MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v16 Chapter 136 Flames of Prometheus (7, 5k)

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From Yin Zekiel's point of view, he could clearly see every detail of the Great Unclean One - frankly, its appearance made observing the enemy a severe pain.

The third company commander of Crimson Blade could see its swollen white skin, the maggots lounging in the sores on its head, its open stomach, wriggling intestines and the seething yellow-brown color inside. liquid.

He was about to gag.

And the sound of it...was warm and happy.

"Since the last parting, I have been thinking of you, my friend!"

It grinned, the black gums and broken teeth looking terrible in that gaping mouth. But Yin Zekiel saw more, his gaze pierced through this evil flesh, and glimpsed the ominous truth hidden behind Nerugos's wide-open mouth.

A picture flashed by, and a picture appeared in front of the third company commander's eyes. It was a burning garden.

Yin Zekiel swears to the emperor, he would rather be a blind and deaf man now, his sanity has been destroyed by this thing - the existence of the Great Unclean One is a kind of desecration of reality, even if it just stands there, what If you don't do it, someone will go crazy.

No one can bear such an existence in front of your eyes.

Unless your will can override everything.

Crane Samps happens to be one of them.

He seemed indifferent to Nerugos' call, the gloomy full-coverage bat helmet cold and ominous, the breath grill even making his voice sound like the whispers of the dead. He doesn't answer, doesn't react.

Silence can mock people—and sometimes not just people.

Nerugos's enthusiasm was not responded to as it should be, and its face fell down.

The demon sighed very humanely, and said in a tone of sincere disappointment: "You really chill me, my friend, but I have brought you a gift! You know how much this gift is." Is it precious?"

However, this mood didn't last long, and the characteristic optimism of Nurgle's demons quickly recovered it, and it continued to chatter.

"It originated from a pioneer, from one of my brothers. After its death, this precious work was put on hold, and no one felt capable of continuing its work. They dared not, so I took it .I respect my brother, so I must complete its work. With the witness of a whole planet of humans, I finally completed it!"

A smile emerged from its fat face, and maggots gushed out from its deformed nostrils and soft eye sockets, and landed in its wide-open chest. Nergos used his remaining right hand to forcefully pull away his stomach, exposing a little of the liquid in the intestine to the air.

"Look." It said happily and softly. "How beautiful it is!"

At this moment, Clan Samps finally spoke, but not to Nerugos, but to the Crimson Blades.

"Go back to the cabin," he said, his voice flat and subdued. "This is no longer your battle."

"But, my lord—"

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Yin Zekiel tried to argue, but was interrupted.

"—listen to him, you stupid Astartes!"

Nergos became furious, and the Great Unclean roared, "Do you think ordinary people like you are qualified to taste the plague?! It is the joint masterpiece of Kugas and Nergos, get out of here!" Go back, you ignorant vulgar!"

Its self-righteousness was ignored by Yin Qijier. The third company commander just looked at Kelan with inquiring eyes. After getting a nod of confirmation, Yin Qijier still gave the order even though he was unwilling in every way.

"Crimson Blade, let's go back to the cabin." He said in the voice channel with difficulty. "Excuting an order."

"Yes, that's it, you stupid and ignorant fellows!"

Nerugos waved his right hand as if to demonstrate to them, his face was full of the pride of a victor: "You are not qualified to witness its blooming with your own eyes!"

After the Crimson Blades had all entered the cabin, Crane did something they hadn't expected at all.

He raised his right hand, and dark blue spiritual energy burst out suddenly in the air. In this way, the Thunderhawk gunboat was carried by the psychic energy and flew towards the direction it came from. Immediately, Yin Zekiel's shout came from the communication channel, but Kelan blocked him on his own.

"God plague, isn't it?"

He turned his head, and finally said the first sentence to Nerugos, and a cold evaluation: "Stupid name."

"Hey, you haven't seen it yet!" Nerugos retorted dissatisfiedly. "You have to seek truth from facts, seeing is believing!"

"Ah."

Crane dropped the word coldly, and took a step forward with a sneer. The wide cloak was raised suddenly, and the icy air whizzed up, and the wind and rain that had been frozen before began to flow again.

Amidst howling winds and hail-like raindrops, the man standing in the sky charged towards the demon with astonishing power, which was completely different from the character of Clan Samps.

On weekdays, he would never use this kind of fighting method. He jumped out of the shadows and dealt with the enemy silently. It was like being possessed by Angron by rushing straight to head-to-head like this.

