With the beginning of the purge of the entire Bottas star sector, more than 100 planets were instantly plunged into war.

Because the families of the planetary governors who were killed had already swelled into huge monopoly groups linked by blood in hundreds or even thousands of years.

Not only power and armies, but also the most lucrative industries on the planet are controlled by them.

Therefore, when these people learn that everything they have now will be deprived of them, and even their lives cannot be guaranteed, they will naturally desperately mobilize all the resources and forces they can mobilize to resist.

Even deceive civilians who are ignorant of the real situation, and let innocent ordinary people go to their deaths to protect their interests.

Unfortunately, as a backward region on the frontier of the empire, the level of technology and industry here is outrageously low.

Even a few of the major cast planets could build tanks, armored vehicles, and small transports less than a kilometer in length, carrier-based attack aircraft, torpedo boats, and intra-atmosphere vehicles.

As for weapons, there are only laser guns, plasma cannons, blaster guns, medium artillery that shoots physical ammunition, tactical nuclear missiles, and some garbage things that are basically not very useful in interstellar warfare.

And although high-end goods such as mecha are not at all, at least the knight mecha can still make up more than a dozen units, but in front of the oil, it is completely a food delivery.

Often, before the fire is fully fired, it is eroded by the oil that has been poured down from outer space.

Eventually, both the mech itself and the pilots inside will become part of the New Phyrexian army.

In contrast, ordinary people have not been compleavatarized much, and as long as they lay down their weapons, they can immediately obtain the corresponding life safety guarantee.

After all, the Skullsnatcher, as a praettor, knew very well that these mortals were lambs in the master's soul ranch, and it was best to ensure their survival as much as possible if it was not necessary.

In this way, these creatures can reproduce quickly, and then give birth to more lambs.

Killing the upper ruling class and giving to those who are oppressed and exploited at the bottom is the strategy that Zuo Si pursues in this universe.

Because in his opinion, only by letting a large number of negative emotions that have been suppressed for a long time be released to a certain extent will reason return, and the increasingly powerful subspace evil gods can also be weakened and limited.

And one that has no pressure to survive, no hierarchy and absolute fairness is undoubtedly the best choice.

Although the essence of this is to keep humans in captivity, harvest souls, and use New Phyrexian creations to become managers, it is still many times stronger than the decaying human empire.

At this moment, Moscart was standing in a luxurious palace at the top of a nest capital that originally belonged to the governor of a planet, condescendingly looking down at the magnates who were being dragged out of the house one by one, constantly struggling to let out a wail, raised his wine glass and took a sip of the drink that was as dark red as blood, completely ignoring the noble ladies and girls behind him who were naked and had been tortured and abused to death, and sighed slightly in a voice that only he could hear: " This feeling of being able to easily control the life and death of a person of the same status as yourself is truly wonderful! Looking at those familiar faces filled with fear and despair, I get a huge satisfaction that is difficult to describe in words, it is simply addictive! The great Lord Soth is right, and indeed evil and cruelty are my essence. ”

There is no doubt that the reason why this guy is here is to show his loyalty and completely cut off all retreats, and on the other hand, to satisfy his inner twisted desires, and to scavenge wealth to raise the necessary funds for activities in other remote star sectors of the empire.

Due to the large size of the human empire and the fact that the connections between the various sectors are not very frequent, it is difficult to describe the economy and trade.

To be exact, there is not even a unified currency.

Many star sectors and even planets will issue their own currency.

As for the taxation of the empire, it was never the collection of the useless general equivalent of "money", but the direct collection of various resources, including manpower, and in kind.

Trade between universes is also mostly in the form of barter.

There are only two types of currency with a wide range of circulation attributes, one is the "Throne Coins" minted during the Great Expedition 10,000 years ago, but due to the scarcity of supply, only the great nobles and gang leaders will use it when doing large trade.

The other is the "Eleven Pearls" certified by the National Religion.

Other currencies such as "credits", "paper money", and "aquilascoins" used in a sector or planet are usually immediately turned into worthless garbage as soon as they leave their economic range.

