"You...something's wrong!"
After coming into close contact with Soshyan, 'Slug' Lex was horrified to find that his power was really weakening rapidly, and the blessings from his loving father were also disappearing. The fists that he didn't care about at first caused wounds that could not be healed.
When he raised his head again, the flesh and blood on his face was almost peeled off, revealing his cracked skull.
Soshyan was striding forward. The Holy Sword sang loudly in the smelly air. Lex raised his scythe and tried to parry. However, he was too weak now. Soshyan directly removed the weapon from his sword. He chopped off his arm, and the momentum of the chop continued unabated. He then split open his heavily armored wrist, and cut off all his forearms from the wrist.
"No! No! Great loving father, why-"
Amidst Lex's wailing, Soshyan's second sword cut deeply into his neck guard and sank into his chest with the sound of metal breaking.
"The Great Unclean One will not..."
Lex read while staring at Soshyan with disbelief.
Soshyan just sneered, twisted his wrist upwards, and let the sword break away from the opponent's body.
The next moment, the Chaos Lord's head rolled down and fell to Soshyan's feet, and the rotting body also fell like a withered sail, falling wetly to the floor.
With his death, the zombie slugs also died one after another.
Just when Soshyan thought he had won, he heard the sound of hoofbeats.
At first it sounded like an ancient cavalry sound.
Then he confirmed that it was a real hoof!
What Soshyan was most worried about happened. The huge pustule burst, and thick green smoke poured out from it, covering the surrounding space for a hundred meters.
Through the smoke, Soshyan could hear the sound of huge hooves trampling the mud.
Then, a huge antler loomed in the smoke, hanging high above everyone's heads.
"Oh, damn—"
Talos looked at the rapidly expanding shadow in the smoke and took a few steps back in fear.
If there is any subspace that the Prophet least wants to encounter, then there is only one——
The next moment, under Soshyan's solemn gaze, a great unclean person from the corrupt garden of the evil god Nurgle arrived!
This is an extremely ugly and savage monster, the embodiment of the horror of subspace. Its limbs are like cloven hooves, its head is antlers, its legs have goat-like joints, its torso is like a mountain of rotting meat, and its burnt skin is shining. , disgusting foam and saliva flowed from its raised lips and muzzle. When it smiled, its fangs pulled back, and plump maggots fell from the gaps between the teeth. Brown stripes and whorls were mixed with mud and The color of spoiled cream is its main color, and its huge face is a pair of small yellow eyes squeezed by fat.
Around it, countless Nurgle demons praised, roared, and screamed——
The Great Unclean One, also known as the Plague Lord, is the great demon of Nurgle, the evil god of Chaos and the father of corruption.
Because each archdemon is more or less a copy of Nurgle himself, both physically and in personality, they all bear a certain resemblance to each other.
Every great unclean person always has a huge body, and is always accompanied by swelling and decay, disease and all kinds of imaginable physical decay. Its skin is a necrotic epidermis, covered with hemp. Spots, ulcers and other nasty signs of decay.
The rotten entrails of the Great Unclean One spilled out of the cracked skin and hung like decaying curtains around the fleshy loins. From these organs burst forth tiny pustular creatures called Nurglings that chewed and sucked the The disgusting juices in the unclean body, such filth echo the basic truth of the universe in a sense: when there is life, there will be destruction and decay, and this law will continue even until the end of all things.
In contrast to the terrifying appearance of the Great Unclean One, there is neither pathology nor despair—if the opposite is true.
Unlike the bloodthirsties, who are always full of rage, the Great Unclean Ones are always cheerful, always enthusiastic, and, if grouchy, imbued with a morbid ease in pursuing their goals.
In fact, it is not uncommon for the Great Unclean Ones to compete and argue with each other over spreading Nurgle's plagues and blessings throughout the world. The Great Unclean One is more social and even sentimental. The Great Unclean One also brings his followers Treating them like treasures, even calling them their own children, they take a deep fatherly pride in the achievements of their compatriots, loudly proclaim the glorious achievements of those around them who have been infected by the disease, and express their gratitude for those caused in the name of Nurgle. of destruction burst into hearty laughter.
When a Great Unclean One addresses those ravaged by his disease, he is immediately thought to be admonishing in the manner of a great leader, directing his rotten minions with a paternal indulgence, not unlike those of a great leader. His ugly appearance was out of place.
However, just as this love for Nurgle's creations brings great joy to the Great Unclean One, it is filled with rage when other petty Daemon enemies of Chaos attempt to thwart Nurgle's grand plans.
This rage initially manifests itself as a thunderous, adjective-filled speech condemning those who question Nurgle's will, but can quickly evolve into Brutal, even gleeful violence.
When a Great Unclean One enters battle it is a powerful being, roaring its loud tones across the battlefield with unbridled joy, brimming with the joy of fulfilling a priesthood, pausing only to unleash his terrible magic. Reveals Nurgle's blessing to the target.
While the Great Unclean One is unwieldy due to its massive size and advances toward its enemies extremely slowly, once it reaches its target it is nearly unstoppable.
Any enemy foolish enough to stand in the way of Nurgle will soon discover the immense power hidden under the demon's fat form. Whether the Plague Lord strikes with an iron sword dripping with venom or a plague-torn flail. It doesn't matter what the enemy is, for the result is the same - an unspeakable mass of blood and bones, filled with the best of Nurgle's festering plague.
"...Who is begging me humbly?"
The sound made by the huge demon was like a boiling quagmire, and then the small eyes on the ugly face began to rotate very vividly, and he soon noticed Soshiyang on the ground - the corpse in front of him.
"Ouch."
The Great Unclean One stretched out his plump arm, and Soshyan stepped back warily, but his target was not him.
The demon picked up Lex's broken body from the ground and put it in his hands, acting like a curious child looking at an injured animal.
"We already know your sorrow..."
With that, he stuffed Lex's body into his mouth.
"...May you return to the crucible of your loving father."
After devouring Lex's body, the Great Unclean One's eyes this time focused on Soshyan.
I saw it grinning, exhaling a green mist with flies flying from its mouth, and hissed:
"Your name has been spread in the subspace."
Soshyan stared at the demon coldly, and then put the sword back into its sheath.
At the same time, Yazdan stepped forward, holding the ancient magic weapon Fentian in both hands.
Soshyan took the weapon of the original body, drew an arc in front of him, and then pointed the halberd at the Great Unclean One.
"Let's see how long Nurgle's minions can last compared to Khorne's!"
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