"Ugh..."
"Watching this gameboard makes me lose my appetite!"
Looking at the scene where maggots were flying everywhere, Caleb quickly pulled back his perspective and distance, gagging a few times.
It's no wonder people say that things in the Warp are disgusting just to look at.
Damn it, this Great Cleanser is really too clean, and its fighting style is extremely heavy-handed.
It feels like throwing feces on the battlefield, and it even seems happy when the opponent throws feces back!
"Stinky guy, I should make you shut your mouth!"
"I hate you, you disgusting thing!"
When Hulk, who considers himself an Ork, starts cursing at someone like that, the scene is truly disgusting.
Hulk had expected a passionate brawl, but the fight suddenly turned into a weird game of throwing poop at each other.
The surroundings were full of green soup, and there was always the illusion that foul-smelling pus would overflow from the gameboard.
Well, if it really overflowed, he wouldn't need to stand here; he'd be dead already.
But the point is, the way this Greater Daemon threw poop was just too disgusting.
After hitting an Ork, it would explode into gore and maggots.
Caleb really couldn't think of any good adjectives to describe such a disgusting thing.
The good news is that most of the Orks started believing that they could resist the virus.
This power of belief did indeed play a certain role in the Warp.
However, the bad news is that this doesn't mean these Ork boys could actually hurt this Great Unclean One.
The iron scraps in their hands were like scratching an itch in front of this giant mountain of flesh.
Kuves just scratched his belly a few times, and the maggots that fell off could potentially crush the Orks below.
A lot of the time, these Orks weren't fighting the massive Kuves, but the creatures falling off Kuves' body.
To put it bluntly, the Orks would need some time just to fight the ticks on this guy.
Not to mention fighting a Greater Daemon one-on-one.
Caleb could see it now; the Warp really did enhance the strength of demons.
Or perhaps this was the demons' original strength.
Without artifacts, and without the Emperor personally stepping in, it was indeed too difficult to fight demons in the Warp.
Although Orks can also WAAAGH in there, true enough, but given the combat power of these demons, I'm afraid most of the Orks wouldn't make it out alive.
The battle had reached a fever pitch.
Due to the blessings of the Chaos Gods, the Orks were gradually starting to lose to the combined forces of the demons on both sides.
Or rather, the demons on both sides weren't united; they were just physically separated at the two ends of the ship, forced to fight the Orks.
"This won't do. The two demon armies haven't met, so they can't consume each other!"
"If this keeps up, all my Ork pieces will be donated!"
"Even an Ork Titan can't hold up in this kind of battle!"
Looking at the pieces in his hand that had already fallen apart, Caleb felt an indescribable heartache.
Thousands of pieces, wiped out in an instant in a single battle.
And looking at the follow-up investment, it seems like they will continue to be wiped out.
Throwing low-level units in there really means they won't last more than a few seconds.
This scene reminded him of the Apocalypse-level battle at Armageddon.
In this narrow ship, Orks and demons had clashed into a single mess.
The bow of the ship was a scene of a bloodthirsty frenzy; the terrifying demons and Orks were hacking at each other, both sides blinded by rage.
Every blade was stained red with blood.
Even facing such casualties, the Orks were still there shouting "WAAAAAGHGH!"
It can only be said that Khorne and the Orks are a really good match; they are worthy of being the war weapons created by the Old Ones.
Of course, I don't know if it's because the quality of the Ork pieces is poor, but once they are knocked off the gameboard, they are truly scattered to pieces!
Picking up the remnants of the pieces on the ground, Caleb wondered whether he should invite some strange reinforcements?
In his extreme brain, he even thought about throwing Necrons into the battlefield.
If Necrons appeared on the Warp battlefield, that would probably be a huge setting conflict.
Fortunately, Hulk didn't let Caleb down. Under the influence of the endless WAAAGH energy, Hulk's combat power was constantly increasing with the blessing of every punch.
Hulk began to learn how to control his anger; he had to ensure he remained clear-headed while also ensuring his fists were angry and hard enough!
Just as Gork and Mork had inspired.
He had to be both brutal and cunning, and both cunning and brutal.
In the dark, he already felt something trying to lure him into madness.
But now he had to rely on this power to defeat the enemy in front of him.
He even vaguely wanted to control this power.
[Khorne: This isn't right. Fighting so fiercely, why hasn't the favorability increased!]
[What do you mean the slaughter value is stuck at 80%? How am I supposed to play this!]
Khorne discovered that the cunning piece right now seemed to be stuck in a very awkward position.
