Chapter 82: The Ferocious Life of the Nurgle Demon

Neither Jeanne nor Marquitt could tear their eyes away from Zhou Yun, standing between golden light and murky rain.

Each drop of these black raindrops contained tens of thousands of bacteria and viruses, and tiny parasites surged through the flowing water.

Yet Zhou Yun stood within it, his human body seemingly unaffected in the slightest.

Not even a single drop of the black rain could cling to his skin.

Marquitt stared in shock at the scene.

This rain was crafted by the Great Unclean One, Rainfather Rotigus, an embodiment of that Great Demon’s impure authority.

Yet Zhou Yun walked step by step through the black rain, unharmed, heading straight toward Marquitt.

Even the diseases that had clung to Zhou Yun had vanished entirely.

[Item Name: Adaptation Lamp]

[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]

[Production Date: 291.m3]

[Function: A green, pistol-shaped ray lamp; its beam enables adaptation to any natural, physical, chemical, or survival environment, including but not limited to space, high altitude, mudslides, sandstorms, lava, seabed, underground, lightning storms, harmful pathogens, and stellar surfaces. One exposure lasts 24 hours.]

[Rental Price: 1,600,000 per use]

The Adaptation Lamp purchased for one point six million was indeed powerful.

It not only cured the afflictions plaguing Zhou Yun but also enabled him to adapt to any environment.

Even the profane rain created by the Great Unclean One in the Warp could not harm him in the slightest.

“No!”

“Laine Lu Se! You know! Only by doing this can you truly save Asford!”

Marquitt shouted at Zhou Yun.

“You know it! Why are you stopping me?!”

Zhou Yun looked at Marquitt, whose body was steaming and nearly dead.

Marquitt stood in the black rain, stubbornly blocking him with its withered frame.

Its body was covered in blistered burns, grotesque and terrifying.

“Don’t you understand? He is Death itself,” Marquitt pleaded.

“Yes.”

Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

Then he slammed a fist into Marquitt’s withered body.

Marquitt let out a horrific scream and collapsed heavily into the murky black rain.

“The Empire is a cesspool.”

Zhou Yun paused, then charged toward the Warp engine opening the rift to the Highest Heaven:

“The Empire is a cesspool—but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do the butterfly stroke in the real thing!”

The black rain nearly submerged Marquitt’s withered body; it reached out, trying to grab Zhou Yun’s ankle.

But it was too slow—helplessly watching as Zhou Yun dashed toward the Warp engine.

In the Garden of Nurgle, swarms of Nurgle Spirits gathered, accompanied by all manner of strange Nurgle Demons.

Beneath the swaying yew branches of Rainfather Rotigus, they surged toward the rift between the Warp and reality.

The rift had not yet widened enough to allow the Great Demon and a full army of Nurgle Demons to invade reality—they could not let the Warp engine be destroyed.

One by one, Nurgle Spirits poured out of the Warp engine like a greenish-yellow tide, rushing toward Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun’s hands were clad in Superhuman Gloves; without hesitation, he swung his fists hard.

The Nurgle Spirits shattered instantly into chunks of rotting flesh, flying everywhere.

A few Nurgle Spirits, though flung back and not dead, hid in the rain and crept stealthily behind Zhou Yun, attempting to ambush him.

But Zhou Yun spun around, yanked them out of the black rain with one hand, and crushed them in his grip.

More Nurgle Demons, carrying bizarre plagues, poured from the Warp rift, charging toward Zhou Yun; his figure flickered, and in an instant he stood among them.

With his Superhuman Gloves, he seized the head of a Plaguebearer and swung it like a weapon, smashing it into surrounding Nurgle Demons.

In an instant, the lower-tier Nurgle Demons were shattered and scattered.

Even the Plaguebearer he used as a weapon was flung apart into a pile of rotting meat.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath.

Combat! Thrilling!

Zhou Yun felt a continuous surge of power coursing through his body.

He turned his head toward Jeanne.

More precisely, toward the faintly visible corpse on her body.

Zhou Yun had the strange impression that the corpse had just given him a thumbs-up.

Zhou Yun had no time to ponder further—he turned and swung his fist, driving back the Nurgle Demons approaching again.

More and more Nurgle Demons began gathering before the Warp rift, waiting to squeeze into reality.

At that moment, a flickering glow erupted violently behind Zhou Yun.

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The light expanded rapidly and exploded before the Warp rift.

The searing radiance melted the invading Nurgle Demons and banished them back into the Warp.

Jeanne gasped for breath, her body marked with scattered burns.

Zhou Yun seized this brief opening, his figure flickering to stand before the Warp engine.

He reached out, ignoring the strange aura seeping from the curved blade, and yanked it free.

But the curved blade instantly turned to ash in his hands.

Clearly, all its power had been fully channeled into the Warp engine.

Within the Warp rift, more Nurgle Demons gathered, crowding toward reality.

Without hesitation, Zhou Yun extended his Superhuman Gloved hands and gripped the Warp engine tightly.

A piercing shriek erupted from the tower-like Warp engine as Zhou Yun lifted it slightly.

The Demons roared, their bodies half-protruding from the Warp rift.

“I’ve been waiting for you!”

Zhou Yun shoved the Warp engine into his fourth-dimensional pocket with all his strength—

The entire Warp engine, along with the rift, bent like a supple silk ribbon as Zhou Yun forcibly stuffed it into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

The Demons poured from the rift and plunged headfirst into the fourth-dimensional pocket.

[Item: Nurgle Spirit]

[Origin: Warp — Garden of Nurgle]

[Evaluation: Small Nurgle Demons that swarm in groups, like miniature versions of their bloated deity, seemingly eternally joyful. Mild, sweet taste; effectively treats six types of stagnation and emotional depression. Not for direct consumption.]

[Production Date: ???]

[Status: Fresh and Vigorous]

[Value: 800 credits]

[Item: Plaguebearer]

[Origin: Warp — Garden of Nurgle]

[Evaluation: Soul reborn from death by Nurgle plague, wielding a plague sword dripping with infectious slime, serving as Nurgle’s foot soldier. Mild, bitter taste; effectively treats robust health and strong immunity. Not for direct consumption.]

[Production Date: ???]

[Status: Uninspected]

[Value: 1000 credits]

Looking at the series of Nurgle Demon information,

Zhou Yun immediately clicked to sell.

(End of Chapter)