Heads-up is a common occurrence in the Warhammer world. m.

Soldier against soldier, general against general.

In a galaxy full of powerful enemies, the war of a single city and a single battlefield is like a small wave in a big river, which will not attract the slightest attention, and if it is not the key point that causes a greater war, it will not be reflected in the history books.

Once a grand battle involving several galaxies is involved, strategy and stratagem will be suppressed to a minimalist, and the key to victory for both sides of the battle will be who has the strongest fists and who is strong.

There are countless examples of being involved in front-line warfare as a battlefield commander.

The Great Impure is happy to slay Yongqiang himself in order to gain the favor of the evil god Nurgle.

The remaining plague giants also acquiesced in the heads-up between Yongqiang and the Great Impure, and cheered for the leader the moment the two sides came into contact.

The distance of several kilometers was erased by Yongqiang's rapid movement.

The two sides met and clashed, and the interval was less than half a minute.

In the process, the Great Impure One did only one thing, and he stood up.

Nurgle's army, with the exception of a few flying units, was sluggish.

Their way of fighting also doesn't require special dexterity.

Viruses will always spread faster than they do.

The Great Impure, as the lord of the side under the evil god Nurgle, also closely follows Nurgle in terms of appearance, and the round and huge, fleshy body is dotted with cracked cuts, and a slightly violent action will cause its internal organs to roll into a ball and spew out a string of lymphatic glands.

The confrontation between the two sides is directly a confrontation of rules.

Hundreds of meters away from the Great Impurity, Yongqiang entered the former's regular realm, and all sorts of deadly, painful, and rapidly onset viruses began to eat away at his body.

The remaining medicinal effect of the Heavenly God Pill can live the flesh and bones of the dead and repair all kinds of wounds suffered by Yongqiang, but in the face of the rules of the great impure, it will not play the slightest role.

Yongqiang's body began to age and weaken, giving birth to black-brown lesions and mildew, and the chainsaw sword in his hand was rusting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the pain of the disease did not affect his mind.

The battle intent in his eyes became more and more awe-inspiring, and his gaze was like a sharp knife, staring at the ugly head of the Great Impure, and at the moment of approaching, he made a teleportation and appeared in front of the Great Impurity's head, imprisoning time at the same time.

The rules of time are extremely powerful, and the influence of the plague rules of the Great Impure on Yongqiang seems to have disappeared in this second.

This gave Yongqiang a strong help.

Although the Great Impure is also powerful, resisting the suppression of part of the rules of time, and can move its body, its movements are too slow.

Both sides made a mistake.

The Great Impure only had time to blink.

The blue electric light attached to the chainsaw greatsword, clearing away the filth and rust, turning into an electric whip tens of meters long, passing through its body, bringing out a filth and sticky. The greasy and glittering track is like a puss waterfall, sprinkled on the earth.

At the end of the waterfall, Yongqiang fell into the sand dunes two hundred meters away.

The time confinement was removed, and the Great Impure Staggered a few steps forward, barely holding his form.

Above its head, the cracked, mossy and mossy horns of the monstrous crown broke in two, and fell to its feet with a clatter.

The Great Impure looked at the broken corner blankly and was silent for a long time before accepting this fact.

It spreads jet-black and smelly large

The mouth let out an angry roar, and yellow-green star foam flew out of its wide mouth.

But then the torn body turned its roar into an exclamation.

Its dented body was full of scars and abscesses, centered on its head, with a huge scar split vertically, and it fell to the sides under the force of gravity.

Because of the impure energy, the great impure are unaware of the pain.

When it saw the divided world in front of it, it realized that it had been split by Yongqiang.

Angry rage shot out of its dirty eyes.

There was no roar, but the men who saw its eyes knew it had gone berserk.

Dense strips of flesh and intestines came out of the two halves of the body, like countless snakes, intertwined and knotted with each other, stopping the division of the great impure.

Its two large hands, covered in thick pus, pressed its crooked body in an uncanny way, squeezing them back together.

The electric light of the Xuanlei Hui Heart Sword could cut through its body, but it was not enough to kill it completely.

When the great impure were put together, the wounds on their bodies were sewn up by maggots.

It will not erase the scar, it will become a medal of honor for it.

The various Nurgle demons around it were also killed and injured by Yongqiang's sword just now, and the rest were immediately protected around it.

The Unclean stepped on the men angrily, clumsily and slowly walked to the sand dunes where Yongqiang had entered, raised the flail made of the pile of burning pus-filled skulls, and slammed it down on the dune.

Yellow sand is flying all over the sky.

The sand dune turned into a deep crater with a diameter of more than thirty meters.

