Chapter 442 Savior: The Divine Plague is too dangerous, it’s safer in my hands
“Hurry, we must destroy that big demon before other teams arrive!”
End The horn urges the fear warriors under his command to attack at all costs.
In any war that the Dread Legion participates in, the competition is extremely fierce. Except that they cannot attack their own people, they can do everything else.
An incompetent team will achieve nothing and become an internal shame.
This is very troublesome.
Due to the small amount of loot, there are not enough blood points. Without blood points, equipment cannot be replenished, further reducing combat effectiveness.
This will cause the entire team to fall into a whirlpool of failure, losing to other teams again and again.
Eventually he was annexed and became the lowest level warrior.
What is even more frightening is that in order to gain an advantage in the war, most of the fear warriors accepted special gifts from the Dark Prince and prepaid blood points to arm themselves.
This is already an established rule within the Dread Legion. If you want to become a high-level Dread Warrior, you must do this.
No Dread Warrior wants to be weak.
Although the Dread Legion will provide basic armor, weapons, and ammunition, it is far from satisfying the desires of the Dread Warriors.
The strong get stronger. If you don’t have the most powerful equipment and firepower, you are destined to be unable to win the most delicious results and gain Diavolo’s favor.
I can only watch others getting stronger and stronger, like a snowball.
Therefore, they all boldly accepted special gifts, and the amount of blood points advanced in advance was even dozens or hundreds of times their income.
The so-called special gift is actually a blood loan. After a one-time loan, you need to repay it for decades.
The Dread Warriors must work harder and participate in more wars before they can afford it.
The strong ones among them can use the firepower obtained from blood point loans to quickly accumulate more capital and develop and expand their teams.
This is also the reason why the Dread Legion's combat effectiveness is so terrifying. They have desires, shackles, and pressure, but they also enjoy it.
All Dread Warriors receive power advanced by the Dark Prince.
Every war is an unparalleled adventure. Whether you are a young model in the club or go fishing in the sea, it all depends on this one.
The pressure on Broken Angle is relatively high nowadays.
For this war.
He resolutely spent all his blood points and invested in a dozen Centurion armors and more Dreadnought mechas, as well as a full set of master-level Terminator armor and weapons.
All the soldiers under his command have also changed their equipment and are equipped with a large amount of special ammunition and sufficient firepower.
The purpose is to seize a large amount of blood points in this super-large-scale war and promote himself and his war gang to a higher level.
The consequences of failure are also tragic.
There is a high probability that you will go bankrupt, be merged, or join the logistics force to work hard.
Therefore, he is extremely eager to kill more and stronger enemies.
This Dread Legion warband immediately killed Nurgle after detecting it.
Not only them, but also several war gangs are coming, trying to surround and kill the Nurgle Demon in order to obtain a large number of blood points and Diablo's favor.
It can be described as a sudden wealth.
However, when Broken Horn and other fear warriors arrived, they only saw the figure of the Dark Prince killing the Great Demon of Nurgle.
The being brutally tore off the head of Nurgle, causing the surrounding demons to tremble with fear.
Broken Horn didn't hesitate, cursed and turned away.
Who would have thought that after finally finding a big boss to fight in a group, the leader would easily steal his head.
How annoying is this?
But he didn't dare to say anything, he could only give him a cricket behind his back.
After that, Duanjiao led the fear warriors under his command to rush to other battlefields, jumping all the way.
Let Nurgle's army change their expressions upon hearing this.
Nowadays, the Dark Prince and the Dread Legion have become famous, and most existences in the galaxy and subspace know their power.
No one wants to mess with these guys who are crazier than the warriors of Khorne.
Because most of the galactic space warriors or armies have strategic purposes when participating in wars.
Generally, if you retreat, you won’t have to fight to the death.
But the Dread Legion is different.
These guys have no rules, no martial ethics, and no regard for winning or losing the war. Their only purpose is to kill you until you die.
It’s hard to get rid of once you get it.
There is even a Chaos warband that has been hunted sleeplessly by the Dread Warriors for several years, from the galaxy to the warp.
The tragic deed of being all dismembered in the end.
They couldn't figure it out until they died. Didn't they just kill some humans and didn't provoke these madmen? How could they cause such trouble?
Chaos traitors and demons all regard the Dread Warriors as aliens and call them mad dogs.
The reputation of the Khorne Warriors has inexplicably improved a lot because of the emergence of the Dread Warriors.
Compared with the unknown, crazy and relentless fear warriors, those reckless and bloodthirsty Khorne warriors have become more beautiful.
More Chaos warbands have joined the Dread Legion with the attitude of joining if they can't defeat them.
From being bullied, to bullying others.
