Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 388: The Great Demon Blocking Battle

Almost half of Tokyo was submerged in sea water, and people taking refuge on high ground noticed the tsunami gradually receding, and the strong winds and heavy rains weakening.

But they didn't show any expressions of relief or happiness on their faces. Instead, they became more terrified and uneasy.

The dark clouds gathered into a huge vortex above their heads, and the strange green light made it clearly visible to everyone.

The rain did weaken, but soon people noticed that the rain that was blown in by the wind was sticky and green, and it also gave off a strong stench, just like the sewage gushing out of a broken sewer pipe;
People who were drenched by the green rain did not take it seriously at first, but soon they developed various discomfort symptoms such as fever, colds, abdominal pain, etc.; healthy adults could barely endure this sudden pain, but the elderly, children and some people with low immunity were in much more serious situations. Some people have screamed in pain, fallen to the ground, convulsed or vomited.

The crowd became chaotic again, and frightened people rushed into the buildings desperately, fearing that they would be contaminated by the ominous green rain.

The situation of other people who took refuge in buildings and were not aware of or contaminated by the green rain was not much better - they found a large number of rats crawling out from every corner.

At first they thought it was just the survival instinct of living things to seek benefits and avoid harm, until they saw in horror that the rats pounced on them like crazy with red eyes and then bit them violently.

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The strong unknown energy interference released by the vortex of dark clouds towards the sky and the ground made all monitoring and communication equipment ineffective. No one knew how this doomsday catastrophe would develop further, and no one knew where the source of the new strange changes came from.

Only the Sword of Revelation warriors who fought within the Well of Chaos knew clearly.

The Black Death shook a rusty green bell in his hand, which was as big as a clock to ordinary people. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth and countless maggots rolling under his tongue, and sang an extremely ugly song loudly.

Dense swarms of fat flies with a stench of decay swarmed out from the surface of the Warp lake beneath it, with three rotten green circles on their backs symbolizing the blessing of the Lord of Plague; they swept in all directions like a tsunami; Nurglings crawled out from all over the pus and scabies on the huge body of the Black Death, these evil little imps giggled along with their master, and gathered in groups of three or five, stacking up into tall individuals like circus Jenga.

The great demon under the command of Nurgle, the Lord of Plague, the Great Unclean One!
Unlike the two great demons, the bloodthirsty Baron and the secret keeper Xipara, the former was summoned into this world as a second-generation dragon and the latter was summoned into this world as a large number of cloned bodies as a container. They are not complete in any way.

But the Black Death was different. It descended directly from the subspace into the Nibelung created by Vashtor. It was not oppressed by the real world, and its power and form were not impaired.

What's more, even in the garden of the Lord of Plague, the Black Death is one of the few powerful ones.

The plague and psychic energy it carried were so powerful that the mechanical central tower built by Vashtor had been corrupted and twisted, with pieces of rotten green flesh and keratin spreading wildly upward along the central tower; even the real world outside the well was slightly affected by the concept of the birth of the great demon Black Death, and the disease spread as a result.

"For the Emperor! For Mankind! For the Sword of Revelation!"

The roars exploding from the breathing grilles of the warriors' helmets even drowned out the singing of the Black Death for a moment. Although they were born in peacetime and this was the first time they had witnessed this enemy that was more evil and terrifying than nightmares, after undergoing surgery and baptism, they possessed the same qualities as those warriors who fought for the Emperor in another dark universe.

Fight to the death and never retreat!

The ammunition saved in the previous battle with the evil mechanical construct army was now all used up. The Destroyer Squad equipped with the "Burning Blood" alchemical incinerator used blazing flames to tear dozens of gaps in the tsunami-like tide of flies, burning these filthy scum into ashes with the highest efficiency;
Those filthy flies that had temporarily escaped the Emperor's wrath swooped down on the other warriors, trying to blur their vision while gnawing at their armor with a head-numbing crunching sound.

But the warriors could still see the ugly appearance of the enemies. They maintained their formation and fought in coordination. The stacked Nurglings looked ridiculous in front of them. The evil imps that attacked one by one were killed by the warriors with their superb martial arts. The smelly pus and blood covered their gorgeous golden-red power armor.

But... the Great Unclean Ones are not beings that can be defeated and destroyed simply by relying on courage.

As soon as the Black Death crawled out of the subspace rift, the Destroyer Squad equipped with the Inferno Missile opened fire on it immediately; however, an astonishing change occurred during the flight of the Inferno Missile: first, the metal on the surface of the missile turned into a rusty green, and then the infected green flesh and maggots drilled out from the inside of the missile and completely enveloped it;
Finally it sprouted a pair of fleshy, bat-like wings—then turned and flew back to attack the warriors who had launched it.

Not only the Infernal Missiles, but also the explosive bombs and heavy explosive bombs fired at the Great Unclean Ones... Either they disappeared after creating ripples in the filthy air like a pebble falling into water, or they all "came to life" like the Infernal Missile.

The weirdness of the power of chaos was fully demonstrated at this moment.