But there is no Yongqiang in it.

The Great Impure blinked in confusion, and then realized that Yongqiang had escaped.

This is not the performance of a brave man.

It roared angrily.

Sensing the anger coming from the other end of the black hole, even if it was, it couldn't help but stir up, and hurriedly issued an order to the few plague drones remaining in the sky, and the whole world searched for Yongqiang.

It has the confidence to grasp Yongqiang.

Because the world will be theirs.

The world with eyes across the mountains is indeed unable to resist the invasion of demons.

The difference in the level of power between the two sides is too great.

The human government did not succumb to the sudden invasion at first, most of them could not see it, but with the help of mechanical equipment and some humans who could see it, they were able to discover the terrifying subspace creature of the Demon of Nurgle.

When the plague frenzy broke out in the big cities, some of the leading pharmaceutical companies and government laboratories were working non-stop on targeted drugs, but they soon despaired.

With the current state of medicine, it would take years to develop an antibiotic against a plague, but every day there will be new and unsolvable outbreaks.

In addition to the OB virus and other mutated diseases, they are also attacked by germs in various ways.

For example, a bizarre new disease called tearing broke out in a seaside city, with symptoms of uncontrolled tearing during a battle, and sticky, foul-smelling tears that in a short period of time would stick to the entire eyelid and cause malignant redness and swelling, which would make the patient unable to test the object.

People who are depressed often cry or even cry bitterly during the days they are served, which can lead to exacerbation of the condition.

The most serious consequence of this epidemic is the suppuration and ulceration of the patient's eyeball, resulting in permanent blindness. Therefore, it is named crying disorder, also known as tear plague.

On the top floor of a skyscraper in the heart of the city, dozens of researchers in white coats are busy at work in a laboratory that represents the most advanced technology that humans can achieve.

In the laboratory's fully enclosed tempered glass isolation room, a gray-haired, skinny, blind old man lies on a test bench.

Two staff members wearing heavy hazmat suits were inserting various tubes into his body.

An elderly scientist with glasses and a bright-eyed young scholar stood outside the glass wall, staring intently at the old man on the test bench.

"The source of the crying disease has been found, a mite that can hide in all kinds of clothing and books, this mite that carries pathogens, multiplies at an alarming rate, and is difficult to control by hygienic means."

Surprisingly, the elderly scientist was very respectful in his presentation to the younger people.

"The people on the test bench were the first people to be infected with the crying disorder. In addition to his grief, he had more than a hundred bad diseases that we could not solve or even recognize, each of which would kill a strong adult in a short period of time, but he only fell into a coma and did not die. The disease did not further affect his body. The geroniatric scientist continued.

"Did you find the reason?" The young scholar pondered for a moment and asked slowly.

As the owner of this laboratory, his academic knowledge may not be as rich as that of elderly scientists, but he has a very far-sighted view of the "money scene" of products and research results.

The old man on the test bench has obviously developed antibodies to diseases, and by studying him, it is very likely that antibiotics will be developed to immunize against all diseases.

"We examined his blood and cells, and found that his blood contains a special substance that can drive out all kinds of germs, and his cells are also more energetic and immune than normal people. But it wasn't enough for him to survive so many diseases. The geriatric scientist said in a deep voice.

"Why is that?" The young scholar asked again.

"He has a very strong heart, and even though he has been infected by various diseases, his heart is still functioning normally, full of vitality, and even healthier than normal people." Said the gerontologist.

"When my men found him, there were at least a thousand corpses of OB mutants lying around him......" the young scholar said thoughtfully, with a twinkle in his eyes.

This also proves that he is not an ordinary person, and the secret is in that heart. Because the heart is the engine of the human body. Only a strong heart can allow him to gain inhuman strength. The gerontologist said.

"Then open his heart and see what happens. Anyway, he is dying, and it is an honor to contribute to the medical progress of mankind. The young scholar understood what the old scientist meant, and nodded in agreement.

After the elderly scientist got permission, an excited expression appeared on his face, and he immediately instructed the students to put on a biochemical suit for him, and walked into the isolation room with two assistants after a series of disinfection procedures.

But when he determined the operating area and was about to cut the old man's chest with a scalpel, yellow sand suddenly appeared in the isolation room, enveloping everyone inside.

This mutation scared others outside the isolation cell.

They looked at the inexplicable phenomenon in bewilderment.

By the time the yellow sand had cleared, the elderly scientist and his two assistants had been reduced to three shriveled mummies.

The old man on the test bench was still unconscious, unharmed.

Beside him, there was a little girl in red with big eyes.