Chapter 943 Don’t disturb people making soup

Chapter 943 Don’t disturb people making soup

Nurgle put Lin Fan on his finger and stopped moving, continuing to focus on the work of stirring the soup. His attitude could be described as friendly, but few creatures in the world could withstand his kindness. Just in the small piece of land that Lin Fan set foot on, he had already seen countless corpses trapped in the cycle of life and death. Their bodies were wrapped in mud, fungi, and vines, with only wet arms and turbid and swollen eyeballs sticking out from the gaps.

Lin Fan touched his head and considered what he should do next. Then he thought about what the Emperor had told him about Nurgle, who had grown in power and was spreading his gifts across the galaxy. Many worlds had been eroded by the plague, and the troops on the planet were desperately fighting against the plague zombies.

Now that they're here, let's just weaken the wave of Nurgle.

As for the problem of the magic sword, Lin Fan felt that it would not 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 over 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 immediately felt sick after witnessing this scene. He originally thought that after watching the video tape, he would have a strong resistance to this disgusting scene, but he ignored the senses of smell, hearing, and sight. Powerful when working together.

Lin Fan's complexion turned pale and yellow, yellow and white again, his stomach was churning violently, and acid water had returned to Lin Fan's throat several times.

In the end, Lin Fan vomited out amidst the long rumbling sound of Nurgle's intestines. His vomiting sound was inaudible amid the sounds of the expansion and explosion of rotting matter.

Mouth after mouthful of pure old soup was spat on the ground. Under the influence of the power of pure old soup, large areas of corrupt land transformed into a clean state when life sprouted. Lin Fan was finally able to find a hint of fragrance that calmed him down from the extremely complex stench.

Nurgle frowned, and he smelled the strange fragrance again that made him feel bland.

Did I not add enough ingredients?

Nurgle thought thoughtfully and took a look at the gurgling soup. He felt that the color of the soup was just right. If I added something more, Isa would say it was salty.

Suddenly Nurgle felt itchy on his fingers and scratched them. He suddenly found that his hands were covered with a large amount of skin flakes made of malnourished flowers and plants.

"Hi. How are you?"

"Is it you little guy again?"

Nurgle stretched out his big hand in one direction, and when he pulled it back, there was a pair of twisted 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? It's not a good idea to paint this guy's armor, so 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 the jumping Nurgle beast and was a little confused. Does Nurgle think this thing can deal with him?

Since I came to Warhammer, the demons that I have killed the most are Khorne and Nurgle demons. Needless to say, Khorne has been staring at me since I mocked him for being no different from the God of War Kane. And Nurgle is an old acquaintance. On the Flame, I disemboweled a Great Unclean One, and was even fed a large bowl of soup by Slaanesh. When I was in the Ghoul Sector, I was even more direct. Broke one of his fingers.

As a result, Nurgle reacted like this? It feels like you don't know me.

Is it because he is too homely and doesn't understand the outside world? Or do you have a good temper and don'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 to avoid the Nurgle beast's flying attack, and then these beasts collided with each other, making a grunt when their slippery bodies collided. The chirping sound reminded Lin Fan of the strange movement when Slaanesh was lubricating her tentacles.

Lin Fan felt chilled by his thoughts and got goosebumps all over his body. Then he jumped on a fallen Nurgle beast, opened its laughing mouth and spit out a mouthful of old soup.

Nurgle chewed the old soup 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 all suppressed by his violent resistance. driven away.

In the end, the Nurgle beast 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 that I saw in the village when I was a kid?

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and touched it. The surface was a little rough. With a little force, he could feel the extreme softness and coolness under the skin. This was much better than the wet and pus-filled touch of Nurgle Beast.

After being touched, the insect gently touched Lin Fan with its head. Lin Fan's pleasant interaction was extremely terrifying to other Nurgle beasts. In their little minds, the bugs in front of them were as unhealthy as an incurable disease.

After Lin Fan was satisfied with the touch, he also turned his attention to the other Nurgle beasts who were hesitant and slightly afraid. Then he started to chase these Nurgle beasts and gave them a mouthful of pure old soup 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 were the only ones in Nurgle's dying realm that he could take a second look at. Lin Fan ordered these bugs to transform the surrounding environment for him and save his nose and eyes. Then he continued to spit out more old soup, preparing to reproduce on Nurgle's fingers the plants he planted when he fought with the headquarters.

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 moment of being cooked. If it cannot be stirred, A fully prepared soup cannot meet Nurgle's standards.

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.