How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

He put down his short stick and raised his other hand hidden in his sleeve.

"Resurrection Fraught Hades."

Miu (no more)

Today we got 7K2! I have to brag! (Lying down beside the ice cave with fur)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 103 My God of Medicine is not a serious Caster

A red torrent gushed out from under Asclepius' feet, who was slightly floating due to the effect of psychic energy, and gathered into a blood-red ball beside his raised hand. The deep blood-like liquid washed across the entire battlefield in an illusory manner, and in an instant took away the pain and wounds of everyone present.

——Including the Plague Warriors.

The treasure "Imitation Medicine: Useless Hades' Lament" is a replica of the "resurrection medicine" that Asclepius once made. The reason why it is only a "replica medicine" is that the "real medicine" cannot be easily reproduced. The resurrection medicine that was actually made and used used unique special raw materials, and it was successful because of various coincidences and a large number of almost unrepeatable accidental factors. Asclepius himself did not actually fully understand the method of making this resurrection medicine. Until now, he is still working hard for it in every manifestation.

But even as a "copycat drug", its efficacy is still amazing. Although it cannot bring the dead back to life almost unlimitedly like a "real drug", it is just a "slightly better AED" that needs to meet various conditions - but if it is really only used as an AED, it would be a real waste of resources.

What Asclepius pursued in this medicine was "complete resurrection", so when it was put into use, the effect that should be achieved in theory was "returning the person being treated to their healthy state before death", even if the body was already terminally ill, corrupted, or even turned into dry bones in a grave. The decisive difference between "real medicine" and "imitation medicine" is in the part of "resurrecting the dead", not in "restoring the healthy state".

——That is to say, for the plague warriors, this medicine is also making them "restore their health."

The "gift" given to them by the Plague Lord is being healed.The lesions on their bodies improved rapidly, the rotten ulcers and broken cracks healed in an instant, the water in the body tissues was quickly reabsorbed and eliminated, and the bodies that were originally so huge that they looked like giants shrank back to normal - even As a result, the armor that had grown on them and integrated with them was peeling off piece by piece.

——Disease and filth are being stripped from their bodies by the imitation medicine, along with that supernatural vitality.

“What are you waiting for?! Attack now!” Asclepius shouted to the Ultramarines.

The people who were shocked by this miraculous scene woke up as if from a dream, and once again raised their swords, spears, and halberds. Even the Ultramarines who fell near Asclepius due to leg injuries, after a brief thank you, flew up again and returned to the battlefield.

The situation reversed in a short period of time. This time, the Ultramarines fought against the weakened Death Guards in a completely safe state. The damage caused by bolters and chainswords finally returned to normal levels.Before the illusory red tide receded, dozens of plague warriors who had been stripped of their blessings had fallen; even after the tide receded, the filth from the garden could not immediately return to the Death Guards - that is to say, This offensive window is not over yet.

Even after the fake drug drove away the evil god's contamination and restored their normal consciousness, many Death Guards had already begun to have mental breakdowns because they recalled what they had experienced and what they had done. These people completely lost their will to fight in the center of the battlefield, dropped their weapons and screamed, and the Ultramarines with angry bullets just bit them mercilessly, putting a full stop to their miserable lives.

The enemy's front was in chaos, but Typhons, the Chosen of Nurgle, and his seven guards were the only ones left. Because of their identities and roles, these people were particularly favored by the father, at least at this moment. Under the impact of the imitation medicine, they were also directly protected by the God of Plague, so they avoided the same "tragic" fate as other plague warriors.

But this protection is not free, their gods still need them to stand still.

Typhons swung his sickle forward again with a heavy and uneasy mood, and his seven guards gathered in an arc at his side and behind him to facilitate mutual support at any time. He no longer had the high spirits he had when he first landed: the Lord of the Flies had no flies, the Lord of Disease could not spread the disease, and only seven of his brothers who accompanied him in the battle were still able to move. He could only rely on his sickle and spiritual power.

The embarrassed Typhons and his guards formed a battle formation and defended on the spot. Then, the Chosen of Nurgle chanted a spell, praying for a blessing from the garden again, spreading them to the Ultramarines blocking his way, just as he had done countless times before. But this time, his spell had no effect - the cousins ​​in front of him were indeed slightly repelled by the impact of the spell, but they did not fall down due to the rapidly worsening disease like countless times before.

The lingering effect of the "imitation medicine" enables them to refuse the touch of the God of Plague.

