Looking at the greenish sea of Walking Corpses ahead, Roya ignored Foros’s anxiety, a sneer curling up the corner of his mouth instead.
“Corruption?” Roya’s tone was very relaxed, “Rest assured, everyone, impossible!” With a thought, he clicked open the hidden inventory.
An iron bucket filled with white liquid appeared in his hands.
“Foros, do you know what is in this bucket?” Roya shook the iron bucket.
Foros was stunned: “My lord…
This smell seems to be the milk of some animal?” “That’s right, milk.” Roya nodded.
Looking at the square iron bucket in his hand, he couldn’t help but sigh at how ridiculous the physical judgment of the Minecraft system was.
In Minecraft, a block is one cubic meter.
A bucket of water or a bucket of milk poured on the ground can fill an entire block of space.
In other words, this seemingly inconspicuous small iron bucket in his hand contained a full cubic meter of milk!
“Find some water bags,” Roya ordered, “The bigger, the better.
Portion the milk in this bucket into them.” Someone immediately brought over water bags.
Roya held the iron bucket and tilted his hand.
The milky-white milk poured into the water bag like a waterfall.
After filling one, the liquid level in the iron bucket showed no sign of dropping at all.
“My lord, what are you doing this for…” Ilia was completely confused.
Using milk to deal with Nurgle demons?
“In my rules, milk can remove all negative statuses.” Roya picked up a water bag and weighed it, “Whether it is deadly poison, weakness, or some Nurgle blessing.
As long as it is judged as an external abnormal status, milk can completely clear it all to zero.” At this moment, Roya threw one into the Plague Zombies!
“Whoosh——!” The water bag drew a parabola in the air, accurately falling into the dense group of Walking Corpses ahead.
“Plop!” The water bag smashed into those bloated and rotting bodies, instantly bursting.
The white milk splashed everywhere, inevitably getting onto the ulcerated faces of those Walking Corpses, and even flowing into their pus-dripping mouths.
At that instant, an eerie dead silence appeared on the battlefield.
One Walking Corpse standing at the very front had most of its head already corroded, exposing the bones, and the intestines in its abdominal cavity dragged on the ground.
Its mouth touched a small mouthful of the splashed milk.
The next second.
“Hiss——” A dazzling white light suddenly burst from the body of that Walking Corpse.
It was not the filthy light of the Warp, but an extremely pure refresh light representing the absolute rules of the system!
Under the gaze of Foros, Ilia, and all the Lamenters veterans who were almost popping their eyes out of their sockets, an extremely terrifying scene that violated the baseline common sense of the universe occurred.
The yellow-green pustules on that Walking Corpse instantly shriveled and fell off.
On the exposed bones, vibrant flesh grew backward wildly as if the fast-forward button had been pressed.
The intestines dragging on the ground automatically retracted back into the abdominal cavity, and the torn skin healed perfectly.
In just two seconds!
A Walking Corpse that was originally dripping with pus and whose soul and body had been completely occupied by the Nurgle plague turned back into an intact Underhive mortal youth with flushed skin!
Even the shattered clothing on his body faded from that foul-smelling color.
“This…
Where is this…” The youth stood blankly in place, looking at his intact hands.
Reason reoccupied the high ground of his brain.
But then he turned his head and saw the other dense, foul-smelling Plague Zombies crowded around him.
Memories of the Chaos corruption flooded into his mind like a tide.
He remembered how he had eaten his neighbors and how he had swallowed rotten meat full of maggots.
“Ahhhhhh!!!!!” The youth collapsed to his knees, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
But this scream only lasted for a short two seconds.
The surrounding Plague Zombies that hadn’t been stained with milk were stimulated by this sudden breath of vibrant life.
More than a dozen ulcerated hands grabbed at the youth simultaneously, instantly submerging him in the pile of rotten meat.
The sound of bone shattering and chewing made one’s scalp tingle.
But this scene was no longer important.
Roya stood in front of the position, snapped his fingers, and chuckled: “It really works.
Applied externally and taken internally, the scope of this rule judgment is even broader than I thought.” Foros stared fixedly at the situation ahead.
The Nurgle plague is irreversible; only raging fire and plasma can completely burn it to ashes.
This is an iron law branded deep in the soul of every Astartes.
Today, this iron law was directly shattered by an iron bucket of white liquid.
Roya ignored everyone’s shock.
He turned around carrying the empty iron bucket.
“Titus,” Roya gave the order, “Take twenty recruits back to the dairy farm above.
Fill the iron buckets with milk, portion them into leather bags, and send them down immediately.” Titus stood at attention and saluted, turned around to pick twenty recruits, and strode toward the rear passage.
Half an hour later.
On the tactical attachment points at the waists of more than three hundred Astartes recruits and Lamenters veterans, an oxhide water bag filled with milk had been added.
Battle Sisters Captain Ilia also led her subordinate Battle Sisters, carefully hanging the water bags at their waists.
Roya switched a bucket of milk out of the inventory, held it in his hand, and took a sip.
“The rules are very simple,” Roya’s gaze swept across the audience, “If you feel your body getting hot or tingling, or smell the rotting odor worsening, take a sip.
If your armor is damaged and splashed by body fluids, take a sip.
If anything feels wrong, drink it directly, no need to save.” Everyone nodded.
The gaze they cast at the water bags exuded the fanaticism of looking at holy relics of the Emperor.
Roya put away the iron bucket, flicked his wrist, and the iron sword fell into his palm.
“Now, rush over and crush them.” Roya gripped the sword with one hand and exerted force with his feet.
The metal floor let out an unbearable muffled sound, directly caving into a large pit.
Carrying extremely violent kinetic energy, Roya crashed straight into the crowded yellow-green sea of Walking Corpses ahead.
The dozen or so Walking Corpses in the front row raised their ulcerated arms.
Roya made no extra movements, horizontally drawing a silver-white sword light with the iron sword in his hand.
Eight consecutive muffled system judgment sound effects exploded in the air.
The eight closest Walking Corpses didn’t even have the qualification to block for a single second.
The moment the iron sword touched their bodies, blinding red light burst all over them, and their huge bodies flew backward more than ten meters in mid-air, knocking down a large area of the Walking Corpses behind.
Still in mid-air, these eight Walking Corpses directly turned into wisps of white smoke and dissipated, leaving only a few flickering rotten meat models on the ground.
There was no room for any resistance; it was completely unilateral rule crushing.
Any Walking Corpses that tried to block Roya’s advancing steps ended up being hacked away with a sword and turning into white mist.
Chapter Master Foros drew his power sword and raised it high above his head.
“For the Emperor!
For the lord!
All forces, charge!” The roar of Bolters resounded through the Underhive once again.
Hundreds of Space Marines formed an indestructible iron defense line, closely following behind Roya.
With the milk at their waists as a source of confidence, the Lamenters and recruits completely abandoned their previous defensive formations.
They ignored the pus and acid water flying all over the sky, strode forward, and poured Bolter fire into the dense horde of corpses.
Ilia led the Battle Sisters, holding holy flame guns and spitting raging fire.
A few drops of foul-smelling pus splashed onto a Battle Sister’s cheek.
Just as the corrosive white smoke rose, the Battle Sister quickly pulled open the water bag stopper and gulped down a mouthful of milk.
White light flashed.
The corrosive wound healed instantly, leaving not even a trace of a red mark.
“A miracle!” The Battle Sister exclaimed, charging into the denser enemy formation without hesitation.