This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

When the chant ended, the entire ship shook, as if a giant had awakened from its slumber. Boston immediately placed his hands on the mechanical footrests and, using his feeble psychic powers, established a connection with the warship's machine spirit. He instantly felt an overwhelming surge of pain and rage.

"The Machine Soul is in pain! Those heretics are contaminating him! And—"

Through this mysterious connection, the shattered scene inside the ship flashed in Boston's mind: inside the D turret, the heretic had already loaded the contaminated shells into the barrel, ready to fire at the nearby coastal city; further away, a seaplane was on the deck preparing to take off, and the heretic planned to use the plane to spread the plague!

"Hurry! Take back turrets C and D! Planes - no need to wait, take back the turrets immediately!" said Boston.

At that moment, a miracle occurred. The anti-aircraft guns on the deck suddenly swung to life, unmanned, and trained their sights on the seaplane as it prepared for takeoff. A barrage of explosive munitions tore through the aircraft's fuselage, and it exploded in a fireball on the deck. Boston knew it was the Kilkenny's Machine Spirit helping them!

However, this control seemed to consume a huge amount of energy from the machine soul, and Boston felt that the signal coming from the connection was getting weaker and weaker.

"The Machine Spirit can't hold on for much longer, charge!" Boston shouted, leading the Crusaders out of the engine room and marching towards the turret.

Seeing that the ceremony was successful, Sergeant John in the church inside the frigate immediately rushed out of the church with the remaining soldiers. The Northern God's body also began to become slender, turning into a flowing shadow to attack the heretics.

“Kill—Ah!!”

Just as a heretic was about to throw a grenade at the Crusaders, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. The claws of the North God pierced his chest. The shape of the nails that pierced his chest was exactly the same as the obsidian daggers used by Aztec priests for sacrifice.

The dirty blood was absorbed by the obsidian claws before it could spurt out.

"Good job! I'll recommend you for a reward when the Saint comes back!" praised the sergeant.

I can only say that he is worthy of being a native American god. Although he requires blood sacrifice, he will also protect the warriors.

At the same time, the Kilkenny's machine spirit was also assisting the Crusaders' counterattack.

A key passageway was blocked by heretics using heavy machine guns, hindering the Crusaders' advance. But just when everyone thought a breakthrough would come at a heavy price, a side hatch suddenly flew open with incredible speed, crashing heavily onto the heretic operating the machine gun. Taking advantage of this moment of confusion, the Crusaders charged forward and slaughtered all the heretics.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but sometimes the hatch would block Bei Shen’s steps, and then Ji Hun would take the opportunity to grab the kill.

Similar "coincidences" kept happening: heretics trying to rush in from other compartments encountered various obstacles—corridor doors suddenly locked, the lighting system went out as they passed, and the distribution box leaked electricity for no reason, injuring several heretics. The Machine Spirit was doing its best to help them.

But the heretics were not unaware of this. Inside the D turret, a heretic grinned and said, "The Machine Spirit is resisting? Let's show it the gift of the God of Plague."

He poured a container filled with a foul-smelling green fluid onto the turret's hydraulic system, and the corrosive liquid immediately began to eat away at the machinery's innards. The Machine Spirit's control over the area rapidly weakened.

"ha--!"

Beishen exhaled towards the direction of the D turret, and then—

"Boom!!!" The corridor shook suddenly, and a huge explosion shook the entire battleship.

"Oh no, they are firing cannonballs!" shouted a Crusader soldier.

Boston felt the connection to the Machine Spirit become extremely painful. He knew the situation was worse than he had imagined: "Keep charging! We can't let them fire again!"

The Crusaders pushed forward with all their might, not hesitating to sacrifice their lives. Just when they were only a short distance away from the D turret, a sudden wave of heat was heard in the air, followed by the distorted whining of machinery.

"No! Turret D exploded! Machine Soul—Machine Soul is offline, quickly take down Turret C!"