But now the standards for recruiting new members of the Dread Legion are much more stringent.
Some Dread Warriors are so unfounded that they worry that their blood point income will decrease due to absorbing too much Chaos forces.
What will happen when there are not enough people to kill?
Fortunately, Chaos Demons are endless and are also an important target for the Dread Legion to earn blood points.
On the battlefield.
“Not bad, very energetic!”
Ron dropped the head of Nurgle Demon, looked at the fearful warriors who were chasing the enemy, and nodded with satisfaction.
This is the Chaos Legion he really wants. To deal with the Chaos forces, he must be more cruel and crazy than them, making them fearful.
Now the strongest among the Dread Warriors can deal with the Chaos Demon alone.
Of course, they are still unable to deal with the top-ranked Chaos Demon.
They are also Chaos Demons, and the gap between them is wider than the gap between Green Skin and Little Fart.
Powerful Chaos Demons can beat up the original body, and some Chaos Demons are like leek backgrounds, and can even be hit and killed by human tanks.
The same goes for Space Marines.
For legendary space warriors like Dante, Calgar, and Ddraig, killing a big demon is like drinking water.
The weak Space Marines can even be stabbed to death by heretics with knives, and their eyepieces can be blown out by flashlight laser guns.
After Ron executed the Nurgle Demon, he did not participate in the battle again.
He didn’t want to compete with his subordinates for experience, and there was no need.
The enemies killed by the fear warriors have their own share of the energy of fear and faith accumulated.
You have to hide your traces and conserve your energy to deal with more important enemies.
It didn't take long for the Nurgle warriors and demons in this area to be killed by the Dread Legion and Tyranids.
Even those plague contaminants were licked up by the Tyranid swarm, which can be said to be an efficient cleanup.
After the Terror Legion and the aliens left, the Savior's purification troops came over and sprayed the dilute purification agent rain again, and the environment was restored.
Better than before.
The local troops and survivors are extremely grateful for the gift of the Emperor and the Savior.
……
The ruined church.
Chaos evil energy desecrated the entire area, and the flames roared.
In the shrine area of the hall stands a Chaos Throne, with one ferocious Chaos existence under it, and some alien figures among them.
Ron sat on the throne, listening to reports from various units, especially the intelligence obtained by the Tyranid reconnaissance unit.
Today, too many armies have gathered on this planet, which has turned it into a pot of porridge. The fierce war has forever changed the terrain of the planet.
Fortunately, the empire has gradually regained its territory, but it seems that it cannot usher in victory.
Because they have not yet found the special plague factory and have not stopped the production of the divine plague.
Zhi——
The Tyran leader swallowed the rotten meat and sent the current harvest with some fear:
"The Tyranid reconnaissance unit found five corruption machines and seventeen plague strongholds, and found a large amount of materials for making plague.
But they did not find the corruption factory that the Hive Master hoped to find."
Ron frowned and mouthed Thick smoke and sparks burst out of his nose:
"This won't work. Once the divine plague comes, we may have to retreat..."
He can feel the corruption of this world. The power is gradually increasing and becoming more deadly.
That means that the production of Divine Plague has reached the final stage.
No matter how many results the Regent and himself achieve on this planet, it cannot be considered a victory without destroying the plague factory.
If the divine plague is really created, the regent, himself, and all the troops will run away immediately.
If you run slowly, you may be destroyed by the group in West.
As long as the giant moth releases a tube of divine plague here, it will kill all life on the planet. Even if he and the regent can survive, all the elites under his command will be wiped out.
That's an unbearable loss. Therefore, the stakes of this war are particularly high.
But they cannot let it go and let the enemy obtain such a heaven-defying plague weapon.
That is equivalent to the super nuclear weapon in the previous life, a thing that can flip the table at any time.
It's a pity that they ran out of time. They really turned over the planet bit by bit, and the day lilies were even cold.
Suddenly, Ron received the latest analysis from the think tank of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The document showed that the number of Nurgle troops arriving on the planet was several times greater than what had been detected so far.
But after a large number of Nurgle troops arrived on the planet, they disappeared without a trace.
That means that there must be hidden space on this planet.
The troops on the ground are just smoke bombs, and the hidden space is the area that Nurgle's army really wants to defend.
The plague factory is most likely hidden in those places.
Now, the think tank of the Ministry of Military Affairs has delineated several specific areas based on the trajectory of Nurgle's army landing or existing as the focus of investigation.
"Hidden space?"
Ron was reading the document, hesitating: "What if a giant moth predicts my prediction and deliberately sets up a hidden space to attract our firepower? How about setting up the plague factory outside?
In this case, wouldn’t we fall into the enemy’s scheme...”