Many times, Rogue Traders would rather leave a planet with a shipload full of slaves, minerals, and low-grade industrial goods than a pile of scrap paper and credits.

Of course, there is also a theory that the Astral Army composed of mortals is equivalent to the copper coins in the hands of the God Emperor, the Astarte Warriors are silver coins, the Forbidden Army is the most valuable gold coins, and those primordial bodies called the Emperor's heirs are equivalent to checks.

Their lives are the most valuable currency in the empire.

However, this kind of talk must not be heard by the Inquisition, otherwise it may not end well.

Moscater knew very well that the currencies issued on the planets of the Bottas Star Zone had no value in the empire, so he specially asked the New Phyrexian creations to collect "Throne Coins" and "Eleven Pearls", as well as those large and small ships, tanks and other individual weapons, as well as the most abundant and simple processed foods in this area.

Of course, the most important thing is the psychotropic drugs provided by Zuo Si.

If there's one cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Bato's hell that's far ahead of this universe, it's undoubtedly the super-giant monopoly drug company led by the succubus queen Mecansut.

With a large number of indulgences, alchemists, and mages researching day and night, various addictive drugs that can satisfy mortal desires and even spiritual needs have long been iterated many times.

As mentioned in the book Brave New World, there are almost identical products without any side effects, but they are also more effective and last longer, and they do not require magic at all in the production process, and are completely cheap products for the chemical industry.

Even in the wizarding world, pure chemical bliss like this is nothing, and it can't even satisfy some guys who are already seriously addicted to drugs.

But for the civilians of this universe, it is definitely a placebo that cannot be refused.

Moreover, with the style of the rotten bureaucratic system of the human empire, instead of preventing the spread of this drug, they will encourage the people at the bottom to take it in large quantities, which can not only reduce the risk of rebellion, but also reduce people's extreme negative emotions and weaken the chaos evil gods of the subspace.

In addition, there are also stimulants, berserk drugs, superhuman drugs, and other things that are specially provided for the military to improve combat capabilities by overdrawing the body and even life in a short period of time.

After all, an army of mortals like the Astral Army is essentially a bunch of consumables.

If you can reduce the overall casualty ratio by sacrificing a part of the pills, or if you can greatly deplete the enemy's strength in a defensive battle, the higher-ups will definitely choose to use it on a large scale without hesitation.

As for the serious side effects of overdose, they are nothing in this cruel universe where human life is like an ant.

Anyway, when it really comes time to take medicine, the probability that an ordinary soldier will survive will not exceed 1 in 10.

Rather than die in vain, it is better to fight desperately, even if you can inflict a few casualties on the enemy before you die.

Moscart believed that as long as he appeared anywhere in the empire with these things, he could quickly become a guest of the local magnates, and even establish a close relationship with them.

When the time comes, he will be able to use this relationship to continuously corrupt the other party until he completely transforms him into a member of the devil.

Thinking of this, the planetary governor took out the devil's egg hanging around his neck, looked at the eyes that shimmered with blood-red light, grinned bloodthirsty and cruel, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and ordered without looking back: "Send me a few more young women from noble backgrounds, I want to enjoy this wonderful feeling before returning to the territory of the empire." ”

"Wait a minute!"

A New Phyrexian creature instantly made contact with its counterparts through a teleportation device outside that was undergoing a great cleansing.

After a while, another group of beautiful women with frightened faces were forcibly brought into the room.

When they saw the naked bodies of the women lying on the bed, they immediately realized what was waiting for them, and the women let out piercing screams to escape.

After all, they have also done such acts to low-level commoners, serfs and slaves, and occasionally get together to play some game of hunting humans for fun, so they are no strangers to it.

When Moscart raised his gun and brutally shot some of the leaders, the noble ladies and ladies present immediately knelt down like dogs and tried their best to please him, eager to use their young bodies as a bargaining chip for a chance to survive.

Unfortunately, the women had apparently forgotten that in some of the entertainment they attended, they had never given the slaves who were toys a chance to survive.

When Moscart got tired of playing with it, he quickly killed them one by one in all sorts of brutal ways, and even dismembered the corpses into gruesome works of art.

