As soon as Ron finished speaking, the ruins not far away began to move.
A substance as slippery as oil gushed out of the ruins, sticking to the surrounding rubble and iron, and coating the clock face of the corroded machine.
In this way, a demonic body was reshaped.
He is seven meters tall, and his body length is several times his height.
With the ticking sound of clock gears, the demonic body like a rotting dragon stumbled forward, and a suffocating stench spread again.
That was Karama, the fifth favorite of the Lord of Plague.
As the Emperor focused all his energy on invading the Garden of Nurgle, this favorite survived under Nurgle's protection and grew further with the help of God's grace.
"I will always exist, and Chaos will be renewed and gain the power of rebirth!"
Kalama's hoarse voice came out.
He had just detected that the cursed person had left and there was no trace of any sacred weapon nearby.
The second lost person suddenly felt that he was able to recover.
Now, he has become part of the corrupt machine, supporting the final corrupt network.
As long as he can continue to corrode this place, kill more humans and absorb their souls, he can hold on until the arrival of the Plague Ark and Ku'Gath.
We can save the situation.
In this way, the loss of Father Nurgle can be double compensated.
Under the influence of this beloved of Nurgle, the corrupt network shows signs of resurgence and begins to corrupt the planet once again.
In the void illusion, the speed of the Plague Ark seemed to increase further, getting closer and closer.
Their approach causes the mortals on this planet to feel panic involuntarily, which comes from mental pressure.
The filth on those plague arks is enough to turn into a sea of rottenness and fill the entire planet!
Boom boom boom——
Artillery fire came from a distance and the soldiers also launched an attack.
Alchemical cannons, bolter rounds, and psychic energy bombarded the demon's unnatural form, tearing apart the rancid flesh, which quickly healed.
All physical attacks were absorbed into the demon's body and disappeared like a stone falling into water.
Not only that, he was also absorbing energy from the real world, causing the temperature around him to plummet.
Kalama shook his head, and the smelly hair fluttered around his head like tattered seaweed, and the think tanks' lightning and fire were diverted in other directions.
The destructive energy was rebounded to the surrounding area, destroying more heavy artillery and machinery.
He was approaching perfection, and the demonic body was still changing, just like the legendary dragon, which grew old and died under the influence of time, and then was reborn.
Repeat over and over again.
This is Karama's confidence, some kind of immortal existence.
He snickered, "You cannot harm me. I am the end of time, the ultimate form of corruption, and I am eternal!"
Kalama lowered his ugly head to the ground and suddenly blew out an unnatural gust of wind, which was full of fragments of diseased internal organs, maggots, and all kinds of foul and poisonous gases.
The filth corroded more areas, even damaging the warriors' armor.
"Fear, I am the Dragon of Corruption, the Hunter of Filth, where time dies..."
He said, "You are facing the most powerful demon!"
The cathedral had become a battlefield of corruption, with poisonous mist carried by unnatural winds corroding armor and breathing devices, pouring into throats and attacking internal organs.
The plague virus infected the Primaris Champions and Thunderguard, causing them to suffer and their health to gradually fade.
"Why does that guy have so many lines, one after another, and he almost has more titles than me."
Ron complained, but his expression was quite serious, not daring to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.
A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.
According to the customs of this world, a being with so many titles cannot be too weak. If one underestimates the enemy, he may end up in trouble.
He swung the Emperor's Sword to cut through the unnatural winds, preventing the virus from affecting him.
This is the weakness of the human body.
No matter how powerful you are, you will inevitably suffer some damage from the material world. If you are injured, you will bleed, and if you inhale viruses, you will still be infected.
Just a while ago, I don't know which damn Nurgle demon released the virus I inhaled, and I had a cough, a cold, and a fever.
Fortunately, there was a healing potion and it was cured quickly.
"You guys retreat and get treated. The Regent and I will fight it."
Ron ordered the surrounding soldiers to retreat temporarily.
There is no need to send elite troops to fight against this kind of big boss, especially when there are no sacred weapons that can restrain the opponent.
If the two Primarchs can't deal with that guy, sending these people up won't be of much use.
What's more, he didn't like to scrape human lives like the Empire did and usher in a tragic victory.
Of course, when the situation becomes difficult, the lives that need to be paid will have to be paid, but not now.
"demon!"
Guilliman's voice rang out: "I am the Lord of Ultramar, the Light of the Imperium, son of the Emperor, and he watches over me now.
I will make you fall, not you make me fall!"
The Imperial Regent began his routine pre-war rhetoric. This was a necessary procedure; the momentum had to be maintained no matter what.
Due to the existence of the subspace, this may affect combat effectiveness.