He deliberately kept his combat power on par with the Great Unclean One to trick him into giving blessings!
Logically speaking, this wave of blessings should have pushed the opponent over the top.
But after a string of blessings, this guy's power didn't increase at all!
[Khorne: Kill him, and I will grant you the power to penetrate the firmament!]
When the demonic voice of Chaos could already affect Hulk's brain, Caleb understood that this was the most critical moment.
At this time, those prophetic images from before were already useless. Because of the addition of new forces, the prophecies were meaningless at this moment.
Perhaps the result wouldn't be what Khorne wanted, but if Nurgle succeeded, it would be the same.
[Nurgle: You cheater! I want to grant blessings too!]
On the scene, Hulk's body became bigger and bigger. The blessings of the two gods were constantly destroying and tearing his body apart.
An ordinary person would probably have turned into a Chaos Spawn by now.
However, Hulk miraculously held on; every cell in his body was constantly reconstructing his sound physique!
[Khorne: I'm going all in!]
[Nurgle: I'm going all in too!]
The Chaos Greater Daemon Kuves felt something was wrong as he fought.
Why is this brother in front of me getting bigger and bigger?
Although Father Nurgle is generous, isn't this generosity a bit too much?
"Bang!"
Hulk, who was tens of meters tall, gave the Greater Daemon a punch, directly beating him into a puddle of meat mud.
Immediately, he used his body to perform a round of hand-beaten meatballs!
This combination of punches directly smashed a large part of his body.
Even the maggots on his carcass couldn't survive!
"What a grumpy brother!"
Kuves, whose body was twitching in pain, wanted to go back.
This so-called brother was a fighting maniac, a hopeless fighting maniac.
However, as the heavy fist fell, Kuves, that demon, did not return to Father Nurgle's embrace as he wished.
Because the moment he was hammered, the miserable guy had already triggered the defeat CG!
[Defeated the Great Unclean One: Kuves.]
[Successfully triggered skill: Hand of the Holy Number~]
[Current holy number is 7; you can directly change the opponent's thinking and core.]
[Note: This method must retain the opponent's original code; you cannot transform a Great Unclean One into a Tzeentch demon!]
[Time limit is 1 hour.]
The screen paused.
The originally frantic battlefield froze at this moment.
When the countdown on the screen started, Caleb understood that this was the best opportunity to feed Nurgle shit!
Why can Nurgle disgust me, but I can't disgust Nurgle?
This is unfair, especially for a player; this is just too unfair.
So, looking at the Great Unclean One on the gameboard, Caleb suddenly had a brilliant idea.
He took out the paint and spray paint in his hand, and immediately started spraying the Great Unclean One in front of him.
First, he covered the original body with blue paint, then gave it a good bath with the maintenance oil in his hand.
Then, he used a white brush to tattoo a big "U" logo on its back.
Next was the opponent's entry; it had to be changed properly.
[Kuves: Plague Preacher, loves to spread Father Nurgle's benevolence, and brings endless plagues and flu to other worlds.]
[In his own Garden world, he can often see the hut where Father Nurgle brews soup.]
[He very much hopes to receive Father Nurgle's care and benevolence, and has been working hard for it.]
"So that's how it is!"
Caleb raised his head slightly and looked at the entry above, but it didn't matter; soon, this Nurgle demon would be corrupted.
Although saying a "corrupted demon" sounds strange, this is the holy hand!
"Hey!"
Caleb immediately took out the keyboard and directly modified its core significantly.
This modification was as abstract as it could get.
It even really felt like a heroine in an adult anime being corrupted!
[Caleb: Kuves!]
[You are a kind child who cherishes life!]
[You have inherited Father Nurgle's benevolence and like to listen to the needs of different lives!]
[And will satisfy people's demands for kindness and love as much as possible.]
[You were once the greatest Ultramarines, but due to special circumstances, you became a Great Cleanser! Bane of cockroaches!]
[You vow to fight for Macragge, and even though you have become what you are today, you still use the blue color scheme, plus the U-shaped pattern as your logo!]
Caleb's chaotic writing was like a super hypnotic app.
As long as these things were written in, the demon would believe everything he wrote.
And its behavior would change according to the content he wrote.
At the same time, its personality would also change because of his writing style!
[Pause time ends, the piece will return to the Nurgle Garden.]
Looking at the blue Great Unclean One that suddenly appeared in that Garden.
Caleb had already started chuckling.
He even vaguely saw the massive entity brewing porridge, showing a look of shock!
