The touching scene of the reunion of old friends, and the people on the zero plane are destined not to be seen.

They have more important tasks.

The war advanced to this time.

The psykers who had always been in contact with the rear were already aware of the situation, the air formation of more than a thousand planes above New York State had been wiped out, and fifteen minutes earlier the voice of the last pilot was drowned out by the dense flapping of wings of flies, and he had informed Air Force One of an even worse situation in his coughing and vomiting.

That is, he found that many human fighters were suspected to have been captured by the Chaos Demons, these filthy and abominable monsters, turning the metal fighters into a floating monster full of wriggling tentacles and spraying living organisms.

The parasites took control of the plane and began to strike in all directions.

Fortunately, the fighters that have taken off and reinforced from various air bases are intercepting these disgusting monsters, but this terrifying instant battle damage has made the US Air Force department frightened, and they do not want to enter this area to die, which will also directly cause the army that is still struggling in the polluted area to completely lose the cover of air power.

The Chaos Demons, having lost their opponents, set their sights on the earth.

Countless monsters should have descended from the sky in a tsunami posture, this wave of attacks with deadly plagues, directly dumb more than eighty percent of the artillery positions on the human side, and even the missile launch bases that were a little closer were taken care of by the Nurgle Demon Army, countless corrosive slimes fell from the sky, and countless microorganisms and germs spread wildly.

Judging by the map.

The green color that represents the forces of chaos is showing signs of being out of control.

This is the battle in just 12 hours.

They never imagined that the Chaos Demon, which had been repelled by Captain America in Kyiv, would be so terrifying. The rate of agents assigned by S.H.I.E.L.D. to the front line is more than 100 percent, and on average, the agents of each unit have died once, and new agents have been rushed to fill in.

Those who have experience in chaos are more likely to be cared for by demons on the battlefield, and maybe even meet old acquaintances.

How long will the ground forces last?

Carter gave a suffocating figure, fifteen minutes.

Because the headquarters where she is located is the last resistance position on the front line, this position is full of battles, plus S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own people, there are less than a hundred people. Relying on fortifications, heavy firepower, disinfectant and protective clothing, they are still in the process of rapid attrition.

Beyond the position, along with the rain curtain came an untold army of demons.

Nurglemon roared excitedly, the unicorn demons smirked, cheerful Nurgle spirits ran around, giggling and waking up the dead from the land, and more tiny creatures corrupted by chaos were everywhere, like masters ready to eat with knives and forks, slowly deciding which piece of meat to eat next.

Their only advantage is that it is actually some distance away from the polluted area.

Long-range artillery can still support it.

And those terrible epidemics are far from the terrifying mutation rate here, at least the disinfectant is still the top use, but no one knows when it will be used.

Carter single-handedly blows out a particularly annoying Nurgle.

The apocalyptic scene described in the Bible on the outside made her really unbearable to look at it, and the place where the demon of Nurgle passed and itself was a test of human sanity just existing.

Perhaps, the next moment will be the end of the world......

A large part of the reason why the morale of human beings who have been dominated by despair has dropped to the lowest value is that with the current way of dying lovingly embraced by their loving fathers, it is better to live than die or to die, which are two difficult choices to choose.

Suddenly, Carter seemed acutely aware of something.

Storm.

It seems that from a few cents, there is no further push in this direction?

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When he was a child, he developed a bad habit of killing small insects to see the fleeting beauty of life and death. With great pleasure, he plucked out the snow spider's leg and starved the ice moth into the wax-sealed skull. It was a habit he had continued since he was a child, torturing the weakest creatures in his homeland until he was summoned by his loving father, Nurgle.

The human Bullebon is gone.

In his place is Breben, the Rotten Breeder, the great son of a loving father, a Chosen Champion who vows to spread the glory of his father to the infinite corners.

It's different from Father Rain.

Rotten breeders tend to plant, wait, and harvest at the end. This character allowed the Lord of Corruption to walk the garden paths, through the treacherous rivers within, surrounded by the swarm of spewing worms from the Flesh Cyst Hive, and to stand in front of the majestic rotten gates of the Nurgle Mansion.

Father Rain is generous.

Buller was supposed to harvest merrily.

When the Shadow of the West jumped down from Zero to stop it, there was no nonsense, and a battle that never ended was sounded again.

Footage of the battle shrouded in a storm is rarely captured.

There are several important milestones that have left a clear mark on history.

In the fourteenth second after the battle broke out, the all-purifying arrow of light from the mechanical angel Ash, under the illumination of this sun-like energy, created a sphere of light Hell with a diameter of 200 meters, and appeared in the fourteenth second after the battle broke out, and the two Western Shadows attacked Breben.

It's bound to be a fast-paced fight.

Twenty seconds after the battle broke out, the Shadow of the West Undertaker's legs were torn off, leaving only one hand still clenching the crossbow and the incomprehensible meme.

Even if both are androids.

But the direct attack from the meme is still in their bodies, laying thousands of eggs in the lungs, intestines and heart, these eggs that appear directly without reason hatch larvae, wriggling and munching pulsating organs that act as breeding grounds, even androids do not let go.

The Rotten Incubator's attack is incomprehensible, only that it is using a memetic effect to make the Western Shadow kill itself, and there is no way to solve it.

Descending to the material realm in the form of an information group, this level of operation cannot be a technology that these space-time stowaways can master.

Twenty-seven seconds into the battle.

The Western Shadow Mourner, who did not choose the Angelic route, lost contact, and his crossbow was abandoned on the earth, and its owner was missing. And the empty jar of venom, perhaps already revealing the fate of its owner, Chaos will never spare every life, it is so greedy.

Sixty seconds into the start of the battle.

David, a human soldier, suddenly appears on the battlefield where the two sides are fighting.

His body was physically dead, with dried blood, rotting flesh, a warrior who should be biologically dead, and a grenade against the rotten breeder.

"For the sake of ...... Human ......"

Rumble!!

"A tenacious human soul can effectively disrupt the message group, reintegrate it, and enjoy this soul with a stinking piece of green."

Carlos poked his shrewd head out of the shadows.

Then he put his index finger up on his lips and slowly retreated into the darkness, disappearing.

Don't be surprised.

Every time Tzeentch Believers appear, they will bring unexpected changes in conflict in unexpected places.