Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 114 Gift

Char cut off the head of Nurgle's beast, and its body melted into pus, and then was burned into a black char by the flamethrower.

The monster did not die, it was just expelled from the real universe.

One day it will be reborn in the Warp, reborn into a cocoon.

While wrapped in the cocoon, resentment will ferment within its heart, eventually catalyzing it into something else...even more blasphemous.

Humans, as creatures in the material universe, are so powerless when facing the filth of the subspace. The essence of these monsters and demons is in the subspace, and what can be eliminated through ordinary methods are only their projections in the real universe. It is like an NPC in a game. No matter how powerful it is, it can only destroy the character controlled by the player in the game, but cannot harm the player himself.

However, after most creatures in the real universe are killed by creatures in the subspace, their souls will be taken away by the monsters and demons in the subspace, and they will never have the chance to try again.

"boom!"

After the Nurgle beast was cleared out, a gray-green virus bomb exploded in the air, reminding everyone on the ground that the battle was not over yet.

Although the Nurgle beasts were dealt with, they still broke through the isolation point's defenses and caused serious casualties to the defending forces. Now countless Chaos followers and plague zombies are pouring in from the gap, and countless elusive Nurglings are interfering with the front line.

Although the ration of Jianbingguozi is no longer limited because of Howard, Jianbingguozi is only an antidote, not a blood pack. Many defending human guards were directly pierced through the chest by Nurglings or had half of their bodies blown to pieces by Chaos believers' shells. In this case, no amount of Jianbingguozi can pull them back. After these people die, they will stand up again as plague zombies and point their guns at their comrades who were fighting side by side just now.

As a result, the casualties of the human defenders continued to increase and their positions continued to shrink.

"Chief! There are too many enemies, and our people can't hold on any longer!" At this time, a man with bruises all over his body ran over and reported the battle situation to Char.

"Hold our position! Reinforcements are on the way!" Char answered firmly.

But that person did not leave. Instead, he stood there blankly and said, "Is this your answer..."

"You should either rest now or return to your position. Don't stay here," Char said. "We have no choice but to fight to the end."

"No, you are wrong. We actually have other choices." After the man said this, while everyone was still thinking about his words, he pulled out a strange bone blade covered with green slime from somewhere and stabbed it at Char.

Char was quick to grab the blade with his left hand, but the liquid on the bone knife seemed to be extremely corrosive, and it actually burned Char's entire set of weapons, making them smoke. Char wanted to snatch the bone blade away, but the man's hand holding the knife did not move at all. Finally, Char exerted force and actually pulled off his entire arm holding the knife.

Char threw the bone knife and the hand to the ground. His gloves had been burned through, and the dark green poison corroded his flesh. His arm began to quickly turn black and necrotic from the wound, and pus and blood oozed out.

So Char quickly opened his mouth and took a bite of the pancake. After swallowing it, the green venom that had been spreading upwards along the blood vessels like a spider web stopped advancing, and then began to retreat. Finally, it was forced out of the wound. The green pus and blood flowing from the wound quickly turned into fresh blood, and then the blood quickly scabped and sealed it.

"You are..." Char recognized the man in front of him, "Dylan?"

Dylan did not respond. He looked at his torn right hand. Not only did not a drop of blood flow out of it, but the muscles were wriggling like snakes, and hot steam was constantly coming out of it.

Then, with an unsettling gurgling sound, a pink bud of flesh grew out from the broken end, eventually turning into a tentacle much longer than his original arm.

Dylan raised his head and looked directly at Char. The whites of his eyes had completely turned gray-green, but his pupils did not turn gray-green like the other plague zombies. Instead, they retained their blue pupils.

It all happened so fast, from Dylan's sudden attack to the time he grew tentacles, the whole process took only three or four seconds.

"I once believed so much in the God-Emperor, so much in the Empire, and so much in you. But what did I sacrifice? And what did I gain?"

Dylan walked towards Char, his body rapidly transforming as he walked. His body began to swell like a balloon, his clothes bursting into strips. His skin began to proliferate, its surface aging and necrotizing, but instead of falling off, it covered the new growth, forming a natural suit of armor. Tumors and abscesses began to grow on his body, and his bones proliferated wildly, eventually piercing his skin and transforming into a terrifying weapon. Finally, a massive, irregular bony horn protruded from one side of his forehead, and his size had swelled to rival Char's.

Howard didn't know what expression to use to face this scene. He had just dealt with a Nurgle beast, and then a person blessed by Nurgle popped up.

Among the four evil gods of the Warp, Nurgle, the god of life and decay and the benevolent father of plague, is considered the most "lenient" evil god.

Because ordinary people who want to obtain blessings from the other three evil gods usually have to go through many difficult tests. For example, he himself worked himself to death and signed the contract in front of Slaanesh, but there was no sign of Slaanesh's blessing at all.

However, it is relatively easy to obtain the benevolent father of the evil god Nurgle. As long as you are infected with Nurgle's plague and then persist in retaining your own will, you will pass the test and be blessed by the evil god Nurgle, thereby gaining superhuman vitality, strength and almost eternal life.

Of course, after gaining these powers, the appearance of the blessed people will also change greatly. They will also become rotten, smelly, and become hosts to maggots and plagues.

But for the blessed person, these things that he once hated so much will be regarded as part of the Father's gift, and he will regard it as his mission to spread the Father's "gift" to the world.

It is for this reason that, in the eyes of the evil god Nurgle, his plague is his gift to mortals.

Because most mortals are weak and humble throughout their lives, and can never have dignity and freedom. But the plague of Nurgle can change all this. The plague brings decay, but not death. Those infected mortals will be freed from the shackles of a short lifespan and become part of the Nurgle family. The price is only their insignificant souls.