Archarn sat in the captain's position, watching the warship blessed by Nurg, with a hint of disgust in his expression.

The slogan of the terror believers in daily life is to sacrifice blood to the blood god and sacrifice skull master. Yuannan's population obviously cannot satisfy the appetite of this great god, especially after he obtained the blood of the demon hunter, he seemed to have completely lost interest in Yuannan.

In comparison, He prefers the chaos-stricken area between the Loess Zone and the Old Continent. Every year, countless barbarian tribes formed a coalition to sweep the East and West Continents under the terrorism.

Slaanes and Tsengchi's main positions are at the top of various races, mainly infiltration and corruption. Occasionally, they are making some news in the far south, and they are extinguished in the flames stage.

Only Nurg, the most active evil god in Yuannan is Nurg. This plague king, the Lord of Pollution, seems to have extraordinary interest in the fertile soil of Yuannan, and has repeatedly thrown his family into this quagmire.

The Comfort is a work made by His interests. No one knows that this warship once belonged to a pirate group or was the unlucky ship owner of the old continent. The only thing that can be confirmed is that it was once sunk by the Cyris warship.

Then, at the bottom of the endless ocean, the comfort was reborn. It grew, changed, twisted slowly on the bottom of the sea like a living creature, absorbing the malice of the drowned crew members.

It was immersed in the poisonous embrace of Nurg, its mast became curved, and the once burnt sail became a skin-like substance.

The changes in the internal structure of the Comfort were even more complicated. Blisters grew on its hull plate. Its keel bones became swollen like twisted intestines, filling half of the cabin, making every living creature trying to pass through had to drill through these structures that secreted mucus, like internal organs.

That's right, this Nurgle warship has its own crew. Those crew members who unfortunately died on the ship were forcibly stayed on the warship and became part of the comfort ship. Whether they wanted to do so or not, they would never be freed.

Like many other things in Nurgle Gardens, the boundary between dead and living things is broken, and now the comfort number is alive.

It can breathe, have a physical circulation, it has its own will, and even has emotions. It hates the enemies that have destroyed it, returns from the bottom of the sea again and again, and pursues its enemies tenaciously.

It is larger and heavier than before, and a large number of biological tissues that spontaneously proliferate fill the inside and outside of the warship, so that its once defensive weaknesses no longer exist. It is a monster, a killing beast.

The condolence number must be comforted, it must be fed, it must be served, if it does, it will fight for you, and it is good at it.

Acharn was not satisfied with his mission at this time, but he didn't know when it became a bit weird on the system interface, which showed it very clearly, and destroyed five warships as Captain Fury.

Diderick stood up from the captain's chair with some disgust. This was a structure specially grown by the comforting roster to welcome his arrival.

To match his identity, the chair looked huge, almost half the mast tall, but Acharn always felt as if he was sitting on a pile of freshly baked stools, not only the smell was like, but the slippery feeling under his butt was even more like.

"I'm simply a living target." Diderick walked down the steps, and the debris from the chair fell off the bone spurs behind him, and the deck under his feet made a sniffle sound, as if walking in the mud.

Diderick saw a poor sailor who had merged into the deck, leaving only his upper body struggling to scrub the deck that could never be wiped clean.

"Parts on the ship, if you will," he murmured: "Get moving again and fight for me."

There was a response from the cabin below the deck, and the crew staggered out of the darkness, coming out of the stomach of semi-biological beasts, wiping away the sweat and mucus from their eyes.

With them, the Comfort woke up. Such a ship was hard to kill, and any of them was hard to kill.

A thin crewman gradually emerged on the deck, first with a few bones, then with nerve tissue, and then with miserable white muscles, and Diderick guessed that the unlucky sailor was here the last time he was killed.

Just like other crew members, even if they were crushed into scum, it could not escape the dispatch of the comforter, but this time it could not catch up. Diderick was too lazy to bypass it and stepped straight through its body.

With the sound of bones being stomped, Diderick felt much more happy. After seeing the performance of these sailors, he always felt that the world around him slowed down, which made him a little crazy.

"Show up!" With Diderick's order, the off-white sail, which seemed to be structured with bat wings, spread along the twisted mast, weirdly it could work like a normal sail, or even better.

"Accelerate and surprise our enemies!" In front of Diderick, the fleshy rudder continued to expand, and a half-body sailor grew out in the center of the rudder. His ape-like arms firmly grasped the rudder beneath him, and twisted his body frantically with a flattering smile: "As for orders, Captain Acharn!"

Under the combined action of sails and tentacles, the comfort began to accelerate. The turrets originally distributed on both sides of the hull moved directly in front of the waving surface of the comfort. The biological cannon with flesh and blood veins was pushed out by the immortal sailors, and the twisted and howling heads were rudely stuffed in.

"Say hello to our friends, rotten meat." Diderick looked at the big ship in the distance. With his limited level of education, he could not connect Serris with New China at all.

But it doesn't matter. He has limited knowledge of New China in reality, and his limited time has been spent on the construction site.

The sailors of the Comfort shouted weakly, as if responding to Diderick, but the speed in their hands and feet was still slow, so the Comfort took the lead in bathing in the artillery fire.

The sailors on the Dingyuan are all veterans who have been through the battlefield. They had already experienced chaos battles when they were in the Loess Zone. No matter how strange the warships are, they would not care about them.

While the comfort number was still trying hard to charge, the Dingyuan number had already accelerated, seized the horizontal position of the T-shaped position, and aimed the dense muzzles on its left at the enemy.
Chapter completed!