However, the Black Death's smile began to become less happy: it was originally wandering in the warp to help the Father of Plague Gorgas to find the viruses and bacteria needed to brew the most powerful disease in history. The other party told it that after the virus was prepared, it would make Father Nurgle laugh happily;
As a result, it was suddenly summoned to this narrow and strange place. It was not summoned by a devout believer, but by Vashtor's cold mechanical creation.

The Black Death was of course aware of the name of the Lord of the Soul Forge, and Father Nurgle would often equip little Mortarion's legion with some not-so-cute new toys from him.

As for the reason for summoning it... it will not sign any contract with the Lord of the Forge. Only those poor creatures who are anxious to show favor to the Holy Father will do such a thing. Even though it is not as favored by the Holy Father as "Father Plague" Gugas and "Father Rain" Rotigus, it is also one of the Holy Father's favorites.

The pair of narrow and cunning eyes on the Black Death's ugly face rolled around, focusing on the new toys in front of him that looked like cursed beings.

"Put down your weapons, stop, abandon your silent, indifferent and ruthless lying god," it shook the bell, "join the garden of the Holy Father. The Holy Father Nurgle is very generous. It will give you eternal blessings. You will not die in the garden, nor will there be pain. There will only be eternal joy and laughter!"

The Great Unclean One's preaching had no effect. Just like other cursed toys it encountered in other human worlds in the real universe, not all Astartes were as wise as the Death Guard and chose to throw themselves into the arms of the Father.

The Black Death was a little angry, especially when he saw his lovely Nurglings being slaughtered one-sidedly.

It opened its mouth and spewed out a poisonous gas filled with maggots, weaving it into a plague curse with its psychic power—

Five corrupt officials are coming!

The pure marks made of wax on the armor surfaces of the warriors of the Sword of Revelation burned up instantly.

Even the sigils soaked in the light of faith and inscribed with holy blessing prayers could not provide the warriors with any more protection from the direct psychic attacks of the Great Unclean Ones; they stood their ground for a little while longer, killing as many demons as possible, but the psychic curse of plague and disease still caused them to fall, and blood gushed out of the breathing grilles of their helmets.

"No, no," Black Death muttered, "It shouldn't be like this."

This was different from what it had imagined. The power of the Holy Father's plague was not reflected in these little toys. It was also expecting that this group of Astartes would grow beautiful necrotic tissue and tumors after being defiled by the Five Corruptions. Perhaps a few of them would be able to appreciate the beauty of the Holy Father's blessing.

But no, even after death, these people did not show any signs of being tainted by the plague, and even the blood that flowed was an unpleasant red color.

What's even more bizarre is that the souls of the Astartes killed by it were protected by a golden veil of light, which took them to other places; its attempt to capture them and bring them into the Garden of the Father also failed.

This couldn't help but remind the Black Death of the golden monsters created by the cursed man... and those silver ones... which made it uneasy.

It raised its head and looked upward with its narrow and cunning eyes. Its sight passed through Vashtor's mechanical creation, through the invisible portal of this space, and saw the world outside.

The Great Unclean Ones are not as stupid and foolish as their huge appearance makes them look. They are no less cunning than the Lord of Change.

Soon, the Black Death suddenly became excited, and its mountain-like fat trembled violently. It could not suppress its inner ecstasy, and the corners of its mouth almost stretched to the horns of its head.

It must report its new discovery to Father Nurgle!

This discovery will definitely allow it to replace Gugas and Rotigus and become the most favored and eternal favorite of the Holy Father! And there is no other!

A... brand new world! A brand new, uncontaminated universe! It is waiting for the Father to come and incorporate it into the wonderful Garden of Nurgle!
The Black Death immediately lost interest in the little toys in front of it. It couldn't wait to return to the High Heaven and to the Garden of Nurgle.

But a tank rushed over, blasting loud music, perhaps even louder than the song it had sung before. In front of its front was a statue of the damned that had yet to enter the highest heaven, which had frightened the demons.

An extremely hot stream of energy spurted out from the barrel that was shining with silver-blue light and hit the Black Death's ruptured belly. The hanging gray-red intestines and internal organs were partially evaporated, leaving behind a charred and foul-smelling wound.

The Black Death no longer smiled. Despite the resilience given to it by the Holy Father, it screamed from the burns, and maggots spewed out of its mouth like a waterfall.

"Damn demon! Die, die, die, die--"

Chief Alchemist Sergeant Ronald Tang almost smashed the firing button of the plasma incinerator cannon. Under his control, two Emperor's Fists super-heavy tanks merged together and poured plasma energy unreservedly at this extremely disgusting demon.

Old Tang has hardly done any "subspace desensitization training". He prefers to appreciate and listen to all kinds of beautiful things.
After witnessing the initial scream of "Wow! I don't want to see that!" from this ugly demon who would probably give him nightmares for a year, Old Tang was now able to hold back his vomiting and desire to fight thanks to the electronic version of "Ode to Joy" played at full volume inside and outside the tank, the pure gold emperor's holy emblem necklace on his chest, and the super personal collection in his left hand that even Lu Mingfei didn't know about - a life-size golden armor emperor pillow.

