Nurgle put Lin Fan on his finger and stopped moving, continuing to focus on the work of stirring the soup. His attitude can be called friendly, but there are few creatures in the world that can withstand his kindness. Just Lin Fan The small piece of land that set foot on has already seen countless corpses trapped in the cycle of life and death. Their bodies were wrapped in mud, fungi, and vines, and only wet arms and turbid and swollen eyeballs stretched out from the gaps.
Lin Fan touched his head, thinking about what he should do next. Then he thought about what the Emperor had told him about. Nurgle, whose power had greatly increased, was pouring his gifts on the entire Milky Way. Many worlds had been eroded by the plague, and the troops on the planet were desperately fighting against the plague zombies.
Now that it's here, let's just weaken a wave of Nurgle.
As for the issue of the magic sword, Lin Fan thinks that it shouldn't make any waves with only the hilt left.
Lin Fan looked up and could only see seven incomplete and hazy bright spots in the groggy sky. Other than that, he could not see the details in the distance at all.
The endless miasma blocked everything, and they became a thick blanket draped on Nurgle's bloated body.
With a scolding sound, a large ball of green and yellow viscous liquid was thrown into the pot, and Nurgle added some ingredients to enhance the flavor.
Lin Fan was immediately disgusted after witnessing this scene. He originally thought that after watching the videotape, he would be extremely resistant to this disgusting scene, but he ignored the powerful power of smell, hearing, vision and other senses working together.
Lin Fan's complexion turned white and yellow, yellow and white again. His stomach was churning violently, and acid water had returned to Lin Fan's throat several times.
Finally Lin Fan vomited out amidst the long and gurgling sound of intestinal peristalsis of Nurgle. His vomiting sound was inaudible amidst the sounds of the expansion and explosion of rotting matter.
Mouth after mouthful of pure Old Tang was spat on the ground. Under the influence of the power of pure Old Tang, large areas of corrupt land transformed into a clean state when life sprouted. Lin Fan was finally able to find a trace of fragrance that calmed his mood from the extremely complex stench.
Nurgle frowned, and he smelled the strange fragrance again that made him feel bland and tasteless.
Did I not add enough ingredients?
Nurgle looked thoughtfully and took a look into the gurgling soup. He felt that the color of the soup was just right. If Isha added something else, it would be salty again.
Suddenly Nurgle felt itchy on his fingers, scratched them casually, and suddenly found that his hands were covered with a large area of dander composed of malnourished flowers and plants.
"Hi... how are you?"
"Is it you little guy again?"
Nurgle stretched his big hand in one direction, and when he pulled it back, there was a twisted pair of glasses in his hand. When he put it on and took a look, Lin Fan's figure became clear in his field of vision.
Good guy, it turns out this is a human being? Not my child? This guy's armor is painted in a bad color, but it's painted green.
Nurgle thought so, and then his fingers became active according to his will, and hundreds of plague beasts eager to make friends jumped out of the scabies and ran towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked at Beast of Nurgle who was jumping Squigs and was a little confused. Nurgle thought this thing could deal with him?
After I came to Warhammer, the demons that I killed the most were the Khorne series and Nurgle series demons. Needless to say, Khorne, I have been staring at him since I mocked him and said he is no different from the God of War Cain I, and Nurgle, are old acquaintances. On Flame, I disemboweled one Great Unclean One, and was even fed a large bowl of soup by Slaanesh. On Ghoul Stars, I even broke one of his fingers.
As a result, Nurgle reacted like this? It feels like he doesn't recognize me...
Is he too homely and doesn't understand the outside world? Or is he too temperamental and doesn't care about these little things?
Lin Fan shook his head. He didn't understand what Nurgle's plan was for his cold treatment. He jumped up suddenly to avoid Beast of Nurgle's flying attack, and then these beasts They collided together, and Slippery's bodies made a gurgling sound when they collided. This reminded Lin Fan of the strange movement when Slaanesh lubricated her tentacles.
Lin Fan felt chilled by his thoughts and got goosebumps all over his body. Then he jumped on a fallen Beast of Nurgle, opened his laughing mouth and spit a mouthful of Old Tang inside.
Beast of Nurgle chewed Old Tang subconsciously, and then his expression suddenly changed. He stopped laughing and rolled on the ground holding his stomach as if he had acute gastroenteritis. His companions tried to comfort him, but they were driven away by his violent resistance.
Finally, Beast of Nurgle lay weakly on the ground, its appearance cracked like a stone, and then a clean and comfortable-looking insect slowly crawled out.
Hey, isn't this the pig bug we saw in the village when I was a kid?
Lin Fan stretched out his hand and touched it, and found that the surface was a little rough. With a little force, you could feel the extreme softness and coolness under the skin. This was much better than Beast of Nurgle's wet and pus-filled hand.
After being touched, this bug also gently nudged Lin Fan with its head. What was a pleasant interaction for Lin Fan was extremely terrifying to other Beast of Nurgle. In their little minds, the bug in front of them seemed to be suffering from an incurable disease and was extremely unhealthy.
After Lin Fan felt comfortable, he also turned his attention to the other Beast of Nurgle who were hesitant and slightly afraid. Then he started to chase these Beast of Nurgle, and poured a mouthful of pure Old Tang into them one by one.
The hundreds of pig bugs in front of him made Lin Fan feel relaxed and happy. These soft and gentle little things are the only ones in this dying field of Nurgle that can take a second look. Lin Fan ordered these The bug transformed the surrounding environment for him, saving his nose and eyes, and then he continued to spit out more Old Tang, preparing to reproduce the plants he planted during the battle with the headquarters on Nurgle's fingers.
Nurgle, who had not stirred the soup twice just now, began to feel itchy on his fingers again. He was very angry that his work was interrupted again and again. You must know that the soup has reached the critical point of being cooked. If the soup is not stirred enough, the soup produced will not meet the standards of Nurgle.
He looked at his hands angrily, and was shocked to find that those unhealthy bugs were gnawing at the land and plants, growing larger and larger, and their butts were constantly pulling out soft soil with normal nutrients.
Too dry, too barren, too unhealthy!
These words suddenly appeared in Nurgle's mind, and then a flower flourished in his hand and grew in front of him. The bud slowly opened, and Lin Fan was standing in the center of the flower.