Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Chapter 797 6 missing 1

"My dear father..." Ge Guluo wiped the sweat from his face, and then took out a lotus-shaped object from his creaking nest that exuded a sour smell.

With heartache and anger, Ge Guluo smashed the lotus pod on the body of a plague zombie. Many black fine eggs flew out from the broken lotus pod. They took root in the body of the plague zombie, and soon a stream of There are swarms of poisonous insects and flies.

These poisonous insect flies did not swarm towards the Space Wolves and Battle Sisters in a hurry, but wrapped tightly around the seven pillars of the brewing pond. Their regular flight combined with the seven flapping sounds of their wings made the calm brewing pond ripple.

The scene in the brewing pond is changing rapidly. What is shown in front of everyone is no longer Nurgle's garden, but a rusty iron corridor covered with mold. The electric lights have lost their effectiveness, and only unknown insects use their bellies to dispel the darkness.

Ge Guluo was the first to jump into the brewing pond, and then the brewing pond began to boil. Water bubbles and steam surged around Ge Guluo's armor. He called for his brothers to come closer to him, and then pushed the reflected warrior buried at the bottom of the brewing pond. Once awake.

Reflection Warrior, this is what the Space Wolves call them. According to the instruction manual they obtained from the Dark Technology Priests, this thing is called a Degenerate Body.

Pale humanoid warriors walked up step by step, holding weapons made from the Annihilator virus. Even though they walked out of the filthy place of Brew Pond, there were no signs of Nurgle's corrosion on their bodies.

More than five hundred degraded bodies stepped forward stiffly and neatly. They all raised their weapons and attacked the Space Wolves and Battle Sisters moving on the battlefield.

Finding a bunker in the swamp was a luxury, and the firepower net created by the degraded body instantly suppressed the Space Wolves' advance.

Dozens of explosive bombs shook Kaiser White Fang's Wolf Amulet, and the last plasma ball cast created a dazzling flash in the energy field created by the Wolf Amulet. This rare equipment that had been blessed and maintained was only temporarily Loss of effectiveness.

The injuries of the Battle Sisters were even more serious. Their armor was not as thick as that of the Space Marines, and their reaction capabilities could not be compared. Several Battle Sisters were torn to pieces by the dense rain of bullets on the spot, and many more had their limbs shattered. Death is inevitable even under the influence of pain and disease.

Wodehouse found that the Plague Marines did not continue to attack by taking advantage of the huge advantage provided by the degenerate body, but retreated angrily and dissatisfied, as if the help of the degenerate body was a great humiliation to them.

This is really strange.

Wodehouse was going to share this subtle discovery with his brother later. He once again channeled the dirty subspace energy and relied on the reshaping power of the life potion to perform grand spells that no think tank dared to perform.

The crackling psychic flashes are sometimes cold and sometimes dark green, and the power of chaos is being continuously transformed by Wodehouse into pure power that can be used.

Judge Weisi on the side had no expression on her face. She had witnessed too many heretical acts beside Wodehouse, but she understood that Wodehouse's resistance to chaos had been honed to an incredible level by Lin Fan. To the extent that if other Inquisitors had acted together with Wodehouse, they would have blown his head off with a bolter as soon as Wodehouse's psychic powers showed any signs of filth.

The power of Nurgle mobilized was so huge that the Plague Marines who were dissatisfied and confused by Geduluo's retreat order could also feel the extreme transformation of their father's power. The eyes under their helmets widened in shock. After thousands of them, Or maybe no psyker had ever been able to do that in hundreds of years of living memory.

Geguluo also smiled bitterly. Only a loving father can know why Wodehouse has not been corrupted and mutated.

He looked at Wodehouse, his eyes full of hope.

He was chosen in this way at the beginning, and his brain soaked in the turbid liquid could still clearly remember everything before he was blessed.

He was born in a small village, and his life was so quiet and peaceful. His six brothers, sisters, and parents took good care of him, the youngest child.

Later, a plague broke out in the village, and the rotten stench from the morgue floated out of the cemetery and enveloped the entire village. The smell was everywhere, making even the living smell like the dead.

The emperor enshrined in the wooden church turned a blind eye to their pleas, and even the scavenging birds, which were not picky eaters, stayed away from their village.

The villagers were all sick, and no matter how handsome their faces were, they could not escape the fate of being covered in bruises.

At that time, Geguluo was just a child, the only healthy person in a village where people died all the time. He struggled to hoe the solid land, working hard for his hungry belly and his six sick brothers and sisters. His parents had already died of the plague, and the two grave bags in the cemetery were dug out by Geguluo.

People said that Ge Guluo was protected by the emperor, so he was not tortured by illness, but the emperor's protection could not protect people from hunger. Even if Ge Guluo did not die of illness, he would eventually starve to death.

On this desperate day, three harsh, rhythmless gongs sounded from the village.

Seven days later, three more gongs were heard from outside the village, along with a suffocating fog like a disease cloud and six ancient warriors.

As the only one who could move normally, Geguluo was also the first villager to see the ancient warriors. He looked at the terrible illnesses on the six warriors in horror. Even the dead in the village would not show such symptoms. Tragic situation.

One of the warriors nodded to Geguluo. His moss-covered face opened, revealing his yellowed and rough teeth. His tongue seemed to be completely submerged by the flies that were feeding on it, and he made a confused buzzing sound when he spoke. .

"Son, you have been chosen by your loving father."

Geguluo turned around and ran away, hiding in the cellar of his home, weeping among the rotten vegetables.

"O people of the loving father! You once called for salvation, and now we have answered!" The voice slowly flowed from the throat resounded throughout the village, and both the living and the dead were listening to the words of these warriors.

“We give generously with blessings, but we also ask for a little something in return.”

"Then what's the reward?" the villager asked weakly.

The samurai looked at the village chief with a pair of wet eyes, looking as if he had just shed tears. The eyes behind the mucus have yellow whites and dark red blood vessels. His gray teeth touched together softly, making a squeaking sound like rubber friction.

"We want that child! The child who is not infected by the plague!"

"Are you going to kill him?" the villagers asked, but it was just a question.