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Chapter 280 Tumu Forest

Due to the evil laws of the subspace, it has become impossible to get rid of the other party's entanglement.

Continuing to flee can only be a waste of energy, and will eventually be gradually exhausted to death by the extremely patient Nurgle Demon.

So under Captain Thorne's order, the Catachan warriors stopped one after another and turned back to face the chasing demons.

The noisy gunfire sounded again, and massive amounts of bullets and flames poured towards the children of Nurgle.

"It's useless, little mouse, this offensive is not painful to us at all!"

The Great Unclean One laughed, completely ignoring the wounds on his body.

It vigorously wields the disease blade in its hand like an unstoppable heavy machine.

Anyone affected by its attack will have their vitality drained away in a very short period of time, and eventually turn into a rotting, stinking corpse.

However, the Catachan warriors are still brave and fearless. Even if they are destined to die, they will rush forward and leave more scars on the enemy.

"You are a very interesting group of little mice." The Great Unclean One couldn't help but admire this. Very few mortals can have such perseverance.

These warriors in front of me are outstanding beings in the material world, both mentally and physically.

"You, humble little mortal leader." It noticed Captain Thorne who was giving orders, and while striding closer, he said, "Let your troops join us and serve the great loving father. He will not only save you. Your death will also give you a stronger body!"

"Stupid!" Regarding the kind solicitation of the Great Unclean One, Captain Thorn just held his natal combat knife with a look of disdain on his face.

"What, how dare you describe me like this, the seventeenth most favored person by Nurgle, the great god and great demon Urticaria." The demon said in a simple and honest tone, "I will definitely make you look good, little mouse." , you and your subordinates will become my seedbed for cultivating new viruses!"

With that said, it rushed towards Thorne with murderous intent.

"You have no sense of crisis, devil!"

Captain Thorne reminded him while trying to keep a safe distance from the Great Unclean One named Urticaria and dodging his attacks.

"A sense of crisis? What sense of crisis?" Urticaria said with a smile, "This is our garden, our home. Is there anything else that can hurt us?"

"However, in our hometown, fatal threats can appear anytime and anywhere. With your lazy mentality, you wouldn't even survive a quarter of an hour there." Thorne replied.

This was also his greatest feeling about the Garden of Nurgle.

In addition to the incomprehensible evil laws of subspace, which are somewhat troublesome, this group of demons themselves are simply a group of lambs to be slaughtered in his opinion.

"You underestimate me, mortal. I have great power given by my loving father. I was created by Him. Even a hundred of you are no match for me, let alone your so-called hometown, a threat to your mortal world. To me, it’s not worth mentioning at all. And even if we take a step back, we are great inanimate beings. Even if we die, we can be reborn under the blessing of a loving father. Everything here is like this, there is no Real death and no real pain, join us and you and your men will have the chance to be a part of it."

Urticaria still does not forget to recruit each other, and corruption is a gradual process.

"There is no real death - is that what you mean?"

The loyal Thorne didn't care about the pie drawn by the devil. He first took a big step back and distanced himself from Urticaria, then waved the combat knife in his hand and cut open a cheek growing on the swollen tree next to him. bag.

There are similar cheek pouches growing everywhere in this forest of gnarled trees, with different shapes and sizes. They hang high on the branches of the trees, looking like some kind of fruit, and something is gestating inside.

Urticaria immediately panicked when he saw this, and exclaimed loudly: "No, what have you done!"

Because inside that scratched cheek pouch, a demon was revealed.

The demon's facial features and limbs were just a blur of flesh and blood, seemingly undeveloped.

However, its original comfortable growth environment and sufficient source of nutrients were forcibly cut off by Thorne, just like a premature fetus.

Such a situation is undoubtedly a fatal injury to a newborn individual who is not yet able to sustain himself, and there are almost no remedial measures.

The life force in the demon's body was inevitably flowing away crazily, and its struggling movements were becoming weaker and weaker.

It screams, fearful of the impending death - because the only ones in the cheek pouch that will never wake up are usually the heirs abandoned by Nurgle, and that means true death.

Urticaria listened to the helpless screams of the demon, and his heart almost broke.

It quickly came to the other party's side and picked up the broken body, but could not save it. “No, no, bad rat, stinky rat!”

The Great Unclean One was furious and surrounded by deep sorrow.

It must not let the other side go.

However, just when Urticaria was carrying the Blade of Disease to find trouble with Thorne, a more terrifying fact appeared on the face of the Great Unclean One.

The Knobwood Forest is the place where Nurgle demons are resurrected. Each cheek pouch on the tree contains a returning descendant of Nurgle. If these mortals use this as an offensive purpose, then there will be more compatriots. Will die from this.

And such a result is definitely a serious dereliction of duty as a gardener - his loving father will be very, very, very unhappy.

Turns out, hives feel right.

Because this is an ambush point set up by Catachan warriors.

Long before launching an attack on this group of Nurgle Demon Army, they had placed a large number of explosives here.

Just like Thorne said just now, these guys are really used to being lazy and lack a sense of crisis.

Facing the Great Unclean One that was rushing towards him crazily, the captain just waved his hand slightly, and then a series of explosions occurred in this corner of the Zubwood Forest.

The deadly flames tore apart the bodies of many Nurgle demons present, and ignited the surrounding swollen trees into pieces, and the monstrous flames immediately spread.

The cheek pouches on the swollen wood were in agony due to the high temperature, and they all let out desperate wails.

They are not yet fully developed and have no way to escape, let alone resist. They can only feel the flames approaching them little by little until they are completely engulfed by them.

The flames of the explosion also hurt Urticaria. As a deity and unclean being, its skin was burned over a large area, but it did not lose any ability to move. Instead, it felt more ferocious and terrifying.

The tragic defeat of the war and the death of our compatriots.

Unprecedented anger overwhelmed Urticaria's reason. It desperately went to Captain Catachan in front of it, wanting to make the other party pay the price. In the end, it stepped on several anti-vehicle mines one after another, and was hit by the terrifying melt energy. His legs were blown off, and his huge body collapsed to the ground.

Its lower body was almost completely destroyed, its organs and tissues were ulcerated in pieces, and its whole body exuded a burnt smell.

Urticaria struggled, but the strong vitality of the God Lord and the Great Demon was still enough to support it in continuing to fight. It just couldn't get up for the time being, and it would take time for the lower body to recover.

But Thorne would not give the other party this chance, and the captain arrived in front of the big devil in an instant.

Urticaria barely held up his upper body and swung his last sword with all his strength.

Thorne was sharp and decisive, and directly pierced the Catachan combat knife into the opponent's brain from the eye, turning the tissue inside into a paste.

The Great Unclean One was struck down.

Although its men still fought desperately, they could not escape defeat after all.

The fires in Gnarlwood Forest will further expand because of their failure, and more gestating demons will die as a result.

Not just this place, the empire has invested a total of fifty Catachan war groups, specifically used to fight guerrillas against Nurgle demons in the Gnome Forest, wreaking havoc on targets and disturbing their minds at the same time.

There are now sparks of fire everywhere in the huge forest.

Nurgle was very angry about this, and the hateful cursed man actually sent people to steal his resurrection point.

But right now, He doesn't have the energy or manpower to deal with this small situation.

The scale of Zumwood Forest is large enough to be able to withstand this kind of offensive for a long, long time.

So Nurgle was immediately destroyed.

The frontal troops of humans and elves are what he should focus on, and more intense battles have already begun there.

(End of this chapter)