Chapter 1097 The Great Unclean One
“There’s something wrong with you!”
After close contact with Soshyan, ‘Slug’ Lex was horrified to find that his power was really weakening rapidly. The blessings from his father were also disappearing, and the fists that he didn't care about originally caused wounds that could not be healed.
When he raised his head again, the flesh and blood on his face was almost peeled off, revealing the cracked skull.
Soshiyang was striding forward. The Holy Sword sang loudly in the smelly air. Lex raised his scythe and tried to parry, but he was too weak now. Soshiyang directly The sword cut the weapon off his arm, and the momentum of the cut continued unabated, splitting open his heavily armored wrist, and severing all of his forearms from the wrist.
"No! Can't! Great loving father, why-"
Amid Lex's wailing, Soshyan's second sword cut deeply into his neck guard, where the metal broke. The sound sank into his chest.
"The Great Unclean One will not..."
Lex read as he stared at Soshyan with disbelief.
Soshiyang just sneered, twisted his wrist upwards, and let the sword break away from the opponent's body.
The next moment, the Chaos Lord's head rolled down and fell to Soshyan's feet, and the rotting body also fell like a withered sail, falling wetly to the floor.
With his death, the zombie slugs also died one after another.
Just when Soshyan thought he had won, he heard the sound of hoofbeats.
At first it sounded like an ancient cavalry sound.
Then he confirmed that it was a real hoof!
What Soshyan was most worried about happened. The huge pustule burst, and thick green smoke poured out from it, covering the surrounding space for a hundred meters.
Through the smoke, Soshyan could also hear the sound of huge hooves trampling the mud.
Subsequently, a huge antler loomed in the smoke, hanging high above everyone's heads.
“Oh, damn——”
Talos looked at the rapidly expanding shadow in the smoke and took a few steps back in fear.
If there is any subspace that the prophet least wants to encounter, then there is only one -
The next moment, under Soshyan's solemn gaze, a big beast from the corrupt garden of the evil god Nurgle appeared. The Pure One has arrived!
This is an extremely ugly and savage monster, the embodiment of the horror of subspace. Its limbs are like cloven hooves, its head is antlers, its legs have goat-like joints, and its torso is like a mountain of rotting meat. The burnt skin glistened, and disgusting foam and saliva flowed from the raised lips and muzzle. When it smiled, its fangs pulled back, and fat maggots with brown stripes and whorls fell from the gaps between the teeth. Its main color is a shape-like color mixed with mud and spoiled cream. On its huge face is a pair of small, dim yellow eyes squeezed by fat.
Around it, countless Nurgle demons praised, roared, and screamed——
The Great Unclean One, also known as the Plague Lord, is the evil god of Chaos and the father of corruption. Nurgle's great demon.
Because each archdemon is more or less a copy of Nurgle himself, both physically and in personality, they all bear a certain resemblance to each other.
Every Great Unclean One always has a huge body, which is always accompanied by swelling and decay, disease and all kinds of imaginable physical decay. Its skin is a piece of necrotic epidermis. This is covered with pitting, ulcers and other nasty signs of decay.
The rotten entrails of the Great Unclean One spilled out of the cracked skin and hung like rotten curtains around the fleshy waist. From these organs burst out tiny pustular creatures called Nurglings. , they chew and suck the disgusting juices in the bodies of the Great Unclean Ones. This kind of filthiness echoes the basic truth of the universe in a sense: when there is life, there will be destruction and decay, and this law will continue even to the present day. The end of all things. In contrast to the terrifying appearance of the Great Unclean One, there is neither pathology nor despair—if the opposite is true.
Unlike the bloodthirsty maniacs who are always full of anger, the Great Unclean Ones are always cheerful and always enthusiastic in pursuing their goals, although they are whiny but full of enthusiasm. A certain morbid sense of relief.
In fact, it is not uncommon for the Great Unclean Ones to compete and argue with each other over spreading Nurgle's plagues and blessings throughout the world. The Great Unclean Ones are more social and even sentimental. The Great Unclean Ones also send their followers to Treating them like treasures, even calling them their own children, they take a deep fatherly pride in the achievements of their compatriots, loudly proclaim the glorious achievements of those around them who have been infected by the disease, and express their gratitude for those caused in the name of Nurgle. of destruction burst into hearty laughter.
When a Great Unclean One addresses those ravaged by his disease, he is immediately remembered as exhorting in the manner of a great leader, instructing with a fatherly indulgence. His rotten servants are incompatible with his ugly appearance.
However, just as this love for Nurgle's creations brought great joy to the Great Unclean One, it was filled with joy when the other petty Daemon enemies of Chaos tried to thwart Nurgle's grand plans. anger.
This wrath initially manifests itself in a thundering, adjective-laden speech condemning those who question Nurgle's will, but if those enemies are not intimidated by the language, this wrath This can quickly devolve into brutal, even gleeful violence.
When a Great Unclean One enters battle it is a powerful being, roaring its loud tones across the battlefield with unbridled joy, overflowing with the joy of fulfilling a priesthood, pausing just to release His terrible magic is used to bring Nurgle's blessing to its targets.
While the Great Unclean One is unwieldy due to its massive size and advances toward its enemies extremely slowly, once it reaches its target it is nearly unstoppable.
Any enemy foolish enough to stand in the way of Nurgle Demon will soon discover the huge power hidden under the demon's fat body. Does the Plague Lord use an iron sword dripping with poison or a tortured weapon? It does not matter that the flails of plague torture strike the enemy, for the result is the same - the enemy is reduced to an unspeakable puddle of blood and bone, filled with the best of the festering plague at Nurgle's hand.
"Who is begging me humblely?"
The sound made by the huge demon was like a boiling quagmire, and then the small eyes on the ugly face became very vivid. He started spinning around and soon noticed Soshyan on the ground - the body in front of him.
“Ouch.”
The Great Unclean One stretched out his plump arm, and Soshyan stepped back warily, but his target was not him.
The demon picked up Lex's body from the ground and put it in his hands, acting like a curious child looking at an injured animal.
"Your sad wish is known to us"
After that, he stuffed Lex's body into his mouth.
".May you return to the crucible of your loving father."
After devouring Lex's body, the Great Unclean One's eyes this time focused on Soshyan.
I saw it grinning, exhaling a green mist with flies flying from its mouth, and hissed:
"Your name has been spread in the subspace."
Soshyan stared at the demon coldly, and then put the sword back into its sheath.
At the same time, Yazdan stepped forward, holding the ancient magic weapon Fentian in both hands.
Soshyan took the weapon of the original body, drew an arc in front of him, and then pointed the halberd at the Great Unclean One.
"Let's see how long Nurgle's lackeys can last compared to Khorne's!"
(End of Chapter)