As the Ultramarines roared forward again, Typhons himself shouted and raised his scythe high. He had indeed relied on the blessings of the gods to fight countless battlefields in the mortal world, but in addition to that, it should not be forgotten that while he was chosen by the gods, he was also a veteran of the Great Crusade.

The seven guards who had accompanied him on the battlefield since ancient times also raised their scythes and marched forward to attack along with their company commander.

——According to the oracle, their mission has changed. All they need to do now is just to "stand here".

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+Asclepius.+

After realizing that something was wrong with the connection in the contract, Fujimaru Ritsuka's message finally came through. Asclepius smiled bitterly behind his mask and replied in the same way:

+If you want to curse, do it quickly, or you won’t have the chance. +

No one on the battlefield had noticed it yet, but he knew that a corner of his soul had been grabbed by the sticky hand of the Plague God. Even though he was using his magic to resist, tiny fungi still gradually took root and sprouted around his feet.

"Declaring one's name before the gods" is also often used as part of sacrificial acts, and is widely used in various rituals to "ask the gods to look at you." Asclepius not only declared his name to the world in front of the Chosen God who was being watched by Nurgle in order to use the Noble Phantasm, but the Noble Phantasm, as the core of the Hero's own experience and legend, was an excellent annotation of his identity - which naturally attracted the attention of the God of Plague.

Apollo is the god of the sun and also in charge of epidemics. The medical profession was created later because of the contradiction. As the son of Apollo and also the "god of medicine", Asclepius also has the qualities of a god of epidemics, even if he doesn't want to. After the god of plague noticed him, the probability that he would not be interested in him was basically zero.

The erosion of the Chaos Gods is the same: once you are entangled, there is no way to get rid of it.

+What a joke. +Fujimaru Ritsuka sounded a little angry, +You didn't do anything wrong, why should I scold you? +

+…That’s exactly what you would say. +

Asclepius strode forward with a smile, and several scalpel-like short knives appeared out of thin air at his sleeves. On the battlefield in front of him, the aftereffects of the "imitation drug" were fading, and Typhons, who was blessed by the true god, rushed out of the battle circle of the Ultramarines with his superb combat skills and the great attack range of the war sickle among melee weapons - he walked towards Asclepius, and the latter also walked towards him.

The mechanical snake swam in the air, opening its mouth and spraying medicine mist into the battlefield. The Ultramarines who saw this wanted to stop Asclepius, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

How could Master Chiron's disciples not know how to fight in close combat?

+Severion and Jeanne Alter have gone to support, Asclepius, hold on. +Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke very quickly, +The Lord of Plague should not be able to project power directly to the area protected by the temple, even the periphery. In other words, as long as Typhons is eliminated, there is still hope. +

+I'm already working on it. +Asclepius replied.

He was already close to the attack range of Typhons' scythe, but both sides remained cautious and restrained for the time being. The servant of the Lord of Plague no longer dared to look down on the "mortal" in front of him. Asclepius could see that the opponent seemed to still intend to defend himself even though his weapon had a much larger attack range. Typhons' attention was completely focused on the enemy. When facing a warrior, this strategy was understandable, but -

——A soft buzzing sound came from above Typhons' head, and the short staff in Asclepius's hand appeared above his head out of thin air, and was obviously magnified by supernatural power. Its sharp bottom was like a sword, piercing straight down from the head of Nurgle's Chosen. Typhons naturally wanted to raise his scythe to resist, but the next moment, he suddenly felt a warning:

That top-down beep was just to attract his attention, and the real killing move didn't end there.The moment Typhons raised his scythe, he was also aware of something strange happening underground: the long snake that was wandering around the battlefield had sneaked into the ground at some point. When the short staff fell, it also fell from Typhons's body. His feet suddenly jumped out and attacked him from two directions at the same time.

This attack beyond common sense caught the Death Guard Captain off guard. Although he instinctively evaded at the last moment and did not suffer serious damage, his center of gravity was unstable. Asclepius took the opportunity to jump on him - even though he was a heroic spirit, he might not be comparable to Typhons in weight, strength, and combat skills without many related legends. But if he launched a surprise attack when the opponent was not prepared, it was not impossible to achieve considerable results.

The silver light of the scalpel flashed quickly, and the wound was slightly golden. In an instant, Asclepius accurately cut the tendons on Typhons' legs at a speed that was difficult for Astarte's naked eyes to see, and then on his arms. At this time, the long snake emerged from the ground again and coiled around the short staff again, and the symbol of the "God of Medicine" floated in the air in the battlefield.