Nergos didn't notice anything wrong at all, and the Great Unclean stared happily at Clan Samps, who was rushing towards it, without any desire to avoid it. Faced with a primarch's charge, it did only one thing.

It used the only remaining right hand to stretch its wide open chest and abdomen further.

The primarch charged closer and closer, and with every step he took, Nerugos' eyes became more joyful. In the end, it was almost moved to tears. If you don't look at its movements and appearance, this scene is simply an old friend reunited and eager to give each other a hug.

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Unfortunately, they weren't friends, and Klan never thought of actually charging a unclean person.

When they finally came face to face, what Nerugos uttered was not a cry full of joy, but an angry growl after being deceived. Crane—or the shadow that looked like Crane passed straight through Nerugos' body and dissipated into a cold mist after a short delay.

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In the wind and rain, above the clouds, the Great Unclean One shouted thus: "You lied to me!"

It turned around sharply with an agility that didn't suit its fat body, looking around. Those dim and cloudy eyes were full of anger: "I bring you gifts, but you despise me, insult me, and even deceive me! You are not even comparable to a Nurgling on a dunghill, at least the latter It also knows to share with me the germs it finds!"

There was no answer, only the increasingly severe wind and rain.

It continued to shout, to search, and even began to use the energy in the subspace—but to no avail, as if Clan Samps had already left.

Nergos's face was gradually occupied by confusion, this newly born Great Unclean One was a naive child in some aspects. It's never dealt with the likes of Crane Samps, and it's never dealt with a Batman, to be precise.

So it doesn't know that 'Batman' just looks human. After throwing away the tragic coat, all Batmen have a common core.

They are hunters, and shadows are their eternal destination.

Just after the Great Unclean One gradually relaxed his vigilance, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the raindrops in the sky, and fell with a mighty force. He straightened his right knee, and the ancient martial art worked again. The weight and strength are superimposed, and the laws of physics show its due power.

A flying knee made Nerugos scream in pain. Its left shoulder was completely pushed in by this unexpected attack. The layers of fat skin and flesh failed to provide the proper protection. They could even block the bolter, but they were beaten by a flying knee.

It succeeded, but Kelan did not relax his vigilance. He retreated, and threw three composite melta darts produced by Wenzhen from the wide cloak. They whizzed and nailed into the skin of the Great Unclean, and produced a violent explosion after a short delay. The sudden heat even caused the surrounding raindrops to quickly turn into water vapor.

At the same time, there was a flash of light hidden in the smoke.

When the smoke from the explosion gradually dissipated, the Great Unclean Man appeared in front of his eyes in a miserable appearance.

It half-kneeled on the ground, which was a bit difficult because of its short and fat legs. One of its eyes was gone, and half of its head was slowly burning.

The rotting flesh was constantly being burned by the magic flames, and the power belonging to Nurgle wanted to expel them, but these magic flames driven by the exorcism circle were surprisingly stubborn. Nerugos let out a small whine, which sounded like a forest deer shot in the belly by a hunter with a compound bow.

However, even at this point, the Great Unclean One still protects his stomach with his remaining right hand. Intestines loomed from behind the pus-filled arm, and its lungs were exposed, diseased green lungs throbbing slowly.

"You..." it gasped and said hoarsely with a crying voice. "How could you...so?"

If a mental patient is here, he should be moved by Nerugos' sincere performance, and feel guilty about his cruel actions. But Crane is a normal person, so he has no regrets at all.

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He even wished that Nerugos would die sooner.

Without answering, keeping a certain distance, Kelan stared at the demon indifferently.

He was not eager for a momentary victory, and he did not rush forward to end Nerugos's domain in the material world with a psionic explosion—everyone knows that Nurgle's demons have amazing vitality. It may indeed look miserable, but judging from the way it protects its stomach, these injuries are probably flesh and blood injuries.

"I just wanted to give you a present, my friend..." Nerugos said bitterly. "Why are you so cruel?"

It lifted the only remaining hand, and the intestines fell out of the chest and abdomen, and some glistening liquid attracted Kelan's attention in an instant. He quickly came back to his senses, but this momentary absence was enough for Nerugos to do something.

The Primarch and the Great Demon, the battle between them is not just a physical collision. If two subspace creatures really want to kill each other, they will definitely use some subspace means.

The maggot-turned butterfly, Nerugos—the great unclean being with this name completely dissipated within half a second. Its body turned into a thousand beautiful butterflies with green light shining on their wings, hovered in the strong wind and rain, and rushed straight towards Kelan.