[Nurgle: Oh no, my child has been played with!]
[He's even been branded, becoming someone else's space-slave!]
At this moment, another shadow appeared on the gameboard. These shadows were all very huge, and it felt like they were outside the map in the screen.
On the gameboard, a charming figure appeared. Although Caleb could only see a trace of a vague mark, he could tell that this should be some embodiment of elegance and perfection.
[Slaanesh: Holy shit, big news again?]
[How long has it been since The Cursed One was dragged back by that golden hand? What are you guys messing with?]
[Hmm, did some Orks get mixed in? Doesn't seem like a big deal!]
[Wait a minute, Nurgle!]
[You said your own child was transformed by someone into a space-slave!]
[Show me quickly, I'm very curious too!]
The ultimate gossip master, Slaanesh, is online again.
Sister S turned into a ruthless gossip machine, curiously looking at this blue piece.
"For Macragge, for Ultramar!"
When the blue Great Unclean One let out a battle roar.
Sister S laughed!
Her laughter could be said to be super loud; even Caleb could hear that silver-bell-like laughter.
[Slaanesh: Interesting! Interesting! This is too explosive!]
[What Macragge, what Ultramar?]
[Isn't that the place ruled by The Cursed One?]
[I remember that his 13th child is still lying there!]
[That guy, he was already stabbed into the ICU by my Fulgrim!]
[Wow, your child is infected with Ultramar?]
[It's so fucking funny, how could you let The Cursed One corrupt your own child!]
At this time, Slaanesh was clearly proud. Recently, she had become much stronger than before.
The more pleasure, the stronger she became!
With so much fun recently, she really couldn't keep up!
[Nurgle: The Cursed One's scheme? Okay, Macragge, Ultramar, I've remembered it!]
[Daring to corrupt my child, I must make that place fall into endless plague, and correct my child properly!]
At this time, Nurgle had made up his mind to make Ultramar fall into endless plague.
He had even begun to lay out and plan at this moment, just in the time it took to stir the pot with a ladle.
A large-scale plague war had already been deployed.
However, how could such small movements escape the Emperor's eyes?
At this time, the Emperor, squatting in the Warp, was watching all this like a show!
[Emperor: Should find an opportunity to let Old 13 get up!]
[A Loyalist Faction demon, how could I have such a strange dream!]
The Emperor on the Golden Throne scratched his butt, and the surrounding Custodes looked at each other.
They saw the skeleton frame that usually didn't move, moving at this moment.
Recently, the Emperor's movements were indeed more than before; for the current Imperium, this was simply a shocking rumor.
However, as Custodes, they would strictly keep secrets.
At most, they would mention it a couple of times during the High Council.
In fact, no one in the Imperium cares about the Emperor's current state now; as long as he doesn't stand up immediately, they won't care.
Of course, the gossip-loving Emperor had long seen that the modified Great Unclean One was completely broken!
Let's put it this way: a demon can eat the Emperor's blessing without collapsing; you know how broken he is!
This is like a goblin enslaving a female knight, eventually making the female knight a pitiful space-slave.
And now it's the other way around; the female knight has enslaved the goblin into a space-slave.
This is very good, this is very Chaos.
Being able to distort the origin of an object at will, and even distort it to the point that even his dad doesn't recognize him!
Recalling his own "good child"!
Thinking about that will saying he would distort other daughters.
The Emperor even doubted for a moment whether this was some kind of Chaos origin communicating with him?
Could it be that in the Chaos pantheon, another supreme god who transcends the Chaos Gods is about to be born?
The Emperor said nothing, just quietly watching the show.
Anyway, no matter what, it's much better than him standing up and humans all gg-ing!
Even...
The Emperor took a look at his good daughter Lion; he suddenly felt that becoming a woman was actually not impossible!
So, while he was "ob" on the edge of the gameboard, he accidentally let Caleb hear his inner voice.
[Emperor: If becoming a woman could lift the curse, that would be great!]
[Oh, I really want to go back to being a wanderer, I don't want to be a golden toilet!]
[It would have been better if I hadn't promised Malcador to save humanity back then, what a pity, if only I had a female main body to play with!]
After the Emperor sighed, he quickly focused his gaze on his child.
After all, a good daughter is still pleasing to the eye, it's just that what the good daughter is doing now seems a bit strange.
I saw Lion at this moment holding a whip and constantly whipping Yvraine, and her desperate shouting could be described as deafening!
[Emperor: Uh oh, what to do if the child is infected with BDSM?]