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Chapter 33 The Umbilical Cord
However, even if they sacrificed themselves, Russell didn't think such a sacrifice could defeat Bao--that was the great demon favored by Nurgle, and its power came directly from the evil god itself.

Even for Russell, it is quite dangerous to deal with this kind of existence. If the waves go too far and a car rolls over, he may even die.

Milak thought so too.

As the Librarian incarnate as a melee mage rushed forward to fight the daemon, the Chapter Master picked up his bolter, unloading the original black magazine with a snappy hand and replacing it with a box of golden bolts engraved with the Emperor's Hymn.

This kind of special ammunition loaded with saint remains powder is extremely precious, and every round must be used on the most important battlefield and the most critical moment.

For example now.

Four berserk think tanks rushed forward with the state of mind of a wild beast, followed by a dozen space fighters, and surrounded Bao in the middle. The bolter in his hand emptied the magazine at an extremely fast speed. The continuous violent explosions were distorted by the power of the warp, and failed to cause too much substantial damage to Bao's demon's fat and bloated body.

Bao Demon's body has grown taller than the Dreadnought Mecha at this time, and it is still getting taller and stronger. Its two faces are laughing, and it sticks out its long and slippery tongue as if it needs a beating. It only wraps around several space fighters and strangles them together.

"Father... Father..."

The demon Bao whispered intoxicatedly, his fat body swayed, and without the hindrance of the untouchable, it became more closely connected with the loving father in the garden.

Taking advantage of the time bought by his combat brothers with their lives, Mirak quickly maneuvered to the side of the hall, and pulled the trigger of the bolt gun in his hand. A high-speed rotating golden bomb passed through the Astartes corpse hanging on the tongue of Bao Demon with incomparable precision, and directly shot into its mouth in the abdomen.

Then, there was a splendid explosion.

The powder of the saint's remains was ignited to emit a bright golden light, and the blazing flame burned the cursed dirty flesh and blood on Bao's body. This torture that reached the soul made his two big mouths trembling and groaning and cursing in pain.

Dominated by the tyrannical power from the subspace, the four think tanks rushed to the Bao demon roaring, scrambling to jump on it like a pack of wolves biting a large prey.

Mirak took this opportunity to lead the team forward, intending to feed it a few more relic shells at close range.

In front of the Iron Throne, the Dreadnought watched the bloody young men, trembling slightly.

"You want to support them..." Russell said softly: "But unfortunately, your leg body has been completely scrapped and you can't move. The only long-range weapon you can use is the flamethrower, which can't reach the devil."

"I..." A hoarse mechanical voice came from the dreadnought, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence after all.

Russell's "purification" freed him from the influence of chaos and corruption, but the deformed sarcoma and abscess growing on the body did not turn back to metal, but directly turned into nothingness out of thin air, leaving only open wounds.

The legs with the deepest corruption completely lost their ability to move during the process of being "purified".

Old Wuwei slowly lowered his shoulders, even through the armor and the sarcophagus, Russell could still feel his anger and frustration.For a Space Marine, the sense of futile desperation is more torturous than any physical pain when the Chapter's brothers are battling daemons and they themselves are helpless.

Perhaps for him, he shouldn't be purified at all, and it is more in line with the combat aesthetics of space warriors to fight here with abscesses all over his body.

Up to now, I can only pray that Mirak can use the precious holy skeleton ammunition to kill the demon.

"Impossible." Russell broke his fantasy.

He watched indifferently as the space warriors loyal to the emperor went forward and used all kinds of desperate tactics to fight against the demons. The two think tanks even used their chests to be pierced by demon claws to create an opportunity for the chapter master to launch holy relic ammunition.

The sacrifices of the soldiers were heroic, but Russell knew that all these efforts were useless.

Before the waaagh!!! force field dissipated, that demon could already occupy Bao's body and kill the Astartes randomly. What if the orc died?How powerful will the Bao demon who is out of check and balance be?
The Dreadnought fell silent. At this moment, he really wanted to say that he would protect this orc from being killed by the demon even if he risked his life, but he knew very well that this was just a futile self-consolation.

The orc war on the lunar surface is still going on, and the imperial troops are constantly consuming the orc forces on the battle moon. The number of beasts has dropped sharply due to the war, waaagh!!! The collapse of the force field is an irreparable thing. Without the intervention of demons, the orc warlord himself will be seriously injured and die. Chaos is doomed to get out of control from the very beginning.

Suddenly, a burst of dazzling golden light tore through the darkness, and Chapter Master Mirak once again seized the opportunity to send a holy shell bomb into the belly of the demon Bao.

The devil's angry roars and painful moans echoed in the dark throne room, inspiring the spirits of the soldiers. Even the dreadnoughts who were powerless to participate in the battle couldn't help admiring this beautiful shot repeatedly in their hearts.

"The saint's remains can indeed effectively kill this demon, but it is actually of no practical use."

Russell shook his head, and poured a basin of cold water on Old Wuwei again in a very unkind way:
"Bao are the incarnation of nature. They are full of vitality and gentle. They are kind and peaceful races. Nurgle loves such good children."

"The loving father chose it and favored it. Bao has established a close connection with Nurgle himself, just like the baby and mother connected by the umbilical cord and placenta... It may be strange to say this, but in short, no matter how much damage you do to this demon, it is futile. The power of the loving father is continuously injected into Bao's body along the umbilical cord, and the two are integrated."

So even if Russell expanded the cavity before, and the resulting siphon effect drained all the psionic energy in the area, the demon still survived.

"You can regard the current Bao'ao as an incarnation of the benevolent father in the physical universe. To kill it, you must kill the benevolent father."

After Russell's words, Lao Wuwei was completely desperate.He knew that was impossible.If they were facing ordinary monsters, with the bravery and sacrifice of the warriors, they would not be invincible, but this is Bao, the Bao favored by his loving father.

"Is this our end?"

"Of course not." Russell said, lifting a dreamlike and beautiful dense sphere to his chest: "Don't forget, Mirak is the one who will help me in the future. How could he die here?"

"You mean..." An unbelievable idea emerged in the old fearless mind.

Russell nodded: "I can cut the 'umbilical cord' connecting my loving father and Bao, so that this undead demon can be killed. But my body is not as strong as your Astartes, and if I go directly, I may be slapped to death."

"I need to wait for a moment... let's say, right now."

When another holy bomb exploded in the mouth of the demon Bao, his figure disappeared.

(End of this chapter)