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Chapter 110 I can't defeat the unclean one? Part 1
The huge, inflated body advanced rapidly on the front line. For the first time, Taylor wanted to use the words "agile" and "fast" to describe a behemoth that was 20 meters tall.

But now he had to admit that this thing's crossing ability and combat effectiveness had reached an astonishing level.

The fat was swaying, and it even looked a bit exciting? But apart from the green slime that was occasionally thrown out of his body!

A closer look at his huge arms revealed that they were covered in acne, with disgusting holes like honeycombs, enough to give people a claustrophobia attack.

An ugly face and abnormally cracked fat on the back, the texture of the cross section was wriggling, and there was a dry brown spine at the bottom.

The huge fork of corruption was waving everywhere, and his abdomen spit out mucus comparable to concentrated sulfuric acid, which was enough to crush mortals into ashes just by touching them.

The fork, stained with his body fluids, looked corrupt and disgusting, but it was actually extremely strong. Even the slime that was strong enough to rot adamantium had no effect on it.

Now the monster's movement was so powerful that it shook the earth and mountains, making Taylor feel dizzy and extremely nauseous.

The huge fat brother seemed to have a good temper from a distance, but I didn't expect that a few bombs would make him so angry. It can be said that the calmer he is, the crazier he becomes when he explodes?
Taylor looked at the huge demon approaching from behind and thought to himself with self-mockery.

There was a bit of his characteristic sense of humor, the kind that made you never laugh again.

A suffocating stench mixed with his running, and a large amount of body fluids splashed and flew, as if his huge body was sweating from his speed.

But Taylor is still glad that he is a Nurgle

A great demon, not the extremely fast Slaanesh or the cunning and ever-changing Tzeentch.

This is the only answer he has had so far.

However, on the bumpy and sticky battlefield and those complicated and damn trenches, it was difficult for Frenstein to increase his speed.

The huge body was not tired yet or would never be tired. Taylor prayed that they were facing the former, but could a demon that was not a biological being really have the physiological concept of fatigue?

Taylor must question this.

Now it seems that how he can survive is a problem. That thing is huge and resilient. If it weren't for the fact that Frenstein's engine is battle-hardened and well-maintained, they would have been finished long ago.

Maybe this is the end of his fighting fate?

Swallowed by a stinking, rotting, gigantic monster, then chewed and digested into a mass on the ground with a crunching sound...

Even excrement is not as filthy as it seems, or the mucus on its arms and thighs!
Just the thought of this outcome was enough to keep Taylor awake at night, not to mention that now it would happen again with just one wrong move.

He tremblingly picked up the hot melt and stuck his head out, and a ball of sticky and rotten toxin brushed across his head.

He could only shout and shoot at the approaching Unclean One.

The molten light and heat burned parts of his flesh, which only made him more angry and nauseous, and the burning brown smell mixed with the sticky blood, emitting a nauseating smell in the hot fat.

It seems that this thing may cause far less damage to him than high-explosive bombs.

"We're finished..." Taylor muttered almost like a madman, while inserting a pair of aces of hearts into his chest, praying for so-called good luck.

But he probably shouldn't use playing cards to pray for luck in his life. The big monster attacked him waving a fork, with great force and weight, which was not a force that mortals could face.

The hurricane created by that huge fork is enough to make a mortal fly.

Literally fly.

Taylor cursed as he sniffed the foul wind. "Damn it! I'm blessed with this ace of hearts! I'd trade never winning at cards for a chance to survive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hurricane rolled the playing card away from his chest.

?

Taylor watched as his protective umbrella almost abandoned him, and watched with a deathly pale face as the huge iron fork swept towards him. He drilled into the interior of Frenstein and grabbed a handle tightly.

There is no doubt that the entire Flannstein was lifted up a lot, and the right side was completely sunken. It can be said that this engine has never suffered such a serious injury since its birth.

Like a direct hit from a tank's main gun, the entire engine emitted a terrifying hissing sound, and many people's ears were ringing from the loud noise. Is this the power of a great demon? What exactly are those monsters who can single-handedly challenge a great demon?
Taylor thought of the Imperial heroes who were able to chop down the Great Demon, such as Dante, the Captain of the Blood Angels, and Celestine, the Living Saint, all legends that were familiar to people.

He was now racking his brains to think of any mortal who could deal with the demon, and trying to use that experience to help him.

But after thinking about it, he could only think of one name.

Slemabo...

No, no, no, this thing cannot be used as any standard, but apart from Catachan, Taylor really can't think of anyone who can do this.

That almost impenetrable defense and terrifying strength, that huge body and that terrifying appearance that could destroy everything.

Just the toxins spit out by the big demon's body are enough to turn this place into hell, let alone the big demon itself, such a terrifying and filthy existence?
He had just fallen on his head, and at this moment, an inexplicable tingling pain was flashing in his brain, as if the Emperor had installed a promethium lamp in his brain.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the big demon outside the vehicle raising his fork, saw Roland trying desperately to restart the spark plug, and saw the girl Lightling shaking herself in the corner of her blurry eyes.

And there was Corporal Katie who kept wiping the wound on his forehead.

They were all good soldiers, but now it seems they just followed the wrong people...

He was not a good leader. He always put them in danger and inexplicably provoked the anger of various terrible forces.

He is an incompetent boss...

But suddenly he heard the roar of cannons, the sound of tracks crushing the soil, and people shouting and fighting.

He was lifted up by something, weakly carrying Frenstein out, and then a sharp pain whistled through his arm.

"Ouch!"

He immediately got up alertly and found himself lying on a stretcher with a field medic staring at his arm.

He was holding a blood-stained medical circular saw, which made people wonder if he was trained by a green-skinned mad doctor.

On the other side, the girl from Lightling suddenly hugged him and cried, "Boss, you're okay!"

Taylor looked around in confusion. Of course, this was a battlefield, and next to him was Ferenstein, who was lying in a trench receiving temporary treatment.

The doctor said, "I gave him a mixed tonic containing epinephrine, taurine, a metabolic accelerator, and painkillers, as well as a large amount of anti-inflammatory drugs."

"By the Emperor, I once used it to pull a dying Grox back from Hell."

Taylor cursed. "Isn't that just animal medicine? No wonder it hurts!"

He rubbed his temples, touched the sticky man in his arms, and asked, "What's going on now?"

Roland replied. "The Lemanus tanks are approaching. We're using artillery fire to buy time. I'm starting the engines and bringing you here."

"Right now we have about three full infantry companies, one armored regiment, and three Valkyrie gunships."

"They are all willing to follow your command, Boss, a highly respected commander."

He choked up, as if he also felt that Taylor was not immortal, nor invincible.

"The command of an Imperial hero!"

Taylor could only sigh helplessly.

He is not a hero and he cannot lead.

But if he doesn't want to die here, he has to think of a way, a way!
As usual, if you don't kill the enemy, you will die.

(End of this chapter)