Having lost his support both physically and spiritually, Typhons knelt on the ground in obedience to gravity - Nurgle's blessing did not leave him. Even if Asclepius succeeded in taking away his ability to move, after a few breaths, the supernatural recovery power from the God of Plague would support him to resume the battle. His guards were also rushing to support him. It only took them three seconds to break free from the Ultramarines' entanglement and take the "child" that He wanted with the scythe as a kind father.

But Typhons did not realize that for a skilled doctor like Asclepius, three seconds was enough.

Almost at the same time as he fell to his knees, Typhons howled in anger and pain because of what was happening to him.His guards were unaware of what was causing their Captain so much pain, something unimaginable to the Blessed One.They just waved their scythes at the target mortal as planned, trying to push him away or directly spread the blessing to him, and Asclepius did retreat as quickly as they thought. opened--

——With a stream of rotten and smelly black blood, and the heart of the Death Guard Captain Typhons, which was deformed due to disease and even beat slowly due to supernatural vitality. At the same time, a golden amulet was flashing brightly in the place where the heart was.

Under the roar of Nurgle's Chosen, Asclepius laughed almost crazily in the center of the battlefield with a viciousness that a doctor should not have. He threw away the filthy heart, and carelessly used his sleeves stained with rotten blood to pad his palms, and roughly pulled off the bird-beak mask on his face:

"Come on, let's see who falls first?" he said with a smile.

The same black blood was welling up from his throat, staining his lips black.But Asclepius didn't care at all.

Mi (six o'clock)

This is an episode that even the cool guy would turn on the lights and turn around after watching.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 104 Do You Really Think the Grand Master Is Dead?

Pain. The burning pain was exploding from his heart to his limbs.

The man who suffered this asked himself in agony: how many years had it been since he had followed the teachings of the loving Father, since he had last felt this pain? Seven hundred years? Seven thousand years? He forgot. But could an Astarte, especially one as blessed as he, forget something so impressive? He did not know. It was too painful for him to think.

The amulet filled with the Emperor's psychic energy flickered tenaciously on Typhon's chest. It was a top-level amulet made by Fujimaru Ritsuka himself and given to Asclepius before the expedition as a precaution. It could continuously draw the Emperor's psychic energy to remove pollution just by existing near Chaos, let alone now, when it was directly stuffed into the Plague Warrior's chest.

The other heart that was intact in his chest continued to pump out black blood, trying to wash the new colleague with filth and extinguish the golden flame on it. But this only made the harmful spiritual energy spread more quickly in his body, increasing his pain. In this pain, Typhons waved his not-so-clever hands in a disorderly manner, trying to dig out the dangerous foreign body embedded in his body.

The gift from the garden was both a help and a curse at this time - if it were not for the protection and gift from the grandfather god that brought him extremely strong vitality and resilience, he would probably have been burned to ashes by the psychic power of the cursed, and would not have been able to move his hands whose tendons had just been cut; but because of this extremely strong vitality and resilience, he had to continue to endure this torture, and even the rib plates that had just been cut by Asclepius with his psychic power began to grow and heal again, adding unnecessary difficulty to the process of removing the foreign body.

If he could still spare some energy to perceive the outside world, then perhaps the fact that "Asclepius is not having a good time either" would make him feel better. After the amulet given by Fujimaru Ritsuka left the God of Medicine, the speed at which Nurgle eroded his spiritual base immediately increased significantly. Invisible mycelium in the High Heavens entangled his hands and feet, and in the real universe, obvious pollution also began to appear from the ends of Asclepius' limbs.

The pain of the disease began to torture his mind, and the two mutually exclusive psychic energies began to attack each other with his body as the battlefield. Asclepius's breathing became difficult, and the fishy and sweet blood flowed back into his mouth due to the continuous changes in the disease until he had to spit it out of his body. Even so, he still stood staggeringly in place, and even drove away any Ultramarines who tried to approach him and help him leave the center of the battlefield:

"Get out of here! You bunch of idiots! Can't you see that the pathogens here are spreading?!" He waved his arms, letting the long snake swim quickly around him, creating a temporarily safe distance - and the metal surface of the mechanical long snake didn't seem to be as shiny as before, "You might as well use that energy to perform another disinfection prevention procedure! Don't bother me! Don't underestimate the doctor's physical strength and endurance!"

Asclepius was actually no longer able to perceive what was happening around him. This had nothing to do with the pain that was tormenting him, but simply because another being wanted to disrupt his consciousness.

I admire you, the huge and distant voice said. Join us and free yourself from the suffering of this reality, and I will give you what you want.

