I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 82 Don’t talk without a talker!

"Blue civet cat!"

His voice is like the symphony of billions of people, and just hearing it makes people feel dizzy.

"Don't talk without a talker!"

Zhou Yun covered his aching head and retorted:
"You are a fucking raccoon cat, your whole family is raccoons!"

"Are you a civet cat?" Youyi in the white light looked at Zhou Yun with surprise and asked.

"You two, father and son..." Zhou Yun endured the pain from the disease all over his body and slowly climbed up leaning against the metal pillar.

Markete looked at Jeanne with horror as she walked towards him.
As Jeanna moved, the evil power of the subspace surrounding her evaporated little by little like dewdrops encountering the sun.

From the warp gate behind it, the Nurgle demon army rushed out with a roar.
Countless Nurglings gathered into a green tide, rushing towards the boundary between reality and the warp.

However, when they entered reality, they melted suddenly like ice cubes falling into a furnace.

The angry Rain Father shook the boxwood tree in his hand, and dark rain seeped out from the subspace engine, competing with the swaying light on Jeanne's body for the real universe.

"Do not!!!"

Markit felt like her whole body was burning.
Every maggot that makes up its body is wailing, every bacteria is dying, every virus is being expelled,
"No!!! Why!"

"You won't save Asford! Why can't we save ourselves!"

Jeanne continued to move forward without any hesitation.

“Aa ...

Markit let out a loud wail. White smoke began to come out of its body, and hideous blisters appeared from the burns.
"No! I'm saving Asford!"

"You can't you don't deserve it!!!"

Burning white smoke came out of Markit's mouth.

The corrupted screaming killer beside it suddenly pounced on Jeanne,
Jeanne just raised her hand slightly.

Instantly, golden flames burst out from the Screaming Killer's body, burning every bit of its flesh and blood.
The flesh infected by the virus, the spine filled with parasites, and the nerves occupied by bacteria all began to burn.
In the blink of an eye, the giant beast turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

Markit took several steps back in fear.

"grim Reaper!!!"

Market said sharply:
"The God of Death on the Throne!!"

"What else have you brought us besides death!!"

"You're not even willing to let us pursue the hope of survival on our own?!"

Markete noticed that Jeanne's skin was also beginning to show slight burns.
It took a breath of cold air, and its eyes, which were almost burning, showed disgust and hatred:
"You're even going to kill this innocent child!"

"Lian Russ! Can't you see?! The one on the throne is not hope, it is the god of death!"

"He, the Cursed One! Only brings death!"

Market shouted angrily, pointing a finger at Jeanne:
"Kid! Are you willing to be a victim of the Grim Reaper?!"

"Stop it! You're going to die too!!!"

Jeanne's steps still did not hesitate.
She walked towards the stake without hesitation, as if she were a saint.

"No one should die!!!" Marketeet shouted in a high voice.

Behind it, Father Rain was shaking the boxwood branch in his hand.
More black rain seeped out of the warp engine and flowed down around Markit's feet.

These turbid waters, which were full of viruses, bacteria, and various tiny organisms, and as sticky as a swamp, collided with the swaying light on Jeanne's body.
Streams of foul steam were floating in the underground palace.

"Where is he!"

Markit suddenly pointed at Zhou Yun, who was standing up from under the metal pillar:

"He's almost like a father to you! Isn't he worthy of your memory?!"

Jeanne paused slightly.

Markit noticed this and showed a delighted expression.

"You can all survive!"

“If you accept the Father’s gift, you can all live forever in His garden!”

"You can obtain joy and happiness far beyond this world!"

Markit took a quick step forward, and the dark rain around him surged forward.

A group of Nurglings squeezed in from the Warp gate, bathed in the dark rain and rushed towards Jeanna and Zhou Yun.

"Quick! Praise with me!"

"Seven curses!! Seven diseases!! Seven gifts!!!"

"Everything rots! All living things are immortal!!!"

Market opened her arms and walked slowly towards Jeanne.

"Jeanna." Zhou Yun's voice sounded behind Jeanna: "Actually."

When Jeanna heard Zhou Yun's voice, her body trembled slightly.
Then, the girl shook her head firmly and took a step towards the dark rain pouring down before her.
Bah! ! !
The sound of evaporation echoed throughout the underground palace, and the dark rain faded away inch by inch.
The Nurglings that hurriedly ran out of the warp wailed and turned into ashes and dissipated.
"You will die!!!" Market screamed.

Jeanne's skin was covered with more and more burn marks, and her hair began to burn.
She felt as if there was a star burning in her chest, about to burst out and set the whole world on fire.

Jeanne already knew her fate, when she prayed devoutly to the Emperor for the first time in the depths of the garbage mountain.

The Emperor showed her that future,
She was born to seal this warp rift, and was chosen to sacrifice at this moment.

All men are tools of the Emperor,
Everyone has different uses.

And Jeanne's use is to burn out here
A few more steps forward, and she would surely return to the Golden Throne.
just
Jeanna finally couldn't help herself and quietly turned her head to look at Zhou Yun.
Then, Jeanne was stunned.

Zhou Yun scratched his hair and sighed as if nothing had happened.
He walked past Jeanne, patted her shoulder, and motioned her to step back.
The scorching flames surrounding Jeanne seemed to have no effect on him.

The black rain surging on the ground didn't seem to touch him at all.

The supreme evil power surging from the warp engine could not affect him.
He seemed to be unaffected by anything in the world or in the empyrean, standing between Janna and the rift in the warp.
Zhou Yun glanced at the horrified Markit, then looked at the dazed winged figure in the white light from the corner of his eyes.

He turned his head and cast a contemptuous look at the corpse on the golden throne behind Jeanne.
The adaptive lamp in Zhou Yun's hand, which he had used once, disappeared with the wind.
He took a deep breath and asked everyone present or watching from the bottom of his heart:
"who!"

"Who the hell said I had a car accident? Stand up!"

(End of this chapter)