rotten dragon staggered forward, and a suffocating rotten stench spread again.
That was Karama, the fifth favorite of the Plague Lord.
As the Emperor devoted all his energy to the invasion of Nurgle's Gardens, the favorite survived under Nurgle's protection and grew further with the help of divine grace.
"I will always exist, and Chaos will take on a new look and gain the power of rebirth!"
Kalama's hoarse voice came out.
He had just detected it, and the cursed person had left, and there was no scent of any sacred weapon nearby.
The second loser suddenly felt like he was okay again.
Now, he has become part of the corruption machine, supporting the final network of corruption.
As long as he can continue to corrode this place, kill more humans to absorb souls, and persist until the arrival of the Plague Ark and Kugas.
can save the situation.
In this way, the loss of Nurgle's loving father can be doubled.
Under the influence of Nurgle's darling, the Corruption Network showed signs of resurgence and began to corrupt the planet once again.
In the phantom of the void, the speed of the Plague Ark seems to have accelerated further, getting closer and closer.
Their approach makes the mortals on this planet involuntarily panic, which comes from mental pressure.
The filth on those plague arks is enough to turn into a putrid ocean and fill the entire planet!
Boom boom boom——
Artillery fire came from a distance, and the soldiers also launched an attack.
Alchemical cannons, bolt rounds, and psionic energy bombarded the demon's unnatural body, tearing at the putrid flesh, but the flesh quickly regenerated.
All physical attacks fell into the demon's body and disappeared like a stone dropped into water.
Not only that, he is absorbing the energy of the real world, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.
Karama shook his head, the foul-smelling hair fluttering around his head like tattered seaweed, and the lightning and flames of the think tanks were diverted to other directions.
The destructive energy was reflected to the surrounding area, destroying more heavy artillery and machinery.
He is getting closer to perfection, and the demonic body is still changing, just like the legendary dragon, growing old and dying under the influence of time, and then ushering in a new life.
Repeated over and over again.
This is Karama's confidence, some kind of immortal existence.
He was snickering: "You can't hurt me. I am the end of time, the final form of corruption, and I will live forever!"
Kalama lowered his ugly head to the ground, and suddenly blew out an unnatural wind. The wind was filled with debris of infected internal organs, maggots, and various filthy poisonous gases.
The filth corroded more areas, and even the armor of the warriors was damaged.
"Fear, I am the Dragon of Corruption, the Hunter of Filth, time dies here..."
He said: "What you have in front of you is the most powerful demon!"
The cathedral has become a battlefield of corruption. The poisonous mist carried by the unnatural wind has corroded the breathing apparatus of the armor, poured into the throat and invaded the internal organs.
The plague virus infected the Primaris Champions and Thunder Praetorians, causing them pain and a gradual loss of health.
"Why does that guy have so many lines, one after another, and he almost has more titles than me."
Ron complained, but his expression was quite serious, and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
According to the habits of this world, an existence with so many titles will definitely not be too weak. If you underestimate the enemy too much, you may capsize in the gutter.
He wielded the Emperor's Sword and split the unnatural wind, lest the virus affect him.
This is the weakness of the human body.
No matter how powerful you are, you will still be harmed by some things in the material world. If you are injured, you will bleed. If you inhale the virus, you will still be infected.
Just a while ago, I had breathed in a virus released by some damn Nurgle demon, and I had a cough, cold and fever.
Fortunately, there are therapeutic drugs, and it will be cured quickly.
"You guys retreat and get treatment. The regent and I will fight it."
Ron ordered the surrounding soldiers to retreat temporarily.
In this kind of big BOSS battle, there is no need to send elite troops to kill people, especially if there is no sacred weapon that can restrain the opponent.
If the two original bodies couldn't defeat that guy, sending these people up wouldn't be particularly effective.
What's more, he doesn't like to risk human lives like the Empire did to scrape away a tragic victory.
Of course, when the situation becomes difficult, the lives that should be filled will still have to be filled, but not now.
"Devil!"
Guilliman's voice boomed: "I am the Lord of Ultramar, the Light of the Imperium, I am the son of the Emperor, and he looks upon me now.
I will bring you down, not you bringing me down! ”
The imperial regent began the routine pre-war rhetoric. This was a necessary procedure. No matter what, the momentum must be stabilized.
Due to the existence of the Warp, this may affect combat effectiveness.
He roared and launched a charge, a metal storm erupted from the hand of dominion, and fragments of alchemical ammunition continued to strip away the demon's body.
The unnatural wind was unable to stop the primarch.
He is extremely experienced in combat, avoiding the sharp swipes of the demon's knuckles, and slashing the enemy's body multiple times with the legendary power sword.
