From Yin Qikil's perspective, he could clearly see every detail of the great impurity - to be honest, its appearance made observing the enemy a severe pain.

The third company commander of the Crimson Blade could see its swollen white skin, the maggots that were lazily moving in the sores above its head, and the open belly, the wriggling intestines and the boiling yellow-brown liquid inside it.

He was almost disgusted.

And its voice... seems both enthusiastic and happy.

"Since the last time I parted, I have always missed you, my friend!"

It grinned, its black gums and broken teeth seemed so terrible in the wide open mouth. And Yinzikil saw more, his eyes penetrated the evil body and glimpsed the unknown truth hidden behind Nerugoth's wide open mouth.

A picture flashed past, and a scene appeared in front of the third company commander, which was a burning garden.

Yin Qikil swore to the emperor that he would rather be a blind and deaf person now, and that his reason was almost destroyed by this thing - the existence of the Great Impurity is a blasphemy of reality, even if it just stands there and does nothing, someone will go crazy.

No one can bear such an existence before you.

Unless your will can surpass everything.

Cran Samps happens to be one of them.

He seemed indifferent to Nerugoth's call, the gloomy full-coverage bat helmet was cold and unknown, and the breathing grille even made his voice sound like the whisper of the dead. He did not answer or respond.

Silence can mock people—sometimes it’s not just people.

Nerugoth's enthusiasm was not responded as it deserved, and its face collapsed.

The demon actually sighed very humanely and said in a sincerely disappointed tone: "You really make me feel heartbroken. My friend, I have brought you a gift! Do you know how precious this gift is?"

However, this emotion did not last long, and the uniquely promising personality of the Nurgle Devils quickly restored it to its end and it began to chatter.

"It originated from a pioneer, from a brother of mine. After its death, this precious work was put on hold and no one felt that he was able to continue his work. They dared not, so I took it. I respected my brother, so I had to do its work. In the witness of humans on a whole planet, I finally finished it!"

A smile emerged from its fat-stacked face, and maggots surged out of their different nostrils and soft eye sockets, falling into its wide open chest and abdomen. Nerugoth used its only left right hand to force his stomach, exposing a little of the fluid in the intestines to the air.

"Look." It said happily and softly. "How beautiful it is!"

At this moment, Cran Samps finally spoke, but not at Nerugoth, but at the Crimson Blades.

"Go back to the cabin," he said, his voice cold and depressing. "This is no longer a battle for you."

"But, sir—"

Yin Qikir tried to argue, but was interrupted.

"——Listen to him, you stupid Asatte!"

Nerugoth was furious, and the great impure roared and shouted, "Do you think ordinary people like you are qualified to taste the plague of gods?! It is the masterpiece of Kugas and Nerugoth. Go back, you ignorant ordinary person!"

Its self-righteousness was not followed by Yin Qijier. The third company commander just looked at Klan with an inquiry look. After getting a confirmed nod, even though he was reluctant, Yin Qijier still issued an order.

"Crimson Blade, let's go back to the cabin." He said in the voice channel with difficulty. "Execute the command."

"Yes, that's it, you stupid and ignorant guys!"

Nerugoth waved his right hand as if he was demonstrating to them, his face filled with the pride of the victor: "You are not qualified to witness its bloom with your own eyes!"

After all the Crimson Blades entered the cabin, Cran did something they had never expected.

He raised his right hand and the dark blue psychic energy suddenly erupted in the air. The Thunder Eagle gunboat was swept by the psychic energy and flew towards the direction when it came. Yin Qijil's shouts came from the communication channel, but Cran blocked him on his own.

"Divine Plague, is it?"

He turned his head and finally said the first sentence to Nerugoth, and a cold comment: "Silly name."

"Hey, you haven't seen it yet!" Nerugoth retorted dissatisfied. "You must be realistic, and seeing is true!"

"Oh."

Crane threw down the word coldly, sneered and took a step forward. Her wide cloak suddenly raised, and the cold air roared, and the wind and rain that had been frozen before began to flow again.

In the whistling wind and the falling raindrops of hail, the people standing in the sky charged towards the devil, which was amazing, which was completely different from Cran Samps' personality.

On weekdays, he would never use such a fighting method. It is his method to jump out of the shadow and solve the enemy silently. It is like rushing straight to the enemy like this and head-on is like being possessed by Angrand.