Through the remaining connection, Boston witnessed everything that happened in Turret D: the Machine Spirit put up a final stand before relinquishing control. Unable to stop the heretic's launch, it relied on the time bought by the North God to make a decision—it triggered the ammunition detonation, destroying the entire turret and the heretic within, preventing the plague shells from being launched.

There was a big hole at the stern of the Kilkenny, and seawater began to pour in.

This action almost exhausted all the power of the machine spirit, and the connection Boston felt was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

"Fight for Ohmmissaria! Fight for the Kilkenny's Machine Soul!" Boston shouted, leading the charge towards the C turret.

Inside the C turret, the heretic was urgently reloading.

"The damned machine soul is still resisting!" a heretic cursed. "Force reload!"

"I'm pretending to be a bull demon!"

At this moment, a sword cut a hole in the heavy hatch of the turret, and blue-white flames rushed in.

PS: 260 votes, next update 4.5k...

Red Tide: 1921: Nurgle attacks the North House...

Kids, the North House has been attacked by the Nurgle Plague. Yesterday at noon, I drank 500ml of aloe vera juice from a stall outside the market. I skipped dinner last night and just made a chicken breast and less than 50g of purple potato cakes, then started typing.

I felt nauseous while typing this, and I kept wanting to vomit. I drank half a cup of hot water and went to sleep. As a result, I felt uncomfortable all night, with constant bloating, nausea, and stomach discomfort. I didn't sleep well that night, and I felt like I was in jail. I still felt bloated and wanted to vomit when I woke up in the morning.

The pain in the north house is so cold* (i seven) Japanese ({two) four bitter...

Emperor...where are you...

Red Tide: 1921: Beizhai is on the bed, please take a leave

Niu Mo's drug let me drink authentic Indian aloe vera juice. I went to the hospital for a blood test and found that my neutrophil count was frighteningly high and a lot of other indicators were abnormal. The doctor said it was a bacterial infection and prescribed two boxes of medicine: one box of norfloxacin and one box of Weisu granules.

I took my temperature and found out I had a low fever. I just got diarrhea after taking medicine in the dormitory. Now Bei Zhai is lying on a board.

Emperor...bless the North House...

Red Tide: 1921 (I??)? Wife, Lu Yin San Er Jiu Er Qun Chat: Chapter 58 was stabbed and then entered the temple

Neos ripped open the hatch of Turret C with a single blow of his sword, a blue-white flame coating the blade, ready to burst forth at any moment. The heretics within the turret froze in their places.

"The-the cursed one!"

However, just as Neos was about to unleash the flames, he suddenly paused. The ammunition piled high in the turret before him gleamed in the dim light. If it exploded, he might survive, but the ship would certainly be lost.

"Ahahaha! There are times when you are helpless!" A heretic laughed.

"Die, traitor!" "Da da da da da!"

Rapid gunshots rang out from behind Neos. Father Boston nimbly pulled out the submachine gun from under Neos' arm. The metal shell drew a graceful arc in the air, and bullets poured down like a rainstorm.

"Well--!"

All the bullets in a magazine were poured out, and blood splattered on the heretics in the turret. When they fell, there was still an expression of disbelief and astonishment on their faces.

"This thing still works well!"

Neos sheathed his sword and patted Boston's shoulder.

He turned to face the Crusaders who had fought their way here. They were mortal, yet they had persevered in this battle until now.

"I bless you for your loyalty and faith," Neos said. "Give me your tokens, and I will grant you a blessing."

There was a gleam of awe in the eyes of the Crusaders, and the ordinary crew members and officers took out the eagle emblem cross from their chests. Neos held each one one by one, with a faint light surging in his palms, and then he reverently put the cross to his lips and kissed it gently.

“May your souls be protected forever.”

When it was the Mechanicus' turn, Boston produced their special cross—an eagle with a precision gear embedded in its claws beneath the cross. This was the symbol of the Om Messiah, the seal of the God of All Machines. Neos, holding these special crosses, repeated the same process.