The last blow cut off the opponent's ugly head.
However, Karama's momentum did not decrease at all, but instead became stronger.
His tail knocked the regent away, and the oil-like substance reassembled his body:
"Every death makes me stronger. At the end of time, no one will be stronger than me!"
At this time, Ron also ended his emergency strategic arrangements and suddenly jumped in front of the regent.
Blocked a blow for this brother.
He slid backwards under the heavy blow, plowing two deep furrows into the ground.
"Karama."
Ron stared at the demon with cold eyes: "You will die. You will die in the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, the Demon Eater, the Emperor's Favorite, the Chaos Predator, the Void Storm, the Second Sun, the Guardian of the Mechanical Goddess, and the Insect Swarm. The Destroyer, the Savior of Baal...under the sword of the Demon Slayer!”
He rattled off a lot of names in one breath, as if announcing the names of dishes, and his momentum continued to rise.
In the Galaxy, no one has more titles than him, and that's without revealing his vest.
As he spoke, the flames of the Emperor's Sword became more intense.
The golden flames wrapped the dark gold armor, transforming into a crown of light on Ron's head, and golden fire wings sprouted from behind, making it even more sacred.
And more of a deterrent.
The Prince Regent was a little confused when he saw this scene. This was the first time he had seen the Emperor's Sword in such a form and use.
Why doesn't it have such an effect when I use that sword?
Could it be that the Emperor's Sword, which he has used for so long, prefers his brother? Is this too biased? !
He was a little sad.
After Kalama saw the posture of the savior and the demon eater, his empty pupils suddenly shrank.
Although the previous Emperor's Sword could kill him, he could survive as long as he avoided the vital points and had a chance to kill the sword wielder.
But now, he felt the deadly danger.
"That's impossible!" he roared.
"Perhaps you should lower your fire and wake up..."
While Ron was speaking, a heavy rain containing purifying medicine covered the battlefield and sprinkled it.
The weather control device came to this airspace and released a large amount of purification agents.
The holy ashes bombs have been used up. Fortunately, he has other methods to deal with the plague, but they are not as direct and deadly as the holy ashes bombs.
With heavy rain.
The filth in the cathedral and its surroundings was slowly diluted, and the fetid swamp gradually turned into an ordinary quagmire.
The corruption brought about by Kalama the Second Lost One was weakened, and the network of corruption stopped spreading.
Those raindrops fell on Nurgle's beloved body, which was like a dragon of corruption, making it uncomfortable. It was obvious that the plague virus in his body was slowly dissolving.
Before he could react, a new attack came.
The Regent raised his hand of command, and alchemical bolters plowed through the side of the demon's body, rotting flesh exploding in the rain.
After that, he used the power sword to cut off a small section of the bone demon wing.
This temporarily limits the demon's movements.
"Now, you immortal dragon deserves to die!"
The golden fire wings behind Ron flapped, and he jumped over at an extremely fast speed, swinging several swords quickly.
He swung the sword in an unorganized manner, but still hit the demon's body accurately. Flames rushed out of the sword blade like a flag, cutting off more abominable parts.
Kalama howled, barely able to control her body.
He realized that the severed part of himself was as if his soul had been cut off, and had no ability to regenerate.
That cursed sword is so terrifying that not even the plague lord’s divine grace can protect it!
The closely coordinated attacks of the two primarchs left the darling of Nurgle without any breathing space, and he gradually fell into a state of defeat.
Ron swung the sword, and the flames surged out to form a perfect ring. The blade cut off the demon's forearm and cut off the entire left wing, followed by the right leg.
"You can't kill me!"
Karama screamed and tried to grow new limbs, but was unable to do so.
Those places burned by the flames seemed to be dead.
"You no longer have the power to choose."
Ron disrupted Kalama's offensive capabilities, causing him to fall to the ground struggling and dying.
Together with the regent, he suppressed Nurgle's favorite.
At this time, the Thunder Guards rushed forward and locked the demon with forbidden chains and collars.
That is the silent blockade device that has been developed by the Devil Research Institute for many years. From the beginning of the collar to now, it has been developed into the third generation.
Nurgle's fifth favorite was captured and completely sealed in the real universe.
"I cannot be killed, I am death!"
Kalama shouted. This guy no longer had the arrogance he had before, but he was still speaking harshly.
Ron didn't laugh too much. Who in this world doesn't have a tough mouth?
That's standard.
He stabbed Kalama with the Emperor's Sword, causing it to wail even more ferociously, ready to execute him at any time. But he didn't do that.
"Who said I was going to kill you?"
