Chapter 795 You Are so Skilled, How Many Times Did You Try Secretly?

The hooded Nurgle Space Marine continued to denounce the atrocities of the Empire. The strange sound coming from his moist and phlegm-filled throat made Kaiser White Fang feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

Of course, no one present was in the mood to listen to the speech of a walking plague meat tank. Wodehouse calmly scanned the filthy brewing pool with his psychic eyes and found the pale egg shells under the reflecting water.

What are these things?

Wodehouse felt something was wrong. He suddenly remembered what he had seen when fighting in the underground research institute of the Tau Empire.

They may have the assistance of the Reflection Warriors.

Kaiser White Fang was also stunned when he heard Wodehouse's psychic transmission. How could these traitors who believed in Nurgle be related to the Reflection Warriors produced by the Tau Empire Research Institute?

Kaiser White Fang remembered that Lin Fan told him that the one who made the Reflection Warriors was a Dark Eldar Blood Pity named Amaraga, so these traitors were also in collusion with the aliens?

A gunshot interrupted the endless complaints and accusations of the Nurgle warrior. The bomb shot at his head was deflected by the surrounding plague wind and finally landed on his breastplate.

A small hole was drilled through the rusty armor, and the secondary explosion fuse of the bomb was interfered with by the corrosion force before it was activated.

"Wild Wolf is really rude." With such emotion, a Nurgle spirit jumped to his shoulder and handed him a yellow bell, "Since you are unwilling to listen to the teachings of the great father, you can only be convinced by force. When you lie down devoutly by the brewing pool and take a sip, you will know the generosity of the father! At that time, you will be grateful for the enthusiasm of Brother Gegu Luo."

"You are so disgusting! Even if I drink too much, I won't be as unclear as you!" Kaiser White Fang sneered while suppressing goose bumps. He strode forward with a frost axe in his hand, and the blood claw cub followed closely behind the old wolf.

"So stubborn!" Ge Gu Luo said sullenly, and then he began to praise his father. These words were like a spell that drew the power of Nurgle to him.

Wodehouse had no interest in this kind of spell that required a throat full of phlegm to find the right tone, but in order to understand the effect of the spell, he still carefully sensed the flow of subspace energy to judge what kind of spell Ge Gu Luo would cast.

The buzzing sound made Wodehouse's ears itchy, and large swathes of green-headed flies suddenly covered Wodehouse's future vision. The spell Ge Gu Luo cast this time was the fly magic cloud. He wanted to use these supernatural flying insects to block the long-range attacks of the battle sisters and the long-fangs.

Plague warriors have thick skin and strong regeneration ability, but how long can they last in front of heavy bomb machine guns?

"The messenger of the garden bless us!" Ge Gu Luo opened his arms and shouted. The swollen and corrupted bodies of the seven plague warriors suddenly grew many insect eggs. These insect eggs were about to break out of the shells and fly out a large number of flies to block the bomb baptism of the long teeth and the battle sisters.

Accurately grasping the moment of the ritual, Wodehouse, who had been motionless for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes. He stretched out his hand and integrated a touch of icy power into the subspace energy drawn by Ge Gu Luo.

As a user of psychic energy, Ge Gu Luo could naturally feel the filth of his psychic energy. This icy power was extremely conspicuous in the warm and corrupt power.

It was not the first time for him to experience a battle that destroyed spells, but it was the first time he encountered a difficult opponent like Wodehouse.

Either destroy the formation or overwhelm the opponent with a stronger force. These are the two simplest and safest ways to destroy spells. Wodehouse cleverly grasped the last moment of Ge Gu Luo's spell casting and wrapped the icy power around the core veins of the spell.

The flies summoned by the spell were killed by the icy force. The Plague Warriors were not protected by any fly cloud. The two bulky Plague Warriors were pierced through the abdomen by heavy bombs, and the intestines and the Nurglings temporarily living inside were all over the ground.

"Gergu Luo. What are you doing?" The two injured Plague Warriors blamed. Their dull nerves did not feel any pain. The generosity of the kind father continued to work on their bodies full of bomb wounds.

Gergu Luo did not explain too much to his brother, but just thought that Wodehouse, the wolf priest, had a terrifying ability to control psychic energy. Even the Thousand Sons wizard could not do this.

Tapping a gong hanging on his waist with his fingers, Gergu Luo loudly asked Wodehouse how he knew his father's spells so well.

Wodehouse had a blank expression on his face. This seemed like a kind of arrogant show-off in Gergu Luo's eyes, but Wodehouse just didn't want to think about his life in the Tau Empire.

He knew too much, and was slapped too many times by Lin Fan.

Silence led to anger. Ge Gu Luo's greasy fingers slashed through the air, and the stench gathered into a dark green and black suspended sphere.

"Accept the gift!" Ge Gu Luo aimed at Wodehouse. Even though his face was bloated and ugly, Wodehouse could see that this guy was proud of his spell.

If you are so powerful, why don't you try to solve this spell?

Wodehouse's face was solemn. This kind of filthy ball is no longer a realm that mortals can touch. The moment the spell was cast, Ge Gu Luo's incomplete soul lost another part. He reached a deal with a generous but not greedy Nurgle demon.

The filthy ball sank slowly and inevitably like a silent dying sun, and the armor of the Space Marines and Battle Sisters began to corrode and appeared spots of rust.

This spell must be solved immediately. Wodehouse looked at the Kaiser White Fang and Blood Claw troops who had been breaking forward. They were fighting against the Plague Warriors and the zombies. Several Plague Warriors holding giant sickles were much taller than Kaiser White Fang. They didn't care about the wounds on their bodies split by the Frost Axe. A heavy blow knocked Kaiser White Fang back far away.

"Bennett!" Wodehouse called the name of the Wolf Priest.

Reverend Bennett, wearing a black armored wolf helmet, understood what he meant. He swung the holy hammer and hit the helmet of the Plague Warrior hard, causing the Plague Warrior to stagger back a few steps. Taking this opportunity, he opened the holy relic box on his waist, which contained an exquisite blood bottle.

Pulling the gun chamber to eject the bullet and put the blood bottle in it, Reverend Bennett made full preparations for aiming and shooting in the short time when the Plague Warrior recovered from the hammer.

With a bang, the tip of the blood bottle pierced Wodehouse's armor, and then the life blood was pumped into Wodehouse's body.

Feeling the great recovery of his physical condition, Wodehouse finally cast his psychic eye towards the majestic filth ball.