After getting close to Soshiyan, the "slut servant" Lex found in horror that his power was really weakening rapidly, and the blessing from the kind father was also disappearing. The fist that he didn't have to care about caused him to be in healed wounds.
When he raised his head again, the flesh and blood on his face almost peeled off, and the cracked skull leaked out.
Soshiyang was stroking forward, and the Holy Flame Sword sang in the smelly air. Lex raised his war sickle to try to parry, but he was too weak now. Soshiyang cut off the weapon from his arm with one sword, and the momentum of chopping was still undiminished. He split his wrist covering his heavy armor and cut his forearms from his wrist.
"No! No! Great Father, why-"
Amid the wailing sound of Lex, Soshiyang's second sword slashed deeply into his neck and penetrated into his chest with the sound of breaking metal.
"Those who are impurities won't..."
Lex was chanting, staring at Soshiyan with an incredible gaze.
Soshiyang just sneered, twisted his wrist and went upwards, allowing the sword to escape from the other party's body.
The next moment, the head of the Chaos Lord rolled and fell to Soshiyang's feet, and the rotten body fell like a withered sail, falling wet on the floor.
With his death, the zombies also died.
Just when Soshiyan thought he was victorious, he heard a hoof sound.
At first it sounded like a sound made by an ancient cavalry.
Then he confirmed that it was a real hoof!
What Soshiyang was most worried about happened. The huge pustule broke and thick green smoke poured out from it, covering the surrounding space of a hundred meters.
Through the smoke, Soshiyang could also hear the sound of huge hooves trampling on the mud.
Then, a huge antler appeared and hung high above everyone's heads in the smoke.
"Oh, damn-"
Talos looked at the rapidly expanding phantom in the smoke and took a few steps back with fear.
If you want to say that there is a subspace that the prophets don't want to encounter the least, then there is only one-
The next moment, under Soshiyang's solemn gaze, a great impure person from the corrupt garden of the evil god Nurgre came!
This is an extremely ugly and barbaric monster, the manifestation of the terror of the subspace. Its limbs are like antlers, its legs have goat-like joints, its torso is like a rotten meat mountain, its burnt skin is shining, its raised lips and mouth and nose are filled with disgusting foam and saliva. When it smiles, it pulls backwards, and fat maggots fall from the teeth. The brown stripes and thread-like mixed with soil and spoiled cream are its main color, and its huge face is a pair of dim yellow eyes squeezed by fat meat.
Around it, countless nervous demons praised, roared, and screamed—
The Great Impure, also known as the Plague Lord, is the great demon under the evil god of Chaos and the corruption father Nurgo.
Because each great demon is more or less a copy of Nurgur's original deity, both physically and individually, they have certain similarities with each other.
Every great impurity always has a huge body, and is always accompanied by expansion and decay, disease and various imaginable physical decay. Its skin is a necrotic epidermis, covered with pockmarks, ulcers and other annoying signs of decay.
The decayed internal organs of the Great Impure overflowed from the broken skin, hanging around their fat waists like decaying curtains, bursting out from these organs a tiny pustule creature called the Nurgolin, chewing and sucking the disgusting juice in the Great Impure. Such filth echoes the basic truth of the universe in a sense: when there is life, there will be destruction and decay, and this law will even last until the end of everything.
In contrast to the terrible appearance of the Great Impurity, it is neither pathological nor despair—if the opposite of things is true.
Unlike the bloodthirsty maniacs who are always full of anger, the impurities are always cheerful and enthusiastic when pursuing their goals. Although they like to complain, they are full of some pathological ease.
In fact, it is not uncommon for the great impurities to compete and argue with each other on the issue of spreading the plague and blessings of Nurgre to the world. The great impurities prefer socializing and even feel sentimental. The great impurities also regard their followers as treasures and even call them their children. They feel fatherly pride at the achievements of their fellow citizens, loudly promote the brilliant achievements of infected epidemics shown by those around them, and give heartfelt laughs at the damage caused in the name of Nurgre.
When a great impurity speaks to people who are damned by his disease, he immediately reminds him of being exhorted in a great leader, guiding his decayed servant with a fatherly indulgence, incompatible with his ugly appearance.
However, just as this love for Nurgre creation brings great joy to the Great Impures, it is filled with anger when other petty chaotic demon enemies try to hinder Nurgre's grand plans.
This anger initially manifests itself as a thunderous, adjective-filled speech that condemns those who question Nurg's will, but if those enemies are not intimidated by words, the anger will soon turn into cruel, even joyful acts of violence.
When a great unclean enters the battle it will be a powerful being, and it will whistle indulge in the battlefield with loud tones, and is filled with a joy of fulfilling the priesthood, stopping only to release his terrible magic to show Nurgre blessings to the target.
Although the impurity will become bulky due to its huge body and advance towards the enemy at an extremely slow speed, once it reaches its goal, it is almost unstoppable.
Any enemy who is so stupid that he blocks the path of Nurgre Demon will soon discover the huge power hidden under the obese body of the Great Demon. It doesn't matter whether the Plague Lord hits the enemy with an iron sword dripping with a flail tortured by the plague, because the result is the same - the enemy has become an indescribable pool of blood and bones, which is already filled with the best ulcer plague in Nurgre's hands.
"...Who is praying for us humbly."
The sound of the huge demon was like a boiling mud, and then the small eyes on the ugly big face rolled around vividly, and soon noticed Soshiyang on the ground - the corpse in front of him.
"Ouch."
The unclean person stretched out his fat arms and Soshiyang retreated vigilantly, but the other party's target was not him.
The great demon picked up Lex's body from the ground and placed it in his hand. Its ecology seemed to be a curious young child looking at a injured animal.
"We already know your sorrowful wish..."
After saying that, he stuffed Lex's body into his mouth.
"... May you return to the crucible of the Father."
After devouring Lex's body, the big impurity's eyes focused on Soshiyang this time.
I saw it grin and exhaled a green mist with flying flies out of its mouth, hissing:
"Your name has been spread in the subspace."
Soshyang stared at the demon coldly, then inserted the sword back into the sheath.
At the same time, Yazdan walked forward and held the ancient divine weapon in both hands - Burning Tian.
Soshiyan took the weapon of the Primarch, drew an arc in front of him, and then pointed the halberd at the Great Impure.
"Let me see how long Nurg's lackey can last compared to terror!"