The Black Death was enraged, and several more dark wounds appeared on its mountain-like fat body. When the weapons of the two hateful mechanical creations cooled down and stopped firing, it turned around and raised its lower body to the entire area it had been facing before.

No one had the rationality to analyze or dwell on the so-called "physiological structure" of this ugly and disgusting demon, but a huge amount of green pus did pour out from between the two pillar-like thighs of the Black Death, and as it swayed, the deadly corrupt pus was about to cover the two super-heavy tanks and all the legionnaires.

"shit!?"

Even while sitting in the tank, Old Tang once again suffered a severe mental shock. He hugged the Golden Armor Emperor pillow tightly to hold back vomiting while he desperately controlled the tank to move backwards - he was not running away, but trying to use the tank's huge body to protect more legion soldiers before these super disgusting things splashed on him.

But a few seconds later, all parameters of the Emperor's Fist tank showed normal, without any corrosion or damage. Only the overheated plasma heat pipes that were still waiting to be cooled made a hissing sound and hot steam was rising.

Old Tang was stunned. The filth that was about to be poured down on him suddenly turned into water? Regardless of whether it was clean or not, it was definitely tens of millions of times better than the original green pus.

"It's Ms. Eri!"

He looked up and noticed a figure flying towards the ugly demon. A fiery and sacred golden halo shone around her fluttering hair, as dazzling as the sun.

But soon the light dimmed again, as if the girl had consumed too much golden divine power.

However, Uesugi Eri still gathered up her remaining strength and launched an attack on the demon that was so dirty and ugly that it made her frown.

Trial!

The sacred realm was regenerated, and a huge golden cross light spear took shape when she indifferently uttered the last syllable of the ancient and lofty language; Eri swung the sword in her hand, and the golden cross light spear smashed towards the demon below with a piercing scream.

The Black Death was a little panicked. It didn't expect that there would be a champion blessed by the cursed one here!

It shook the bell desperately to draw on its spiritual energy to weave a dark yellow shield in front of itself, but it still couldn't block the golden light spear.

The psychic shield shattered like corrupted glass, and the golden cross-shaped light spear pierced directly into the chest of the Great Unclean One, causing its huge body to lose balance and fall backwards.

The Black Death screamed in pain, but it was not because of the power of judgment: the death order prohibiting all recovery did not actually hurt the Great Unclean One too much - because the God of Plague itself was the concept of destruction and death, and the power of the dragon clan's words could not order a Great Unclean One to die.

What made the Black Death feel pain was the power of faith belonging to the Emperor on the light gun, which was dozens of times more painful than the plasma energy shot out by the tank.

Fortunately, the champion of the cursed seemed to become weak due to overdrawing her strength. The golden halo behind her head became dim, and the pair of golden wings behind her could not guarantee her balance when she was flying in the air, and she was a little shaky.

"Very good, very good. Then I will kill a champion of the Cursed Ones first as a greeting gift before the Holy Father arrives in this universe."

A filthy black whip emerged from under the fat wrist of the Black Death. The whip was covered with dirty glass fragments and green pus was flowing. The demon swung the whip, trying to tie up and drag down the champion who was flying unsteadily.

It had almost done it, but suddenly it saw a meteor swooping down from above, brighter than the golden light on the Cursed Champion.

During the brief moment of shock of the Black Death, the golden meteor swept past, and its cursed whip turned into smoking ashes. The palms and arms that wielded the cursed whip turned into pieces of rotten flesh with pus and blood flying everywhere.

The golden meteor turned at a sharp angle and flew back. Lu Mingfei supported the pale-faced Uesugi Eri and stopped the child from trying to continue using her strength forcibly.

"You did a great job, Eri. You've worked hard. Now rest up," he said softly, watching the golden light in Eri's eyes fade.

If the light burned for a little longer, her eyes would probably start to burn.

The emperor's power is immense and at the same time heavy as a mountain, not everyone can bear it easily. It was not Lu Mingfei's original intention to let such a child participate in this war, but her existence and power are indeed the key to this war.

"Kartos..."

A smile appeared on Eri's face, which had always been cold, as if she was finally relieved. Then she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. All the golden light faded from her body. Only the finely crafted alchemical power armor made for her by the alchemist sergeant was still working, maintaining her physical condition.

When Lu Mingfei fell to the ground, the soldiers still maintained a strict combat state; two soldiers whose armor was still clean carefully took the sleeping girl from Lu Mingfei and sent her into the Emperor's Fist super heavy tank where the chief alchemist was.

Old Tang hid the pillow in advance, fearing that Lu Mingfei would see it. However, after Lu Mingfei handed Eriyi to the soldiers of the legion, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky without staying for even a second.

He still had to bear the wrath of the Great Unclean One having his arm chopped off.

At this moment, Finkel's familiar voice came from the communication system: "Old Tang! Brothers are here to support us! Report the coordinates, we will parachute in now!"

Finger! Old Tang was overjoyed and quickly uploaded the coordinates and responded:

"No, forget about us, go support the girl first! As long as he blows up the anchoring engine, these damn demons will all be finished!"