Nerugoth did not realize anything was wrong. The Great Imprisoner stared happily at Cran Samps who was rushing towards it, with no desire to avoid it. Facing the charge of a Primarch, it only did one thing.

It used its only left right hand to pull its wide open chest and abdomen even more open.

The Primrose moved closer and closer, and every time he got closer, Nerugoth's eyes became more and more joyful. In the end, it almost burst into tears. If it didn't look at its movements and appearance, the scene would be like a reunion of old friends and couldn't wait to give the other party a hug.

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But they were not friends, and Cran never thought of actually charging towards a great impurity.

When they finally faced each other, what Nerugoth made was not a cry of joy, but an angry roar after being deceived. Cran—or the shadow that looked like Cran, passed straight through Nerugoth's body, and after a brief delay, dissipated into a cold mist.

In the wind and rain, above the clouds, the great impure shouted, "You lied to me!"

It turned around with agility that did not match its fat body and looked around. The dim and turbid eyes were full of anger: "I brought you a gift, but you despise me, insult me, and even deceived me! You are not even as good as the Nurgine spirit on a pile of dung, at least the latter knows to share with me the bacteria it found!"

There was no answer, only the increasingly sad storm.

It continued to shout, search, and even began to use the energy in the subspace—but to no avail, Cran Samps seemed to have left.

Nerugoth's face was gradually occupied by confusion, and this new impurity who had not been born for a long time was a childish child on some levels. He had never dealt with someone like Cran Samps, and to be precise, he had never dealt with a Batman.

So it doesn't know that 'Batman' just looks like a human. After throwing away that tragedy cloak, all Batmans have a common core.

They are hunters, and shadows are their eternal destination.

Just as the Great Impurity gradually relaxed its vigilance, a black shadow jumped out of the raindrops in the sky and fell down with a tremendous force. He raised his right knee and the ancient fighting technique played a role again. The weight and strength were superimposed together, and the laws of physics showed its due power.

A flying knee made Nerugoth scream in pain. The left half of its shoulder was completely pushed in by this unpredictable attack. The fat flesh and flesh stacked up layer by layer did not play the protective role they should have. They could even block the explosive gun, but were hit by a flying knee.

After succeeding, Cran did not relax his vigilance. He retreated and threw out three composite hot melt darts produced by the wide cloak. They roared and nailed into the skin of the big uncleans, and after a brief delay, they produced a violent explosion. The sudden rise of heat even made the surrounding raindrops quickly turn into water vapor.

Meanwhile, some light hidden in the smoke flashed by.

When the smoke from the explosion gradually dissipated, the great impurity that appeared in front of him had become a miserable appearance.

It was half kneeling, and the movement seemed a little difficult because of its short and fat legs. One of its eyes disappeared, and half of its head was slowly burning.

The rotten flesh was burning constantly by the magic flames. Nurgre's power wanted to drive them away, but these magic flames driven by the magic array were surprisingly stubborn. Nerugoth let out a slight whine, sounding like Lin Lu who was shot into the belly by a hunter with a compound bow.

However, even at this point, the unclean person still used its only remaining right hand to protect his stomach. The intestines appeared faintly from the pussy arm, and its lungs were exposed, and the lesions' green lungs were slowly trembling.

"You..." it gasped, croaking in a crying voice. "How can you...so?"

If he was a mentally ill person here, he would be moved by Nerugoth's true love and felt guilty about his cruel actions. But Crane was a normal person, so he had no regrets at all.

He even wished Nerugoth died sooner.

Without an answer, keeping a certain distance, Crane stared at the demon indifferently.

He was not in a hurry to win for a moment, and did not rush forward to use his psychic explosion to end Nerugoth's realm in the material world. Everyone knows that the demons of Nurgoth are astonishingly vigorous. Nerugoth may indeed look miserable on the surface, but judging from its actions of protecting his stomach, these injuries are probably all flesh and blood.

"I just want to give you a gift, my friend..." Nerugoth said in pain. "Why are you so cruel?"

It raised the remaining hand, and its intestines fell out of its chest and abdomen. Some flashing liquid attracted Cran's attention in an instant. He quickly came to his senses, but the moment of loss was enough for Nerugoth to do something.

The battle between the Primroot and the Great Demon is not just a physical collision. If two subspace creatures really want to kill each other, they will definitely use some subspace means.

