Chapter 52 52, Twenty-Two Knives!

As time passed, the Great Unclean One's mentality of winning was gradually beginning to change.

"According to his current exercise intensity, it only takes another thirty seconds." But at this moment, Lymph's heart was still full of confidence.

But thirty seconds later.

"Dirty thing, can you only run away?!"

Dukel swung his chainsword and slashed violently.

"Is it possible that the soup that the original body has inhaled is still a little bit less? It doesn't matter, just wait for another minute."

One minute later.

Two hideous wounds were torn open on the demon's body again.

"Buzz!——"

"Run, run, let's see how long you can run!"

Amid the buzz of the chainsword, the primarch laughed wildly and pursued him like a perverted murderer.

Not only has the pursuit not slowed down at all, it has even become faster and faster!

No, it's because my speed has slowed down.

It was only at this moment that Lymph suddenly realized that his body, which had been blessed by Nurgle with almost immortal vitality, was gradually collapsing.

"Could it be that the emperor gave him a blessing that could withstand the soup of a loving father? Yes, the false emperor is becoming more powerful in human faith. This possibility is not impossible."

"But it doesn't matter. Even the blessing of the false emperor can't suppress the deliciousness of the soup forever. When you can't resist the temptation, you have to wait for a while."

five minutes later.

These five minutes felt longer than ever before, and it was as if the original body had not been eroded at all.

Lymph: "."

He looked at the original body that was still rushing towards him at high speed with a confused expression.

How is it possible, why hasn't he fallen yet? !

That is the seven-course soup of a loving father!

"Run! You shit-like thing, I'm catching up with you again! You have to run faster!" Dukel shouted, and a ball of spiritual fire shot out.

It spread rapidly across the battlefield like a pillar of fire, at an extremely fast speed, turning the demons along the way to ashes.

Dukel admitted that the Great Unclean One was indeed very capable of running.

His speed is not very fast, but the zombies he controls can always cause certain obstacles to the original body at critical moments.

Even though Duker was much faster than him, he was still able to catch him and successfully escape with a short distance dodge.

He is indeed a powerful opponent with rich combat experience.

However, the surrounding Nurgle demons were greatly affected by the original body's attack.

However, it's soon

Lymph can't guarantee that every escape will be unscathed.

"This hunting game is almost over." Duker murmured to himself.

Even if he is cut several times during his escape, the inner fire attached to the chain sword will cause horrific damage to the demon's body.

No matter how strong his vitality is in his body blessed by the evil god, he will eventually be killed.

As for the seven soups in the mouth of the Great Unclean One?

Duker said he simply didn’t know what to say!

The twisted evil god likes to do these fancy things. In the eyes of the original body, this kind of tricks and tricks that are not on the table are not even as good as the real swords and guns of Khorne!

The psychic force field is a psychic barrier originating from the human heart.

It is the highest expression of human beings’ unyielding will through the release of the soul!

With the blessing of the Heart Network, and the psychic energy provided by hundreds of thousands of Heart Network members for him to mobilize, his rejection of the negative energy of the subspace is almost to the extreme!

Khorne's blessings can be temporarily suppressed, and Nurgle's soup is no exception.

And if you don’t talk about measurement and only talk about toxicity, you are playing hooligans.

Unless these thick soups are directly injected into Dukel's body, the poisonous mist that escapes will lead him to fall.

It can only be said that I think too much.

The smile on Lymph's face faded at this moment, revealing a puzzled look.

His trust in his loving father was unlimited, and he never thought that the original body could resist the erosion of the soup. Maybe the other party was just bluffing, and maybe he was actually on the verge of collapse.

The primarch may succumb to the delicious taste of the soup in the next second, and may suddenly fall into chaos.

But Lymph knew better that it could no longer be delayed.

Even if his body is not under attack at this moment, rotten pieces of flesh are constantly falling. The fire of the soul is constantly burning the energy in his body. This body seems to have reached its limit.

And it is accompanied by the accumulation of attacks on oneself.

A fatal sense of crisis kept warning in his inspiration.

Looking back on the battle so far, he had been stabbed seventeen times by Duker.

The Great Unclean One had a strong premonition that as long as he was slashed four or five more times, he would be completely dead.

That is true death, turning into complete nothingness. Even the sea of ​​souls no longer has a place for him.

This feeling shouldn't exist. Death and rebirth are Nurgle's authority. No one should be able to completely eliminate him!

But this feeling just appeared.

And it’s getting stronger!

Eighteen knives!

While he was distracted, his body was again cut with horrific wounds by the chain sword.

--run!

The growing sense of death made the Great Unclean One feel panic.

He had forgotten the last time this feeling occurred.

Maybe it never happened,

Maybe ten thousand years ago, or even longer?

Nineteen knives!

"puff!--"

Stinking blood sprayed on the battlefield.

Never before had the Great Unclean One been so anxious to be away from a human being.

But the speed difference between the two sides is objective.

Even though he has used all his means, he still cannot completely avoid the attack of the Primarch.

Twenty cuts!

The fear in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Before the real death came, even the terrifying demon could not be calm.

He even began to panic and wanted to tear open the passage back to the subspace.

Unfortunately, everything here had been blocked by the Fire of the Heart, and the previous passage was barely established by several demons together.

There are no many demons here to help him build a stable passage.

Twenty-one cuts!

"Buzz!——"

The buzzing of the chainsaw sword is like a letter of death.

The final demise seems to be inevitable.

At this moment, most of the flesh and blood of the Great Unclean One's fat and bloated body has disappeared, and the body running in vain is like a skeleton with flesh and blood cut off.

This strange and rare scene made Nurgle's withered army completely fall into a violent state.

They bravely blocked the pursuit of the Primarch.

The military power of the imperial warriors reached its peak at this moment.

The arrogant demon was now running away in panic, and the warriors were chasing him.

Amid the roars and the roars of guns and ammunition, the glory of mankind seemed to have returned to everyone's heart again.

But at this moment, Lymbath, who was about to die, was inexplicably calm.

The noisy battlefield seemed to calm down in his perception, and the children's wailing and roaring were silent for a moment.

"Father!——"

"The end of life is your authority."

"But what will be the end of death?"

"I can no longer return to your arms, even the power of rebirth cannot save me."

"Lymbath can no longer sleep in your garden——"

Scenes from the long time emerged in his mind, and a turbid tear flowed from the demon's eyes.

Twenty-two! ——

"Puff!——"

No matter what kind of prayers the Great Demon had in his heart.

The madly spinning chainsaw sword finally pierced his body.

The final execution has come!

"Primarch, you don't seem to understand what kind of terrible power you hold"

At the last moment of his life, Linbas looked at Dukel and muttered to himself, showing a smile that seemed to be mocking and self-mocking.

"Ah?!"

Dukel didn't understand how much inner drama the Great Unclean One in front of him had experienced.

"You must have been chopped silly!"

The Primarch, who was still angry, kicked away the stinking corpse pierced by the chainsaw sword.

But at this moment, an extremely huge and extremely weak force was absorbed into his body for no reason.

The power of the body surged at this moment!

Even the essence hidden in the depths of the subspace suddenly opened its huge single eye at this moment, and the sophisticated device of the wheel in the wheel was rotating at an unprecedented speed.