However, even if they sacrificed themselves, Russell did not think that such a sacrifice would defeat Bao - it was the Great Demon favored by Nurgle, whose power came directly from the evil god itself, and even Russell had a lot of trouble dealing with such beings.

Milak thought so too.

As the Think Tank turned into a melee mage rushed forward to fight the demons, the warband leader picked up his blaster and unloaded the original black magazine with the sharpest speed of his hands and replaced it with a box of golden bombs engraved with the Emperor's hymn.

This special ammunition loaded with powder from the remains of saints is extremely valuable, and every shot must be used on the most important battlefields, in the most critical moments.

For example, now.

Four think tanks who had fallen into a rage rushed forward with the mentality of a beast, and more than a dozen space marines followed closely behind to spread out the formation, surrounding Bao in the middle, the blaster in his hand emptied the magazine at a rapid speed, and the continuous violent explosions were all distorted by the power of subspace, failing to cause much substantial damage to the fat and bloated body of Bao Demon.

The Bao Demon had grown taller than the Dreadnought mech, and was getting taller and stronger, with two faces smiling, and a long, slimy tongue stretched out as if it were underwhelmed, and it only took one wrap to strangle several Space Marines and their armor together.

"Father...... Father ......"

Demon Bao murmured intoxicatedly, its fat body swaying, and without the untouchables, it became more intimate with its loving father in the garden.

Taking advantage of the time that the fighting brothers had bought with their lives, Milak quickly maneuvered to the side of the hall, pulled the trigger with the blaster in his hand, and a high-speed spinning golden explosive bullet passed through the Astarte corpse hanging from the tongue of the Bao demon with incredible precision, and directly into its mouth in the abdomen.

Then came a brilliant explosion.

The powder of the saint's remains burned with a brilliant golden light, and the blazing flames scorched the cursed filthy flesh of Bao as the torture that reached the soul caused both of its mouths to tremble and moan in pain.

Dominated by the tyrannical power of the subspace, the four Think Tanks roared and rushed in front of the Bao Demon, scrambling to pounce on it like wolves biting large prey.

Milak took the opportunity to lead the group forward, hoping to feed it a few more relict bombs at close range.

In front of the Iron Throne, the dreadnought mecha looked at the young men who were fighting bloodily, and the mech's body trembled slightly.

"You want to support them...... Russell said softly, "but unfortunately, your leg body has been completely scrapped and cannot be moved, and the only long-range weapon you can use is the flamethrower, which is out of reach of demons." ”

"I ......" a hoarse mechanical voice came from the dreadnought, but it couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Russell's "purification" freed him from the effects of chaos and corruption, but the aberrant sarcomas and abscesses that grew on the body did not turn back into metal, but directly turned into nothingness out of thin air, leaving only open wounds.

And the legs with the deepest degree of corruption have completely lost their ability to move in the process of being "purified".

Old Dauntless slowly lowered his shoulders, even through the armor and sarcophagus, Russell could still feel his anger and frustration. The futility of the warband's brothers fighting demons and their own helplessness is more torturous than any physical pain for the Space Marines.

Perhaps for him, he shouldn't have been purified at all, and dragging an abscess to die here is more in line with the fighting aesthetics of a space marine.

For now, we can only pray that Milak will use the precious Holy Relic ammunition to kill the demon.

"Impossible." Russell shattered his illusions.

He watched indifferently as the Space Marines loyal to the Emperor went forward and fought the demons with various deadly tactics, and the two think tanks even created an opportunity for the warband leader to fire the Holy Relic ammunition at the cost of their own chests being pierced by the devil's claws.

The sacrifices of the warriors were great, but Russell knew that it was all in vain.

Russell held the Wattaum Reality Perforator in both hands, pointed at the orc warlord who was paralyzed on the Iron Throne with his chin, and said, "This guy hasn't died yet." ”

!! in waaagh Before the force field dissipated, the demon was already able to occupy Bao and kill Astarte, what if the orc died? How powerful will the Bao Demon be when it loses its balance?

The dreadnought was silent, and at this moment he wanted to say that he would protect the orc from being killed by the demon if he risked his life, but he knew very well that it was just a futile self-consolation.

The orc war on the surface of the moon is still ongoing, and the imperial forces are constantly depleting the orc forces on the battle moon, and the beast mouth caused by the war has been drastically reduced, waaagh!! The collapse of the force field is irreparable, and without the demon's action, the orc warlord himself will be seriously injured and die, and chaos is destined to get out of control from the beginning.

Suddenly, a piercing golden light tore through the darkness, and the warband leader Mirak once again seized the opportunity to send a holy relic blast into the belly of the demon Bao.

The demon's angry roar and groans of pain echoed through the gloomy throne hall, lifting the spirits of the warriors, and even the fearless mechs who were powerless to participate in the battle couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful shot in their hearts.

"The remains of a saint can indeed be effective in inflicting damage on this demon, but they are of little practical use."

Russell shook his head, and very unkindly poured a basin of cold water on the old intrepid head-on again:

"Bao is the embodiment of nature, they are vigorous, gentle, peace-loving, and kind—such good children are most likable."

"The Father chose it and favored it, and Bao had established some kind of close connection with Nurgle Buddha-figure, like a baby and its mother connected by the umbilical cord and placenta...... It may seem strange to say this, but no matter how much damage you inflict on this demon, it will be in vain, and the power of the loving father continues to flow down the umbilical cord into Bao Ao's body, and the two are one and the same. ”

So even if Russell opened the cavity before, and the siphon effect created by it drained all the spiritual energy in the area, this demon would still survive.

"You can think of the present Bao as an incarnation of the Father in the physical universe, and you have to kill it unless you kill the Father."

After Russell's words were finished, the old fearless man was completely desperate. He knew it was impossible. If they are facing an ordinary demon, with the bravery and sacrifice of the warriors, they are not invincible, but this is Bao , who is favored by his loving father.

"Is this how we end?"

"Of course not." Russell smiled slightly, and lifted a dense orb as beautiful as a dream to his chest: "Don't forget, Milak is the one who will help me in the future. How could he have died here? ”

"You mean......" An incredible thought came to the old intrepid do.

Russell nodded: "I can cut the 'umbilical cord' that connects my loving father to Bao, so that this immortal demon can be killed." But I'm not as hard as you Astarte, and I might be slapped to death if I go straight over. ”

"I need a moment...... Like, now. ”

When another relict bomb exploded in the mouth of the demon Bao, his form vanished.