Great Unclean One Kugath

Chapter 44: Great Unclean One - Kugath

Realizing the critical situation, the players rushed toward the site of the Warp psychic eruption at top speed.

Rebel soldiers attempted to block their path along the way.

But those guys were merely mantises trying to stop a chariot, easily crushed by the player squad clad in Exoskeleton Armor.

Fighting their way through, Ten-Timer and the other players finally reached the area of the psychic eruption.

"There."

Turtle, who had a Sensory Prosthetic implanted, spotted the target at a glance.

It was an altar piled with corpses and skulls.

Fourteen Psykers stood around the altar, chanting prayers in praise of Grandfather Nurgle in unison.

Three priests presided over the sacrificial ritual atop the altar.

"Stop them! The Warp is becoming increasingly active; the ritual is about to be completed."

As a Psyker, Ten-Timer was highly sensitive to the flow of Warp energy.

He could perceive those monsters screaming with hunger from behind the veil of the material world.

There were many Cultists surrounding the altar.

When they saw the players, they let out frantic roars.

They charged at the players in swarms.

"Traitors deserve to die!"

Bald Monk shouted.

The machine guns mounted on his Exoskeleton Armor spun up, firing at the Cultists.

Accompanied by the dense sound of gunfire, the charging Cultists fell like weeds.

Some Fanatics braved the fierce firepower to reach the players.

But before they could do anything, they were sliced apart by sharp Chainswords and circular saws.

Relying on the overwhelming advantage of their Exoskeleton Armor, the players tore a gap through the crowd of Cultists.

The fourteen Psykers, exhausted from maintaining the ritual, had no power to fight back against the players and were shot dead on the spot.

However, the ritual did not stop.

The three priests on the altar were still guiding the ceremony.

They were protected by shields, and there were more Cultists willing to die to block bullets for them.

"If long-range doesn't work, then we go melee. Cover me!"

Twisted Man opened the protective plating of his exoskeleton and leaped out of the cockpit.

He activated the Mantis Blade on his wrist and charged toward the three priests on the altar.

"Cover Twisted Man!"

Ten-Timer condensed Warp energy, violently crushing the heads of the enemies on the altar.

The others also provided fire support, preventing the Rebels and Cultists from approaching the altar.

After a bout of slaughter, there were no more enemies in front of Twisted Man.

He walked over and, with one strike each, executed two of the priests.

Then, he thrust his blade through the chest of the final priest.

The man turned his head to look at Twisted Man, laughing as he coughed up blood.

"You are too late; we have already succeeded."

"Sevenfold Plague, Sevenfold Curse, Sevenfold Blessing, Seven Fates, Seven Sacrifices, Seven Prayers, Seven Responses."

"Grandfather Nurgle's angel will descend momentarily to bestow his blessing upon this world."

"Lunatic." Twisted Man pulled out his Mantis Blade, and foul, putrid blood sprayed out.

At this moment, the altar erupted with an even more violent surge of Warp energy.

Twisted Man and the surrounding corpses were blown away by this energy, crashing heavily into the ruins.

The space at the altar twisted and flickered.

Eerie light converged into a kaleidoscopic vortex.

The ground began to rot.

Damp, slimy moss and decaying vines grew rapidly over the dilapidated ruins.

Then, a dark, dense swarm of flies flew out.

The swarm blotted out the sun, staining the sky a filthy, murky black.

Every fly was incredibly fat and shone with a greasy, black luster.

On its body were three blood-red circles representing the blessings of Grandfather Nurgle.

Following them were the Nurglings.

Their numbers were vast, no less than a swarm of flies, giggling and laughing as if they were having the time of their lives.

Immediately after came the lower-tier Nurgle demons, the Plaguebearers.

They trampled over the Nurglings covering the ground, holding high their rotting banners as they formed a legion of seven hundred and seventy-seven.

Then, countless Nurglings emerged carrying a rotting palanquin.

Sitting atop the palanquin was a Great Unclean One.

It possessed a bloated, obese body that wobbled incessantly on the palanquin.

Intestines hung down from a rotting gash in its abdomen.

Unlike the Nurglings and Plaguebearers, it did not look happy; instead, its face was filled with melancholy.

Ten-Timer and the other players watched the Nurgle demon army emerging from the Warp rift, all of them going numb.