"May your souls be as immortal as the machines."

Boston and the other members of the Mechanicus saluted Neos. At the back of the group, Beishen did not step forward to accept the blessing, nor did he take the opportunity to slip away. Instead, he quietly blended into the crowd, observing his surroundings.

After the blessing, Neos led everyone onto the deck. The sea breeze, mingled with the scent of gunpowder, brushed against their faces. An ominous light flickered on the bridge, indicating it had not yet been cleared.

"There are still a group of demons hiding in the bridge."

Neos reached behind him, and Boston, understanding immediately, handed him a submachine gun. Neos raised the gun, aimed it at the bridge, and unleashed a barrage of fire. Bullets ripped through the glass, sending shrapnel and blood splattering. However, when the ammunition reached its target, the metal bullets sank into silence, as if hitting a swamp.

"boom--!"

A suffocating pressure suddenly descended, and every mortal on the deck found it difficult to breathe. In the wreckage of the bridge stood a monster that had completely lost its human form - the captain who was once named Scott.

"Who is this demon who is seeking death?"

The infusion of psychic energy from these two powerful Warp beings had long surpassed the limits of what a mere mortal could endure. Scott had completely shed his human form. His body was bloated, and beneath his skin crawled the remains of countless plague-stricken crew members. Rotten, swollen limbs stretched out from his body, dancing erratically.

Aside from his body, which clearly revealed him to be a soldier of the Plague Lord, his armor had undergone a different transformation. The gold and silver coins stored in the warehouse were melted and shaped into a twisted suit of armor using his psychic power. Various precious items were hung on the surface: gems, artworks, and even mysterious crafts exchanged from Native Americans.

This is a suit of armor forged from greed and corruption.

"Om-"

The space around him twisted and deformed like hot oil, and gray-green psychic mist spread in all directions. Wherever it went, steel immediately rusted and corroded, and the hull let out a painful whine under this force.

"demon..."

The Crusaders involuntarily took a step back. If it weren't for Neos's previous blessing, they would have been contaminated by the warp the moment they witnessed this scene and turned into a pile of rotten flesh! They tightly grasped their weapons and the newly blessed crosses in their hands. The former protected their flesh, and the latter guarded their souls.

The North God in the team threatened Scott with a roar.

"Why are you gutter-dwelling maggots so persistent?" Neos's eyes burned with fury. He had thought this trip to America would provide him with a strong backing, a vast supply of strategic resources and manpower, but he hadn't expected these lingering demons to constantly cause trouble.

"boom!"

Neos swung his sword, and a blue-white flame roared out, heading straight for Scott. However, to his surprise, Scott raised a deformed arm covered with gold and silver fragments and split the flame in two. The flames passed around his body and burned a gap on both sides of the bridge.

"Hmm?" Neos frowned slightly. His flames could usually burn demons to death like a knife, but this thing actually—

"Cursed! Die!"

Scott didn't give him time to think. The massive, bloated figure rushed forward at incredible speed, brandishing a bizarre weapon made of jewels and corpses. Neos raised his sword to block, and the two forces collided, releasing a dazzling light.

On the bridge, the two engaged in a fierce battle. Despite his massive size, Scott possessed unparalleled speed and strength, while Neos used his sword and psychic powers to block and counterattack. Blue-white flames and a gray-green corrosive aura constantly collided and intertwined in the confined space.

In the distance, the Crusaders saw the fierce battle between the two beings, retreated to the rear, and shot at Scott from a distance, trying to create opportunities for Neos.

The North God transformed into a gray shadow, wandering around the battlefield, looking for a breakthrough. Suddenly, it found an opportunity, stepped forward with its front paws, and its body turned into a phantom of smoke, flashing across the battlefield like lightning, leaving Scott with several deep scars that could be seen to the bone.