The maggot-turned butterfly, Nerugoth, the great impure man with this name, completely dissipated in a short half second. Its body turned into a thousand beautiful butterflies with green light flashing on its wings, hovering up in the strong wind and rainstorm, and pounced straight towards Crane.

It seemed to use this situation to prove that its name is not wrong. To be honest, if an ignorant person stood here and saw the scene of a butterfly flying in the storm, he might cry with emotion.

If a writer is a high probability that he will write a poem to express his passionate mood and praise the tenacity of life. However, none of them are Cran Samps, and they cannot see the "reality".

The truth is that those things are not butterflies.

Those things are a great impurity that reshapes the transformed body with subspace energy. And now, this great impurity is rushing towards Cran Samps.

Do you think this is the worst?

No, no. The worst thing is that he can't move - because after the explosion, Nerugoth blocked the surrounding space with the energy of subspace when the smoke rose. Its real intelligence is obviously much smarter than that stupid appearance. From the beginning, it deliberately showed weakness to the enemy and acted like a mentally retarded.

From this point of view, it is fundamentally different from Kugas. The latter is stupid and sincere, but it is completely stupid.

Now, the butterflies have flew in front of Kran. The patterns on their wings are complex and magnificent, and their bodies are rotten but full of vitality. As the wings flap, some phosphorus powder also spills. They quickly entered Kran's respiratory tract along the breathing grille, and then entered his lungs with endless malice.

Severe pain has come.

The words cannot be described, nor can such pain be described. Crane suddenly remembered the battle he had not yet undergone the transformation, and the battle with the Joker. He was injected with stimulants, wearing special armor, and dragging his dying body to fight him...

That time was also very painful, but it was not as good as this time. Perhaps all the pain he suffered in his life was not as good as this time. This pain did not act on the body or on the soul.

It acts on the 'essence', the essence of subspace organisms.

His eyes gradually fell into darkness, his hands and feet were cold, and his spiritual energy, like an arm, no longer responded to his call. Everything was far away from him, whether it was strength or life.

Everything he has is being deprived of - the power of divine plague and the power of Nurgle is worthy of its name.

Nerugoth's voice sounded in Cran's ear again. This time, its voice was rational and wise, and it sounded completely different from it before.

"I can finally stop hiding myself."

It sighed, "Do you know how difficult it is to maintain such a posture? I have to go against my nature, which is the most difficult. I have wanted to give up countless times and want to talk to you in my nature, but I can't, because I have to pretend to be a fool."

Nerugoth chuckled, completely different from the usual impression that the Nurgle demons left on people.

"I have been imagining this moment, my friend... you don't know, but I have been waiting for thousands of years. Time in subspace has no meaning, but for creatures like you and me, every minute and every second I spend in it is real. I have been waiting for you for thousands of years... just for this moment."

A butterfly flew to Kran and stayed on his gloomy eyepiece, carefully observed his painful face with his compound eyes, and exclaimed.

"Kugas may not have a superior intelligence, but he treats his own work completely seriously. After my efforts, the Divine Plague can finally support this name... It can poison creatures like you, corrupt your mind, your soul, and even your roots."

"Are you curious, why do I use the word 'you'? The answer is simple, my friend. Because my goal is not just you from the beginning. The plague of gods is brewed by the essence of my life, not by me, but when have you ever seen a plague made by the flesh and blood of the Great Impurity?"

Nerugoth laughed happily: "The truth is that you are not the only primordial body on this planet. The man who was cursed had a son living in seclusion here. He acted as if he had forgotten everything, but we wouldn't. Subspace has memories, we remember him. I remember him."

Butterflies flew and coiled, and the strong wind and rain gradually stopped. The dark clouds were still solemn, but they brought some sick green. Ninety-nine butterflies gathered under the unmovable Crane, then flapped their wings and held him to a city on the surface.

Cran could no longer speak, nor could he sense anything outside. The pattern array warned him frantically, but he could not give any response at all. However, in such a kind of despair, he could still hear Nerugoth's voice.

"Yes, I remember him. Vulgan, Lord of Fire Dragon, Undead... He was once captured by the gods of the green-skinned beasts, but was released by them because of his stubborn nature. He was the undead, the immortal, do you know what this means?"

Crane couldn't speak, but he knew.

Nurg has been constantly pursuing the boundary between life and death since her birth. For a god like her, this is instinct and nature. The god of life and corruption, the god of plague and disease. If she pursues Vulcan, then she is afraid she has only one will.
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