Ron cut off the connection between the demon body and the corrupted machine, and said calmly: "You will live forever, my researchers will like you very much, and you will be lucky enough to experience more types of sacred weapons..."
An immortal, Nurgle darling with extremely strong regenerative abilities. Wouldn't that be the most high-end and rare research material, a demon guinea pig?
Moreover, this guy has become one with the remains of the corrupted machine, and he has to study it.
At least there must be a way to extract the core of the corrupted machine.
After he sent the message to the great sage Maou of the Devil Research Institute, the guy was so happy that he was confused.
Because with such high-end materials, they can study more exciting projects.
After all, ordinary demons can't last long in experiments before they die.
The savior and demon eater did not hide his thoughts at all.
After Karama understood the information in his words and thoughts, he became even more panicked. The cruelty in the Demon Eater's laboratory was probably no better than being exposed to the weapons of the Cursed.
And they might use themselves to experiment with the weapons of the damned.
Thinking of this, the fifth favorite trembled all over and his eyes softened.
He looked at the savior: "Maybe, we still have..."
Ron has no interest in talking to:
"I refuse. You don't deserve any forgiveness. You will endure eternal torture and atone for the sins of the dead humans in the galaxy."
"You cruel executioner and butcher, you deserve to be cursed!"
Karama's hope was shattered, and he roared and cursed: "Just wait, Nurgle's army is coming, and the plague will flood the world..."
He babbled and cursed, trying to stall for time.
Because he is still alive, the Corruption Network retains a trace of contact, and the Plague Ark and Kugas are about to arrive.
The plague still has a chance to invade this place!
"You're waiting for reinforcements, right?"
Ron ruthlessly exposed this favorite of Nurgle: "It's a pity that you can't wait for reinforcements. They dare not arrive here, let alone confront the two primarchs."
What?
Karama looked up at the shadow in the sky in horror.
The Plague Ark closest to Yax suddenly drifted and turned its direction, and the other Plague Arks also turned around and left.
They gave up their plans to invade the world.
After Kugas on the Plague Ark saw the damage to the Corruption Network, the tragic situation of Kalama, and the approaching savior fleet, he was already pessimistic and immediately gave up on his teammates and ran away.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to have any thoughts about this planet.
This is why Ron is so confident.
He knew that the pessimistic guy Kugas would not forcefully attack after falling into a disadvantage, and his fleet also arrived in the nearby area.
Able to participate in another big battle.
The Thunder Guards poured several jars of ultra-concentrated purification potion into Karama.
These things cannot kill the demon, but they can purify the plague virus from his body and reduce its power.
After losing more and more plague viruses, Karama's size visibly shrank a lot and became weaker.
Afterwards, he was sealed in a large container with a stasis field and transported to a transport ship.
Along with it, there will be more wreckage of corrupted machines and a complete small corrupted machine, these things will be sent to the Black Abyss Star.
Let the great wizard and the black machine oil guys from the Demon Research Institute study carefully until they crack the corrupt network and find a way to enter the Garden of Nurgle.
"If it succeeds, it will be a historic breakthrough."
Guilliman didn't know where the containers containing daemons and abomination machines would be transported, but he was still full of expectations.
He realized how valuable that crack network technology was.
That involves not only the outcome of the plague war, but also the entire human race's war against chaos.
That technology could give humanity a way to invade the subspace.
Ron nodded:
"Yes, if we can completely crack that subspace technology, mankind will no longer be passively beaten, but will have a chance to fight back.
We can take the initiative to open a crack in the real universe and enter the realm of subspace. ”
For countless centuries, human beings have been in a situation of being passively beaten, unable to affect the realm of chaos, and there is no way to enter the realm of chaos on a large scale.
In this way, Chaos will have a rear area that is almost immune to attack and will always be invincible.
Nowadays, the forces of Nurgle have invaded the galaxy on a large scale with corrupted networks, which has also given humans the opportunity to reverse invade and obtain the Chaos Network technology that the Plague Lord has been brewing for thousands of years.
This is a rare opportunity.
Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for an empire that rejects subspace technology and black machine oil guys to obtain and crack that technology.
But Ron was different.
He formed a large-scale research team of black machine oil guys, with the assistance of the Goddess of Machinery, the Black Machine Queen, and the Thousand Sons Grand Wizard.
And there is also the full support of the special advisor, Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, who has provided too much dark forging knowledge in the secret library.
Today, Black Abyss Star’s dark casting technology reserves are not inferior to any place.
It can even help some powerful black machine oil guys to embark on the path of vicious skills, just like the original demon machine Vashtor.
Ron believed it.