There is no doubt that if his actions were to be classified among the subspace gods, they would properly fall under the category of Slaanesh.

But Moscart wasn't at all worried that the subspace gods would notice him right now.

Because the Devil's Egg has been deeply bound to his soul, all these evil deeds will eventually be transformed into power storage, until it is activated, and then completely abandon the identity of a human being and become a real devil.

In his heart, he even prepared a nickname for himself, which was called "Imperial Gravedigger".

While the Purge surrounding Bottas continues, the transformation of the planets continues.

Massive amounts of oil were spilled through the battleship to every corner.

Soon, the filthy and messy city of the nest was quickly dismantled and rebuilt, transforming from a dark and desperate steel jungle into a bright and hopeful utopian world.

For the first time, many slaves who had lived in the lower and lower floors, and had never seen the color of the sky, finally stepped out of the gloomy surroundings of their lives and walked in the middle of the staggered spiral staircase, staring wide-eyed into the greenery of the streets, enjoying the delicious food that had previously been eaten only by the nobles.

Countless people who have become numb and desperate under the pressure of high-intensity work and survival even knelt on the ground and cried, venting their pent-up dissatisfaction, anger and grievances in their hearts like crazy.

Although they had witnessed the upper rulers of their planet being driven away by these monsters who didn't know what to call them, they didn't hate each other at all, and they didn't feel that they should rise up to defend humanity and the empire as taught in the state canon, but they were very grateful to each other.

Because whatever the intentions of these outsiders, at least the other party allows them to live like a real human being, and not a trivial replaceable cog in the vast machine of the Empire.

After a brief period of emotional catharsis, the commoners quickly calmed down by taking drugs that relieved and released stress, and accepted the fact that the New Phyrexian creations had become rulers.

To be precise, it didn't take long for them to realize that it was much better to let these inhuman creatures rule than to rule by humans themselves.

Not only can it be absolutely fair, but at the same time, it will not do any bad situations such as corruption, abuse of power for personal gain, and treating the people at the bottom as tools and playthings.

The most important thing is that no one needs to do all the heavy work anymore, and there is no need to worry about getting drunk and saying the wrong thing and not daring to say it, and the next day the Inquisition will come to the door and label it a heretic.

Gradually, the inhabitants of Bottas began to spit on the decaying human empire and the human lord who sat on the golden throne.

Because in their opinion, all the suffering they had suffered before was brought about by the empire and the emperor.

After all, human beings are mostly profit-seeking, and it is impossible to understand and agree with the decision of the upper echelons of rulers to sacrifice the interests of a small number of people to save more people.

Especially when you become the part of yourself that is sacrificed, it is normal to have resentment and even strong feelings of resistance.

So never expect people with conflicts of interest to understand each other.

Let alone try to persuade a person to give up his interests for the sake of the happiness of the so-called more people.

This will have no effect at all other than to incur hostility and resentment.

What's more, behind this series of changes, there is Zuo Si manipulating.

A large number of people at the bottom who had not received any decent education at all had no power to resist in the face of him, a great devil who was good at social psychology, and soon a large number of people fell into staunch believers and anti-imperialists.

This is one of the reasons why the entire ruling class must be purged.

Zuo Si knows very well how easy it is to manipulate the so-called "public opinion" when the elites are all gone.

And the beliefs of these mortals will become one of the sources of power for the incarnation of Shining Oil in this world, and it will also be a bargaining chip for entering the subspace to compete with the Chaos Evil God and the Human Emperor.

……

At the same time, far away in the area of the five hundred worlds of Otlama, the war between the Lich King Gianna and the Nurgle Legion has entered a fever pitch as the Scourge Legion continues to grow.

With the tactics of retreating after the fight, never staying in one place too much, and occupying the planet, Gianna managed to come and go like the wind in the vast subspace dark web established by the enemy, and was never caught by the main force led by the demon primordial - Motarian.

Instead, it had a brief encounter with the First Company of the Death Guard Legion, led by Neurgle's vanguard Tephas.

