After coming into close contact with Soshyan, 'Slug' Lex was horrified to find that his strength was rapidly weakening, and the blessings from his loving father were also disappearing. The fists he originally ignored 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 his cracked skull.
Soshyan was striding forward. The Holy Sword sang loudly in the smelly air. Lex raised his sickle and tried to parry. However, he was too weak now. Soshyan directly removed the weapon from his sword.
He chopped off his arm, and the momentum of the chop continued unabated. He also split open his heavily armored wrist, and cut off all his forearms from the wrist.
"No! No! Great loving father, why-"
Amidst Lex's wails, Soshyan's second sword cut deeply into his neck guard, and sank into his chest with the sound of metal breaking.
"The Great Unclean One will not..."
As Lex read, he stared at Soshyan with disbelief.
Soshyan 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 hear the sound of huge hooves trampling the mud.
Then, 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 great unclean person from the corrupt garden of the evil god Nurgle arrived!
This is an extremely ugly and brutal monster, the embodiment of the horror of subspace. Its limbs are like cloven hooves, its head is antlers, its legs have goat-like joints, its torso is like a mountain of rotting meat, and its burnt skin is shining.
, disgusting foam and saliva flowed from its raised lips and muzzle. When it smiled, its fangs pulled back, and plump maggots fell from the gaps between the teeth. Brown stripes and whorls were mixed with mud and
The color of spoiled cream is its main color, and its huge face is a pair of small 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 a great demon under the evil god of Chaos and Nurgle, the father of corruption.
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 person always has a huge body, and is always accompanied by swelling and decay, disease and all kinds of imaginable physical decay. Its skin is a necrotic epidermis, covered with hemp.
Spots, ulcers and other nasty signs of decay.
The rotten entrails of the Great Unclean One spilled out of the cracked skin and hung like decaying curtains around the fleshy loins. From these organs burst forth tiny pustular creatures called Nurglings that chewed and sucked the
The disgusting juices in the unclean body, such filth, in a sense, echo the basic truth of the universe: when there is life, there will be destruction and decay, and this law will continue even until the end of all things.
In contrast to the terrifying appearance of the Great Unclean One, it is neither sick nor hopeless - if the opposite is true.
Unlike the bloodthirsties, who are always full of rage, the Great Unclean Ones are always cheerful, always enthusiastic, and although grouchy, they are filled with a kind of pathological ease in pursuing their goals.
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 One is more social and can even be sentimental. The Great Unclean One also brings his followers with him.
Treated as treasures by those around them, even calling them their own children, they took a deep fatherly pride in the achievements of their compatriots, loudly proclaimed the brilliant achievements of those around them who had been infected by the disease, and expressed disdain for those caused in the name of Nurgle.
The destruction burst into heartfelt laughter.
When a Great Unclean One addresses those ravaged by his disease, he is immediately thought to be admonishing in the manner of a great leader, directing his rotten minions with a paternal indulgence, and with
His ugly appearance was out of place.
However, just as this love for Nurgle's creatures brings great joy to the Great Unclean One, it is filled with rage when other petty Daemon enemies of Chaos attempt to thwart Nurgle's grand plans.
This rage initially manifests itself as a thunderous, adjective-filled speech condemning those who question Nurgle's will, but can quickly evolve into
Brutal, even gleeful violence.
When a Great Unclean One enters battle he is a powerful being, roaring his loud tones across the battlefield with unbridled joy, filled with the joy of a priesthood, pausing only to unleash his terrible magic.
Reveals Nurgle's Blessing to the target.
Although the Great Unclean One is unwieldy due to its size and moves extremely slowly towards its enemies, once it reaches its target it is nearly unstoppable.
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It doesn't matter whether you strike the enemy with an iron sword dripping with venom or with a plague-torn flail, because the result is the same - the enemy is reduced to an unspeakable puddle of blood and bones, already filled with the worst of Nurgle's hand.
The good festering plague.
"...Who is humbly praying to us?"
The sound made by the huge demon was like a boiling quagmire, and then the small eyes on the ugly face began to rotate very vividly, and he soon noticed Soshiyang on the ground - the corpse in front of him.
"Ouch."
The Great Unclean One stretched out his fat arm, and Soshiyang stepped back warily, but his target was not him.
The demon picked up Lex's broken body from the ground and put it in his hands, looking like a curious child looking at an injured animal.
"We already know your sorrow..."
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 focused on Soshyan this time.
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-Fengtian 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 minions can last compared to Khorne's!"