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However, even if they sacrifice themselves, Russell does not think that such a sacrifice can defeat Bao - that is the great demon favored by Nurgle, and its power comes directly from the evil god himself.

Even for Russell, it is quite dangerous to deal with this kind of existence. If he overdoes it and overturns, he may even lose his life.

Milak thought so too.

When the think tank turned into a melee mage and rushed forward to fight the demon, the chapter leader picked up his bolter. He removed the original black magazine with extremely neat hands and replaced it with an engraved box. Golden blasters singing the Emperor's hymn.

This kind of special ammunition loaded with the powder of the saint's remains is extremely precious, and every round must be used on the most important battlefields and at the most critical moments.

For example, now.

Four think tanks who fell into madness acted as the vanguard with the mentality of beasts. A dozen space warriors followed closely and spread out, surrounding Bao in the middle. The bolt guns in their hands emptied the magazine at an extremely fast speed. The continuous violent explosions were distorted by the power of subspace and failed to cause much substantial damage to the fat and bloated body of the Bao Demon.

The Bao Demon has grown taller than the Dreadnought Mecha at this time, and is still getting taller and stronger. His two faces are laughing, and he sticks out his long and slimy tongue as if he needs a beating, just once. In one fell swoop, several Space Marines were strangled and their armors were cut off.

"Father...Father..."

The demon Bao murmured intoxicatedly, his fat body swaying, and without the hindrance of the untouchable, he became more closely connected with the loving father in the garden.

With the time bought by the battle brothers with their lives, Miraak quickly maneuvered to the side of the hall, pulled the trigger of the bolt gun in his hand, and a high-speed rotating golden bomb passed through the tongue hanging on the devil Bao with incomparable accuracy. Astartes corpse, directly punched into its mouth located in the abdomen.

Then, there was a gorgeous explosion.

The powder of the saint's remains was ignited to produce a bright golden light, and the fiery flames burned the cursed and filthy flesh and blood on Bao's body. This torture went straight to the soul, causing his two big mouths to tremble and let out painful groans and curses.

Dominated by the violent power from the subspace, the four think tanks roared and rushed in front of the Bao Demon, rushing to pounce on it like a pack of wolves tearing into large prey.

Milak took this opportunity to lead the team forward, hoping to feed it a few more holy bombs at close range.

In front of the Iron Throne, the fearless mecha stared at the young men fighting bloody battles, its body trembling slightly.

"You want to support them..." Russell said softly: "But unfortunately, your leg body has been completely destroyed and cannot move. The only long-range weapon that can still be used is the flamethrower, which cannot reach the devil. .”

"I..." A hoarse mechanical voice came from the fearless mecha, but in the end it failed to say a complete sentence.

Russell's "purification" freed him from the influence of Chaos Corruption, but the aberrant sarcomas and abscesses growing on the body did not turn back into metal, but directly turned into nothingness out of thin air, leaving only open wounds. .

The legs, which were the most corrupted, completely lost their ability to move during the process of being "purified".

Old Fearless slowly lowered his shoulders. Even through the armor and sarcophagus, Russell could still feel his anger and frustration. For the Space Marines, the sense of futility and desperation was more excruciating than any physical pain as the brothers of the Chapter fought against Daemons without their own support.

Perhaps for him, he shouldn't be purified at all, and dying here with abscesses all over his body would be more in line with the battle aesthetics of a Space Marine.

At this point, I can only pray that Milak can make good use of the precious holy ammo to kill the demon.

"It's impossible." Russell broke his illusion.

He watched indifferently as the Space Marines loyal to the Emperor continued to use various desperate tactics to fight against the demons. Two think tanks even paid the price of having their own chests pierced by demon claws to create and launch holy bones for the Chapter Master. Ammunition timing.

The sacrifice of the soldiers was heroic, but Russell knew that it was all in vain.

Before the waaagh!!! force field dissipated, the demon was able to take over Baor's body and kill the Astartes. What if the orc died? How powerful will the Bao Demon be without its checks and balances?

The fearless mecha was silent. At this moment, he wanted to say that he would risk his life to protect this orc from being killed by the demon, but he knew very well that this was just a futile self-comfort.

The orc war on the moon's surface is still going on, and the imperial forces are constantly consuming the orc military strength on the fighting moon. The orc population has dropped sharply due to the war, waaagh!!! The collapse of the force field is irreversible, and there is no need for demons to take action. The orc warlord himself would succumb to his wounds, and Chaos was destined to spiral out of control from the start.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light tore through the darkness, and Chapter Leader Milak once again seized the opportunity to send a holy bomb into the belly of the demon Bao.

The demon's angry roars and painful groans echoed in the dark throne room, boosting the spirits of the warriors. Even the Dreadnought Mecha, which was unable to participate in the battle, couldn't help but praise this beautiful shot in its heart.

"The remains of the saint can indeed cause effective damage to this demon, but it is actually of no practical use."

Russell shook his head and poured cold water on Old Fearless again in a very inhumane manner:

"Baao are the incarnation of nature. They are full of vitality and gentle in character. They are a kind and peace-loving race - such well-behaved children are the most pleasing to Nurgle."

"The loving father chose it and favored it. Bao has established a certain close connection with Nurgle himself, just like a baby and its mother connected by the umbilical cord and placenta... It may be a bit strange to say this, but in short, No matter how much damage you cause to this demon, it is all in vain. The power of the loving father is continuously injected into Bao's body along the umbilical cord, and the two are integrated."

So even if Russell opened the hole before and the siphon effect produced drained all the psychic power in this area, this demon could still survive.

"You can regard the current Bao as an incarnation of the loving father in the physical universe. To kill it, you have to kill the loving father."

After Russell finished speaking, Lao Wuwei was completely desperate. He knew that was impossible. If they were facing an ordinary demon, they would not be invincible with the bravery and sacrifice of the warriors, but this was Bao, Bao who was favored by his loving father.

"Is this the end for us?"

"Of course not." Russell said, holding a dreamlike and beautiful dense sphere to his chest: "Don't forget, Miraak is the one who wants to help me in the future. How could he die here?"

"You mean..." An incredible idea emerged in Lao Wuwei's mind.

Russell nodded: "I can cut off the 'umbilical cord' that connects my loving father to Bao, making this immortal demon slayable. But my body is not as strong as your Astartes, and I might be killed if I go directly." Slap him to death."

"I need to wait for a time...for example, now."

When another holy bomb exploded in the mouth of the demon Bao, his figure disappeared.