It seems to use this situation to prove that its name is not wrong. Frankly speaking, if an ignorant person stood here and saw this scene of butterflies flying in the storm, he might be moved to cry.

If he is a writer, there is a high probability that he will write a poem to express his passion and praise the tenacity of life. But none of them are Crane Samps, and none of them can see the 'real'.

The truth is, those things are not butterflies.

Those things are the transformed body of a great unclean being reshaped with the energy of the warp. And now, this great unclean person is rushing towards Kelan Samps.

Do you think that's the worst part?

No, it's not. The worst part was that he couldn't move - because Nerugos sealed off the surrounding space with the energy of the warp the moment the smoke rose after the explosion. Its real intelligence is obviously much smarter than that stupid appearance, and from the very beginning, it has been deliberately showing weakness to the enemy, acting like a mentally retarded.

From this point of view, it is fundamentally different from Koogas. The latter is sincerely stupid, while it is totally pretended stupidity.

Now, the butterfly has flown in front of Kelan. The patterns on their wings are complex and magnificent, and their bodies are rotten but full of vitality. With the flapping of the wings, some phosphorous powder is also scattered. They quickly entered Kelan's airway along the breathing grille, and then entered his lungs with boundless malice.

Severe pain came.

Words cannot describe, and cannot describe such pain. Crane suddenly remembered the fight he had before undergoing transformation, the fight with the clown. He was injected with stimulants, wore a special armor, and dragged his dying body to fight him...

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It hurt that time too, but not as much as this time. Perhaps all the pain he has endured in his life can't compare with this one. This pain does not act on the body, nor does it act on the soul.

It acts on 'essence', the essence of beings in the Warp.

His eyes were gradually plunged into darkness, his hands and feet were cold, and the psychic power that was directed like an arm no longer responded to his call. Everything is going away from him, whether it is strength or life.

All that he had was being taken away—the plague, the power of Nurgle, for what it was called.

Nerugos' voice sounded in Klan's ears again. This time, its voice was rational and wise, and it sounded like it was completely different from the previous one.

"I can finally stop hiding myself."

It sighed and said: "Do you know how difficult it is to maintain such a posture? I have to go against my own nature. This is the hardest part. I want to give up countless times. I want to use my nature to meet You talk, but I can't because I have to play a fool."

Nergos chuckled, which was completely different from the usual impression left by the demons of Nurgle.

"I've been imagining this moment coming, my friend...you don't know, but I've been waiting for thousands of years. Time in the Warp has no meaning, but to beings like you and me, Every second spent in it was real. I waited for you for thousands of years... just for this moment."

A butterfly flew to Crane's eyes, stayed on his gloomy eyepieces, carefully observed his painful face with compound eyes, and let out a tut-tsk admiration.

"Kugas may not be very intelligent, but it takes its work seriously. After my efforts, God's Plague can finally support this name...it can poison you like this Creatures that can corrupt your minds, your souls, and even your roots."

"Aren't you curious why I use the word 'you'? The answer is simple, my friend. Because my target is not just you from the beginning. The plague is brewed from the essence of my life, not my boasting, But when have you ever seen a plague made of the flesh and blood of a greatly unclean person?"

Nerugos laughed happily: "The truth is, you are not the only Primarch on this planet. The cursed person has a son who lives in seclusion here, and he acts as if he forgot Everything, but we don't. The Warp has memories, and we remember him. I remember him."

Butterflies flutter and coil, and the wind and rain gradually subside. The dark clouds are still dignified, but with a little sickly green. Nine hundred and ninety-nine butterflies gathered under the immobile Kelan, then flapped their wings, and carried him to a certain city on the surface.

Crane could no longer speak, and could no longer perceive anything from the outside world. Wenzhen frantically warned him, but he couldn't give any response at all. However, in such despair, he could still hear the voice of Nerugos

"Yes, I remember him. Vulkan, lord of dragons, undead... He was once captured by the gods of the green beasts, only to be set free by them because of his stubborn nature. He It's undead, it's immortal, do you know what that means?"

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Crane couldn't speak, but he knew.

Since her birth, Nurgle has been constantly pursuing the boundary between life and death. For a **** like her, this is instinct and nature. God of life and decay, plague and disease. If she pursues Vulkan, then, I'm afraid she has only one wish.

The butterfly resting on the Klan's eyepiece flapped its wings, and Nerugos' voice sounded again: "Yes, he will be the greatest masterpiece of the Father. An Immortal... A Living Plague Collection Body! Do you know what an honor it is?"