Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 68
The evil moon shines high, and the eight winds condense into a green atmosphere. On the square and beside the crucible, countless disgusting flesh and blood vines grow, filling the steps and gaps, and burrowing into the room and flesh and blood.

The lord is still stirring the boiler, and flies and maggots are constantly overflowing from the swollen flesh and blood body to feed the boiler. The only thing that is normal is his skin color that is still human.

At this moment, the village has turned into a purgatory on earth, and the only way to survive is to rely on force. Roel took out a firearm and blasted the head of an uncertain creature that was like a zombie and could not be named.

When its head is rotten and the twisted carrion flies around, its body is finalized in the physical space. This is the carrier of the disease!
But the thing was still able to move after its head was stripped off. Obviously, the demons didn't care about physical destruction at all.

Do something, Roel, do something...

The fighting power of this group of monsters is much higher than that in the game, because the demons will not die due to physical damage, and they are really desperate for enemies who cannot be killed.

The smell of corruption and the disgusting grunting of the cauldron continued, and the peasants fled in all directions, illogically, which made Roel dare not act.

If he is pushed down by the peasants, he will be surrounded by demons.

When Alimara also shot gunpowder through the eyes of an approaching plague carrier, its poor head exploded, but she also soon discovered that as long as the eight winds are not extinguished, the demon will not die.

She looked at her master anxiously, but Roel couldn't bring them back to the Chaos Demon Realm. He sighed, then held his breath, and used a pitchfork to a little cute jumping Nurgle on the side of the road. It's a blast, but it will be resurrected in the cauldron soon.

The farmer is also a brave guy, holding a weapon and resisting the demon with the remaining masked men, but the screams and terrifying power swallowed them overwhelmingly.

"Mom!" When the first wailing sounded, the chaotic group of wolves had completed their purpose. The farmers couldn't stand the fear and kept breaking up.

This is why knights look down on them. Peasants will never be used on the battlefield.

This is also the reason why Roel did not choose to help farmers obtain rights, because in the medieval world, not only freedom and dignity, but what it is to be born as a human being is important.

Live, they can't live on their own, without the protection of the knight lord, the ordinary people of Bretonnia are just beastmen, green-skinned snacks.

Just a toy for the Chaos Demons...

It takes too long to change the peasants, it will take at least 20 years, not to mention how they defeated the knights, just changing the danger of weak power in the time of rulers and the feelings of change generated in it are the nourishment of Tzeentch's ability and Beastmen, a carnival of greenskins.

Such a sense of powerlessness pervades the small village. Roel or Alimara can still protect themselves, but what about ordinary farmers?

When Chaos' claws penetrated into the peasant's thin linen clothes, it only made two puffs, and the flesh and blood entered the demon's mouth.

Pajipaji started chewing, Roel was also exhausted, and countless sources of plague surrounded them, and Roel, who had no skill bonus, had to bear the negative effects.

If it weren't for the powerful bonus of the God of War Yurik, he might not be able to support it anymore.

When a smear of green blood stained his hood, Roel had had enough of the damned.

Isn't it just dozens of disease carriers? !
Don't underestimate the bomb!

Roel said to his disciples. "Alimara, stand in front of me!" While lighting the bomb, amidst the sizzling fire, this crazy night seemed extraordinarily peaceful.

Alimara stood in front of the master and covered him from using the bomb. Although she didn't know why the bomb her master used was more powerful than hers, it might be the difference in experience?

At this moment, her beautiful face was also stained with a lot of filth, but her expression became more determined. She was originally from this world, and she was also a warrior.

Looking at her performance, Roel couldn't help but think of his dark history of being fucked by a few ghouls...

It can only be said that the green out of the blue is better than the blue handle?

Seeing that the matchlock was almost burned, Roel threw out the weak soil bombs. He only had 12 iron shell bombs, so he was reluctant to use them on these guys.

The explosion and bad smell of black powder permeated the air, but the heat and the smoke of black powder were warmer than the plague and decay.

Flesh was flying everywhere, mud and juice were mixed together, but even so, their physical bodies had been twisted beyond repair, but they were still alive.

By Tarr, is the mere plague bearer so terrible?
Smoke and thick blood turned into a maddening tune, but gunpowder couldn't dislodge those things, at least not while the filthy cauldron was still churning...

The crucible, the crucible...the crucible is the link to the Chaos Demon Realm, because the eight winds of Bretonnia cannot support the shape of a demon!

Before the unclean and the beasts of Nurgle come here, before this land is defiled, something must be done to change everything...

Roel was just getting stronger, even though his hand on the pitchfork was already weak.

"For, Tal, the last possibility, the last possibility, before the gap widens, before the filth of the eight winds."

"Alimara! Cover me, use all your strength!"

Roel suddenly ran up, kicked away the twisted and grotesque demon in front of him, and ignited the burning iron bomb, Tal!Urik!Or other gods, you tm help me!

When a twisted plague carrier crawled close to Roel, the sharp claws were about to attack!
A moment later, Alimara's musket roared behind her, and the projectile pierced the demon's body, temporarily immobilizing it.

The two teamed up like old friends, abruptly broke through the defenses of the disgusting unclean creatures, and walked to the side of the cauldron.

The lord who was no longer human made an ethereal and disgusting sound. "Come, come, by the gift of the Father, in the perfect night sky, in the fair cauldron."

Roel cursed. "I'll go, NMD gift!" The sizzling black powder was thrown into the crucible, filling the disgusting thing with the last trace of wonderful encounter.

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This is the second time that Roel has blown up such a thing. The first time was at the beach in Bordereau, and the sea breeze can dilute everything, but today.

To be honest, he was going to throw up!

After the suffocating smell and the disgusting liquid enough to rot the stone flew up, burning the clumps of Nurgling to death, Roel looked at himself who was not stained with mucus.

Tal bless!

But the lord was not in a hurry, he just wiped the mucus from his face and continued to stir...

It seems that the crucible and the world of tm are not in the same space, even the lord is...

Countless demons crawled out. At this moment, Roel saw what he only wanted to see, that swollen, fat, green monster like a sticky slug.

Nurgle also tumbled out of the cauldron...

　The God of the Lake listens to me drinking, the Holy Grail holy water is filthy and mottled, and the century-old story cannot be written clearly.

　　In the kingdom of knights in Bretonnia, the disease is fixed but not in the crucible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)