Asclepius ignored the voice. He tried to focus on reality and see the battlefield clearly. He caught the sound of Typhons crying and praying loudly, and realized that one of the enemy's guards was trying to help him - using a rusty short knife to dig out the amulet placed in the heart of one of the Chosen of Nurgle. He used all his will to try to drive the long snake to drive the plague soldier away, but the next moment he was hit by a bomb flying from nowhere.

The good news was that Asclepius didn't put up any decent defense for himself, and the bomb passed through him without causing the kind of fatal damage that the bomb theoretically should have caused; the bad news was that he did fall to the ground because of this sudden attack.

This large-caliber bullet simply passed by and hollowed out almost half of his abdominal cavity. In the current situation, the pain itself was not a big deal. What made Asclepius feel more uncomfortable was the blood that was flowing back. The sticky black blood almost blocked his trachea.

Heroic spirits don't need to breathe, but this is still annoying to Asclepius. He turned his head and tried to spit out the rotten blood. In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of foot armor that did not belong to the Ultramarines or the Death Guard quickly passing by his eyes, and the red lotus-like hellfire began to ignite on the battlefield. He didn't clearly realize what was happening on the battlefield, but he still smiled at what he saw:

"High temperature disinfection... yes... that's it..."

Asclepius felt as if he were slowly sinking into the mire.

Why don't you respond? Why do you refuse? I know what you want, I can see your life. The huge and distant voice said again. You were killed by the gods because you were too outstanding and even shook the authority of the god of death. You want a world without death. I hate death just as much, I think we will get along well.

When he opened his eyes again, Asclepius saw a huge figure sitting in the lush green vegetation. Countless deformed and strange plants clustered around the figure, growing, rotting, falling into mud, and sprouting again. Even though they undoubtedly showed strong vitality, even though they kept growing in a cycle, this scene still did not make people feel full of vitality, but full of diseased decay and decayed silence.

Asclepius closed his eyes. The illusion of slowly sinking in the mud was enough to bother him, and he was too lazy to say even one more word to the stupid god.

But the stupid god obviously had no intention of letting him go.

Don't you long for such a world? Everyone is no longer troubled by the destined death, and everyone can be resurrected after death. You made that medicine, isn't it also for such a world? What you have spent your whole life pursuing is easy for me. Join me and become my servant - you can use my divine power for what you like.

Asclepius still did not respond. But then, another strange pulling feeling made him frown, and a clear female voice exploded in his mind without warning:

+You *Nostramo* moron, what are you talking about! Asclepius is my Servant! Get your claws off him! +

Asclepius opened his eyes again in shock. He saw the red shield-shaped pattern of the Command Seal on the back of Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand floating above him, with countless slender red lines hanging down from it, gently wrapping around his limbs, pulling him out of the illusory swamp. The surrounding vegetation and branches clearly opposed what this outsider was doing. In the high and far-reaching anger emanating from the huge body, they came alive and tried to attack the loose pattern in the air. And Asclepius finally spoke his first words at this time:

"You are really crazy!" These words were obviously not directed at the huge figure on the seat, but at the owner of the Command Spell, "If you use the connection of the contract like this, you will only get yourself involved!"

+Then let me watch you die? This is even more unacceptable than death! +Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice gradually became like an echo in his ears, which seemed to indicate that she was actively strengthening the bond in the contract: +I am the Grand Master, you put your trust in me, how could I let you encounter such a thing! +

"I asked for this, with you -" Asclepius shouted anxiously, and the backflow of blood penetrated into his trachea, causing him to choke and cough, making him unable to finish the sentence.He was still rising slowly under the pull of the red line, but the force pulling him downwards gradually became stronger.

+What nonsense are you talking about? The mistakes of subordinates are also the commander's responsibility! From the moment I agreed to let you come with me, I was mentally prepared for such risks! +

The originally bright red shield-shaped emblem suddenly flashed with golden light at this moment, and the diseased branches that surrounded it shrank back. The golden light even flowed down along the thread representing "fate" and passed to Asclepius, further removing the disease curse he had suffered, while also slightly weakening the pull in the mire.

Why don't you respond to me? Why do you reject me? The huge and distant voice was finally tinged with anger, and the illusory swamp seemed to come alive, twisting into a big hand and grabbing Asclepius's whole body.

He seemed to hear Fujimaru Ritsuka groan in pain, but it seemed not, because his ears were soon filled with the crackling and burning sounds caused by the red lines stained with pure golden light - they were trying to burn dry the hand that had turned into a swamp and rescue Asclepius from it, but in fact the effect was only a drop in the bucket.

