Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 355 First smash the father's pot

"A thousand diseases."

"Various poisons."

"A big cauldron boils, and everything comes together in one place."

"Father, the task you have assigned me is extremely difficult."

Kugath watched the bubbling cauldron, a thick soup now reduced to its base, filled with something more potent than every toxin and virus known to the Empire combined.

Now the stench has transformed into a strange sweet fragrance, like nectar that lures prey, seemingly wonderful but also deadly.

Kugashi saw it as a monster, because he was responsible for cooking and making it, just like the father of the atomic bomb knew how terrible the thing in his hands was.

He watched the fire without sleep and wore protective clothing for three days. In this place of Chaos Demon Realm, he felt that more than three months had passed.

Even a great demon could not withstand such mental exhaustion, but for Kugath, completing his father's mission was more important than his own life.

But now that an evil guest has arrived, he has no choice but to go and greet the Emperor's messenger...

He extinguished the crucible flame, stopping the divine plague at the moment before completion, and dragged his huge body with fat as he took off his protective suit in the isolation room at the door.

It was like a giant tyrant worm that had gained weight and suddenly shed its skin, but what was revealed underneath was not the lord of the swarm, but an ugly, dark green monster full of rotten flesh and maggots.

As he staggered out the door, he saw something was wrong.

For example, the demons outside have begun to learn from the Imperial Guard to use dirt and ash to form sandbags, hiding behind cover and shooting acid and poison.

They occupied the main roads just to give their masters time to create the divine plague, and even went so far as to learn from their most despised enemies to dig trenches and build bunkers.

Facts have proven that modern human warfare system is the best.

In the usual battles between demons and mortals or Space Marines, the gift given to them by the loving Father allows them to fight with their own nature.

But in front of the Sisters of Silence and the Skadi First Redemption Regiment with blessings for all members, the demons were forced to be pulled back into the trenches once again by cannons and guns.

After all, both sides have God's gift or neither side has God's gift. Demons can fight each other with flesh and blood, but the Imperial Guards never like to fight with bayonets.

At first the demons wanted to charge, but when the Catachans successfully told them that the combination of mountains and guerrilla warfare was like making stones talk.

The demons became obedient.

Kugath was lost in thought as he watched his brothers spitting behind the cover.

He asked. "Where are our plague walkers?"

A Plague Lord replied. "My Lord, half a week ago, the Cadians blew up all our mass graves with incendiary bombs."

"We've lost our most basic infantry unit and are struggling!"

Ku'gath said, puzzled. "Then use the tough, thick-skinned Nurgle beasts!"

The Plague Lord said, "All dead..."

Kugath's fat trembled slightly.

It seems like he is venting his dissatisfaction and doubts.

"Our ritual sacrifice site or Warp rift?" he asked tentatively, though the answer was obvious.

The Plague Lord grinned, his rotting mouth radiating. "The Catachans blew up our last few ritual sites, melta and dynamite, and they're so elusive..."

Kugath said with a look of dismay. "Have you been driven to this point by a few mortals?" The demons lowered their heads, and the Plague Lord, who had known Kugath for a long time, replied timidly. "My lord, they are monsters, not mortals!"

Kugath laughed heartily, feeling much more cheerful because he saw that his minions were now frightened by mortals.

How ridiculous is this? Just like a cat is afraid of mice, like a poisonous snake is afraid of frogs.

This was the best joke he had ever heard: The Plague Lord's demon was afraid of mortals?
Kugath laughed so hard that the fat on his belly trembled. He was not afraid of guns or artillery shells. The gift of the Lord of Plague made him invulnerable to swords and guns.

This is the great power of his father!
Kugath swayed his fat body like this, trying to see what had frightened his minions like this.

He strides like a meteor. Although Ku'gath's body is not as large as that of a true Great Unclean One, his abilities are no less than those of a real Great Unclean One.

He had drunk from the crucible of sickness, the poison of his father's most illustrious life, filled with his own strength and understanding of his responsibility.

But the things that a loving father cares about are very simple.

That is the cycle of life, endless life, death is eternity, and eternity is death.

To all living creatures, those things are chaos toxins. If they touch you, you die; if they don't, you die.

But for Kugath, the most poisonous plague in the world is a great tonic!
Then, when he was still a Nurgling, he fell into it and slurped up the broth of his father.

From that day on, Ku'gath could no longer be completely killed by mortal firepower. It was like the embodiment of a virus, suddenly recurring and endlessly reappearing!
Ku'gath knew that even an attack from Mortarion himself would be difficult to completely destroy him, so he was willing to become a flesh tank that broke through the battle line and showed those mortals their rightful place.

But when Kugath staggered out of the trench, amid the Plague Lords' repeated shouts and pleas for him to stay, Kugath stood at the front of the battle line.

He saw several black objects, all of which were human steel toys and of little value.

He was about to strut away, as he usually did, until he had taken two steps when he saw a small creature raise its head beside his right foot.

With dark skin and strong muscles, he ran in front of him without wearing a gas mask. That mortal really didn't know how to live or die!

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a red scarf, and was holding a weapon in his hand, pointing the gun at him.

Before Kugath realized that something was wrong, the molten heat swept over the fat in his abdomen and moved upwards.

First there was a stinging pain, then anger, but before he could see where the man was going, the mortal had disappeared into the mountains like a mouse.

Next, his butt was once again burned by the molten heat, and a barrage of heavy tank bullets and lasers hit his flesh.

It penetrated the layer of fat as heavy as a heavy tank, passed over the blessing he was proud of, and slammed heavily into Ku'gath's rotten flesh.

The big demon wailed in pain after being shot at. The grace of his loving father saved him from being torn to pieces, but the shells blessed by the Emperor were still flying around like they were free.

That thing that usually doesn't hurt him, now comes with the glory of an emperor and makes him live a life worse than death!

Kuga's drill bit drilled into the bunker, and a piece of its body was missing, looking in a miserable state.

He breathed in thick, foul air and cursed.

"Don't they offer any money for their blessings?"

The Plague Lord replied slowly. "My lord, my master."

"There's a saint across the street... He's much more powerful than an ordinary living saint, at least on Celestine's level..."

Kugashi cursed, clutching his shattered waist. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

(End of this chapter)