As for the result, you don't need to ask to know that this old immortal guy was pressed to the ground by Gianna and blasted the hammer.

If it weren't for the blessing of the power of the Negro Evil God, no matter what kind of injuries he receives, he would have healed in an instant, and he would have been transformed into an undead creature by Frost Grief by this time.

After all, when Taifas was still a human, he didn't even accept the complete transformation of Astarte, and his personal combat power could not be compared to the original body and the great demon at all.

What's even worse is that the subspace device created by Motarian using the ancient artifact, the Hand of Darkness, to spread the plague, was actually discovered by Gianna and transformed and used.

This led to the complete collapse of his plan to use the device to influence the entire Otrama subspace psionic sphere in order to corrupt the spirits of the inhabitants of various planets and create more plague armies.

And that's not all!

The walking corpses transformed from humans were also devoured by the plague of natural disasters that contained the power of death, completely changing from their own soldiers to the other side's soldiers.

It was undoubtedly like a resounding slap in the face of the demonic primordial.

As the Plague's expansion efficiency waned, so did the Nurgle's threat to Otlama.

If it continues to develop like this, don't say anything to lure his good brother Robert Killiman over, and if you don't do it, you will be embarrassed in front of your loving father Nurgle.

Things have come to this point, and whether Motarian wants to or not, he must solve Gianna's henchman problem as soon as possible.

To this end, he not only used one of the completely occupied and corrupted planets, and even the rules have been subspatialized as bait, but also summoned a large number of demons as reinforcements, intending to fight the newly rising Scourge here.

Right now, the genetic prototype of the Death Guard Legion is sitting upright on a throne of flesh made of rotting corpses on the planet's surface, looking up at the dazzling starry sky overhead.

In order to get the Lich King Gianna to take the bait, he specially ordered all the fleets to hide in the subspace, intending to follow the tactics used by the war commander Horus during the Great Rebellion, first luring the enemy deep and then outflanking the encirclement, completely eliminating this group of unknown forces who dared to provoke Nurgle.

Motarian was convinced that the previous defeats were simply due to the fact that his men were too wasteful, especially his adoptive father, Taifas, who was only scheming all day long.

As long as you take it personally, everything will be fine.

Just as he activated his super brain to predict the movement of the Scourge Legion, a blinding white light suddenly appeared out of thin air over the entire planet.

Subspace energy fluctuations!

The Demon Primordial sensed the anomaly almost immediately.

But before he could issue an order to his subordinates, a large number of fleets wrapped in magical ice jumped out of the subspace in one go, and without waiting even a second, they directly launched a fierce attack on the defensive weapons arranged in the planet's orbit.

In particular, the captured Glory Queen-class battleship dropped a firepower that was enough to make people feel desperate almost in an instant.

More than 10,000 thermonuclear warheads rained down from outer space into low-Earth orbit, planting a spectacular swarm of mushrooms directly in the middle of orbital defense weapons.

The terrifying explosion even tore through the atmosphere, allowing deadly radiation from the stars to shine directly on the ground.

Many of the walking corpses simply could not withstand such radiation, and fell to the ground with a pungent burnt smell.

But that's just the beginning!

At the very moment when the planetary orbital weapons that had been hit hard began to counterattack, thousands of undead creatures wrapped in ice were suddenly released from one of the warships.

They smashed directly into these planetary orbital weapons and wreaked havoc as they had done before, so that the Void Shields that had just been propped up did not have any effect at all.

As we all know, the Void Shield is very effective at resisting high-speed projections and energy weapons, but it is very ineffective at protecting low-velocity objects.

Gianna figured out the mystery as soon as she obtained the Void Shield technology, so she easily formulated targeted tactics.

After all, one of the biggest advantages of the Undead Scourge is that it can survive and maintain its combat effectiveness in the icy space without carrying any protective equipment.

Therefore, the orbital protection system, which is the most difficult for other forces to break through, is not at all difficult for her.

