Chapter 36 Uninvited Guests

The characteristic Nurgle Chaos Spawns appeared after the Toads, their fang-like spikes less menacing than the swollen yellow-green blisters.

Lynch had to admit that they were disgusting enough to stop him in his tracks.

No matter how disgusting it is, the fight must go on.

The plague toad jumped over impatiently and used its rotten tongue to get close to the cold-blooded creature.

The spears nailed the smelly tongues that stretched out to the ground, and the lizardmen used their sharp claws to cut off the passion of the plague toads.

Lynch cut open the toad's body, and a large amount of yellow-green liquid splashed out.

The Chaos Spawn that followed used its tentacles to knock the Lizardmen away, and the Lizardmen were forced to separate and fight each other in the fetid swamp.

Lynch tried his best to push away the excited plague toad in front of him. He wanted to gather the warriors, but the cold-blooded creature had been pushed farther and farther away by the dirty yellow-green demon.

There may be no casualties for the time being, but the secretly spreading disease is like a sword hanging over your head.

A Chaos Spawn suddenly pushed towards Lynch's back, throwing Lynch, who was in the process of completely killing the Toad, far away.

Lynch crushed a small piece of Nurglings. These little guys, not even as tall as his knees, had appeared here at some point in time.

They imitated various roars, playfully climbed onto Lynch's body, and pulled his tail.

Lynch burst out with all his strength, shook off the little guy on his body, swung out several sticks in an instant, and his tail lashed at the Nurglings like a long whip.

In the blink of an eye, all the Nurglings that were entangled with Lynch were blown into juice.

A horrible slime storm erupted at Lynch's location, and all the Nurgle demons close to Lynch were blown up. The dirty liquid corroded the blood trees in the swamp.

The plague toads that swarmed in like clingy pets contained the killing storm, and they once again used their huge bodies to push Lynch around.

Lynch took advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and cut wounds on the plague toad.

When there was barely enough space for a lizard man to stand among the demons, Lynch crashed into the oncoming toad and fell into the mud with the help of the reaction force.

No longer concerned about the energy consumption, he activated the scepter's melting point, using the melting arc to open a sticky path to freedom.

The few orders to break out were Lynch's last effort. He couldn't save the other cold-blooded creatures. These demons found his weakness: he was not heavy enough.

Perhaps to other creatures, the lizardmen are like boulders that cannot be lifted, but the huge demons can easily push the lizardmen like kicking a ball.

If it was a demon from other evil gods, Lynch could quickly exile them upon contact, but not the Nurgle demon.

They have excellent self-healing ability and tenacious bodies.

Lynch wanted to strengthen his own quality, but these demons didn't seem to want to hurt him directly, they just wanted to spread the disease through contact.

He needs an enemy who can cripple him to make up for this sudden shortcoming!

A strange musk wafted through the air, altering even the stench of the daemons of Nurgle.

The nauseating stench turned into a fragrance like flowers.

Lynch felt an indescribable urge to turn back and continue to interact with the slimy Nurgle demon.

Despite Lynch's strong desire to resist, he inexplicably felt that the toad's sticky touch was like a girl's skin.

It seemed that some force was trying to awaken Lynch's desire, but Lynch had no such worldly function.

The Demon Prince's dull voice roared like thunder. It was obvious that Sashaber was extremely angry and even used dialect directly:

"Secret Keeper of the Bitch! Vivaticus? I'm going to kill you, you bastard!"

Lynch's inadvertent look back brought him a huge mental shock!

All I saw were those fat, cyst-covered Nurgle demons, entangled with each other like lovers.

The yellow-green swollen limbs were tightly pressed together, and pustules were occasionally broken by friction. The fishy-smelling liquid acted like a lubricant, helping the demons to get intimate.

Some of the Scarred ones who had not yet died took the opportunity to kill the demons piled on them, violently knocked down the Plague Carriers who were blocking their way, and regrouped around Lynch.

Surprisingly, all ten scarred people were still alive, but they all showed signs of infection.

Lynch used the scepter to try to suppress the spreading virus, but it seemed that the bacteria were not afraid of high temperatures.

Taking advantage of the internal strife among the demons, Lynch led the lizardmen to rush towards the black castle whose tower top was already visible.

The swamp seemed to have turned into a plump and huge living creature. Lynch could feel the pleasure like the waves just by stepping over it.

Every time he landed, it became an indescribable enjoyment, but this horrible pleasure only brought pain to Lynch.

This was not a temptation that could be resisted rationally, and Lynch watched himself slide into the abyss.

A pleasant female voice was laughing softly, and the sound like the colliding of silver bells made the frenzied activities in the swamp even more rampant.

In panic, Lynch abandoned all distracting thoughts and retained only the desire to hunt.

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At some point, the road ahead of the cold-blooded species became wide and flat.

Torches were erected on both sides of the road, and the blood-red flames reflected in the eyes of the charging lizardmen.

The pale yellow mist was stained with blood, and the environment ahead no longer looked like a swamp.

Brass floors replaced muddy soil, and the beating of war drums dispelled the enchanting female voices.

The intoxicating touch under my feet disappeared, replaced by a blood-like stickiness.

The roar of the Prince of Nurgle extinguished the flames and disrupted the drums of war.

The twisted and crazy will directly knocked a piece of information into the minds of the beings in the swamp.

"This is my territory!"

The thick blood-like substance under Lynch's feet disappeared, and he could no longer experience that unforgettable softness.

Corrupted vegetation grew out of the swamp at a rapid speed, and the blood trees wailed shrilly like filial sons at a funeral.

The swamp was filled with an evil vitality. A gust of wind blew by, and the smelly weeds rustled and told the names of different influenzas.

There was a new village around the Black Castle. Lynch walked through the gate that was not blocked by wooden bars, and saw corpses lying all over the houses.

In this scene that is hard to tell whether it is real or fake, the bodies of dead humans are rotting and their blood is coagulating.

Various medicines were scattered around each corpse, and a glimmer of hope still lingered in the wide-open eyes of the dead.

They all faced the center of the village, as if they still believed that rescuers would appear in that direction before they died.

The rage of the Prince of Nurgle overwhelmed the two daemons hiding in the dark, but he soon fell into a state of unhinged madness.

"It wasn't me! It wasn't me who destroyed the village! I was saving them!"

"I won't cure you! Little Nona, trust me! Uncle knows the medical skills from the Far East, and this time it will be just like the previous flu times!"

"Why don't antibiotics work? This isn't a cold? But it was clearly just a cold a day ago."

"Why? I have studied modern medicine for thirty years, but I can't save them, Goddess of Mercy! Have mercy on her! She is only ten years old!"

The crazy will even made Lynch a little dizzy. The village that was dying in the plague twisted and stretched, and finally shattered into an empty phantom.

(End of this chapter)