"Interesting enemies! It's your turn, go meet this genetic brother of yours!" Looking at the golden figure shuttling back and forth on the edge of the cannonball, the Great Demon of Nurgle, who had revealed his true body, sat on the ground like a small mountain, holding a brownish-purple soup spoon in his hand, and the edge of the soup spoon was still stained with a lot of slime that could not be described in words.

And as his words and the spoon in his hand continued to wave, a rotten giant wearing Astarte armor slowly emerged from an abscess on his body.

Compared to the great demon as huge as a mountain, this rotten giant is like a small point, but if you catch a Nurglemon standing next to him, you will be surprised to find that he is taller than Nurglemon, and looks like a small mountain from a distance.

"It's my father!"

If you look closely, you'll see that this rotten giant is wearing the Astarte armor, and his armor also bears some sigils from the Death Guard Legion. If he didn't guess wrong, he should be from the Death Guard Legion, but at this moment he has nothing to do with the Death Guard Legion at all, he has carried out a certain degree of demon ascension, and has become the heir of a Chaos Great Demon, becoming one of the many Chaos Demons.

"Poof!" Luidor once again used the same method to deal with a Nurglemon that was slaughtering all directions in the mortal army, and the thing these behemoths were most afraid of was flames, but ordinary flames could not get close at all, and they would be directly doused by the corrosive slime on their bodies. But after the use of pure carbon, a special combustible fuel, those corrosive slimes can no longer threaten the existence of flames.

Shaking off the green slime stained on his body, the armor made of gold essence is not afraid of the corrosion of these slime at all, and even these slime can't leave a little trace on his body, if it weren't for the direct slime that will corrode the soil and emit bursts of white smoke when it falls on the ground, I'm afraid everyone will think that these green slime are just fakes.

Luydor is very satisfied with his new armor, although this armor is not very close to the body because it is not specially built, and it feels a little empty when worn. However, compared to his special defense, this small disadvantage is not so important.

Standing above the trench and looking at the already formed positions below, Luidor began to count the time.

Time is still a little too tight, you must know that the empire just lost these positions for nearly a week, and now only give yourself half a day to recapture all these positions, this is simply not a test, but an almost impossible miracle.

But fortunately, at this moment, he has artillery support at all times, and the dense artillery fire is enough to shatter everything in front of him.

Jumping quickly from the trench, Luidor ran in the direction of another Nurglemon, a monster that was more difficult than the Dreadnought, and the mortal legions had no way to deal with it. The Thunder Warriors can solve a lot of problems with their combined efforts, but there are still many Chaos Demons around Nurglemon. None of these Chaos Demons were stupid, and in the face of a dense barrage of cannonballs, they cleverly hid beside Nurglemon, blocking most of the impact and explosion with the help of Nurglemon's huge and tough body, as well as shrapnel that was enough to tear them apart easily. And more importantly, with their presence, there was no way for the mortal soldiers to rush to the side of the Nurglemon.

There's no way to sprinkle burning toner on Nurglemon's body, and there's no way to deal with these behemoths.

These Nurglemon are like fortresses of fire at the moment, and if they are not eliminated, it is simply nonsense to want to retake the position.

Paul, with his company, quickly hid in the dark corners of the trenches. Pure toner is such a thing as extremely flammable, and a small spark can make it burn instantly. This is an accelerant for industrial processing, which can be used on the battlefield at this moment, which can be regarded as making it more functional, so that it can only be used as an accelerant for industrial processing.

Slowly pinching a small packet of toner wrapped in muslin in his hand, Paul gestured to the Nurglemon in the distance, which was constantly swallowing a large amount of green viscous liquid.

"It's about five hundred meters away, and with the trenches, you should be able to feel within two or three hundred meters of it. If you're lucky, it's not impossible to get into the first 100 meters. A distance of 100 meters, Kens should be a small amount to you!" Slowly turning his head to look at the blind Leicester Rat beside him, Paul's eyes were not as relaxed as his tone.