Watching the large void shields that were still in operation explode one after another, Gianna, the Lich King, raised her chin slightly to reveal a haughty expression, and commented in a contemptuous tone: "If the demigod of this universe, the original body, is only at this level, it will be a little too disappointing. I thought there would be a close contest. ”

"Great Lich King, don't take it lightly. Motarian has a powerful fleet under his command, but now that this fleet has not organized a defense near this planet, I always feel that something is not right. ”

A Death Knight, who had been a demon of Nurgle, cautiously reminded him.

"Didn't you say that there was a deep conflict between Motarian and his adoptive father, Taifas?

Maybe Taifas didn't want to help, and deliberately moved the fleet to another place?

What's more, what if that piece of waste comes here?

He's just a defeated man.

For now, let's concentrate on dealing with Nurgle's demonic primordial.

You see, my master has been trying to study these interesting life forms in order to find out what that human emperor is. ”

With that, Gianna glanced directly at the other lich beside her.

The latter understood and immediately gave the order to the Scourge Legion, which had been waiting for a long time, to parachute.

In the blink of an eye, the entire planet's outer space can see white points of light that continue to shine like stars under the refraction of light.

It wasn't anything else, it was an army of the undead wrapped in tens of billions, hundreds of billions of pieces of magic ice.

It is through this unstoppable scale and scope of the terrifying airborne that Gianna, the Lich King, was able to invincible sweep through one planet after another conquered by the Nurgle Legion, and snowballed in growth.

Looking at this army of undead descending from the sky on the ground, Motarian, who has always advertised himself as the "Lord of Death", couldn't help but show a look of horror.

Because at this moment, he could clearly feel that the death power possessed by the other party was colder, stronger, and purer than his own, without the slightest impurity.

Just when the Demon Primordial Body was briefly shocked, the adjutant next to him immediately roared at everyone in the Naglay Legion, "Activate the air defense system!" Fire! Hurry up! Don't let the enemy storm this fortress! Otherwise, we simply won't be able to hold the fleet back! ”

"All anti-aircraft weapons are firing on fire!"

"Tear to shreds these fellows who dare to offend the great Negro's loving father!"

"Release all the swarms!"

……

In an instant, the planet, which had been completely overrun by demons, the walking dead, Chaos Astarte, and all sorts of disgusting Nurgle creations, finally began to fight back.

The first to strike a threat was the overwhelming dense network of anti-aircraft fire.

Countless missiles and energy beams completely obscured the sky in just a dozen minutes, and anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns roared incessantly for a moment.

Many of the undead in the ice were shattered in mid-air by these attacks before they even landed on the ground.

The swarm of flies used their flesh and blood to block more than 50 percent of the bombardment from planetary orbits.

Don't underestimate these humble swarms of Nurgle flies!

They are truly subspace creatures, and when they are so large in number, they can even use subspace energy to distort the rules of the universe, thereby negating some ranged attacks.

That's why there are still plenty of melee weapons in this world.

Whether it is a Void Shield or a subspace force, it can effectively block long-range firepower, and at this time, hand-to-hand combat becomes the only option.

There is no doubt that the planet's Nurgle Legion is by far the most stubborn enemy the Scourge has ever encountered.

The number of undead creatures that were wiped out in half an hour through the anti-aircraft fire network alone reached a terrifying figure of one billion.

Unfortunately, no matter how fierce the anti-aircraft fire is, it is impossible to stop Gianna's practice of directly driving a spaceship to throw troops down in outer space.

Many of the undead creatures that had successfully landed on the outskirts of the firenet quickly organized and began to spread the plague of natural disasters and kill and transform the Nurgle creations in a steady stream.

By the time the Chaos Astartes of the Death Guard arrived to eliminate these threats, portals had opened out of thin air.

The army of natural disasters like a tide poured out frantically directly from the other side, raising the guns in their hands and shooting wildly, and the dense barrage even directly tore apart the power mecha on Chaos Astarte's body.

Even the bodies blessed by Nurgle with near-infinite resilience could not withstand such a fierce fire, and rotting flesh and pus were scattered everywhere.

Although in terms of technological level, there is still a huge gap between the undead scourge and the space necromancers of this universe.

But in a way, they shocked the enemy no less than the latter.

