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The psychic mist covering Russell's facial features slowly moved, and no one saw that he was smiling beneath the mist.

The Huntress's Blade in Russell's hand stabbed down suddenly, but it did not pierce through the orc warlord's head as its original trajectory. Instead, it cut horizontally into the gap between Bao and the orc warlord.

The blade wrapped in a psychic decomposition field easily and neatly cut off all the dense roots that were deeply embedded in the body of the orc warlord.

Then, a huge repulsive force burst out with Russell's body as the center, knocking Bao, whose roots were cut off, far away from the Iron Throne. His limp body fell to the ground, reminiscent of mollusks such as octopus or squid. However, in the "abdomen" of this soft humanoid creature, there grew a hideous, evil, and strange human face.

This face had a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, showing an exaggerated and honest smile, and jokingly asked a question: "How did you find me?"

"That's why I want to ask you how you survived..." Russell casually inserted the Huntress's Blade in his hand into the Iron Throne, like inserting a table knife into a cake: "You hid very well, without revealing any psychic fluctuations. Other psychics might have been fooled by you, but I won't, because..."

Then, he said softly, "...because strictly speaking, I am not a psychic."

Russell's reaction was calm, but the others present were not, especially the four think tanks in the commando team, who knew better than anyone what this face growing in the abdomen meant.

"Bao has been possessed by a demon!"

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen grenade launchers opened fire at the same time, raining down explosives on the strange humanoid figure lying on the ground, causing a series of violent explosions, and the think tanks' psychic spells followed one after another. At the same time, Sister Silent had already grasped her two-handed sword, and with the cover of the explosive volleys and the think tank spells, she rushed to the front of the demon with extremely agile skills.

She raised the two-handed sword above her head. Facing that slightly honest and exaggerated smile, her heart was not shaken at all. Only the anger that was eager to vent ignited the blade in her hand, and she slashed at the dirty demon with lightning speed.

In the name of the Emperor...

This was an extremely powerful blow. Under the influence of the Sister of Silence being an untouchable, even demons would become weak due to the disconnection from the warp, unable to resist and die tragically under the sword.

Amazing reaction speed, impeccable tactical choices, perfect coordination, and fearless fighting spirit.

Russell witnessed the combat prowess of the Emperor's Claws and the Angel of Death today.

It’s a pity that not all powerful enemies can be defeated by combat proficiency.

The psychic mist on Russell's face squirmed slightly. Like an outsider, he watched coldly the end of this female warrior loyal to the Emperor.

However, the fact is that he didn't want to take action, but he couldn't.

Because the real enemy Russell has to face is not Bao, but Nurgle himself.

The sword blade driven by rage sank deeply into the hideous, evil and weird human face. The hard steel cut through the soft biological tissue smoothly.

But the face that was cut open was still smiling, baring its teeth and making a muddy laugh:

"Father loves me. Your anger burns in vain and only ignites yourself. Your struggle is meaningless. Living means constant loss, because father loves me... father loves me..."

The huge mouth full of fangs kept opening and closing with a laugh, and blasphemous mantras floated out of the mouth along with a foul-smelling poisonous mist. The throne room that had just been decomposed and purified by the "void" fell into the influence of the subspace again in a very short time, and turbid mucus dripped onto the ground.

A long, slimy tongue stretched out from the crack in Bao's abdomen, coiled around the sword like a python, and climbed up the blade to the wrist of the Sister of Silence. The foul-smelling saliva corroded the golden armor wrapped around her arm, turning it dull.

It was too late to let go, abandon the sword and retreat.

The demon's long tongue wrapped around the nun's arm and climbed up. The tip of the tongue penetrated the weak points in the armor at the limb joints, penetrated her chest cavity, and then stretched out from the back, flexibly strangling her neck, removing her helmet, and lifting up the unprotected skull.

Suddenly, the sweet blood soaked the root of the devil's tongue.

"Why...why..." Sister Silent's eyes were filled with shock. She swallowed the last words of her life, which was also the first words, with hatred.

Bao thirstily drank the blood of the Untouchables. Its root-like limbs were filled with abundant subspace energy. Its head quickly became bloated and bulky. It staggered to its feet from the ground. The face on its head and the face on its belly laughed together, as if provoking:

"My father loves me..."

But as it extended its long tongue to kill the Sister of Silence, the four think tanks took out their daggers without hesitation. The short blades empowered by psychic power pierced through the ceramic steel armor and went straight into the chest cavity, crushing their hearts cleanly.

The sticky blood of the Astartes slowly flowed down the dagger, and the broken heart flowed out of the chest along with the blood because of this bloody ritual, staining the black power armor of the Flame of Repentance Regiment with a pool of violent red. Around the bodies of the four think tanks, the scarlet and bloodthirsty violent aura spread like water waves.