This little guy was shot in the eye by a stray bullet in the previous blockade. Fortunately, because he was able to hide relatively quickly, he did not injure other nerve centers, and according to later identification given by doctors, the bullet should have come from a certain conscription company...... These untrained conscripts shot indiscriminately after seeing the Chaos Demon, and they didn't kill a single Chaos Demon, but killed a lot of teammates.

"No problem, as long as I can see a little bit of light, I can hit the target!" Kens's words were full of affirmation, an affirmation from a marksman.

"Good!" Paul didn't hesitate too much, nodded directly, and then quickly left into the distance with a few guards, while the others were left behind to protect a few Leicester ratmen with special sniper rifles.

Don't think that at a distance of a few hundred meters, it is a simple thing to shoot, if it is flat ground, any shooter should be able to do it. But this is a chaotic trench, the air obscured by wanderers, and filled with a murderous green mist. In such a situation, it is possible to shoot a fist-sized object in a second, and also to fly just in the vicinity of Nurglemon.

One more meter is not enough, and one meter less is not enough!

This is a very difficult thing to do, which is why a few Leicester people are protected, and at this moment, apart from these talented Leicester people, I really don't know who else can do this.

The guards Paul brought with him were all veterans, although they were relatively young compared to the veterans he had brought with him before. But being young does not mean that there is little combat experience, on the contrary, these guards are just young in age, and they can all be said to be experienced in a hundred battles.

Hitting a *** on his waist, Paul nodded to the guard behind him, who immediately pulled the trigger of the flamethrower in his hand. The blazing flames flew to the front not far away, enveloping the plague fungus corpse that stood still in place.

"Rush!"

The movement here immediately caused several Chaos Demons not far away, and they quickly ran towards this side with the weapons in their hands.

I don't know why, no matter which camp the Chaos Demon comes from, almost all kinds of bone swords in their hands are held, either rusty iron swords or iron axes...... Don't these guys know how to choose some weapons for themselves before the battle?

Are the Chaos Demons of the subspace so poor?

"Puff puff!"

The momentum of the Chaos Demon's running was nothing to say, but unfortunately, before they could get closer, the bullet had already exploded in their heads. With a thumbs up to the back, Paul and the others continued on their way.

After teaming up with the Leicester Rat Guys, he found that he couldn't do without the help of these marksmen at all.

With the help of these marksmen, not only the death rate on the battlefield is greatly reduced, but even the probability of injury is also pitiful.

Sure enough, there is backup and there is no backup, which is simply two concepts.

Along the way, the fire snake continued to gush, and a large number of roadblock fungus corpses turned into charcoal and fell into the trenches, Paul and they quickly touched the range of a hundred meters of the Nurgle Beast, without the slightest hesitation, without even giving any gestures, he threw out the pure carbon powder wrapped in muslin in his hand, and then dragged the fishy smell around him without looking back, and ran towards the trench on the side.

"Boom!" He was silently there

He simulated the sound of an impending explosion, but strangely enough, he didn't get any sound for several seconds.

When he looked back, his heart immediately cooled half...... A puffy palm pinched the ball of pure carbon powder, and opened its foul mouth full of maggots, swallowing it in one gulp.

"It's a Chaos Warrior!"

Chaos Warrior is a name given to Chaos Astarte by mortal soldiers, and the Astarte in front of him, who is like a hill and has become a giant with his whole body like being soaked in water, is obviously a Chaos Warrior.

With a slap in the face, about to turn its head over to Paul and the acid-spitting Nurglemon, the Chaos Warrior opened his mouth wide and walked towards them.

One by one, thicker than a finger, there are many maggots, constantly crawling up and down in its big mouth, and among these maggots, some relatively small Nurgle spirits are also constantly scurrying around, it seems that they are having fun with these maggots.

"It's over!"

Seeing this guy walking towards him, Paul immediately understood that he wanted to add food, after all, fresh flesh and blood were also very attractive to the Chaos Astarte warriors who had turned into Chaos Demons.

Silently pulling out the grenade on his waist, Paul was ready to kill himself.

Even if the explosion killed and left the whole corpse, it was better than being eaten alive by this guy.

The Leicester rat in the distance kept firing, and one blood hole after another appeared, on the skin of this Chaos Warrior's *** outside, but it didn't work like an itch in the boot.