After all, space necrons can't snowball like this in a short period of time.

During this time, Gianna, the Lich King, attacked not only the Nurgle Legion, but also some planets occupied by Orcs and outposts established by the Tyranids.

So in the eyes of outsiders, the Scourge is a complete hodgepodge, which can be seen by almost any race.

But the problem is that none of these races are living people, but living corpses that have been dead for a long time and exude an icy aura, which is even more creepy than the walking corpse that Nurgle resurrected.

The so-called living corpses, strictly speaking, are corpses that are manipulated by microorganisms such as viruses, bacteria, and fungi, and cannot be classified into the category of undead in the strict sense, but should be classified as "zombies" that often appear in biochemical disasters.

The undead are out-and-out necromantic creatures, driven by the power of soul and magic.

"This is the enemy we've been looking for? A group of corpses that are cold and without any emotional fluctuations? ”

Motarian stared at the Scourge as they continued to charge and tear through the defenses, his mind filled with a strong sense of unreality.

He couldn't believe that there was anything in this universe that was closer to death than Nurgle and himself.

"I think so!" A subspace high-level demon whispered in the primordial's ear. "The Great Father has noticed this threat, and all you have to do now is to eradicate it."

Just as Motarian was about to ask for more information, Gianna finally walked out of the portal with some of her most powerful men.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, she quickly raised her hand and unleashed an amazingly powerful frost spell at the Death Guard legion that was stubbornly blocking in front of her.

In the twinkling of an eye!

The blizzard swept through everything within a radius of several kilometers.

Whether it was a power mecha or a swarm of Nurgle flies in the sky, they were instantly frozen by the terrifying ultra-low temperature.

In the later stage, it was the latter, falling from the sky one by one and shattering, and a beautiful and terrifying mountain of corpses was piled up on the ground.

Motarian !! Are you going to hide inside and be a turtle for the rest of your life? Or are you too scared to come out and face me? ”

Gianna, the Lich King, taunts unbridledly while using magic to efficiently slaughter the Nurgle Legion in front of him.

Blessed with her terrifying frost magic, the temperature of her surroundings dropped rapidly, soon reaching above minus 100 degrees Celsius.

In such an ultra-low temperature environment, even the subspace demons and those walking corpses controlled by microorganisms inevitably fell into a state of sluggishness.

But the undead will not be affected in any way, but can still exert 100% strength.

Seeing that one by one direction was lost, and his army of death guards was retreating one after another, the demon primordial finally couldn't sit still anymore, and finally rushed out with the so-called "Death Veil" guard, wielding the huge scythe in his hand and slashing at Gianna.

Due to the fact that the original body itself is exceptionally tall and strong, he looks like a giant with infinite strength.

Gianna, who is only of normal human height, resembles a short halfling or dwarf.

"Arrogant blasphemer! Today is your day of death! ”

Motarian let out a roar of rage.

Clang!

With the crisp sound of metal colliding and the scattered white frost, the two finally exchanged hands.

Although Gianna was clearly inferior in terms of strength, the divine power of Talona and the death power of the Lich King from Zuosi successfully allowed her to withstand the terrifying power that erupted from the opponent's attack.

Immediately after, Gianna released a cold wind impact and directly knocked the other party away, and the strong air flow blew a white hair flying with the wind, and responded with a sneer: "Hmph! Want to kill me? It has to be able to do it! With your understanding of death, trying to defeat me is a fool's dream. Or that you simply don't understand what real death is! ”

"Who are you? Why is it able to trigger such strong subspace fluctuations? ”

Motarian's pupils dilated suddenly, and his frightened eyes revealed a deep jealousy.

As a demonic primordial, at this face-to-face distance, he could already clearly feel the terrifying cold shadow hidden in the black fog in the surrounding subspace.

As we all know, the projection of a creature in subspace is the embodiment of its spirit and will.

For the vast majority of psionics, at best, a faint flame can form within the subspace.

And those who are powerful psionics are candles or light bulbs at best.

Only a monster like the Human Emperor who can wrestle with the Chaos Evil God can form a projection with a huge entity in the subspace.

