"Let me see how many pounds more than Nurg's lackeys are!"
When I saw the Burning Heaven, the body of the impurity shook slightly, and then the smile on my face disappeared.
"What a chore..."
With a grumble, it then moved its huge body like a mountain of flesh, waving its flail as big as a Rand speed attack boat toward Soshyan.
At the same time, the bells rang on the battlefield, and a large number of Nurgle demons followed their lords and launched an attack.
This would be an extremely painful and cruel battle, not only for the Astral Knights, but also for mortals, including nuns.
The noise of those vicious enemies, heresy, madman and demons came from the smoke and shadows with hatred, and Villets' heart was now burning with anger, and-
Worry.
She saw Soshiyang rushing towards the great demon.
Alone-
This made her heart almost tightly hold.
"We will suffer a lot here, sisters!"
There was a glow in Villets' beautiful eyes.
"But we should not mourn and weep for pain! We should be inspired by pain, and where there is pain, life will be there! Spirit, flame, and everything He has created for us will be there! Where pain exists, is where we fight bravely with all the strength He has given us, until the moment when we join Him forever glory!"
The Grand Nun raised her sword.
"Fight! Take the pain! Persist until the last moment!"
The nuns shouted together, and the enemy was already close.
They were hundreds of plague messengers, Nurgle spirits and Nurgle beasts, all with their big mouths open, without a fixed change, as if they were laughing endlessly, while their green skin was rolling with herpes and pustules.
Among them, the Plague Messenger, as the main force of the Nurgle Legion, is the second most demon on the entire battlefield except Nurgle Spirit.
Accompanied by the poisonous fog, the plague messengers slowly advanced with heavy steps, their bodies were broken and twisted due to disease, and a large hole was torn out of their swollen abdomen, and the intestines dripping from it were shining. On the head with a one-horned horned that had been infected by dirt was a haggard face with suffering, and a wet one-eyed stare in front of it.
Driven by the power of decay, the tall and slightly clumsy limbs of the Plague Messenger could make him advance with an amazing speed. They held a rusty weapon in their hands, the Plague Sword, and with just one wound, it could cause any powerful warrior to fall.
Because there is no pain, the plague messengers will bring their enemies into an endless war of attrition with incomparable passion, in which only the servants of the corrupt Lord will become the ultimate winner.
It is said that the birth of the plague messenger comes from the energy of mortals who died due to the plague. The souls of those infected with the plague will be gradually sucked into the Nurgle Garden and become a pod growing on the branches of gloomy trees and forming tumor-like seeds.
Each pod will swell and mature as the Soul-Eating Plague corrodes its material world host. The fertile plague messenger will absorb the energy of the victim. When the fertile plague messenger gradually matures, the pod will become a pustule containing dirt and emit a disgusting odor. After it is fully mature, the pod will fall to the ground. At this time, the plague messenger will tear the pod's leather-like outer skin and drill out of it.
“In His Name!”
The nuns responded to Villets together, standing before the enemy's tide.
Villets raised the Seiko explosive pistol in his hand and shot at the group of plague messengers. The sacred bullet hit one of them and detonated it in a burst of flames.
The demon's flesh and blood exploded with a shiny ashes, and the entire upper body of the plague messenger was blown away, but the laughter seemed to be louder.
Then Villet turned around and opened fire at another plague messenger who was slashing down the jihadists. A large amount of pus splashed on the face of the person on the ground, burning and stinking. The man screamed and covered his melted face, rolling on the ground, and was soon flooded by the Nurgle Spirit.
But even so, Villets still fired at them again and again, and the blaster jumped in his hands until the magazine made a clicking sound.
Several Nurgle demons were broken up and driven out by bombs, but more monsters were killed by the automatic cannons and flamethrowers of the Rhino personnel carrier.
The nuns burned a clearing with flames.
"Purify these filth!"
Villetz exited the used magazine from the blaster and replaced the new magazine.
During the wave of battle, every nun stayed at his post, some roared with flamethrowers to shoot out pure purified flames, dispelling the fear of demons, and some were reciting scriptures loudly, firing explosive guns, and exiling them before the enemy could get close.
But only one person dared to fight in close combat.
Kalima Seid Orsson, wielding her rune power sword, swung the spinning blade at a speed that was too fast to see clearly.
Her armor was covered with stars-like ash, like a ray of light in the darkness, opening up a path in the battle and driving out the demons on both sides.
Every move of the nun was extremely perfect, every attack was accurate and fatal, and the enemy's dirty blood could not even splash her.
Even Villets has repeatedly admitted that if we only talk about swordsmanship, it is not just the Ebony Holy Grail Cultivation Order, but I am afraid that the entire combat nun Society will rarely have any rivals.
“He is with us!”
But just after the sentence ended, a huge dark thing started to move in the smoke.
It was laughing, like those plague messengers, but Villets felt a strange chill wrapped around himself like a shroud.
She looked up and saw an object flying out of the smoke.
This thing is not composed of flesh and blood, but a manifestation of pure evil. It is a terrifying whole from subspace, a madness and cruel combination of all human beings.
Four pairs of rotten, thin and huge wings vibrated in the air, stirring up a smoke-filled flying insect. Its thick upper body was covered with ink-green carapace, the huge compound eyes of the elder with a fly-like head, the slender four legs had sharp claws, and were rubbing against each other strangely. There was also a pair of sharp forelimbs on its torso, while its lower body was festering and bloated.
Behind it was riding a laughing plague messenger, holding a hook-shaped sword full of pus and herpes in one of its rough hands, and holding a staff tightly on the other hand, with an evil emblem of three rings on it.
Its voice gathers the suffering of the whole world, and when it appears, it emits the smell of a morgue. The mere existence makes Villets' heart and soul sting.