Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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Chapter 144 Who wants to judge White Tiger? I'll kill him first!

"Hehehehe..."

A bubbling sound came from the Great Impure One's throat, and yellowish-green saliva dripped down the folds of his jaw: "Interesting, little bug. From which deity did you steal this golden fire?"

Lordson, suspended in mid-air, did not answer.

He gently clasped his hands together and whispered a single word.

"grind."

The giant blades, shrouded in golden flames, disintegrated once more, all shifting speed with a whoosh.

108 shadow blades spun wildly around the 18-meter-high mountain of flesh, cutting it apart.

Minced flesh, pus, blood, and flies and maggots that lived in the folds of the filthy abdominal cavity were flung out and crashed into the already twisted ruins, as if someone were carrying a bucket of fermented entrails for a month and swinging it in mid-air to splash it in all directions.

The gentle smile of the Great Impure One could no longer be maintained.

It stretched out a finger as thick as a pillar, trying to press down on a shadow wheel that flew past its shoulder. The moment its fingertip touched it, golden flames flowed up its flesh and burned the finger joint off in mid-air.

"Damn it..."

"You little bug! Get down here! If you've got the guts, fight your loving father's beloved son one-on-one!"

Lawson changed his posture in mid-air, lazily flapped his living metal wings, and retreated another five kilometers.

The great impure one was so angry that his belly trembled, his fat layers shook, and even the scorched earth beneath his feet collapsed in concentric circles around him.

It swung the plague hammer and smashed it down hard in the direction where Lawson was hovering.

Before the hammer hit the ground, Lawson had already drifted to a position 20 kilometers outside the crater.

He used his psychic powers to send his voice into the head of the Great Impure One: "Even if you swing this hammer for a hundred years, you still won't be able to touch a single feather of mine."

The extremely unclean one was so angry that he trembled violently.

"Tear this damned little bug to shreds..."

Hundreds of thousands of Plague Walkers, thousands of Plague Marines, and a dozen corrupted demon engines covered in rust and pus were desperately piling corpses onto the walls of Ironsworn Fortress.

Upon hearing their master's howl, the rotting army immediately turned around and surged toward where Lawson was.

The tidal wave of corpses began to turn.

On the walls of Iron Oath Fortress, Chapter Master Seth stared in disbelief.

"team leader……"

The adjutant swallowed nervously beside him: "What the hell is this reinforcement?"

“A peerless hero.” Seth squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"what?"

"I said that's an absolute powerhouse."

On the other side, the Great Impure One had lost all interest in giving orders.

After being closely rubbed by the Golden Flame Shadow Wheel Storm for more than ten minutes, it had shrunk from an eighteen-meter-high mountain of flesh to twelve meters.

Its fat layer peeled off, carbonized, and collapsed layer by layer under the golden flames, and pus poured out, scalding one after another into the scorched earth, creating pus pits that emitted blue smoke.

"You bastard..."

The unclean one, panting heavily, his voice hoarse like a leaky bellows, said, "You're being unreasonable..."

"Oh?"

Lawson hovered fifty meters above its head.

"How many worlds have you swallowed in the past thousand years, you fat pig? When you were preying on ordinary people, did you ever try to reason with them?"

The rotation speed of the 108-element wheel increases by one level.

The storm is receding.

The body of the Great Impure One dropped another three meters, becoming nine meters tall.

It seemed to finally realize that it was really going to die here, and the last bit of Nurgle's Blessing in its abdominal cavity erupted wildly, trying to blow itself apart and turn into a cloud of plague to escape back into the warp...

"Want to run?"

Lawson narrowed his eyes: "Too late."

He clasped his hands together, and 108 shadow wheels collided and merged in mid-air.

A giant war scythe with its blade burning with golden flames floated beside him.

The first cut was made on the old wound on the side of the waist that would never heal.

The second cut was made, extending three meters deeper into the old wound.

