Chapter 796 I Am Still Better
At this time, two seconds had passed, and the spell turbulence attached to the ball of filth was already raging across the entire battlefield, attacking the living indiscriminately.
From the further changes in the Plague Warrior's body, Wodehouse can determine how many complex and mysterious spells the Ball of Filth consists of.
Pah!
A disgusting explosion came from the body of a battle nun. Her armor was hit by an explosive bomb passed down from ancient times. Even after so many years, the explosive bomb can still work stably.
All the breath emitted by the ball of filth poured into the gaps in the armor. These unfiltered poisons polluted a nun's body. Large ulcers twisted the nun's limbs, making her strong muscles like those she had trained to possess. It shrank like a deflated balloon.
But the gift of the ball of filth was far more than that. Wodehouse also saw shiny boils growing on the nun's skin, which further cracked the fragile skin, and bursts of pain forced the nun to lie on the filthy ground unable to get up. .
Pustules filled with pus, a happy smiling face made of green fungi, bleeding eyes, swollen tongue, bloated internal organs, and a large number of maggots spurting out of the nun's mouth.
It was so terrible. The devil who made the deal with Gedro was so generous that Wodehouse couldn't believe it.
With compassion, Wodehouse cast a bolt of lightning on the chaotic battlefield to give the nun the peace of death. Then he began to search for the core of Nurgle's spell, and used his own power to combine the veins that were mixed together like slime. Pull away.
This process polluted Wodehouse's soul, but it was not the first time he was polluted. He skillfully released all the pollution in his soul on his body.
Just like the nun, ulcers, boils, and pustules all appeared on the modified and strengthened body. Even if Wodehouse's soul was pure and innocent, his body would eventually collapse into a twisted chaotic egg, and then his soul would be imprisoned in There is no liberation in the body.
But the blood bottle preserved by Bennett came into play at this time, and the vigorous life force powerfully washed away Wodehouse's disease-ridden body, reshaping the decayed parts of his body again and again.
Wodehouse peeled off ulcers, peeled off boils, peeled off suppurations.
The removal of a spell means that there is one less disease wandering the battlefield, and the ball of filth becomes much lighter and clearer.
A confused and surprised murmur came from Gokuro's throat. He stared at the ball of filth shrinking with wide eyes. Looking at Wodehouse's safety, he felt that his world view collapsed.
why? Why is there nothing wrong with him?
Or is it that the wolf priest in the distance is just holding on? The body beneath his armor had already collapsed and oozed pus, and he was only relying on one breath to maintain his consciousness.
Another spell was lifted, which made Geguluo's body tremble unnaturally.
He sensed clearly that this was the spell 'revealing inner beauty' that had been lifted. Although this spell could cause objects and creatures to age quickly, it needed to be touched to take effect.
However, Wodehouse's soul-stripping spell was a form of contact that was far more intimate than physical contact, but Geguluo did not see any sign of the spell taking effect on him.
Objects become brittle, quality deteriorates, the body becomes weak and exhausted.
"Why can he be fine?" Geguluo asked in surprise, and the Great Demon Nurgle who signed the contract with him also expressed the same doubts.
As the last spell was lifted, Wodehouse continued to stare at Geduluo with calm eyes.
"Your spells are nothing more than that. It seems that the power of destruction has not made you fat pigs stronger, traitors."
"You! How dare you!" Ge Guluo stared at his cloudy and yellow eyes, but his brain soaked in pus was moving very clearly.
This operation has hit a snag. No matter who the wolf priest is in front of him, his perception and manipulation of subspace energy are beyond the reach of Ge Tuluo.
When filthy spells fail to cause effective damage to the Imperial lackeys, it is absolutely impossible for them to defeat the battle team composed of Space Wolves and Battle Sisters by just relying on a few warriors.
Not to mention the sound of Baisika's motorcycle coming from afar. The sound of those rough tires smashing open the mud made Geguluo's heart panic.
"Brothers! Keep moving towards the holy number seven!" Geguluo rang the bell, which was a code word for them to announce their retreat.
The huge scythe and the frost battle ax collided together. Kaiser White Fang felt that his hands were numb. The plague warrior in front of him was strong and experienced. Although his speed was slightly slower, the dance of his giant scythe was airtight.
"Plague pig." Cather White Fang cursed again. This was one of his ways of fighting. If you can use words to arouse the enemy's anger, then there will inevitably be loopholes in the emotional onslaught. That's when Cather The moment when White Fang struck the fatal blow.
However, the Plague Warrior did not follow his example, and only relied on the breathing tube inserted into the helmet to make a dull and occasionally interrupted breathing sound.
The sound of rusty bells confuses the Plague Marine, who does not understand that the situation on the battlefield is dangerous enough to require retreat.
As their captain, Geguluo, a powerful psyker who could form a reciprocal contract with demons, had no reason to issue such an order.
Although the fighting power of the wild wolf in front of him is very good, the Plague Warrior firmly believes that as long as he fights against Kaiser White Fang for a period of time, his head will become the raw material for the Plague Warrior to make decay grenades.
Warriors with Mortarion seeds are known for their endurance, and their bodies are even stronger after receiving the blessing of the loving father.
He knew that the long-fanged coward in the distance had sent several bombs into his body, but this did not affect his continued fighting.
"Ge Gu Luo." The Plague Warrior said dissatisfiedly and looked back, raising his sickle to defend his head.
Kaiser White Fang thought this was an opportunity, and he slashed his battle axe across the Plague Warrior's chest.
It felt sticky and disgusting, which was definitely not a normal feel.
Kaiser White Fang hurriedly pulled out the axe and retreated, narrowly avoiding the Plague Warrior's downward punch. If this attack hit, Kaiser White Fang would have to consider how he should stand up with his limbs intact.
The Plague Warrior did not feel disappointed about the failure of his attack. He glanced at Ge Gu Luo and understood why the wizard issued the order to retreat.
Is this still my brother?
The Plague Warrior felt unfamiliar with Ge Gu Luo's current image.
The bloated and fat wizard was panting, his mouth was so dry that he couldn't even drool, his eyes were sunken, and if the plague zombies hadn't pushed his back, the wizard would have fallen to the ground.
Wodehouse, who was standing opposite him, was in surprisingly good condition, and Fenris's chill was tightly wrapped around his body.