"Bloated and clumsy."

Alexander looked mockingly at the rotten Roshan.

The power of Nurgle has left the planet beneath the planet with the stench of rot and viruses.

If St. Giles wants to cleanse this place completely, I'm afraid he will have to use a few tornadoes on the planet.

But then there is another glass planet left.

"All life has weaknesses, and we will eventually evolve to perfection."

Several serpentine tongues poked out of the ten-meter-tall rotting flesh pass, from which there were laughs of praise and joy.

Alexander has wings, he can move up and down in three dimensions, and easily dodge Roshan's bone-splitting slash.

In fact, the speed of the boning knife is not slow, and the afterimage can be seen when the knife light flashes.

But Alexander could always fly behind it at a tricky angle and slash its skin with the flaming sword.

But the blue flames didn't seem to be able to completely burn the rotting Roshan, and were only extinguished by the flowing pus after a few seconds.

"Life is far tougher than you think, even if you can't see bacteria, it's far better than you."

Roshan's fat and bloated body is not a thick layer of fat, but a purely poisonous thing, and it is only with the energy of subspace that it can form its current appearance.

It was furious, and it resented Alexander for destroying the believers of the Father.

It could feel its companions disappearing completely, and the blue flame-scorched Nurgle and the walking corpses had been completely cut off from it.

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick stream of phlegm erupted from Roshan's mouth, as swift as a frog's tongue preying on an insect.

Alexander was just about to swing his sword again when the poisonous slime swooped down on his face almost instantly.

Whoa!

Streams of poisonous smoke rose up.

Alexander used psionic powers to isolate himself from the outside world, and he didn't think about it at all.

Even though Alexander's mental power was able to ignore the delay caused by time, he still relied on his instinct to use the psionic barrier to protect himself.

"Hehe, it's so vicious, using words to guide me to think and refute, thereby reducing the speed of my body's reactions."

"I think you're probably the last humans on this planet to survive."

Alexander hung high in the air and slashed with his sword, and a half-meter-long worm in the slime hissed and turned into a fireball and fell into the abyss.

If it weren't for the action being so fast, I was afraid that the disgusting thing would spit directly on the face.

The Terminators had stopped their fire-pouring blasters, and the platform was littered with rotting corpses.

For now, the demise of this mountain of rotting flesh is only a matter of time.

What Alexander wants to know more now is whether this rotten mountain of Roshan came out of subspace after all.

The psionic storm has been dispelled, and the power of the empire during the Great Expedition is the power that dominates the material universe.

If the four gods can still let their demons enter the material world, then the empire will have to reconsider the threat posed by the four gods.

"Praise be to my loving father, Nurgle!"

Rotten Roshan didn't answer Alexander, and the screams caused a shake in the space around him.

He puffed up his stomach, and a large mouth of nearly two meters spurted pus frantically.

The severed limbs and severed arms on the altar were spliced together again at random, gathering into bloated walking corpses.

They came back to life and howled wildly, singing words of praise to their loving father and Nurgle, and they jumped into the abyss.

"Magnus, it seems that they are really the last remaining humans in this world."

Alexander flew up to Garsd, who was wearing the Aquila Terminator Power Armor, and removed a Guardian Spear from his back, which was nearly three meters long.

At present, the power sword he is holding is only about one meter and a half, and even if it is completely inserted into Roshan, it seems that it will not be able to cause too serious damage.

"Believers in evil gods, this thing is not a great demon."

Magnus responded.

The pen in his hand recorded all the information about what happened here, the howls of the Nurgle, the evolution of the carrion, including their reconstitution and resurgence.

Senko Konoe even tried to collect some of the carrion limbs, trying to find a way to destroy them completely with psionic powers.

As for the video materials of Alexander's battle, the chief of the Praetorian Guard, Just, was personally responsible for recording them, and the subsequent preservation and dissemination were not matters that he needed to consider.

"You should go back to subspace sooner, that's where you're supposed to be."

"Unfortunately, since you are not willing to communicate, I have decided to make you completely disappear from this world."

"It's like a ruined planet."

Alexander stuck the Guardian's Spear into the ground, and his left hand was held out of thin air to form a glittering psionic spear.

There were less than a hundred carrion corpses left on the circular altar, and they all howled around Roshan.

After the rotten Roshan spat out pus, his body was obviously much thinner, and he moved two steps forward with a bone chopping knife in his hand, reflecting a ray of white light.

"Praise to the Student..."

Blinding white light flickered, and the spear of psionic energy broke through the speed of sound, leaving a series of popping sounds in the air, and blue flames lit up the entire circular altar.

But when the flames burst open, a boning knife the size of a door panel pierced through the pillar of fire and flew straight towards the Terminator team.

Ding-bell!

Alexander held the power sword diagonally upward, and the bone chopping knife swung into the hanging wall, half of which sank into the rock.

The rotten Roshan let out a burst of joyful praise in the blue pillar of fire, as if it saw the Lord of Life coming to welcome it into heaven.

But in this strange praise, there is a final desperate hiss for the world.

The walking corpses around them were the first to turn to ashes, then the Nurgle, and then the worms that came out of the rotting Roshan.

Its bloated and fat body shrank to the naked eye, and its body was less than two meters tall at more than ten meters.

Alexander could faintly see an emaciated soul in the blue flames, devouring its own kind and regurgitating weak souls.

The environment is harsh, food is scarce, and cannibalism finally occurs in the last gathering place of human beings.

Alexander looked down into the abyss, where the white bones were piled up, and it was hard to imagine how many humans had been killed and devoured.

"Notice that psionic energy continues to converge."

Magnus put down the book in his hand and looked at the pillar of fire burning in the center of the circular platform.

The altar necessarily required the placement of offerings, and now the conditions have been made.

The corpse water flowing from Roshan's body was burned away, but the many souls converged into a twisted pattern on the platform.

"The great Lord of life, let me usher in a new life and help me ascend to heaven."

The rickety soul raised its hands aloft, and a crown of iron thorns could be faintly seen on its forehead.

This rotten mountain of Roshan is the last royal family on the main planet of Baal, and when the planet is destroyed, he guides all the survivors into the underground corridors to survive.

However, everything eventually dies out of time, and the belief in generosity and love for the people is no match for the desire for survival.

The subspace storm rages, and the whispers of evil gods infect the place, turning it into a gathering place for Nurgle's cultists.

Death, mutation, virus, erosion, survival.

The distorted beliefs brought about by cannibalism have attracted the attention of many evil gods, and countless survivors have turned into rotting corpses and turned into their belief in evil gods.