The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"You...not right!"

After coming into close contact with Soshyan, 'Slug' Lex was horrified to find that his strength was really rapidly weakening, and the blessing from his loving father was also disappearing. The fist that he didn't care about caused him an unhealable wound.

When he raised his head again, the flesh on his face almost peeled away, revealing the smashed skull.

Soshyan strode forward, the holy sword sang in the smelly air, Lex raised his scythe to try to parry, but he was too weak now, Soshyan directly slashed the weapon from his sword. The arm was chopped off, and the momentum of the chop was still unabated, and he chopped off his wrist covered with heavy armor, and cut off the forearm from the wrist.

"No! No! Great father, why—"

Amid Lex's wailing, Soshyan's second sword slashed deep into his neckguard and sank into his chest with the sound of broken metal.

"The great impure person will not..."

Lex said while staring at Soshyan in disbelief.

Soshyan just sneered, twisting his wrist up everything, and letting the long sword break away from the opponent's body.

The next moment, the head of the Chaos Lord rolled down and fell to Soshyan's feet, and the rotting body also fell like a withered sail, and fell to the floor wet.

Along with his death, the walking slugs also died.

Just when Soshyan thought he was victorious, he heard a hoof clatter.

At first it sounded like an old 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 of 100 meters.

Through the smoke, Soshyan could also 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 phantom in the smoke, and took a few steps back in fear.

If there's any warp that the Prophet doesn't want to encounter, there's only one—

The next moment, under Soshyan's solemn gaze, a great impure person from the corrupt garden of the evil **** Nurgle descended!

This is an extremely ugly and savage monster, the embodiment of the horror of the warp, with limbs like cloven hooves, antlers on the head, legs with goat-like joints, and a torso like a rotten mountain of meat, with scorched skin shining brightly , with disgusting foam and spit from its raised lips and muzzle, its fangs pulling back as it smiles, plump maggots dropping from between its teeth, brown stripes and threads mixed with dirt and The color of the spoiled cream is its main color, and the huge face is a pair of small yellow eyes squeezed by fat.

Around it, countless Nurgle demons praised, roared, and screamed—

The Great Unclean, also known as the Plague Lord, is the great demon of the **** of chaos, Nurgle, the father of corruption.

Because each of the archons is more or less a replica of Nurgle's deity, both physically and in personality, they all share a certain similarity with each other.

Every great unclean person always has a huge body, and is always accompanied by swelling and decay, disease and every kind of physical decay imaginable, and its skin is a necrotic epidermis, on which is covered with hemp Spots, ulcers and other nasty signs of decay.

The rotting innards of the Great Unclean spilled from the cracked skin and hung around their fat waists like rotten curtains, and from these organs burst forth tiny pustular creatures called nurglings, which chewed and sucked large The disgusting sap in the body of the impure person, such filth in a sense echoes the basic truth of the universe: when there is life, there is destruction and decay, and this law continues even to the end of all things.

In contrast to the terrifying appearance of the Great Unclean One, it is neither pathological nor hopeless - if the opposite is true.

Unlike bloodthirsty demons, who are always full of rage, the great unclean ones are always elated, always ebullient, whiny, but with a certain morbid ease in pursuit of their goals.

In fact, it is not uncommon for the great unclean to compete and argue with each other over the spread of Nurgle's plagues and blessings to the world. Seeing them as treasures, even calling them their own children, they were paternally proud of the achievements of their fellow men, loudly proclaiming the splendid achievements of those around them who had been infected by the plague, and scolding them for what was done in the name of Nurgle. The destruction let out a heartfelt laugh.

When a great unclean person speaks to those ravaged by his disease, he is immediately reminiscent of exhorting in the manner of a great leader, instructing his rotting servants with a paternal indulgence, with His ugly appearance was out of place.

However, just as this love for Nurgle's creations brings great joy to the Great Unclean, it is filled with rage when those other petty Chaos fiends try to thwart Nurgle's grand plans.

The anger, which initially manifested as a thunderous, adjective-laden speech, denounced those who questioned Nurgle's wishes, quickly turned into Cruel, even joyous, acts of violence.

When a great unclean one goes into battle it is a mighty being, it roars over the battlefield with loud tones of unbridled joy, overflowing with a joy of fulfillment, pausing only to unleash his monstrous magic Display Nurgle's blessing on the target.

While the Great Unclean One can become unwieldy due to its massive size, advancing extremely slowly towards the enemy, once it reaches its goal, it is nearly unstoppable.

Any foe foolish enough to stand in the way of Nurgle's path will soon discover the great power hidden in the lord's fat body, whether the plague lord strikes with a venom-drenched iron sword or a plague-stricken flail. The enemy was irrelevant, for the result was the same—the enemy became an indescribable mass of blood and bone already filled with the best festering plague in Nurgle's hands.

"...Who is humbly begging us."

The sound of the huge demon was like a boiling quagmire, and then the small eyes on the ugly big face rolled around very vividly, and soon noticed Soshyan on the ground - the corpse in front of him.

"Ouch."

The Great Unclean One stretched out his fat arm, and Soshyan stepped back vigilantly, but the opponent's target was not him.

The Great Demon picked up Lex's remnant from the ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and put it in his hands. The ecology seemed like a curious young child looking at an injured animal.

"We have known your sad wishes..."

After all, he stuffed Lex's body into his mouth.

"...May you return to the cauldron of the loving father."

After devouring Lex's body, the Great Unclean One's eyes were focused on Soshyan this time.

I saw it grinning, exhaling a cloud of green mist with flies flying from its mouth, and hissing:

"Your name has been spread in the warp."

Soshyan stared coldly at the demon, then put the sword back in its sheath.

At the same time, Yazdan stepped forward, holding the ancient divine weapon - Fen Tian in both hands.

Soshyan took the Primarch's weapon, drew an arc in front of him, and then pointed the halberd at the Great Unclean One.

"Let me see how long Nurgle's lackeys will last compared to Khorne!"