Still, I'm a Little Stronger

Two seconds had already passed. The spell turbulence carried by the Orb of Filth had begun raging across the entire battlefield, indiscriminately striking at the living.

From the further changes in the plague warriors' bodies, Wodhaus could determine just how many intricate and mysterious spells made up the Orb of Filth.

Splat!

A disgusting explosion sounded from within a Battle Sister's body. Her armor had been struck by a bolt round passed down from ancient times, and even after all these years, the round still functioned reliably.

All the foul vapors emitted by the Orb of Filth rushed into the gaps in her armor. Those unfiltered toxins polluted the sister's body. Great ulcers twisted her limbs, causing the strong muscles she had built through training to shrivel like deflated balloons.

But the Orb of Filth's gifts were far from over. Wodhaus also saw gleaming boils grow across the sister's skin, splitting her already fragile flesh further. Wave after wave of agony forced her to collapse onto the filthy ground, unable to rise.

Pus-filled abscesses, cheerful smiling faces formed from green fungal tendrils, bleeding eyes, a swollen tongue, bloated intestines rotting from within, huge swarms of maggots spraying from the sister's mouth...

Too horrifying... The daemon that had made a deal with Gegula had been so generous that Wodhaus could scarcely believe it.

With pity in his heart, Wodhaus cast a bolt of lightning through the chaotic battlefield, granting the sister the peace of death. Then he began seeking out the core of Nurgle's spells, using his own power to pull apart the tangled threads that clung together like phlegm.

The process contaminated Wodhaus's soul, but it was not the first time he had been tainted. With practiced ease, he released all the contamination in his soul into his body.

Just