……

Valence and Bulles were on Yax for more than two months.

There was nothing wrong with them and they were supposed to be able to return to the army, but the Soulless Doctors insisted that Valence and Bulus had a problem, and that they hadn't seen anyone who had been in direct contact with the Plague Warrior's virus and survived, so they wanted to study it for a while.

The Tyrone brought with them a medical team, an engineering team, and a huge amount of supplies.

All the wounded were given a hot meal, even fruit and cakes before bed, and while Calidomas, the medical commander of the hospital world of Jax, did not think it was necessary, the Soulless Doctor believed that the wounded would recover more quickly if they were supplemented with sugar and vitamins, and that the psychological trauma they had suffered during the war would be repaired more quickly.

Calidomas thought this was nonsense.

Sugar is replenished by sugar cubes, and five hundred worlds can produce enough sugar cubes.

Vitamins or something, the five hundred world can also use industrial extraction of vitamins to make medicines, isn't this more useful than fruits and small cakes?

But Calidomas can't deny that the fruits and cakes do provide more psychological comfort than vitamin drugs and sugar cubes, and the recovery rate in the hospital world is increased by about two percent.

Yax's life is so good that even Valence, who has a strong sense of responsibility, gradually becomes dependent on Yax.

But it's not all good things on Yax.

For Valens, there was one thing that bothered him.

Nightmare.

Today Valence had another nightmare, in which he came to a swamp surrounded by forests.

"One!"

"One!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Valens's ears, and he looked around and saw his good brother Bullus.

Bulles wore a hospital gown and wandered through the swamp like a ghost.

"Damn it!" Valence yelled, but still rushed towards Blous, trying to bring his best friend back.

"Two!"

As Bulles counted out another number, another man in a hospital gown emerged from the forest, wandering aimlessly, as if he had lost his mind.

"What are you doing!" Valens

"Three!" Bulles ignored Valence and continued counting, but this time no one showed up.

"Four!" Bulles said the number again, "Five! ”

A woman and a soldier appeared.

"Okay, you're so much smarter than Oglien, now it's time for us to go back, right?" Valence said, "Clever head Bulles? ”

"Six!"

A man appeared, who appeared to be sane, but was so frightened that he vomited.

"Seven!"

A bearded man walked out of the woods.

Valence suddenly remembered that he had seen this bearded man when he was living in the hospital world.

His name is Garstead.

"What happened? Varens! ”

Garstander hobbled over to Valence and questioned him.

Valence froze in place, breathing rapidly and his pupils dilated.

At this time, Gastead had no eyes, and the fat leech hung on his face.

"One-two-three, four-five-six-seven." Bulles continued to count.

At this time, everyone present has changed.

Garstander took out the dagger and slashed open his stomach, and countless flies flew out of his stomach.

The woman's body had festered extensively.

Others have all sorts of weird situations.

Even Valence himself, who was still sane.

In the swamp, Valens looked up at the sky and counted like Bulles.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven."

……

The sky of Yax had become extremely eerie, and the original beautiful starry sky was gone, replaced by the illusion of a twisted and dirty garden, like a mirage.

Seven swollen Void Whales descend from the sky, the Plague Ark that can transport the Nurgle Army from subspace to the real universe.

The first plague ark landed quickly on the ground, and the countless flies that accompanied it obscured the moon, plunging the earth into darkness.

The plague ark swelled up with bouncing Nurgle spirits, who played cheerful music and even began to dance.

"Sepsis, sepsis! The Seventh Lord of the Seventh Demon Temple! It's coming! ”

The Great Demon named Septicaemia squeezed out of the Void Whale's eyes and smiled and waved to the demon army.

"Black Death! It's coming! It's coming! ”

The Second Plague Ark landed, and out of it came another fat demon, the most cheerful of all the Nurgle, and the music played by the Nurgle spirits reached its climax when it appeared.

Then all the plague arks landed, and the plague lords walked out one after another.

Bad throat, beggar......

A total of six Great Impurities appeared, and they were the commanders of the Negro Demon Army who had come to the material world.

But there are seven Plague Arks, and the demons must also take on one last heavyweight monster.

"Kugas! Kugas! Kugas, the father of the plague! ”

Amid the cheerful music, the extremely fat Kugas appeared in a sedan chair.

"Stop singing, stop singing!"

"This is not the place to play music, so be serious!"

Kugas reprimanded the demons as he waved his hand and slapped the demons who were still playing music.

"Enough!"

"Father Nurgle!"

In the reprimand of Kugas, the septic directed his demons more cheerfully, while the Black Death danced directly, its fat little short legs often wrapped around its intestines, but it didn't care, and would rather break its intestines than continue to play and dance.

"Why is there always music?" Kugas questioned about septicaemia.

"Because Father Nurgle needs to be happy!" After the septicemia was finished, he continued to play a more cheerful music.

Kugas is at odds with all the Great Demons of Nurgle because he doesn't like to be cheerful.

Kugas was once just a Nurgle sitting on Nurgle's Cauldron, and he slipped into the cauldron carelessly and drank the plague that Nurgle had boiled.

By the time Kugas reacted, it had become a demon soaked in a cauldron, and then he realized that he had taken away the perfect plague created by his father.

Nurgle just stood by the pot and laughed at Kugas's ancs.

Kugas felt guilty, but Nurgle didn't care, just fished Kugas out and started boiling the plague again.

Pampering and forgiveness only made Kugas feel even more guilty, and he vowed to create the perfect plague for his father, who in his opinion was a very serious and focused matter.

Septicaemia and the Black Death, these giggling guys are just squandering the favor and tolerance of their father, and they are not professional at all.

Soon the giggling colleagues shut their mouths, but Kugas was not happy because of the bad reason for shutting them up.

The previously opened rift to the physical universe has been completely closed, and the entire sky has become a pure starry sky.

Directly in front of the Nurgle Demon Army stood a series of massive fortresses, and the blackstone creations in these fortresses exuded the power to contain the subspace.

This even caused a Void Whale to be crushed by its own weight, and the bursting internal organs and blood rushed out of the demon army contained inside.

The wounded in the hospital world have been transferred to various cities in the center of the defensive line, because the souls of the wounded cannot withstand the suppression of the black stone, and they cannot be placed directly in the fortress.

"There's nothing on this planet that can kill us."

"Spread the will of the Father."

Kugas, who sat on the palanquin carried by Nurgle, raised his hand and pointed to the mountains.

(End of chapter)