"Ah! Damn beast!" Scott roared, but the wounds were quickly filled with rotten flesh.

The balance of the battle began to tilt. Scott, seemingly anticipating victory, retreated, fighting. The battle spread from the bridge to the deck, and from the deck to the sea. Scott drifted on the surface, trailing a long tail of polluted water behind him, as he fled towards the shore.

"Don't even think about escaping!" Neos pursued him relentlessly, and the Crusaders quickly organized themselves and followed in small boats. The North God transformed into a cloud of smoke and drifted towards Neos.

After passing through the dense coastal jungle, Neos caught up with the shore and unexpectedly found an open wheat field. Scott's bloated body was standing on the ridge, and the sunlight shone on his twisted body, casting an ominous shadow.

Neos had a vague feeling that something was wrong and carefully sensed his surroundings, but found no trace of other demons. To avoid further complications, he decided to fight quickly.

At this moment, Scott suddenly spoke, his voice strangely regaining some human clarity:

"Let's go to the fields."

"what?"

Neos was momentarily confused. But an enemy who knew they were doomed would never talk nonsense. He instantly became alert, applying several layers of protection, then gathered his strength and struck a swift, decisive blow, piercing Scott's chest.

"Pfft!"

Surprisingly, Scott made no move to dodge or resist. Instead, he charged forward, facing the sword. Less than a meter away, he reached Neos in a single stride. In that crucial moment, an ancient stone dagger suddenly appeared in Scott's hand, piercing Neos' heart!

There was no trace of plague or breath of hell on the dagger, but instead it faintly exuded a hint of...the scent of God?

"Clap!"

Neos's protective flames were split by the stone dagger, and layers of defense were pierced like paper. Fortunately, the additional protection gave him a glimmer of hope. Neos quickly leaned back, and the dagger grazed his shoulder, opening a wound. Pale golden blood dripped from the wound onto the ground.

Scott fell down with a laugh. When he touched the soil stained with Neos' blood, flames quickly burned up, and the demon turned into ashes in an instant, leaving only the stone dagger and Neos lying on the ground.

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In those days, humans flourished on earth. Neos descended to the world, bringing light and knowledge. However, a snake seduced humans, and some believed its words and became traitors. One of Neos' people, Scott, was corrupted by greed.

Heretic Scott said to Neos, "Let's go to the fields." When they reached the fields, Heretic Scott attacked Neos, stabbing him in the vitals with a stone dagger. However, the power of God protected Neos and saved him from harm.

Neos's blood fell to the ground, and that blood cried out from the earth, causing it to swallow up the heretic. The stone dagger was a token of his infidelity, left forever in the world as a warning.

——"The Holy Book of the Empire: Creation"

PS: Christian book friends should know which scene Bei Zhai wrote about, right?

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When the Crusaders arrived, the demon had disappeared, leaving Neos lying on the edge of the field.

"Saint-Saint!"

The Crusaders rushed forward anxiously, seeing the wound on Neos' shoulder slowly healing. Pale golden blood dripped onto the ground, causing the surrounding wheat to grow and mature at a visible rate, forming a golden ocean in the blink of an eye.

Corneos' eyes were tightly closed.

"Are you...are you okay?"

A soldier put a finger to Neos's nostrils and took his pulse, finding that his vital signs were gradually weakening. The North God approached cautiously, sniffed the stone dagger, and then retreated as if burned, whimpering uncomfortably.

"Father, what should we do?" "We have to inform the captain!" "But where is the captain?" "Then contact the first mate on shore first! Who has a telegraph? Send a message quickly!"

The Crusaders were in a state of panic, but under the guidance of the priest, they calmed down. Some went to contact the remaining soldiers in the city, some to find a doctor, and some to prepare a blessing ceremony. The Boston priest put on his gloves, picked up the stone dagger, and put it away. Just as he was about to take Neos back to the church on the ship, he saw the leopard dragging Neos' body.