Siwell, led by Spencer, went to the command post of the current battlefield.

At this time, Laurent was already emaciated and exhausted by the war. But when he saw Sivir arrive, his eyes lit up.

Look! is the son of an emperor! Now the situation is in our favor!

"Lord Sivir, please hurry up and cooperate with the Warband Think Tank to close the subspace rift above. Otherwise, the demons are endless, and the energy from the subspace in the rift allows them to exert their full strength in the real universe. ”

Sivir nodded, and he walked to an empty square, where hundreds of think tanks were working together to close the crack.

Sivir found Trevecon, the leader of the operation, and said:

"Match my psionic powers."

Trevecon had witnessed the apparition of Sivir in Filimon and had full confidence in Sivel's abilities. This faith bordered on blind obedience, and in his view, Lord Sivir was almost omnipotent, a god walking in the world.

"Everyone, fully cooperate with Lord Sivir!"

Some of the warband's think tanks still don't know who Sivir is, and some warband think tanks have never seen Siwell's abilities, although they know the identity of Sivir's son.

But these days, Trivecom's use of psionic powers has been recognized by them, since Trivill has chosen to trust the man in front of him. Then they will choose to believe it too.

Sivir looked at the rift in the sky, his body filled with surging spiritual energy.

His body slowly floated in the air, shining with golden light, like a god!

But that's not enough.

"Emperor, lend me the strength, lend me the power to protect everyone!"

A round of cold sun emerged from behind Sivir, and he was even more powerful!

The think tanks in the square were already dumbfounded, they were all good at using psionic powers, but it was precisely because of this that they understood how powerful Sivir was in front of them.

The subspace rift in the sky closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, more than a hundred times faster than before.

The think tanks felt that their psionic abilities were a little redundant, and perhaps without them, Sivir himself would have been able to close the subspace rift faster.

Compared to Sivel's, their psionic abilities were like fireflies, trying to compete with the bright moon.

At this time, Sivir, who was floating in the air, was trying his best to appease the subspace energy and close the subspace rift. But all of a sudden, I felt a palpitation, as if I was being targeted by some terrible existence.

He immediately flew higher into the air, using his psionic powers to search the entire Sarkley Plains for the source of his uneasiness.

At this moment, a flaming sword flew out of the crack above his head and shot straight at Sivir.

But Sivir didn't seem to notice, his eyes were focused on the ground, his eyes closed, and he sensed the enemy's position with his psionic energy.

Found you!

Sivir's eyes snapped open, looked somewhere, and flew towards that side at breakneck speed. And the sharp sword in the air unexpectedly drew an arc in the air, reversed its direction and flew towards Sivir.

Sivir's crossing the battlefield caught everyone's attention, especially the Mechonists and the warband fighters of the Helion Sector.

When Sivir arrives at his destination, he sees a large, swollen Archdemon of Nurgle, towering in the midst of a noisy horde of Nurgle demons, like their fat headmaster.

A great impurity, no, it's not that simple. An ordinary demon prince could never have made Sivir feel so threatened.

There is some kind of more powerful being watching through this demon, this demon is just a doll of the person behind it, the real threat comes from the evil consciousness attached to him, from the evil god behind him!

As if sensing Sivir's thoughts, the demon turned its fat head to look at Sivir. Its face split apart, revealing rows of green abscesses and brown teeth. A smell of bad breath and dental disease came.

"I am the demon prince of Nurgle. You're strong enough to easily destroy this container and send me back to subspace, but you can't kill me. Not even your emperor can kill me. Believe me, I know, I've met him once. He's a nice guy, but he's too cold. ”

"He is far less kind and loving than the gods I believe in. Whether old or ugly, good or evil, Nurgle is tolerant and embraces the world, just as a kind father leads his beloved son. Nurgle also blesses his followers, experiencing and enjoying the endless cycle of death and rebirth, and at the same time hoping to show such a beautiful sight to others. ”

"For example, you. I am not here to be hostile to you, but to invite you. Come on, join us, join our family, and immerse yourself in happiness ever since. You will be Nurgle's most beloved child and blessed by his most powerful! ”

The impure man put his hand into his cracked belly, through the mess of internal organs, and for a long time he pulled out a bowl of soup.

Then he cracked his mouth wide and burst out laughing.

"Hey, hey, hahahahaha, here comes the Nurgle Soup!"

Seeing that Sivir did not come close to receive the bowl of soup, the Great Impure One thought that he was afraid of his own sneak attack, so he let the Nurgle spirit on him carry the bowl of soup and put it on the ground between the two of them.

"This, this is all on the ground for you, why don't you drink it?"

"I didn't dare to drink it, some people said, it was someone who poisoned it. I didn't ascend to the demon after drinking, what should I do if I am poisoned. ”

"You won't believe the unknown whispers coming from your ears."

"I believe it, I believe it very much."

"Shy, you like to joke. Drink it while it's hot, I just pulled it out of my stomach and it's still hot. I don't bother, I step back. ”

"Wait, if you don't have poison, you can take a sip of this bowl of Nurgle soup first."

"Hey, this Nurgle soup is very precious, and Nurgle made it for you with his own hands. How can I, a demon prince, drink this thick soup? ”

"Look at you, how hard you are so busy, what is it to drink the slag soup. If you really don't drink it..., it means that you are really poisoned. ”

"This, that's not right, who is going to frame me today. Tzeentch, you're trying to frame me. ”

Sivir was silent, and watched quietly as the Great Impure performed on his own.

"Okay, I'll drink, drink!"

In order to prove that the Nurgle Soup was not poisoned, he took the bowl, looked at Sivel with a smile and said:

"Oh, this soup is a beautiful thing."

The great impure tasted it lightly, and did not dare to drink more. After drinking, he still couldn't get enough of it, and stretched out his rotten tongue and licked his lips full of abscesses. 唧唧唧口 says:

"It's not salty, it's not bland, it tastes great!"

Then put the soup back on the ground and back off on its own.

"Look, it's okay."

"Hehe, drink it, drink it while it's hot."

A sharp sword suddenly fell from the sky at this time, inserting it between the two of them. The Nurgle soup on the ground was all overturned, and then burned to the ground by the flames of the sword.

Then the sword flew into Sivel's hand automatically, as if it was tailor-made for him, which was very suitable.

The Great Impure are very angry when they see this. He stopped the never-ending cheerful cliché. Angry said:

"His grandmother's, drink! Why not drink it! ”

"Don't drink it, I'm afraid of death, I'm telling you, don't drink it, don't want to live if you don't drink it. If you don't drink I'll blow you up! ”

It spat out a stream of disgusting vomit from its mouth, and the filthy mucus bubbled down and wrapped around its body. Then the whole body seemed to swell, like a balloon. A strange light flashed from his eyes.