I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Chapter 29: Three punches shatter the rebellious soul, Commander, I'm a man of misfortune.

Boom boom boom!

Dejan's fist fell like a monster, shattering the energy shield emanating from Elijah's armor and slamming him into the foundation.

The room was filled with the sickening cracking of bones and the muffled thuds of flesh and metal being squeezed together.

With Dejan's final, powerful punch.

Elijah's screams abruptly ceased; countless bones in his body were shattered.

The armor was deformed, and all four limbs were broken.

Lying on the ground, cosplaying as Lady Qi.

"Can you feel the pressure in your throat?" Dejan returned to his normal size, leaned down to examine the bloodied and mangled Elijah, removed the breathing mask he had been wearing, revealing a face full of mockery and vengeful smile. "That's the shackles of fate tightening, Lord Coron."

Upon seeing that face, Elijah's unfocused pupils suddenly focused, and he trembled as he raised his hand, trying to grab Deyan.

"Heh...heh..."

"It's...it's you, Dejan Davent!!!"

"I should have killed you in the first place!" Elijah gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and regret. "I should be the one laughing last."

"But you didn't." Dejan grinned, picking up the bomb gun from the ground. "Reality is cruel; you don't get a second chance."

"Since you saved me, I'll give you a chance to say your last words."

"No!" Seeing that Deyan was about to get serious, Elijah was afraid. "You can't kill me."

I am Elijah Koren!

Third in line to the Koren Merchant Ronin Dynasty, holder of the Holy Terra Trade Charter, honorary patron of the Martian Mechanicus, chief deacon of the Merchant Ronin Federation…

"Wow, that's impressive." Deyan raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise and gave a noble gesture of respect. "I apologize for looking down on you before. Now, get ready to go."

"Wait, spare my life!" Elijah struggled desperately, starting to play the victim. "I'll give you anything you want, as long as you let me go, I'll give you the fleet, how about that?"

My life has been like walking on thin ice. On the surface, I seem to be living a glamorous life, but in reality, I'm dancing on the edge of a knife every day.

Those cousins ​​wish I were dead.

I need strength to consolidate my position.

I'm a person with a hard life too!

Deyang took it all in and found it all amusing.

Ah~, Brother Bo Bing is here.

Three punches shatter the rebellious spirit; sir, I am a man of misfortune.

"So noisy!"

As Dejan pulled the trigger and the bullet was fired, he noticed that Elijah's expression of collapse had changed, replaced by an eerie, morbid tranquility.

The bomb pierced Elijah's forehead.

It enters from the forehead and exits from the back of the head.

It stirred up a cloud of red and white mixture.

The pierced skull wound began to wriggle.

Pale, greasy granulation tissue emerged from the edges of the wound like maggots.

Growth, intertwining.

In the blink of an eye, the damaged skull was repaired.

The broken bones were connected and wrapped by milky white proliferative tissue, the collapsed chest swelled up, and the skin was covered with greasy beads of sweat and blisters that kept bulging and flattening.

The shattered ancient armor was pushed aside by the newly grown fat and bone spurs, becoming part of this new body.

Elijah’s head was almost sunk into the flesh of his shoulder, and several thick tentacles covered with suckers and festering sores emerged from his back and ribs, waving merrily.

That once handsome face has turned into a huge mouth that drips pus and reveals rotten teeth.

"Ugh~"

Deyang felt nauseous watching it.

Clearly, the loving father responded to Elijah.

Elijah cast himself into chaos, and he was not surprised.

It's truly unexpected that someone could be so despicable.

A nobleman as extravagant and decadent as Elijah should have sworn allegiance to Slaanesh.

Or, given his treacherous and unpredictable nature, he should be a fan of Tzeentch.

They don't seem like the type to tolerate evil at all.

The merciful father tolerates evil, the lord of plague.

It symbolizes decay, disease, death, and rebirth.

Life is born from decay, and eternity is found in stillness.

Generally, only those suffering from disease would throw themselves into the nest, and Elijah was not associated with such people at all.

strangeness.

"Father...accepted me..." Elijah's voice came from various parts of the mountain of flesh, overlapping and chaotic, yet revealing a twisted sense of satisfaction, "Look...what a beautiful body."

Boils, abscesses, maggots...

Deyang couldn't bear to look at it; he felt itchy all over.

Don't come any closer!

Nurgle's blessing is not merely a physical mutation, but a direct rewriting of the soul and mind.

Those blessed by Nurgle will feel a deep sense of happiness and satisfaction, and will feel that their corrupted bodies are perfect.

They viewed their bodies as a masterpiece bestowed by their loving father.

An expanded body represents power.

The flowing pus is the fountain of life.

Parasites that breed are adorable pets.

Pain was transformed into a strange kind of comfort.

The smell of decay is perceived as a sweet fragrance.

But can you appreciate it yourself?

Don't be disgusting!

"Open your arms to receive the Father, and I will spare your life." Elijah wriggled his enormous body, his mouth opening and closing.

Dejan: "What if I don't?"

"You have no chance to refuse. You've reached your limit, I can see that." Elijah laughed triumphantly. "Once I offer the Star God fragment to the Father, I will become His most beloved child."

No, you won't.

Typhons was the father's favorite.

Dejan wanted to refute this, but he quickly realized how absurd Elijah's plan was.

Nurgle is the embodiment of the subspace concept of life, decay, and cycles, and its power is rooted in the subspace.

Azagorod, the Nightbringer, is a cosmic deity representing the laws of physics.

The two are incompatible and mutually exclusive.

Using fragments of Azagorod the Nightbringer to appease the Father is like building a toilet to appease Indians.

It was completely useless; the effort was misdirected.

Lizards need to be removed from animal protection laws.

Offering fragments of the Star God to the benevolent Father.

He's a genius.

What will happen?

I can't wait!

Dejan gave a meaningful smile, raised his hands, and stepped back.

"Lord Coron, please go ahead and do it. I will not interfere."

Elijah took Deyan's concession as resignation and did not rush to deal with Deyan, but began the sacrificial ceremony on his own.

As the sacrificial ritual proceeded, the Star God fragments showed no signs of being accepted and transformed; instead, they gradually became unstable and restless.

The surrounding space began to tremble.

Elijah's prayers grew increasingly frantic, and his smearing of the sticky substance became even more frantic.

When he tried to use his newfound power to erode the Star God fragments, the Star God fragments erupted with an unprecedented energy tide.

Elijah's active blisters on his body surface instantly dried up and died, the flowing pus froze into a gray hard shell, and the newly formed granulation tissue melted away like snow exposed to the sun.

Elijah screamed in terror.

"No, no, why is this happening?"

Dejan witnessed a scene he would never forget.

As the blessing was withdrawn, Elijah's bloated body visibly withered and shrank, eventually being consumed by the plague and turning into a pool of putrid liquid.

Elijah Corren ended his life of betrayal and scheming in a highly ironic way.

"Pfft... So there really are people who die from their own stupidity, unable to even understand how to cast a spell into chaos." Deyang couldn't hold back any longer and plopped down on the ground, laughing out loud.

"If you stuff firecrackers under your loving father's butt, I'll respect you as a true man."