The third cut, the fourth cut, the fifth cut, the sixth cut...

Every cut struck the same spot, the golden flames carbonizing the putrid flesh and blood accumulated over millennia, inch by inch.

With the seventh strike, Lawson lowered his waist and exerted force, his war scythe piercing through the remaining core of the Great Unclean One's organs, which had shrunk to only six meters wide.

The heart, which had been immersed in the corruption of the warp and hung above the source of Nurgle, was ignited from within by golden flames.

The Great Impure One stared wide-eyed at its yellow-green eyes.

Its lips trembled slightly, as if it wanted to say one last thing.

It might be a curse, a plea for mercy, or even just a boast before death.

Lawson didn't give it that chance.

He swirled the scythe around in his wound.

Then, an explosion.

boom!!!

A mushroom cloud of gold and green rose from the corpse of the Great Impure One, instantly vaporizing the scorched earth within a three-kilometer radius. The entire battlefield looked as if someone had placed a miniature firestorm torpedo underneath.

The shockwave rolled outwards, lifting swathes of plague travelers outside the city walls who hadn't yet turned back to flee into the air.

On the outer wall of Iron Oath Fortress, the veteran of the Flesh-Tearers clung tightly to his comrade, watching the golden-green mushroom cloud rise before him.

Seth's face was red from the heat.

He squinted and saw countless twisted worm-like shapes struggling, howling, and burning within the cloud of mist.

Those were fragments of the subspace soul of the Great Impure One.

In the real universe, he was burned alive to ashes by the golden flames, unable to return to the warp or enter the Plague Garden.

The sliver of eternity that Nurgle had granted it was extinguished completely on the scorched earth of Klein-IX.

"I am grass."

Before the adjutant could react, the squad leader kicked him against the wall, successfully avoiding the aftershocks.

"All brothers, get down!"

More than a hundred warriors from the Holy Blood Angels Successor Legion fell to the ground in unison.

The shockwave, carrying a pungent, acrid wind, swept over their heads.

When Seth stood up again, all that remained before him was a scene of utter carnage and a slowly rising mushroom cloud.

Lawson hovered in mid-air, flapping his silver wings to avoid the epicenter of the explosion.

[Detected the complete annihilation of a high-level demonic entity: The Great Impure One.]

[Subspace Energy +300000.]

[Intercepting the Blessing of the Scoundrels: Increased Mental Entropy: Painful Necrosis and Fanatical Blind Obedience]

[After purification, you will gain the corresponding trait: Mental Reversal: Absolute Clarity and Soul Barrier.]

Lawson raised an eyebrow.

The name "Absolute Clarity and the Barrier of the Soul" is quite interesting, but unfortunately I didn't have time to think about it.

In the Klein Galaxy, there are still fourteen demon princes remaining.

Any one of them who senses the death of the unclean one will press the start button on the altar in advance.

A powerful psionic energy spread out like a net, illuminating all the subspace disturbances within a 24-kilometer radius into his consciousness.

Three Plague Lords.

Eleven plague wizards.

A large number of Plague Space Marines.

Each one lights up a red dot in the consciousness of the bee colony.

He swept his thoughts across the screen.

The re-spreading shadows resembled 108 shooting stars streaking across the sky, scattering towards the red dots.

Golden beams of light crisscrossed the battlefield.

Each encounter meant the head of a high-ranking Plague Legion commander was ripped from his shoulder.

After these elite units have been cleared out.

Lawson's figure descended from mid-air and stood beside Seth.

Seth's chainsaw sword almost started up again.

"take it easy."

Lawson waved his hand: "We're on the same side."

Seth took a deep breath: "You are..."

"No time for pleasantries."

Lawson interrupted him directly: "I have urgent business to attend to. The main force will be under your command for the time being. I'm leaving you with 95 White Tigers and 60,000 elite troops. Commander Seth, can you handle these hundreds of thousands of Plague Dogs?"