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Chapter 511 The Great Unclean One

Just as this blasphemous ritual reached its climax, and space was forcibly distorted and torn apart—

"Boom!!!"

Hathor, like a hammer of divine punishment, crashed into the hall through the gap she had violently breached in the top of the fortress!

The terrifying impact caused the entire hall to tremble violently. The corrupted floor beneath our feet was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and even the blasphemous altar shook violently. The energy flow of the ritual became slightly disordered!
“A…new…toy?” Grot’s cloudy compound eyes turned to Hathor, his thick voice carrying a hint of annoyance and malice at the interruption of the ritual.

But when its vision, which senses filth, truly locked onto the intruding giant, a tremor from the depths of its soul caused its massive body to pause almost imperceptibly.

The presence before it... that exceptionally tall and oppressive form, that pure, scorching power emanating from the very being itself, like the core of a furnace... evoked a long-lost, almost instinctive fear within it.

“A toy?” Hathor’s voice was as cold as the depths of the void as his gaze swept over the still-functioning blasphemous altar and the distorted spatial vortex. “I’m here to end the judgment on you, this pile of rotten flesh, and your filthy tricks!”

Without a word, the "Worldbreaker" unleashed a violent energy storm with the power to shatter stars, crashing down on Grote!
At the same time, "Claws of Horus" tore through the air, and five deadly silver beams aimed straight for the demon lord's vital parts!

Grot roared and raised his Plague Scythe to parry.

A terrifyingly loud bang, far exceeding the limits of metal impact, exploded!

The azure disintegration field clashed violently with the filthy plague energy, and sparks of energy scattered like shattered stars!
Grot's massive body was slammed back a step by the immense force contained in the "Worldbreaker," and the sticky, rotting flesh floor beneath his feet shattered, creating a deep pit!

Hathor's movements were so fast that they left only afterimages on his retina, followed closely by the shrill scream of "Claws of Horus" tearing through the air!

Despite Grot's desperate twisting and dodging, several deep, bone-revealing gashes were torn open in its thick plague plate armor, and foul-smelling blood gushed out like ruptured abscesses!

“Pain…is a gift from the loving father…!” Grot roared madly in agony, the rotting flesh at his wounds writhing and growing wildly, trying to heal.

Ignoring its injuries, it brandished its scythe, unleashing a swirl of filthy blade light in a fierce counterattack. At the same time, from the cracks in its rotting body, a massive cloud of rotting flies, teeming with highly toxic plague spores, surged toward Hathor like a rolling, yellowish-green fog.

However, the corner of its compound eye was fixed on the altar—the overwhelming power and speed Hathor displayed left the demon lord with a lingering primal fear amidst his rage.

Hathor's energy shield instantly hummed and lit up to its maximum intensity. The deadly cloud of spores collided with it, emitting a dense "sizzling" corrosive sound, and was completely blocked.

Like the most sophisticated killing engine, she dodged and charged forward amidst the demon lord's frenzied attacks.

The heavy "Worldbreaker" was wielded in her hands like a warhammer, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split the earth; the deadly "Claws of Horus" transformed into silver lightning that tore through space, each swing precisely targeting joints, tendons, and compound eyes.

The hall became a furnace of destruction: the deafening clash of adamantite warhammers against corrupted scythes; the piercing shrieks of annihilation tearing through the air; the furious roars of demons and the cold, iron-like shouts of the Primarchs intertwined and roared! Large sections of the walls crumbled and peeled away under the violent energy impact, and the profane statues were crushed into dust by the flying debris and shockwaves!
Just as Hathor pressed forward, attempting to completely overwhelm Grote with a ferocious offensive, and was distracted in preparing to destroy the buzzing blasphemous altar, Grote suddenly took a claw strike head-on, using the force to retreat a step back, and fiercely sprayed a thick stream of pus and blood, full of his own primal filth and magic power, at the core rune of the altar!

"The ceremony...is complete! Welcome...the loving...favor of the Father!" Grote roared with wild joy.

The light from the altar suddenly intensified, so bright it burned one's eyes!
Accompanied by a soul-freezing, viscous, deafening sound, as if billions of pieces of flesh were being forcibly torn apart at the same time, space was completely ripped open like a rotting sore!

A colossal, bloated, terrifying shadow that nearly filled half the hall—the Great Impure One, "Father of Pustules," Gugaggu, forced its way out of the churning warp of space, accompanied by a plague wind powerful enough to instantly corrode metal and dissolve flesh!
Its rotting body flowed with eternal pus, and its enormous plague sword and rusty hook radiated a destructive, blasphemous aura.

Its appearance instantly accelerated the corruption of the hall, and the plague in the air was so thick that it almost dripped!
Countless Nurgle sprites burst forth from its pustules with jubilation.

However, when Gugagu's bloated head, with its many pus-drained eyes, focused on Hathor, its morbid joy at his arrival froze instantly.

That towering, solid form, like a living fortress, and the intense, pure destructive energy emanating from it, like a stellar furnace about to erupt—this was the Primarch's oppressive aura!

For the first time, the resilience deep within its corrupt soul, born of the blessing of a loving father, felt a real threat. This force was so immense and direct, it seemed capable of utterly burning away the corrupt resilience it had always been so proud of.

A name almost escaped his lips with a surge of bile—Motalian! The Primarch of the Death Guard, the beloved son of a loving father.

But what's standing before me...a woman?
This cognitive dissonance was like a pure flower growing from rotten flesh, causing Gugagu's consciousness, composed of countless filthy thoughts, to momentarily freeze.

The core of this power, the echo of this genetic seed, was so clear, yet its outward form was completely different from the pale giant it had come to know, emanating a poisonous mist of despair.

“A… Primarch?” Gugag’s voice was like countless entrails churning in a swamp, filled with intense surprise, profound solemnity, and a brief moment of confusion due to gender misidentification. “…A powerful… Otherworldly being!”

"Another bug!" Facing the combined attack of the two demon lords, Hathor's momentum did not weaken. Instead, it surged to its peak like the core of a ignited star! She fearlessly fought against the two of them.

The "Worldbreaker" with the power to shatter mountains directly and effortlessly clashed with the plague-ridden giant sword that Gugagu swung down!
"boom--!!!"

The shockwave from the impact spread out visibly, and the deafening roar made the entire fortress groan!
The violent energy turbulence instantly tore the weak Nurgle spirits that were surging in from the surrounding area into filthy mist!

At the same time, "Claws of Horus," like a deadly silver viper, under the cover of the Storm Bolts' precise bursts of fire suppressing Grot's vision, repeatedly and cunningly tore open Grot's wounds that he was trying to heal, severing its decaying tendons, and precisely gouging out its crucial compound eyes!
Hathor moved at high speed as if traversing a double storm capable of crushing Titans, bringing Primarch's inhuman strength, extreme speed, and honed combat skills to their fullest potential.

Amidst the combined onslaught of Gugagu's devastating blows that could crush armored vehicles and Grote's cunning and treacherous plague scythe, she coldly calculated every dodge, block, and counterattack, precisely searching for that fleeting, fatal opportunity that could end one of them!

The battle instantly intensified to its most brutal and frenzied climax!

(End of this chapter)