"Blonde and clumsy."
Alexander looked mockingly at the mountain of rotten meat.
Nurgle's power has filled the planet with the stench of rot and virus.
If Sanguinius wants to completely cleanse this place, he may have to use a few cyclone torpedoes on this planet.
But what will be left behind is another glass planet.
"All life has weaknesses, and we will eventually evolve to perfection."
Several snake-like tongues protruded from the mouth of the ten-meter-high rotten meat mountain, and they burst into praise and joyful laughter.
Alexander has wings, he can move up and down in three dimensions, and can easily avoid the chops of Roshan's bone chopping knife.
In fact, the speed of swinging the boning knife is not slow, and the afterimage can be seen when the knife flashes by.
But Alexander could always fly behind it at a tricky angle and scratch its skin with his flaming sword.
But the blue flame didn't seem to be able to completely burn the rotten flesh, and was extinguished by the flowing pus after a few seconds.
"Life is far tougher than you think. Even invisible bacteria are far stronger than you."
Roshan's fat and bloated body is not a thick layer of fat, but a purely poisonous substance, which was formed into its current appearance with the energy of subspace.
It was angry, it resented Alexander for destroying his father's followers.
It can feel that the companions around it are completely disappearing, and the Nurglings and zombies burned by the blue flame have completely severed contact with it.
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of thick phlegm spurted out from Rotten Meat Mountain's mouth, as fast as a frog's tongue catching insects.
Just as Alexander was about to swing his sword again, the poisonous mucus rushed to his face almost instantly.
Bah, bah, bah!
Streams of poisonous smoke rose into the air.
Alexander used his psychic powers to isolate himself from the outside world without thinking at all.
Even though Alexander's brain power can ignore the delay caused by time, he still relies on instinct to use the psychic barrier to protect himself.
"Haha, he is so vicious. He uses words to guide me to think and refute, thereby slowing down my body's reaction speed."
"I think you should be the last surviving humans on this planet."
Alexander hung in the air and slashed vertically with his sword. A half-meter-long worm in the mucus screamed and turned into a fireball and fell into the abyss.
If he hadn't moved so quickly, he would have been spat on his face by that disgusting thing.
The Terminators had stopped pouring fire from their bolters, and the entire platform was littered with corpses and broken limbs.
At present, the decline of this mountain of rotting meat is only a matter of time.
What Alexander wants to know more now is whether this mountain of rotten meat came out of subspace.
The psychic storm had been dispersed, and the power of the Empire during the Great Crusade was the dominant force in the physical universe.
If the Four Gods can still allow their demons to enter the material world, then the empire must reconsider the threat posed by the Four Gods.
"Praise to the loving father Nurgle!"
Rotten Meat Mountain did not answer Alexander, and the shouts from his mouth caused the surrounding space to tremble.
He stretched out his belly, and a mouth nearly two meters wide spewed out pus crazily.
The broken limbs and arms on the altar were randomly spliced together again, gathering into bloated walking corpses.
They resurrected again, howling wantonly, chanting words of praise to the loving father and Nurgle, and jumped down into the abyss in a swarm.
"Magnus, it seems that they are really the last remaining humans in this world."
Alexander flew to Garst, who was wearing Skyhawk Terminator power armor, and took out a nearly three-meter-long guard spear from his back.
The power sword he currently holds is only about 1.5 meters tall. Even if it is completely inserted into the mountain of meat, it seems that it will not cause too serious damage.
"It's just a believer of the evil god. This thing is not a big devil."
Magnus responded verbally.
The pen in his hand records all the information that happened here, the howling of the Nurglings, the evolution of the carrion, including their reorganization and resurrection.
The Thousand Sons Guards even tried to collect some of the carrion remains, trying to use their psychic powers to find a way to completely destroy them.
As for the video data of Alexander's battle, the guard commander Juste was personally responsible for recording it. As for the subsequent preservation and dissemination, he did not need to consider it.
"You should go back to the subspace as soon as possible, that's where you should be."
"Unfortunately, since you are unwilling to communicate, I have decided to let you disappear from this world completely."
"Just like your ruined planet."
Alexander inserted the spear of the guard into the ground, and his left hand gathered into a sparkling psychic spear out of thin air.
There were less than a hundred rotting corpses left on the circular altar, and they all surrounded Roshan and howled wantonly.
After spitting out pus, the body of the rotten meat mountain became noticeably thinner. It took two steps forward with a bone chopping knife and reflected a ray of white light.
"Praise students..."
The dazzling white light flashed, and the psychic spear broke through the speed of sound, leaving a series of explosions in the air, and the blue flames immediately illuminated the entire circular altar.
But when the fire exploded, a bone-chopping knife as big as a door panel penetrated the pillar of fire and flew straight towards the Terminator team.
Ding!
Alexander held the power sword and raised it diagonally upwards, and the bone-chopping knife spiraled into the overhanging wall, and the entire half of it was buried in the rock.
The mountain of rotten flesh made bursts of joyful praise in the blue pillar of fire. It seemed to see the Lord of Life mentioned in its mouth coming to welcome it as it ascended to heaven.
However, in this strange sound of praise, there is a final desperate cry for the world.
The walking corpses around him were the first to turn into ashes, followed by the Nurglings, and then the insects that wormed their way in and out of the rotten flesh mountain.
Its bloated and obese body shrank to a degree visible to the naked eye, and its height of more than ten meters was reduced to less than two meters.
Alexander could vaguely see a soul with an emaciated face in the blue flames. It was devouring its own kind wantonly, and regurgitated the weak souls one by one.
The environment is harsh and food is scarce, and cannibalism finally occurs in the last gathering place of mankind.
Alexander looked down into the abyss, where white bones were piled up in layers. It was hard to imagine how many killed and devoured humans were buried under the abyss.
"Attention, there is a continuous gathering of psychic power."
Magnus put down the book in his hand and looked at the burning pillar of fire in the center of the circular platform.
The altar must be placed with sacrifices, and now the conditions have been met.
The corpse water flowing on the rotten flesh mountain was burned away, but many souls gathered into a twisted pattern on the platform.
"Great Lord of Life, let me usher in new life and help me ascend to heaven."
The rickety soul raised its hands high, and a crown of iron thorns could be faintly seen on its forehead.
This mountain of rotten flesh was the last royal family on Baal Prime. When the planet was destroyed, he guided all the survivors into the underground corridors to survive.
However, everything eventually dies in the temper of time, and the belief of generosity and love for the people is no match for the desire for survival.
Warp storms raged, and the whispers of the evil god infected the place, turning it into a gathering place for Nurgle's followers.
Death, mutation, virus, erosion, survival.
The twisted beliefs brought about by cannibalism have attracted the attention of many evil gods, and countless survivors have turned into carrion corpses, transforming their belief in evil gods.
