Due to the evil law of the subspace, it has become impossible to get rid of the entanglement of the other party.

Continuing to flee can only be a waste of physical strength, and in the end, it will be gradually consumed by the extremely patient Nurgle Demon.

So under the orders of Captain Thorne, the Katachan warriors stopped one after another and turned back to meet the demons who were chasing them.

The raucous sound of gunfire rang out again, and a sea of bullets and flames rained down on Nurgle's children.

"It's useless, little mouse, this offensive doesn't hurt us at all!"

The Great Impure laughed, completely oblivious to the wounds on his body.

It wielded the Blight Blade in its hand like an unstoppable heavy machine.

Anyone affected by its attacks will be drained of their vitality in a very short period of time, and eventually become a rotten and festering stench corpse.

However, the Katachan warriors are still brave and fearless, and even if they are destined to die, they will rush forward and leave more scars on their enemies.

"You're a funny bunch of mice." The Great Impure couldn't help but marvel at this, few mortals could possess such perseverance.

These warriors in front of him, whether they are spiritual or physical, are outstanding beings in the material world.

"You, lowly mortal little man." It noticed Captain Thorne, who was giving orders, and as it strode closer, it spoke, "Let your troops join us in the service of the Great Father, who will not only save you from death, but also give you stronger flesh!" ”

"Stupid!" In response to the good-natured solicitation of the Great Impurity of the Divine Venerable, Captain Thorne simply held the Natal Battle Knife in his hand, and his face was full of disdain.

"What, how dare you describe me like that, the seventeenth most beloved of Nay, the great god Venerable Great Demon Hive." The demon said in a simple tone, "I will definitely want you to look good, little mouse, you and your subordinates will become my seedbed for cultivating a new virus!" ”

With that, it lunged at Thorne with murderous vigour.

"You don't have a sense of crisis, demon!"

Captain Thorne reminded as he tried to keep a safe distance from the Great Impurity known as Hives, dodging attacks in all directions.

"Sense of crisis? What sense of crisis? Hives smiled and said, "This is our garden, our home, could there be anything that could hurt us?" ”

"However, in our hometown, there is a deadly threat at any time, and with your lazy and lazy mentality, you will not even live for a quarter of an hour there." Thorne replied.

This is also his greatest feeling for Nurgle's Garden.

Aside from the fact that the incomprehensible subspace evil methods were a bit tricky, the demons themselves seemed to him to be a bunch of lambs to the slaughter.

"You underestimate me, mortal, I have the power of my loving father, I was created by him, even a hundred of you are no match for me, let alone your so-called homeland, and the threat of your mortal world is not worth mentioning to me at all. And even if we take 10,000 steps back, we are great lifeless, and even if we die, we can be reborn with the blessing of our loving Father. Everything is so here, there is no real death, there is no real suffering, join us, and you and your men have a chance to be a part of it. ”

Hives still do not forget to recruit each other, and corruption is a gradual process.

"There's no real death - do you mean that?"

Loyal Thorne paid no heed to the Devil's drawing, taking a big step back and distancing himself from the hives, then brandished his battle knife and sliced a cheek pouch growing on a nearby lump.

Similar cheek pouches, of inconsistent shape and size, were growing all over the forest, hanging high on the branches, looking as if they were some kind of fruit, and something was being bred inside.

Seeing this, the hives immediately panicked, and exclaimed loudly: "No, what have you done!" ”

Because inside that cut-out cheek pouch, a demon was leaking out.

The demon, both its facial features and limbs, was just a blur of flesh and blood, as if it had not yet developed.

However, its comfortable growth environment and sufficient source of nutrients were forcibly cut off by Thorne, just like a premature fetus.

Such a situation is undoubtedly a fatal injury for a newborn individual who is not yet able to sustain itself, and there is little remedy.

The life force in the demon's body is inevitably passing wildly, and the movements of the struggle on the body are becoming weaker and weaker.

It cried out, terrified of impending death—for the only ones who would never wake up in their cheeks were usually the offspring abandoned by Nurgle, and that meant true demise.

The hives listened to the helpless screams of the demon, and her heart was about to break.

It hurried to the other party's side, cleaning up the broken body, but could not save it.

"No, no, bad rat, stinky rat!"

The Great Impure are angry and surrounded by deep sorrow.

It will not be able to let the other go.

However, just as Hives was about to trouble Thorne with the Blade of the Blight, an even more terrible truth came to the face of the Divine Impurity.

The Lumber Forest is where the demons of Nurgle are resurrected, and there is a returning Seed of Nurgle in every cheek pouch in the tree, and if these mortals are attacking for this purpose, then more of their compatriots will die as a result.

And such a result would be a great dereliction of duty for him as a gardener—a loving father would be very, very, very unhappy.

It turns out that hives feel right.

Because this is an ambush point set up by the Katachan warriors.

Long before they launched an assault on the Negro army, they had planted a large number of explosives in the area.

As Thorne just said, these guys are really lazy and used to it, and they lack a sense of crisis too much.

The Captain waved his hand lightly at the Great Impurity that was frantically rushing towards him, and then there was a series of explosions in this corner of the Tumor Forest.

The deadly flames tore apart the bodies of the many Nurgle demons present, and along with them, they ignited the surrounding tumors into pieces, and the monstrous flames spread immediately.

The cheek pouches on the tumor tree were in pain from the burning heat, and they let out desperate wails.

They were not yet fully developed, and they had no way to escape, let alone resist, but could only feel the flames approaching them little by little, until they were completely engulfed.

The flames of the explosion also hurt the hives, and as a godly impure person, his skin was burned extensively, but he did not lose any mobility because of this, but gave people the feeling of becoming more and more hideous and terrifying.

The crushing defeat of the war, the death of compatriots.

Unprecedented anger overwhelmed the hive's sanity, and it desperately swooped in front of Captain Katachan to make the other party pay, only to step on several anti-vehicle mines one after another, and his legs were blown off by the terrifying hot energy, and his huge body collapsed to the ground.

Its lower body was almost completely discarded, its organs and tissues festered in patches, and it smelled of burnt all over its body.

The hives struggled, the tenacious vitality of the Divine Venerable Demon was still enough to support it to continue fighting, it just couldn't get up for the time being, and it took time for the recovery of its lower body.

But Thorne would not give the other party this chance, and the captain came to the big demon in an instant.

Urticaria barely supported her upper body and swung her last sword with all her might.

Thorne was sharp and decisive, and directly stabbed the Katachan combat knife into the opponent's brain from the eye, stirring up the tissue inside into a pulp.

The Great Impure One has been struck down.

Although its subordinates continued to fight to the death, they could not escape defeat.

The fires in the Woods will be further amplified by their defeats, and more demons will die as a result.

Not only this place, but the Empire has invested a total of fifty Katachan warbands, dedicated to fighting the Nurgle demons in the Tumor Wood Forest, wreaking havoc on targets and disturbing their minds.

Sparks have now sparked everywhere in the vast forest.

Nurgle was so enraged that the hated Cursed sent someone to steal his resurrection points.

But right now He doesn't have the energy and the manpower to deal with such a small situation.

The scale of the Tumor Grove is large enough to sustain such an offensive for a long, long time.

So Nurgle just rotted.

The frontal forces of the Humans and the Elves were the ones he should focus on, and the fiercer battles were already going on there.

(End of chapter)