He roared and charged, his Hand of Domination erupting in a storm of metal, and fragments of alchemical ammunition constantly stripping away the demon's flesh.
The unnatural gale was powerless to stop the Primarch.
He was extremely experienced in combat and avoided the sharp swings of the demon's phalanges, while his legendary power sword hit the enemy's body several times.
The final blow even chopped off the opponent's ugly head.
However, Karama's momentum did not decrease at all, but became even stronger.
His tail knocked the Regent away, and the oil-like substance reassembled his body:
"Every death makes me stronger. At the end of time, no one will be stronger than me!"
At this time, Ron also finished the urgent strategic arrangements and suddenly jumped in front of the Regent.
Blocked a blow for this brother.
He slid backward under the heavy blow, plowing two deep furrows in the ground.
"Karama."
Ron stared at the demon with a cold gaze: "You will die, die under the sword of the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, the Demon Eater, the Emperor's Favored One, the Chaos Reaver, the Void Storm, the Second Sun, the Guardian of the Mechanical Goddess, the Swarm Destroyer, the Savior of Baal... the Demon Butcher!"
He rattled off a bunch of names in one breath, his momentum rising.
In the galaxy, no one has more titles than himself, and that too without revealing his true identity.
As he spoke, the flames of the Emperor's Sword grew more intense.
The golden flames wrapped around the dark gold armor, forming a crown of light on Ron's head and golden flaming wings behind him, making him look even more sacred.
And more deterrent.
The Regent was a little confused when he saw this scene. This was the first time he saw the Emperor's Sword in such a form and way of use.
Why didn't I have this effect when I used that sword?
Could it be that the Emperor's Sword, which he had used for so long, favored his brother more? Isn't this too biased?!
He felt a little sad.
When Karama saw the appearance of the Savior and Demon Eater, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Although the Emperor's Sword could kill him before, as long as he avoided the vital parts, he could survive and have a chance to kill the sword wielder.
But now, he felt a deadly breath of danger.
"This is impossible!" he roared.
"Perhaps you should calm down and sober up..."
As Ron spoke, a heavy rain containing purifying potions came over and fell on the battlefield.
The weather control device came to this airspace and released a large amount of purification agent.
The sacred urn bombs have been used up, but fortunately, I have other means to deal with the plague, but they are not as direct and deadly as the sacred urn bombs.
Accompanied by heavy rain.
The filth in and around the cathedral slowly diluted, and the fetid swamp gradually turned into an ordinary quagmire.
The corruption brought by Kalama, the Second Lost, was weakened, and the spread of the corrupt network stopped.
The raindrops fell on the corrupt dragon-like darling of Nurgle, making it feel uncomfortable. It could clearly feel the plague virus in its body slowly dissolving.
Before he could react, a new attack came.
The Regent raised his ruling hand, and the alchemical bolts plowed through the side of the demon's body, and rotten flesh exploded in the rain.
Afterwards, he used the power sword to cut off a small piece of the bony demon wing.
This temporarily restricted the demon's movements.
"Now, it's time for you, the immortal dragon, to die!"
The golden fire wings behind Ron flapped, and he rushed over at an extremely fast speed, quickly swinging out several swords.
He swung his sword without any pattern, but still managed to hit the demon's body accurately. Flames burst out from the blade like a banner, severing more of the abominable parts.
Kalama wailed, barely able to control her body.
He realized that the severed parts of his body were like his soul being cut off, and he had no ability to regenerate.
The sword of the cursed one is so terrifying that even the grace of the Lord of Plague cannot protect it!
The closely coordinated attacks of the two Primarchs left this darling of Nurgle no room to breathe, and he gradually fell into a state of defeat.
Ron swung the sword, and flames surged out to form a perfect circle. The blade cut off the demon's forearm and severed its entire left wing, followed by the right leg.
"You can't kill me!"
Kalama screamed and tried to grow new limbs, but was unable to do so.
Those places burned by the flames looked like they were dead.
"You no longer have the power to choose."
Ron neutralized Karama's ability to attack, causing him to fall to the ground, struggling and dying.
Together with the Lord Regent, he suppressed this favorite of Nurgle.
At this time, the Thunder Guards rushed up and locked up the demon with forbidden chains and collars.
That is the silent blockade device that the Demon Research Institute has been developing for many years. From the collar to the third generation, it has been developed.
Nurgle's fifth favorite was captured and completely sealed off from the real universe.
"I cannot be killed, I am death!"
Karama shouted. This guy no longer had the arrogance he had before, but he was still being stubborn.
Ron didn't laugh too much. Who in this world doesn't have a tough mouth?
That's standard.
He stabbed Karama with the Emperor's Sword, causing him to wail even more miserably, and he was ready to execute him at any time.
But he didn't do that.
