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A stream of yellowish-green pus, mixed with digestive juices and countless bacteria, gushed out from the rift in the unclean man's abdomen like a high-pressure water jet.

The torrent struck precisely the area where Osiris was located.

Despite the incredible defensive capabilities of Osiris's power armor under Solomon's buff, he did not suffer any substantial damage.

But a foul-smelling, yellowish-green pus, more intense than ever before, cascaded down on Osiris like a waterfall, soaking him to the bone.

In an instant, the entire venue fell into dead silence.

That obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, even on the battlefield, requiring his armor to be spotless.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in yellowish-green mucus, foul-smelling pus and blood, and fragments of rotting internal organs.

Oh, and there are some maggots wriggling on the power armor.

Caesar peeked half his head out from behind the pillar, and gasped as he looked at the figure that had turned completely yellowish-green.

Solomon lowered his shield and looked at the Great Unclean with pity.

Vlad covered his eyes in the shadows above, seemingly unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

Osiris stood frozen in place, the muzzle of his molten steel still steaming.

Through the filthy mask, the three could almost see Osiris's sanity snapping.

The voice emanating from Osiris's armor was no longer the deep, resonant one it once was; instead, it was the oppressive strain of a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"You...die!!!"

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"You...die!"

This roar wasn't loud, but it sounded like the death knell.

Osiris moved instantly.

This time, he didn't seek cover or care about positioning. He charged straight at the Great Impure One like a roaring train.

The muzzle of the hot melt gun in his hand was burning red, a sign that it was about to overheat and explode.

But Osiris didn't care.

He practically shoved the gun barrel into the Great Demon's belly, and the dazzling, high-temperature beam blasted through the Great Impermanent's skin.

The oil vaporized instantly, causing the unclean being to howl in agony, trying to swat the ant that had injured it to death.

Osiris seemed to sense something, instinctively dodging the attack by sidestepping it, and once again shoved the gun into the Great Demon's body and pulled the trigger.

Another hole running through the hole.

Caesar, hiding behind a pillar, swallowed hard and looked at the crazed figure, unable to resist complaining in the chat.

[Caesar: Anyone who didn't know better would think he was an angel of holy blood. That shout just now, I thought he'd seen Horus. What is this? A germaphobic Black Wrath?]

[Solomon: Stop joking around, watch out for Osiris's weapons. They're about to overload and explode, get ready to intercept.]

Solomon stared at the weapon in Osiris's hand, which was already emitting black smoke but was still firing.

Osiris saw the message in the group chat, but showed no intention of stopping.

Just as the molten lament let out its final, mournful cry, Osiris plunged the weapon, which was about to explode, deep into the wound of the Great Impure One.

"Eat this, you fatso!"

Osiris kicked the Great Demon in the stomach, using the momentum to retreat.

A muffled thud came from inside the unclean one's body.

Flames mixed with countless fragments of rotting internal organs gushed out.

The Great Imp was severely injured, its massive body teetering on the brink of collapse. But as a high-ranking demon under Nurgle's command, its vitality was despairingly tenacious.

"I'm going to... turn you all into soup!"

The Great Impure One went mad; its mangled body writhed violently as it tried to seize the Space Marine before it.

Just as Osiris was unarmed and about to be grabbed by the rotting hand...

Osiris snorted coldly, and his accumulated points instantly dropped by a large margin.

Nearly a hundred ghost soldiers armed with plasma weapons appeared out of thin air in front of Osiris.

In an instant, they formed an impenetrable network of firepower.

The intense firepower poured down on the Great Impure One like a torrential rain.