They must be able to decipher the secrets of the Corrupted Network, giving themselves mastery of the technology that breaks the veil between the Warp and reality.
Of course, most humans cannot bear the chaotic energy of the subspace.
Even if he had this technology, he could only send the most elite warriors into the subspace, but that was a good start.
Perhaps, in the future, he can create armor that can resist the corrosion of subspace and more weapons to restrain subspace, and send a steady stream of human armies to subspace.
Let the existences of chaos also have a taste of being invaded.
Ron looked into the future and then retracted his thoughts. What was more important now was ending the plague war.
This will give them more time to develop.
He looked at the regent:
"We have defended the important node of Yax, and now it is time to fight back. Humanity needs to recover more eroded planets."
Guilliman's face was determined: "The Indomitable Expedition Fleet is ready to launch a counterattack at any time."
"Then let's set off and see you on the battlefield later."
Ron smiled warmly, and his various armies were also hungry and thirsty, especially the Dread Legion.
He and the regent divided their forces into two groups and launched an all-out counterattack against Nurgle's army to regain Ultramar and the nearby civilized worlds.
Then he went straight to the natural disaster stars and made the great moth Mortarion completely lose this war in the galaxy!
Ron turned around neatly and walked towards the shuttle.
But after walking a few steps, Lao Ji's resentful voice came from behind: "Ron..."
He turned around, and the other party's eyes were fixed on the Emperor's Sword at his waist, obviously wanting to take back this holy sword that symbolized the highest power of the empire.
The Regent and the Emperor's Sword are some kind of political symbols, and he must hold this sword to appear in more imperial territories.
"Oh, I almost picked it up."
Ron realized that he had forgotten to return the sword and was a little embarrassed.
He doesn't have much desire to possess this sword, because he rarely has the chance to use it.
Just think of it as a large toy.
Under normal circumstances, it is better to use the Emperor's Sword to risk close combat with the enemy than to use the Holy Ashes to clean the ground.
Ron handed the Emperor's Sword to the Regent in exchange for the legendary power sword "Glory".
Regent Guilliman once again grasped the Emperor's Sword, but felt something strange. The machine spirit in the sword seemed a little dissatisfied.
To be more precise, there was a hint of disgust.
? ? ?
This father's sword has only been in the hands of the savior for a short time, and he has begun to dislike his master?
"By the way, if I have time later, I will borrow this sword and scan it to see if I can research the technology in it."
Ron thought of something and said suddenly.
If such weapons could be copied or low-end versions produced in large quantities, human warriors would become terrifying beings to demons.
"No problem."
Guilliman graciously agreed, and felt satisfied with the Emperor's Sword Machine Spirit.
His heart ached a little.
After seeing off the savior, the imperial regent immediately ordered someone to fetch a complete set of maintenance equipment and the purest holy oil.
He will personally brush the sword with holy oil and take good care of it to appease the machine spirit in it...
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Dream number.
Sanctuary of the Redeemer, Miniature Garden.
The sun shines on the green grass, butterflies dance among the flowers, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
Ron was lying on a chair, basking in the warm artificial sun.
He flipped through the latest battle reports and saw that the various units were advancing at a pretty good pace and had already recovered several planets.
It was the filial son and the lord of flies, Typhus, who was quite annoying, wreaking havoc everywhere and trying to hinder his own progress.
It seems like we have to deal with him.
However, it is not very safe to fight with one's own body. It is easy to fall into Nurgle's trap. If that being suffers a loss, there is a high probability that he will come back with crazy revenge.
He plans to change into the Dark Prince vest to deal with the opponent, and he can also make a name for himself and absorb the faith of the dark side.
Ding——
Ron received a message from his deputy Taco, saying that he had arranged a plan and route to promote the Dark Prince with his vest.
He was going to follow the plan and let the savior and the dark prince stir up lifelong enemies and other CPs.
In this way, you can step on the left foot and the right foot to fish for faith.
Based on Taco's suggestion, he released a lot of news.
For example, the Savior vowed to kill the Dark Prince; the Savior issued a warning that the Dark Prince was extremely powerful and could only be dealt with by the original body; the Dark Prince was probably more terrifying than the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha!
That's right, while he was hyping up, he also stepped on Lao Ka's traffic.
Ron got up from his chair and walked outside.
He has to play an exhibition match with his vest, and the operation is quite complicated.
In the void, the Dream and the Heart of Fear, the flagship of the Legion of Fear, encountered each other unexpectedly, and the ship's artillery fire roared for a while.
Further away, the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha is coming here, vowing to chop off the head of the Dark Prince!
(End of chapter)