In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

"Never mind that! Let's just push through this one first! We need to speed things up!"

Solomon gritted his teeth, looked at the points he had accumulated, and made a snap decision to directly unlock the skill tree.

These points are meaningless if you don't use them when you should.

Give me some more!

[Enhanced Skill: Divine Aura LV3 (Within the aura's range, warp corruption can be purified; weak enemies will be directly purified.)]

[Unlocked Skill: Group Protection Against Evil (Slightly increases the resistance of friendly units to warp erosion.)]

[Unlocked Skill: Weapon Blessing (Allied units gain increased damage against Chaos when attacking with weapons.)]

The next second, the golden light emanating from Solomon surged again, turning him from a candlelight into a light bulb.

The golden light was no longer just a defense, but had transformed into a tangible impact.

Centered on Solomon, the surrounding Nurgle zombies hadn't even had time to get close before their rotting flesh melted like candles, sizzling as they went.

"Holy crap!" Vlad exclaimed, looking at the exaggerated effect before him. "Old man, you're a complete shredder! These zombies can't even get close before they turn to ash."

"The charlatan really does a lot of damage against demons." Caesar looked at the bomb gun and power sword in his hand, then at Solomon's ridiculously powerful AOE aura, and couldn't help but sigh, "Is this the T0 class of this version? Sigh, its strength."

"Get lost!" Solomon raised his shield and ran like a bulldozer, retorting speechlessly, "I'm a law student, and now I'm being treated like some kind of charlatan, shining with golden light. Who am I supposed to reason with?"

"So you studied law before you transmigrated and magic after you transmigrated, isn't that a perfect match for your major?" Vlad teased Solomon with a sly laugh, while also rapidly reaping the fish that had slipped through the net.

"Isn't it because demons can't be reasoned with? So you have to talk to them about physics, right?" Caesar added insult to injury.

Osiris, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't help but speak up when he saw the pus and filth all over the ground.

"If you persuade someone to study medicine, you'll be struck by lightning. If you persuade someone to study law, you'll be torn to pieces."

Osiris's multi-tube heat pipe melted the wall of flesh in front of him, and he said resentfully, "We must have committed some terrible sins in our past lives to be banished to this cesspool."

The four of them joked with each other in the channel to relieve stress as they went straight into the conversation.

With Solomon acting as a purifier, their advance was incredibly fast.

Finally, the moment the pipes ahead suddenly opened up, a stench that even the helmet's built-in filtration system couldn't completely eliminate hit us.

"Ugh!"

Vlad was the first to gag, saying, "What's this smell? I feel like I'm going to throw up."

Caesar's face was also ashen. "Good heavens, I almost couldn't breathe."

Even with Solomon's aura protecting him, his stomach was still churning.

Osiris, however, remained calmly in place, even taking a deep breath.

Everyone turned to look and saw that Osiris's helmet had an extra, more complex filter mask on the outside, which was tightly fastened to his faceplate.

After a deathly silence.

"You bastard!" Vlad yelled, pointing at Osiris. "How come you still have a protective mask? You cheated!"

Osiris shrugged and said calmly, "Well, this is my own equipment. After all, Death Guards have built-in protective gear; it's just a matter of luck."

Just as the group was consumed by envy over Osiris's good fortune, they heard hurried footsteps behind them.

"Keep up! Don't fall behind! Stay close to the angels!"

It turned out to be Colonel Custer, who led his commando team to catch up with the four-man group.

However, the moment they stepped into this area, something strange happened.

Volume 1: Chapter 7 Oh no, the doctor's dirty!

"Ah! My hand!"

A soldier at the forefront suddenly screamed as his exposed skin rapidly broke out in a dense rash of chickenpox and pustules, which began to swell and ulcerate in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, more and more soldiers began to cough violently.

"Stop! Everyone back off!" Solomon's expression changed drastically as he tried to expand the range of the halo as much as possible, attempting to cover everyone.

However, the subspace concentration at his current location is too high for a mortal body to withstand.

“The environment here has been assimilated by the warp.” Osiris glanced at the soldiers’ symptoms and said coldly, “With this level of infection, it won’t be long before they all become plague zombies.”

Colonel Caster looked at his suffering subordinate, his eyes filled with anxiety. "But sir! Our mission is to assist you..."

“Assistance doesn’t mean sending you to your deaths!” Vlad yelled.

Caesar took the initiative to take control of the situation. He knew that he had to give these mortals a reason to retreat, otherwise they might stubbornly fight to the death here.