Therefore, any existence that can form a unique projection in the subspace basically has the potential to become a god, and even demons dare not approach it easily.

After all, the human emperor's psionic energy shines like a torch illuminating the dark galaxy in the subspace.

But when did he hear that a demon dared to spy on his soul?

Not to mention snooping on the soul, anyone who dares to get close may be burned alive to ashes.

The same applies to the Emperor's only friend and companion, Machado, the "Imperial Palm Print".

As the second most powerful psychic in the human race after the Emperor, he has never been harassed by demons.

Therefore, the subspace demons are all a group of people who bully the weak and fear the hard, and will only pick those psionics who have no one to protect them.

"You can call me Gianna Proudmoor, or you can call me the Lich King. Now, let's move on to this battle that will decide each other's fates. Let me see how many pounds and taels you have, and whether you are worthy of the title of demigod. ”

With that, Gianna wielded Frost Sorrow and launched a fierce attack.

Seeing this, a Death Veil guard immediately wanted to rush to help his Father of the Genome.

Unfortunately, before he could get closer, he immediately felt a biting chill envelop him.

Next Second......

A powerful and piercing frost spell appeared out of thin air, directly freezing him and the other two guards around him in place.

And it was a psionic-turned-lich who did it.

He warned in a deep, hoarse voice, "Don't try to disturb the Lich King's battle, your opponent is me." ”

"Up! Kill it! ”

The Death Veil guards suddenly released the blessing of Nurgle in their bodies, and in just a second or two, they burst out with hot and pungent green juice, melting the frozen places on their bodies, and then raised the blaster in their hands and directly pulled the trigger without letting go.

Bullets containing a deadly plague shoot like no money.

You must know that the Astarte Legion under Nurgle, whether in melee combat or ranged, can inject the germs it carries into bullets.

Once you get hit, you get infected and get sick in that minute.

Unfortunately, these things are of no use to the Lich at all.

Even the bullets were blocked by the subspace deflection field, and the occasional one or two passed through the protection, causing only a small skin wound to the lich at best.

"I really don't know whether to live or die......"

Apparently enraged, the Lich froze his enemies in place with a frost nova, and then began to chant a spell to unleash the famous "Withering of Death".

Moment!

Terrifying subspace energy poured out wildly from underground, quickly forming black-purple areas that were indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Several Death Veil guards and demons who rushed to help instantly felt the life energy in their bodies flowing rapidly.

Even the blessing of Nurgle could not stop this process.

"Damn! What's going on? ”

"It's the energy under your feet! Get out of this area! ”

"No! My feet are frozen! Can't move at all! ”

"I'll help you!"

As the last word blurted out, a Death Guard rushed from behind, picked up his power axe and slashed down.

Burst!

With blood and pustules spurting out a yellowish viscous liquid, one of the Veil of Death's guards was cut off.

The other two dragged him out of Death's influence.

It's a pity that before he could take two steps, the Death Knight next to the lich cast the Death Grip and directly captured these Chaos Astartes, without saying a word, putting on the "ice chain".

The biting chill directly penetrated the survival support system of the power mecha, making it impossible for the enemy to move his legs at all, so he was forcibly drained of all his life force within the area of influence of Death Withering, turning into several cold corpses and falling to the ground.

It turns out that a pure warrior class, even with a powerful ranged weapon, is as vulnerable to the caster as a newborn baby.

On the other hand, Gianna also exerted all the strength of her strongest Lich King, casting frost spells to restrict and slow down Motarian's actions for a while, and using superb swordsmanship to fly up and down, so that the demon primordial could only parry desperately.

At this moment, his tall, muscular body, instead of bringing any help, became a burden.

In just a few moments, the pair of huge wings behind him had already been cut off, and half of his body had also condensed into a large white frost under the attack of the frost spell.

On top of that, all of Motarian's plague and poison methods were useless against the Lich King, who was already dead.

And the life force given by Nurgle has also suffered great restraint.

Especially the pain of tearing his soul after being slashed by the rune sword, which made him, who had always been calm and calm, start to go crazy......