"Who said I was going to kill you?"
Ron severed the connection between the demonic body and the corrupted machine and said calmly, "You will live forever. My researchers will love you very much, and you will have the opportunity to experience more types of sacred weapons..."
An immortal darling of Nurgle with extremely strong regenerative abilities, wouldn't that be the most high-end and rare research material, a demonic guinea pig?
Moreover, this guy has merged with the remains of the corrupted machine, so he has to be studied.
At least we have to find a way to take out the core of the corrupted machine.
After he sent the message to the great sage Mao of the Demon Research Institute, that guy was so happy that he was confused.
Because of such high-end materials, they can research more exciting projects.
After all, ordinary demons will die soon in experiments.
The Savior and the Demon Eater did not hide their thoughts at all.
After Karama understood the information in his words and thoughts, he became even more panicked. The cruelty in the Demon Eater's laboratory was probably not much better than being hit by the weapons of the cursed.
And they might use themselves to experiment with the weapons of the Damned.
When the fifth favorite thought of this, his whole body trembled like a sieve and his eyes softened.
He looked at the savior: "Perhaps, we still have..."
Ron had no interest in talking to him:
"I refuse. You do not deserve any forgiveness. You will suffer eternal torture to atone for the sins of the dead humans in the galaxy."
"You cruel executioner, butcher, you deserve to be cursed!"
Karama's hopes were dashed. He roared and cursed: "Just wait, the army of Nurgle is coming, and the plague will drown this world..."
He kept on babbling and cursing, trying to delay time.
Because he is still alive, the corrupt network retains a trace of connection, and the Plague Ark and Ku'gath are about to arrive.
The plague still has a chance to invade here!
"You're waiting for reinforcements, right?"
Ron ruthlessly exposed this beloved of Nurgle: "Unfortunately, you will not be able to wait for reinforcements. They dare not arrive here, let alone confront the two Primarchs."
What?
Karama looked up in horror at the shadow in the sky.
The plague ark closest to Yax suddenly drifted and changed direction, and the other plague arks also turned around and left.
They abandoned their plan to invade this world.
After seeing the damaged corrupted network, the tragic situation of Karama, and the arrival of the Savior Fleet, Ku'Gath on the Plague Ark immediately abandoned his teammates and ran away because he was already pessimistic.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to have any thoughts about this planet.
This is why Ron is so confident.
He knew that Kugath, the pessimistic guy, would not force an attack after falling into a disadvantage, and his fleet had also arrived in the nearby area.
Able to participate in another major war.
The Thunder Guards gave Karama several more bottles of super-concentrated purification potion.
These things cannot kill the demon, but they can purify the plague virus in his body and reduce his power.
As Karama lost more and more plague viruses, his body size shrank visibly and he became weaker.
He was then sealed in a large shipping container with a stasis field and transported to a transport ship.
Along with it, there are more wreckage of corrupted machines and a complete small corrupted machine, all of which will be sent to the Black Abyss Star.
Let the great wizards and the black oil guys in the Demon Research Institute study it carefully until they crack the corrupt network and find a way to enter the Garden of Nurgle.
"If successful, it would be a historic breakthrough."
Guilliman did not know where the containers filled with daemons and abominable machines would be transported, but he was still full of anticipation.
He realized the value of that crack network technology.
It not only involves the outcome of the plague war, but also the entire human race's war against chaos.
That technology could give humanity a way to invade the Warp.
Ron nodded:
"That's right. If we can completely crack that subspace technology, humans will no longer be passive victims, but will have a chance to fight back.
We can actively open a rift in the real universe and enter the realm of the subspace."
For countless centuries, humans have been in a passive position, unable to influence the realm of chaos, and have no way to enter the realm of chaos on a large scale.
In this way, Chaos has a rear area that is almost invulnerable to attack, and will always be invincible.
Today, the Nurgle forces have invaded the galaxy on a large scale with their corrupted network, which has also given humans an opportunity to launch a counter-invasion and obtain the Chaos Network technology that the Lord of Plagues has been brewing for thousands of years.
This is a rare opportunity.
Under normal circumstances, an empire that rejects subspace technology and the Black Oil Man would not be able to obtain and crack that technology.
But Ron was different.
He formed a large-scale Black Oil Man research team, and was assisted by the Mechanical Goddess, the Black Machinery Queen and the Thousand Sons Grand Wizard.
And he also has the strong support of his special advisor, the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, who provides a lot of dark forging knowledge from the secret library.
Today, the dark casting technology reserves of Heiyuan Star are not inferior to any other place.
It can even help some powerful black oil guys embark on the path of vicious skills, just like the demonic mechanical Vashtor.
Ron believed it.
