Archahn sat in the captain's seat, staring coldly at the Nurgle-blessed battleship, his expression revealing a hint of disgust.

The usual slogan of the sadistic believers is blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull master, and the population of the Far South obviously cannot satisfy the appetite of this great god, especially after he got the blood of the demon hunter, it seems that he has completely lost interest in the Far South.

In contrast, he prefers the chaotic area between the Loess Region and the Old Continent, where countless barbarian tribes form an alliance to sweep the Eastern and Western Continents every year under the flickering of terror.

And the main positions of Slaanesh and Tzeentch were in the upper echelons of the various ethnic groups, mainly infiltrating and corrupting, and occasionally making some news in the Far South, which was also extinguished in the flame stage.

Only Nurgle, the most active evil god in the Far South is Nurgle, the plague lord, the Lord of Pollution seems to have an extraordinary interest in the fertile land of the Far South, and has repeatedly thrown his family into this quagmire.

The Solace was the work of his interest, and no one knew if the ship had once belonged to a pirate group or some hapless Old Continent owner, the only thing that was certain was that it had been sunk by a Cyrisian warship.

Then, in the endless ocean floor, the Solace was reborn, slowly growing, changing, and twisting like a living creature at the bottom of the sea, absorbing the malice of the drowned crew.

It was immersed in the poisonous arms of Nurgle, its masts bent and the sails that had burned out turned into a skin-like substance.

The changes to the internal structure of the Solace were more complicated, with blisters growing from its hull plates. Its keel seemed to swell with twisted intestines, filling half of the ship's cabin, forcing every living creature trying to pass through the slime-secreting, visceral-like structures.

That's right, the Nurgle had its own crew, and those who died on board were forcibly left on board and became part of the Solace, whether they wanted it or not, they could never be freed.

Like so many other things in Nurgle's Garden, the boundaries between the dead and the living were broken, and now the Solace came to life.

It breathes, it circulates, it has a will, it even has emotions, it hates the enemies that destroyed it, it returns from the bottom of the sea again and again, and stubbornly pursues its enemies.

It was larger and thicker than before, and a large amount of spontaneous proliferation of biological tissue filled the inside and outside of the battleship, so much so that the weakness of its once defenses was long gone, it was a monster, a beast to kill.

The Solace must be appeased, it must be fed, it must be waited, and if it does, then it will fight for you, and it is good at it.

Achahn was not satisfied with his mission at this time, but he didn't know when it became a little weird on the system interface, which was clearly displayed, as the captain of the Comfort, to destroy five warships.

Deedric stood up from the captain's chair with some disgust, a structure that the Comfort had grown to welcome him.

To match his status, the chair was huge, almost half as tall as a mast, but Archahn always felt as if he was sitting on a pile of freshly baked shit, which not only tasted like it, but also felt like the slippery feeling under his butt.

"I'm a live target." Deedric walked down the steps, crumbs from his chair falling off the bone spurs behind him, and the deck beneath his feet rattled as if he were walking in the mud.

Deedrick saw that a poor sailor had melted into the deck, leaving only the upper body struggling to scrub the deck that would never be wiped clean.

"Parts of the ship, if you will," he muttered, "move again and fight for me." ”

There was a response from the cabin below deck, and the crew staggered out of the darkness, out of the stomach of the half-biological beast, wiping the sweat and slime from their eyes.

With them, the Comfort woke up. Such a ship is very difficult to kill, and it is very difficult for any of them to be killed.

An emaciated crew member gradually emerged on the deck, first a few bones, then nervous tissue, then a miserable white muscle, and Didrick guessed that it was here that the hapless sailor was last killed.

Like the rest of the crew, it couldn't get out of the Comfort even if it was crushed to slag, but this time it couldn't catch up, and Deedric didn't bother to bypass it, and stepped straight through it.

With the sound of bones being trampled, Didrick felt a lot happier in his heart, and after watching the performance of these sailors, he always felt that the world around him had slowed down, which made him a little crazy.

"Set sail!" At Dederick's command, the off-white sail of the bat-winged structure unfurls along the twisted mast, and the odd thing is that it can work like a normal sail, or even better.

"Speed up and surprise our enemies!" In front of Didrick, the fleshy rudder continued to swell, and a half-length sailor grew out in the center of the rudder, his ape-like arms firmly grasped the rudder under him, and twisted his body frantically with a flattering smile: "Yes, Captain Acharn!" ”

Under the combined action of the sails and tentacles, the Solace began to accelerate, and the batteries that were originally distributed on both sides of the hull moved to the front with the wriggling of the surface of the Solace, and the living cannons with flesh and blood veins were pushed out by the undead sailors, and the twisted and howling human heads were rudely stuffed in.

"Say hello to our friends, rotten meats." Diderick looked at the big ship in the distance, and with his limited level of education, he couldn't connect Cyris and New Huaxia at all.

But it doesn't matter, his understanding of New Huaxia in reality is also limited, and his limited time is spent on the construction site.

The sailors of the Soaser let out a weak cry, as if to respond to Didrick, but the speed of their hands and feet remained slow, and the Soaser was the first to bask in the fire.

The sailors on the Dingyuan are all battle-hardened veterans, they have already experienced chaos warfare when they were in the Loess Region, and they will not care about the strange warships.

While the Comfort was still trying to charge, the Dingyuan had already accelerated by Yang Fan, seized the horizontal position of the T-position, and aimed the dense cannon muzzle on its left at the enemy.

"I'm sure I've sunk this ship before, but Chaos never reasoned with you." The captain of the Dingyuan shrugged his shoulders and gave the order to open fire.