"Damn it! A Great Unclean One? This isn't scientific!"

"Can the sacrifice of a group of mortal cultists really summon a Great Unclean One?"

"Normally, a mortal sacrifice summoning a group of Plaguebearers would already be heaven-defying."

"That was before; now that the Eye of Terror has split open, is it really that strange for mortals to summon a Great Unclean One?"

"If that moth-thing came over, even that fat guy's garden could be summoned."

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From the features of the Great Unclean One, Ten-Timer identified its identity.

"This guy looks like Kugath, the Nurgling-turned-daemon; this is a Greater Daemon, it feels like the developers are targeting us."

"Forget who it is, hurry to Titan and summon the Grey Knights." Little Fatty fired at the demon horde.

"Don't play around with memes right now, hurry and have the Guide authorize an orbital bombardment, otherwise we're all screwed."

The Twisted Man, crawling up from the ruins, limped over to join the battle.

Ten-Timer shook his head, "Calling for an orbital bombardment is useless now; a Great Unclean One has appeared, we need at least an Exterminatus."

Little Fatty poured firepower into the demons, blasting Nurglings and fly swarms into mush.

"Looks like we're going to be wiped out here. I just don't know if Planet Automata can be saved."

"I think there's an eighty percent chance we'll have to change worlds." The Twisted Man sounded somewhat pessimistic.

"That's Kugath on the other side; we have zero chance of winning."

The active players on the battlefield rushed toward this position.

Relying on the violent firepower of their exoskeletons, they built a defensive line, barely containing the demon expansion.

However, no matter how many they knocked down, more demons always surged forward.

The troops under Griffin and Aing also arrived quickly.

They organized rapidly, joining the players to block the demon offensive.

"Praise Grandfather Nurgle."

Kugath looked at this world and sighed with genuine emotion.

If he could transform this world into a garden, Grandfather Nurgle would surely be very pleased.

At this moment, a whistling sound rang out as several missiles flew in, landing on Kugath's body.

The flames from the explosion engulfed Kugath, but it suffered little damage, though it was thoroughly enraged.

"Ignorant people who worship the Corpse Emperor, you truly have no manners at all."

"Give up on worshipping that rotting corpse and join the embrace of Grandfather Nurgle."

The response it received was even more missiles and lasers.

"Fine, since you are so stubborn, do not blame me."

Kugath took a flask used for cultivating diseases from the palanquin's frame, And threw it at the Imperial soldiers and players, Leaving them to rot and die.

Even steel could not stop the plague within the flask.

Various vehicles mutated rapidly, sprouting writhing flesh and turning to attack the soldiers and players.

Kugath also projected spears of Warp energy from between its sticky fingers, piercing the chests of soldiers before exploding into foul-smelling mists of blood;

It opened its mouth to spew the Plague Wind, causing power armor to disintegrate in the corrosion, while flesh melted and dripped away like wax.

No one could stop it.

The Great Unclean One was a nightmare that brought only despair.

Kugath is far stronger than an ordinary Great Unclean One.

He is simply not someone that players at the current stage can deal with.

Just as everyone was sinking into despair, the roar of Valkyrie engines echoed through the sky.

Dense volleys of bolter fire and beams poured down, relieving the pressure on the ground troops.

Then, the cargo bay doors opened.

A giant clad in heavy armor jumped directly down from the Valkyrie.

With a loud boom, shocking cracks appeared across the ground.

Seeing the newcomer, Kugath and the many Nurgle daemons widened their eyes.

This physique, this sense of oppression, and such powerful blessings upon his body.

Since when did the Cursed One create a new Primarch??

"Get back, daemon."

The Blade of Divine Judgment in the hand of Qin Yun erupted with brilliant radiance.

He let out a Roar to bolster the soldiers' courage, while simultaneously raising his hand to cast a Blessing.

Golden light burst forth, restoring the stamina and spirit of the Imperial soldiers and players.

"You should join the family of Grandfather Nurgle."

"That way, you will receive more blessings and become even more powerful."

Kugath raised his rusted, mucus-covered sword and attempted to persuade Qin Yun.

PS: A disgruntled Kugath.

Apologies, the chapter is late due to repeated revisions.

I originally thought about skipping it, but since he is a Greater Daemon after all, I decided to write it out in detail.