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Angron was fighting Kugas almost with enjoyment, and he even had the time to guide the actions of the Great Unclean.

"Watch your steps, Fatty! Why are you so stupid? Didn't I just tell you to watch your feet five minutes ago? You have to move forward when you swing your sword!"

"You forgot again! Flip your wrist! Flip your wrist! This will make the blade do more damage! Alas, you are so stupid! Orcs have a higher IQ than you!"

"Your tongue is growing back? Don't use it to attack when it grows back! Stupid, well, now it's broken again!"

...perhaps we shouldn't call this guidance.

Compared to his lightheartedness, Kugas was much more miserable. In its long and filthy (a compliment to the Nurgle demons) life, the plague father Korgath, the last time he felt like crying was because he failed to spread the plague of his father on time, killing her. love to share with all.

As for this time, the reasons are completely different. The unclean person even felt that the black can was bullying him - how could he do that? This clean bastard!

"You can't say that about Kugas! Kugas is dignified! Kugas is not as stupid as you think!"

It said in that muffled voice, followed by more contemptuous words from Angron.

"Really? But I don't think a normal person should call himself in the third person, fat boy, you seem stupid and abnormal."

Kugas roared angrily and advanced as he swung his sword, then flipped his wrist to let the blade do more damage. This time, it did an impeccable job.

Angron's eyes lit up and he took a step forward excitedly. He didn't dodge, but he avoided the deadly plague sword by an inch, and then slashed the axe into Kugas' belly again. His face twisted into a ball, pain raging in his stomach.

"You're doing a great job! Come on! I'll teach you a few more tricks! Ha, this is really exciting, I actually taught a Nurgle demon to learn swordsmanship!"

He was talking excitedly, and then saw Kugas throwing down the Plague Sword in his hand with a crying face, turning his head and running, even running out of the gate between the thrones - Angron didn't react to the end for the first time. what happened.

ah?

Um?

it ran? !

The Lord of Red Sand let out an angry roar of filial piety: "Come back! You shameless green-skinned fat boy! Run? Let me see where you can go!"

Angron chased after him with the axe in his hand.

"Don't! Don't! Kugas won't fight you! You're a pervert!"

Givaudon, who had been ordered by the Primarch not to interfere with his battle, stood by the door, watching eccentrically what had just happened. He watched his Primarch nearly cry a great unclean person in five minutes.

The Emperor is above, this is somewhat...

Givaudan swallowed his saliva and swallowed the second half of his words into his stomach. The Primarch went after the Great Unclean One, which is good. Losing their commanding generals, Nurgle's demon army is now at a weak time, and there is an opportunity.

After making the judgment, Givaudron quickly entered a wartime state. There was no longer the slightest expression on his face, replaced by a pure cold rationality. He drew his bolter, and the throne room was enormous, with the Emperor inside. And the place they were in was the outer world, where the Imperial Army tried their best to keep the demons out.

Givaudoren began his stealth, and the veteran circled the field little by little. He stepped over the corpses where the Custodians and the demons lay together. The ratio of their casualties was one to one thousand, and Givaudron looked at the fallen Custodians with respect. The exaggerated casualty ratio still made him feel a little unworthy.

Demons can regenerate, and a Custodian...

He came silently behind the Nurgle demons, the Nurglings flying over their heads unaware of him. Givaudoren pulled out the bolter from his waist and switched his firing range to semi-automatic—he was about to take a roll call.

The sound of the bolter guns was inconspicuous in the howling.

A plague carrier was crowding among the demons, pouring pus from his belly. But its head exploded abruptly in the next second, no demons cared about it, they didn't even notice. Continuing to move forward noisily and croaking, among the crowded demons, the corpse of the carrier quickly disappeared.

Well, the initial attempt was successful.

Givaudoren turned the muzzle and changed the bolter's magazine at the same time. His newly replaced magazine has an obvious lightning symbol, and the whole body of the magazine as thick as a mortal forearm is blue. It was a masterpiece made by the automatic production line on the Vengeance, and after trying it out at the training range, Givaudron was happy to call it a masterpiece.

He couldn't help but smile a little, and the thought of just thinking about what kind of damage this treasure in the magazine could do made his heart surge.

