The Savior: What Future Is There in Handcrafting Plagues the Old-Fashioned Way These Days?

"No!!!

Children, run! That is the Savior's vile contamination. Plagues cannot resist it—they're here!"

When the surviving Great Unclean One discovered the vast white mist sweeping in from behind, he was terrified beyond measure.

Dragging his scarred, immensely heavy body forward at greater speed, he desperately warned the Plague Favorites.

Yet before the pitiful survivor had run very far, the white mist completely engulfed him. Then his screams rang out from within it, utterly miserable.

??!

Hearing the Great Unclean One survivor's screams, the Plague Favorites panicked even more, and the entire army stirred restlessly.

They had no idea what to do. Without orders from the high-ranking Favorites, they could not even retreat.

"Grandfather!

Could that be a new weapon the human Savior has developed against the Garden Paradise? Perhaps we made a mistake. We should not have gathered so many troops together."

Upon seeing the white mist and sensing the vile aura it carried, Ku'gath's melancholy reached its peak.

They had gathered too vast an army in one place, leaving their entire front line within the mist's reach.

The overwhelming white mist pressed down upon them, heavy enough to weigh on the hearts of every high-ranking Favorite.

The First Favorite turned to Father of Rain. "Though these words are discouraging, I must say this.

"To ensure the survival of our front line, the Plague Favorites must withdraw for now and avoid this repulsive, vile mist—"

Having made his judgment, his tone allowed no argument. It sounded more like a notification or an order.

After all, Ku'gath was the First Favorite personally chosen by Grandfather Nurgle. In theory, he could command all of Nurgle's Favorites, including the famed Father of Rain, The Generous One.

"Yes, we must retreat." Rotigus's pupils constricted as he, too, sensed the danger emanating from the