The enormous force of that hand was almost impossible to resist, and even the shield-shaped emblem in mid-air sank a little.

——If this continues, Fujimaru Ritsuka will really only get himself into trouble. This is what Asclepius judged.

Don't you long for the vision you have pursued your whole life? The voice still tried to tempt, but Asclepius only sneered in response.

"You're wrong about one thing, stupid god." He responded to the Lord of Plague for the first time. "The reason why I pursue 'immortality' is to defend the dignity of mankind and free them from the control of the gods. I have indeed repeated my life many times with this obsession - and I have made some progress in my reincarnations again and again."

The diseased area on the surface of Asclepius's body suddenly expanded rapidly, and in almost an instant, he became illogically dying. He had already decided that this time he would respond to the Lord of Plague for the last time: "'Death' itself is also an important 'dignity' that makes 'human beings' become 'human beings'."

The next moment, all the thin lines connected to the shield emblem broke, and the shield emblem emitting golden light rose rapidly under the reaction force. Asclepius, who had cut off his own retreat, just sneered, and used his own eroded and broken spiritual body as an ignition mechanism to detonate the Emperor's spiritual energy that had been actively accumulated in his body since just now and was not used to resist the plague curse.

——Asclepius, as he said, clearly rejected the invitation of the god of plague with death and defended his dignity as a human being.

In the explosion of the annihilation of the spiritual foundation, golden light shone brightly, and the creatures in the Garden of Nurgle screamed and quickly retreated, but they could not avoid their fate of being burned and completely reduced to nothingness. Amid the heavy sigh of the kind father, a piece of withered dead land that no living creature could step on suddenly appeared in the lush garden. Compared with the area of ​​the entire garden, it was insignificant, but it was a stubborn scar that seemed to emit the heat of the cursed forever.

At the top of the bell tower of the Tyros Cathedral, Fujimaru Ritsuka angrily hammered her left hand, which was almost burnt by psychic energy, on the railing in front of her. Digris was trembling when she saw it, but she seemed to feel almost no pain, and this action caused the ceramic steel railing to make a loud and crisp sound.

"...Somni, let the 'Plane Moon' locate this coordinate." She was obviously angry, but her tone was relatively calm. She even pulled up the communication interface of Chaldea. While using psychic energy to heal her left hand with the Command Seal, she used her right hand to input some seemingly contradictory coordinates on it.

Apart from the fact that the coordinates themselves could not possibly exist, all of Fujimaru Ritsuka's actions were quite logical, which gave the think tank director some illusions, but Arjuna commented with certainty: "She is mad."

"I didn't," Fujimaru Ritsuka retorted, "I just decided that after this war is over, I must go to the Lord of Plague's garden for a pleasant spring outing. I am very calm and I didn't make a mistake in the order of things to do, right?"

Diglis was equally convinced by this: she was mad.

Miu (Leopard)

Today is 7K4! Don’t say it’s short! (Snorting angrily)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 105: A great result of one against eight, and then I surrender

The appearance of a Night Lords Terminator on the battlefield inevitably caused a little commotion among the Ultramarines - until they realized that Sevatar was heading straight for the Plague Marines.

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The order was updated. -The shadow of Jeanne Alter floating beside him, which only Sevatar could see, said through the spirit link of the Ortenaus modification, -from "repel the Plague Soldiers" to "kill Typhons". -

Sevata used a little of his peripheral vision to glance at Asclepius, who had fallen to the ground due to a bullet fired by Typhon's Terminator guard, and sneered:

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I can totally understand why the command was like this. -

The red flames suddenly caught up with the chainsaw halberd in his hand, and Sevatar passed by the fallen Asclepius at a speed that the Iron Knight Terminator armor usually could not achieve. After realizing this change, Typhon's guards raised their grenade launchers, and the bullets with filthy curses rained down on him, but under the effect of various force field generators on the armor, they did not cause more damage than the raindrops.

In a flash, the melee attack ranges of the chainsaw halberd and the scythe overlapped.

A guard beside Typhons came forward, intending to protect the Chosen of Nurgle and another guard brother beside him who was trying to help him get rid of his painful current situation. He was very confident in his martial arts - and as a large plague warrior, his arm span was longer, and the range of the war scythe that could harvest was also larger. He didn't know where this midnight lord who suddenly appeared and came with such a fierce momentum came from, but it didn't prevent him from making a guess: even if it was a midnight lord, it was highly likely that he didn't often come into contact with alien weapons such as war scythes. When dealing with the treacherous killing path of such a weapon, he was optimistic that the opponent might feel flustered and thus quickly reveal his flaws.