The finger is pressed down, and the trigger is under pressure and starts to be depressed slowly until it reaches a certain critical point - bang.

The recoil, which was five times stronger than before, was perfectly controlled by Jivaldoren, and when the muzzle was raised, cold freezing air emanated from the vicinity of the muzzle. Jiva Duolin did not dare to delay, and immediately changed the magazine. He did not forget the instructions of the center of the circle. The current strength of the bolt gun is not enough to fire two cold bullets in a row, and the explosive fire bullet must be replaced for neutralization.

In just three seconds when he changed the magazine, the cold bullet that was fired produced an excellent result-it flew into the demon army, and Jivaldoren did not deliberately aim at any demon, because this thing's The killing radius is around twenty meters.

It landed on the ground with a soft thud. The warhead lit up with blue runes, and in a dangerous low humming sound, the icy magic power that was compressed to the extreme exploded violently through the rune array that had been set up a long time ago. The demons were all frozen into ice. The Custodians didn't know what was going on, but they wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass by.

"Kada."

Givaudan put on a new magazine, which also had the lightning logo, but the whole body was red. His left hand stroked the lightning symbol, then pulled the trigger again. The flame bomb fell into the demon army in half a second, and the double **** of ice and fire caused the Nurgle demons to suffer heavy casualties in an instant.

"call."

He sighed contentedly, no matter how many times he was satisfied—killing demons, always satisfying.

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"You just run away, don't you?"

Angron chased after Kugas closely, wielding his axe blade from time to time to electrify the fast-running green-skinned fat boy. Behind such unpleasant behavior hides his true purpose - he does not want to kill this great impurity between the thrones, when they die in the material realm, they usually burst out all the plagues stored in their bodies.

He was thinking about how to take this thing away from the throne, but he never thought that it would leave there on its own initiative. This can be considered to achieve the goal. Still, take it a little further. At least killing this thing in a clearing is the perfect solution.

As for Kugas - it actually ran away because it felt threatened.

Father Yu is dead, and he doesn't want to deceive himself with lies anymore. Kugas really understands Father Rain Rotigues. Although he hates each other, he also knows how strong Rotigues is. Since humans have the ability to completely kill Rotigues, they naturally have the ability to kill him.

It sensed this threat from Angron. Kugas thinks that it still has many clean worlds that have not spread the plague of the Father, and that it cannot die here. Therefore, the great impure person runs very fast at this moment. As long as it runs to the nearby portal, the human can no longer threaten it.

How can he still chase into the warp?

Thinking of this, Kugas ran faster. It doesn't even look at the plague walking corpses on the ground. If it used to be, it would most likely stop and observe the development of the plague in these walking corpses, and sometimes even taste some of it in person. Maybe it will give it inspiration for new epidemics. But it doesn't have that leeway now.

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The running action of the Great Unclean One stopped, and it floated abruptly. Blue magic began to appear in the air, and Angron pouted, knowing that most of his fun was gone.

Kugas screamed, not knowing what was going on. It stomped its short legs, waving its fat arms, and the fat on its body trembled. Maggots began to drop incessantly.

Sure enough, He Shenyan came to him in a twist of space. He looked at the unclean person floating in the air, and then looked at Angron, and suddenly asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to direct it to where no one is."

"It's a good idea." He Shenyan nodded. "However, strictly speaking, there are people everywhere."

Angron frowned: "What are you talking about?"

The wizard sighed.

"I mean, Angron, have you ever wondered how those portals that can hold huge numbers of demons come through?"

"No." Angron answered honestly.

"Then I'll explain it to you. Those portals are maintained through human suffering. Negative emotions are inherently the nourishment of evil in the warp. To maintain a warp portal, a steady stream of negative emotions cannot be Less...are you right, Kugas?"

He looked at the great impure person with a half-smile, and the smile on his face abruptly made the great demon feel a shudder-it didn't know this person, but it instinctively sensed the threat.

"Kogath doesn't know you." The Great Unclean One floated in midair, stubbornly stalking his neck.

"It's okay, you'll get to know each other soon." He Shenyan smiled gently.

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