Standing at the top of the bell tower, Mo whispered the burning street under his feet, this barricade belonging to the central district was engaged with the filial sons of Nurgle, who wanted to attack head-on, but were hit by bullets and arrows fired from behind the barricades - the arrows and projectiles that seeped silver and were blessed were no different from the great poison of humans to evil creatures, so the filial sons chose to attack from the side of the barricade after losing hundreds of their kind. Tear down the walls of the houses and storm the barricades, but they encounter the Fasher who will not give up, mages and alchemists smash down all sorts of purification circles and potions, citizens take up swords and muskets and fight these evil minions with more strength than Marceau can imagine, and the battleboats drop supplies and rush to send the children out of the barricades - since the first open era, sending children out of danger has been the highest priority for the living across the continent in the face of danger.

"It's really strange that there are significantly more living corpses in the Central District than in other areas, and they look the same as you said. Mo Qingyu looked at the battle in front of her, as a sneak reconnaissance, Mo Qingyu didn't want to join the battle below, in her opinion, the task came first, and any irrational behavior must be stopped.

"Would you like to go to that square to have a look?" asked Marceau, who was crouching beside him, as he shot his musket at the foot of Naurge.

"No problem, let's go. ”

Marceau walked in front, and the road he led was not an ordinary road, but for Mo Qingyu, whether it was walking on a rope or jumping over a gap, it was a simple skill for her, and for Marceau, Mo Qingyu was relieved, this kitten won her trust with his selflessness and loyalty to the kind and innocent in this plane...... But it's just trust. Because Mo Qingyu is convinced that except for her elders and fathers in this world, there is no man who can make her respect...... And love. What's more, Marceau is still the little girl's favorite kitten, Mo Qingyu feels that this little guy obviously won't bother him like those crazy bees and butterflies - the girl he has to face is at least five fingers, in Mo Qingyu's eyes, in two years. I'm afraid that this little guy has a colorful life every night, and I'm afraid that even the little girls won't be able to solve it when the time comes, and it's even more impossible to disturb an older single young woman who is almost a round older than him.

"It's right here, Sister Mo, look. Standing far away on the top of the house near the side of the road, Marceau pointed out the way for her, and Mo Whisper saw a crazy summoning scene - as a female player who lived one round faster than Marceau, Mo Whisper had fought with Nurgle's minions in the Warhammer, because she immediately confirmed that the one she wanted to summon at this summoning scene was definitely the Great Demon, and it was still a little difficult to confirm which one it was. But Mo whispered that he had already found these scruff pieces of Nurgle, why was guarding the Central District - when the Great Demon was summoned, these madmen would definitely be able to harvest most of the innocent souls of Fasher before the reinforcements of the living arrived...... It is said that Ayarok is the new hunting ground for the gods, and the souls here are more delicious than those of any other plane...... I think it's enough to make Nurgle pay the price of a great demon dying in Ayarok - harvesting tens of thousands of souls at a time, which should be the worst loss of the living camp since the first opening.

"We have to stop this call, Marceau, let's go, remember this position, we're going to summon the combat boat to take us back. Tell all the Aborigines about everything that happens in this location...... This summoning must be completely destroyed, or the Great Demon of Nurgle will come to the city through the crystal wall system that he could not penetrate. With its guidance and guidance, these crumbs of Nurgle will be even more terrible and evil. ”

After speaking, Mo Qingyu took a step forward and turned around, and he heard the footsteps of the cat cub behind him: "Sister Mo, shall we go back now, don't we check the seal?"

"Trust me. Marceau, compared to the Great Demon, as long as the evil in the seal is not the Undead Lord, then compared to the Great Demon, the unlucky person in the seal is just as harmless as a cute pet. Mo whispered a deep understanding of how terrifying a Great Demon could be—the Great Demon of Nurgle was usually a very large Great Demon with all sorts of swelling and decay. These inherently unclean will lead his legions with loud praises and exaggerated coaxing. His presence is a never-ending plague that watches over every aspect of his men he can manage—perverted debris that can delight in the smallest boil of his subordinates, and revel in their horrible pustules, all in all, such an impure demon is very similar to Nurgle in both appearance and character.

Their bodies were round, usually at least a few steppe elves combined, and some of the terrifying Great Demons were even bigger and more terrifying - their bodies had cracked and rotten wounds, Mo Whisper had seen them walk, the disgusting wounds and the viscera that could be seen could even see the ugliness of them tumbling as they strode forward, their lymphatic glands erupting from his green dense parts, and could turn into clusters of miniature Nurgle. The venom gushing from festering wounds not only marks its path, but also causes visual and physical damage to all living people...... If someone is able to come into contact with the venom and survive, there is never a mortal who can survive the venom.

To kill an unclean demon requires at least a tenfold sacrifice, because in spreading disease, decay and suffering, the 'vitality' of 'pleasure' fills the body of these unclean demons and makes them face it directly. Pleasure', and anyone who could oppose and obstruct the great plans of their loving father Nurgle, would have made it arouse the incomparable anger in their hearts, and though these great monsters seemed clumsy and slow in their movements, no one would ever doubt that these carriers of neurosis, madness, and pain could resist the fiercest fire and the most unimaginable resistance with staggering steps.

Mo Qingyu felt that neither he nor Marceau could face such a terrifying demon at this time, whether it was under the care of the seal or waiting for a mature advent on the outer plane.

"Marceau, remember, the best way to purify evil in the face of it is to make them never exist. Mo whispered as he said as he sighed.

Then she heard a rough laugh that went straight to her heart, turned her head to look at the central area, and Mo whispered to see a pillar of light that reached the sky.

"Ah, it looks like the guests are here again uninvited. Marceau slowed down, too.

"We don't have much time left. Mo whispered as he ran up the rope leading to the south of the avenue in front of him: "Marceau, act." (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's tonsils are completely blown up, let me take medicine for a few days to recuperate and adjust...... Dizzy.