At the cost of sacrificing a heart, they launched a forbidden warp spell called "Heart of Corruption" to demand tyrannical power from the evil god.

The four blood-soaked Librarians closed the copy of "Words of the Emperor" adorned with a golden skull, and instead picked up their greatswords and power hammers. They transformed from calm and wise scholars into brutal and savage beasts, roaring and pouncing on Bao who was possessed by the devil.

Chapter 33 Umbilical Cord

However, even if they sacrificed themselves, Russell did not think that such a sacrifice would be enough to defeat Bao - the great demon favored by Nurgle, whose power came directly from the evil god himself.

Even for Russell, it is quite dangerous to deal with such an existence. If he goes too far and overturns, he may even lose his life.

Miraak thought so too.

As the Librarian, incarnated as a melee mage, rushed forward to fight the demon to his death, the Chapter Master picked up his own bolter. With extremely quick hands, he removed the original black magazine and replaced it with a box of golden bullets engraved with the Emperor's hymns.

This special ammunition loaded with the powder of the saint's remains is extremely precious, and every round must be used on the most important battlefield and at the most critical moment.

For example, now.

Four think tanks who had fallen into a rage rushed forward with the mentality of wild beasts, and a dozen Space Marines followed closely behind them, spreading out their formation and surrounding Bao in the middle. The magazines of their bolters were emptied at an extremely fast speed, but the continuous violent explosions were distorted by the power of the warp and failed to cause much substantial damage to the fat and bloated body of the Bao demon.

The Bao Demon's body had now grown taller than the Dreadnought, and was still growing taller and stronger. Its two faces were grinning, and it stretched out its long, sticky tongue as if it deserved a beating. It strangled several Space Marines along with their armor with just one wrap.

"Father...Father..."

The demon Bao murmured intoxicatedly, his fat body swaying. Without the obstruction of the untouchables, he had a closer connection with the kind father in the garden.

Taking advantage of the time bought by his fighting brothers with their lives, Miraak quickly maneuvered to the side of the hall and pulled the trigger of the grenade launcher in his hand. A high-speed rotating golden bomb accurately pierced through the Astartes corpse hanging on the tongue of the Bao demon and hit directly into its mouth in the abdomen.

Then there was a brilliant explosion.

The powder of the saint's remains was ignited to emit a brilliant golden light, and the blazing flames burned the cursed and filthy flesh and blood on Bao's body. This torture that went straight to the soul made its upper and lower mouths tremble and let out painful groans and curses.

The four think tanks, dominated by the tyrannical power from the warp, roared and rushed to the front of the Bao demon, scrambling to pounce on it like a pack of wolves biting large prey.

Mirak took this opportunity to lead the team forward, wanting to feed it a few more holy corpse bombs at close range.

In front of the Iron Throne, the Dreadnought looked at the young men fighting bloody battles, its body trembling slightly.

"You want to support them..." Russell said softly, "but unfortunately, your leg parts are completely broken and you can't move. The only long-range weapon you can use is the flamethrower, which can't reach the demons."

"I..." A hoarse mechanical voice came from the Dreadnought, but it failed to utter a complete sentence.

Russell's "purification" freed him from the influence of Chaos corruption, but the deformed tumors and abscesses growing on his body did not turn back into metal. Instead, they simply disappeared into nothingness, leaving only gaping wounds.

The legs, which were the most severely corrupted, completely lost the ability to move during the "purification" process.

The old fearless slowly lowered his shoulders. Even through the armor and the sarcophagus, Russell could still feel his anger and frustration. The brothers of the regiment were fighting against the demons, but he was unable to support them. For the Space Marines, this feeling of futile despair was more tormenting than any physical pain.

Perhaps for him, he should not be purified at all. Dying here with a body full of pus-filled sores is more in line with the combat aesthetics of the Space Marines.

At this point, we can only pray that Miraak can make good use of the precious holy ammunition to kill the demon.

"Impossible." Russell broke his fantasy.

He watched indifferently as the Space Marines loyal to the Emperor fought the demons one after another with all kinds of desperate tactics. Two think tanks even had their chests pierced by the claws of the demons in order to create the opportunity for the chapter leader to launch the holy relic ammunition.

The soldiers' sacrifice was indeed heroic, but Russell knew that it was all in vain.

Before the force field dissipated, the demon was able to occupy Bao's body and kill Astartes. What if the orc died? How powerful would the Bao demon be without checks and balances?

The Dreadnought fell silent. At this moment he really wanted to say that he would risk his life to protect the orc from being killed by the devil, but he knew very well that this was just futile self-consolation.