They will surely be able to unlock the secrets of the Corrupted Web, allowing them to master the technology that tears down the veil between the Warp and reality.
Of course, most humans find it difficult to withstand the chaotic energy of the warp.
Even if he had the technology, he could only send his most elite warriors into the warp, but that was a good start.
Perhaps, in the future, I will be able to create armor that can resist the corrosion of the Warp and more weapons that can restrain the Warp, and send a steady stream of human armies into the Warp.
Let the chaotic beings also taste the feeling of being invaded.
Ron looked into the future and then withdrew his thoughts. What was more important now was to end the plague war.
This will give it more time to develop.
He looked at the Regent:
"We have secured the crucial node of Yax. Now it's time to strike back. Humanity needs to reclaim more eroded planets."
Guilliman's face was stern. "The Indomitable Crusade fleet is poised for a counterattack at any moment."
"Then let's go. See you on the battlefield later."
Ron smiled gently, and his troops were also hungry and thirsty, especially the Legion of Terror.
He and the Regent divided their troops into two groups and launched a full-scale counterattack against the Nurgle army to recapture Ultramar and the nearby civilized worlds.
Then head straight for the Scourge Stars and make the Great Moth Mortarion completely lose the war in the galaxy!
Ron turned decisively and headed towards the shuttle.
But after a few steps, Lao Ji's resentful voice came from behind: "Ron..."
He turned around, and the other party's eyes were fixed on the Emperor's Sword at his waist. It was obvious that he wanted to take back this holy sword that symbolized the highest power of the empire.
The Regent and the Emperor's Sword are symbols of a certain politics, and he must appear in more imperial territories holding this sword.
"Oops, I almost picked it up."
Ron realized that he had forgotten to return the sword and felt a little embarrassed.
He didn't have much desire to possess the sword because he rarely had the opportunity to use it.
Just think of it as a large toy.
Under normal circumstances, it is better to use the Holy Urn Bullet to wipe out the enemy than to use the Emperor's Sword to risk close combat with the enemy.
Ron handed the Emperor's Sword to the Regent and received the legendary power sword "Glory" in exchange.
Regent Guilliman once again grasped the Emperor's Sword, but felt something strange, and the machine spirit in the sword seemed a little dissatisfied.
To be more precise, there is a hint of disgust.
???
This sword that once belonged to my father has only been in the hands of the savior for a short while, and yet he already starts to dislike his master?
"By the way, if I have time later, I'd like to borrow this sword and scan it to see if I can figure out the technology within it."
Ron suddenly said as he thought of something.
If such weapons could be copied or low-end versions could be mass-produced, human warriors would become beings that the demons fear.
"no problem."
Guilliman graciously agreed, and sensed the Emperor's Sword Machine-Spirit's satisfaction.
His heart ached a little.
After sending the savior away, the imperial regent immediately ordered someone to bring a full set of maintenance equipment and the purest holy oil.
He wanted to personally apply holy oil to the sword and maintain it well to soothe the machine spirit within it...
——
Dream.
Sanctuary of the Redeemer, miniature garden.
The sun shines on the green grass, butterflies flutter among the flowers, and there is a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
Ron lay in a chair, basking in the warm artificial sun.
He flipped through the latest battle reports. The various troops were advancing at a pretty good speed, and they had already recaptured several planets.
It's just that filial son, Lord of the Flies, Typhus, who is quite annoying. He causes trouble everywhere and tries to hinder his progress.
It seems that we have to deal with him.
However, it is not very safe to fight in the original body, as it is easy to fall into Nurgle's trap. If that being suffers a loss, there is a high probability that he will retaliate wildly.
He planned to change into the Dark Prince's vest to deal with the other party, and at the same time make a name for himself and absorb the dark side's beliefs.
bite--
Ron received a message from his deputy Taco, saying that he had already arranged a plan and route for hyping up his pseudonym, the Dark Prince.
He planned to follow the plan and let the Savior and the Dark Prince hype up a CP like the lifelong enemy.
In this way, you can gain a lot of faith by stepping on your left foot.
Following Taco's advice, he released a lot of information.
For example, the Savior vowed to kill the Dark Prince; the Savior issued a warning that the Dark Prince was extremely powerful and only the Primarch could deal with him; the Dark Prince might be more terrifying than the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha!
That's right, while he was hyping things up, he also took the opportunity to criticize others and take advantage of the traffic of Lao Ka.
Ron got up from his chair and walked out.
He had to play an exhibition match with his own alias, and the operation was quite complicated.
In the void, the Dream unexpectedly met the flagship of the Legion of Terror, the Heart of Terror, and for a moment, the ship's artillery roared.
In a farther area, the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha is rushing here, vowing to chop off the head of the Dark Prince