The Orc War on the lunar surface is still going on. The Imperial forces are constantly depleting the Orc military strength on the battle moon. The number of Orcs has dropped sharply due to the war. The collapse of the force field is irreversible. There is no need for the demons to take action. The Orc warlord himself will be seriously injured and die. Chaos is destined to be out of control from the beginning.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light tore through the darkness, and Chapter Master Miraak once again seized the opportunity to send a holy relic bomb into the abdomen of the demon Bao.

The demon's angry roar and painful groans echoed in the dark throne hall, boosting the spirits of the warriors. Even the Dreadnoughts that were unable to take part in the battle could not help but admire this beautiful shot in their hearts.

"The remains of the saint can indeed effectively kill this demon, but it is actually of no practical use."

Russell shook his head and poured cold water on Old Fearless again in a very unkind manner:

"Bao is the embodiment of nature. They have strong vitality and gentle personalities. They are a kind and peace-loving race. Such good children are the most loved by Nurgle."

"The loving father chose it and favored it. Bao has established a close connection with Nurgle himself, just like a baby and its mother connected by the umbilical cord and placenta... It may sound strange to say this, but in short, no matter how much damage you cause to this demon, it is in vain. The power of the loving father is continuously injected into Bao's body through the umbilical cord, and the two are one."

So even though Russell had opened the void and the resulting siphon effect had drained all psychic energy from the area, the demon was still able to survive.

"You can regard the current Bao as an incarnation of the loving father in the physical universe. To kill it, you must kill the loving father."

After Russell finished speaking, the old man was completely desperate. He knew that it was impossible to do. If they were facing an ordinary big demon, they would not be invincible with the bravery and sacrifice of the warriors, but this was Bao, the Bao favored by his loving father.

"Is this the end for us?"

"Of course not." Russell said, holding a beautiful and dense sphere in front of his chest. "Don't forget, Miraak is the one who will help me in the future. How could he die here?"

"You mean..." An incredible thought emerged in Old Fearless's mind.

Russell nodded. "I can cut the umbilical cord connecting my father and Bao, and make this undead demon slayable. But I'm not as strong as you Astartes, and I might get slapped to death if I go over there directly."

"I need to wait for a time... like, now."

When another holy relic bomb exploded in the mouth of the demon Bao, his figure disappeared.

Chapter 34 Perforation

The Wataum Reality Translucent Instrument was created by Wataum, a pioneer among the stars. Thousands of stars flow in its crystal clear sphere, as if reflecting another world.

This precision instrument of truth has incredible power. It can penetrate the fourth wall, lift the curtain of falsehood, and let people glimpse:

——A corner of reality.

When another holy relic bomb exploded in the mouth of the demon Bao, Russell held the Wataum Reality Periscope with one hand and pulled out the Huntress's Blade that was inserted into the Iron Throne with the other hand.

Carrying the two relics, he appeared beside the fat demon.

This action was actually very reckless, because no matter how powerful his psychic power was, Russell's physical fitness was only that of a mortal after all. He even had to rely on his precognitive ability to barely cope with the high-speed attacks of the Astartes, not to mention that in front of the demon Bao, his precognitive ability was actually in a state close to being abolished - at this moment Bao was connected to his benevolent father Nurgle, and to predict Bao was equivalent to to predict Nurgle.

His psychic power was not strong enough to lift up his father's skirt to see what color underwear he was wearing today. The devil could slap his mortal body into mud with one slap.

However, the demon Bao was not in full condition at this time. Its flesh was scarred by the bombs fired by the Space Marines. The huge damage caused by the holy corpse bombs had not yet been eliminated, and the torture of the saint's corpse powder on its soul made it cry in pain.

The demon Bao cried for his father like a bullied child, swinging his fat arms to punch the Space Marines who rushed forward to engage in close combat with him.

Now is the best time.

Russell quietly flashed behind the demon without attracting anyone's attention.

"There's no use calling daddy..." he whispered softly.

The process of "permeating" "reality" by the Wataum reality permeator took less than 1 Planck time.

Inside the crystal sphere, the dreamy starry sky was still slowly moving, as if nothing had happened, yet as if everything was over.

Russell gently raised the Huntress's Blade in his hand, and a piece of silver-gray blade stabbed forward in his hand, cutting into Bao's bloated body covered with pus with incredible smoothness.

The illusory void like the abyss opened up again, greedily devouring everything around it related to psychic energy, and despair descended.

"Father...Father...Where are you? Father..."

The demon face growing in Bao's belly was groaning and wailing, with dirty tears rolling down from the corners of its eyes. Its emotions were so sad that it could feel that even the chaotic energy on which it depended for survival was being forcibly drained away. Even the concept of the existence of "Demon Bao" itself was being decomposed by that horrible hole. But this time, there was no father to help it.