As a leader, he often has to make crucial decisions at critical moments. choices, and those decisions affect countless lives.
And there's no way to escape it.
There is no one above me, and I am the final person in charge. I can only decide and bear responsibility.
Ron took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and made the final decision:
"Then take a gamble!"
He ordered Lao Ba to give all his money The Tyranid reconnaissance troops were sent to the areas marked by the think tank, and other troops also moved to those areas.
to be able to participate in the battle at any time.
Fortunately, his decision was right, and just two days later, the investigation unit found the hidden space.
The networks formed by corrupted machines overlapped the planet with the realm of chaos, creating several special space areas.
Nurgle's army stands guard within.
Afterwards, with the cooperation of the Tyranid reconnaissance unit, the wizards quickly locked the location of the corrupt core and discovered the long-searched plague factory!
This exciting news came back quickly.
Bang——
The flames burst out.
Ron stepped out of the dilapidated church and summoned his army of chaos and aliens to participate in the upcoming war.
Not only himself, the regent also led his troops to the space where the plague factory was located, attacking from various directions at the same time.
After the Nurgle army was exposed in the Plague Factory, they also gathered there crazily. Support and obstruction occurred at the same time, and continuous artillery fire spread all over the planet's surface.
From time to time, you can also see the burst of light from the sacred ashes bomb.
The war has reached its most anxious stage.
The flame demonic body was floating in the air, Ron looked down at his army:
"Go, my soldiers, destroy the plague factory and kill everyone who dares to stop it. Life!”
The ground shook violently, and the dark mutated python burst out of the ground and roared loudly. The radiation released by the black stone interfered with the operation of nearby spiritual energy.
It swallowed more Nurgle demons, and its size became a bit larger than before.
This is an important tool cultivated by the Dark Prince to destroy the Divine Plague.
If the plan goes well, we can even seize the gift from the Plague Lord and obtain the deadly plague weapon.
For Ron, the Plague of God is too dangerous.
It is safer to keep such a terrifying weapon in your own hands.
Of course, it was just an additional plan, an attempt.
If that fails, throw a few large holy ashes bombs into the cauldron of Nurgle to destroy the plague venom...
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Hidden space.
Ku'gas' Plague Factory.
On the rotting black hill stands a large, twisted and decaying hospital.
Anything alive has died and turned into black slime, and strange mutants have replaced the original species.
The gnats hummed songs on their shriveled human faces, and the Caple fish was covered in tentacles and ran around on the ground.
Tens of thousands of smoking flames burned in the humid air around the large hospital, and the hillside was densely covered with demons.
You can also faintly hear the cheerful songs coming from inside.
“Singing is prohibited!”
Kugas was very impatient and angrily scolded the Nurglings: “Hurry up and add the remaining ingredients, more dirty water, more Let’s get some blood clots, rot and germs!”
He thought sadly, the enemy has discovered this place, and if he doesn’t hurry up, his efforts will be in vain.
In the center of the hospital, Nurgle's cauldron occupies the most eye-catching position. It is four to five meters high, and the mouth of the pot is large enough to drop a transport vehicle.
That's just physical volume.
In fact, this pot has been stuffed with as much plague material as the volume of a planet.
Thousands of years of Ku'gas' treasures, as well as the latest harvest of a large number of Nurgle demons, were all put into the pot.
The First Beloved, nourished by the plague that overflowed from the pot, became larger and larger, like a hill.
Pus flows down like streams along the greasy flesh.
The Nurglings worked hard to blow up the wind, and the damp firewood burned out heat, causing the cauldron to emit more green bubbles. Corruption energy gathered into the pot along the network built by the Death Lord.
Thick green smoke drifted over.
Ah!
A Nurgling accidentally took a sip, immediately pinched its own neck, and kept retreating.
The little thing's head swelled up and its face turned dark green, then it fell straight back and fell to the ground.
It was poisoned.
"Cough cough cough!"
Kugas stirred the soup carefully, coughed violently under the green smoke, and spit out rotten blood: "Ah, what a poisonous plague ..."
He couldn't stand it anymore.
After three hours, the cooking of the divine plague will be over. Next, you only need to add the blood of the original body, and the plague that will make the galaxy scream and wail will come!
The divine plague corrodes the body and soul from the inside out, and nothing is immune.
That was not a short-term exile-like death, but a complete end.
The essence of anyone poisoned will be corroded and decomposed, becoming a feast for soul bacteria, feeding the next generation of divine plague and spirit pox, thus becoming more dangerous.
However, this plague is so terrifying, even before it is completed, it is extremely poisonous.
Even seriously hurting his own body.
Kugas took a few steps back to avoid the deadly poisonous mist.
In order to continue his work, he had to take some protective measures to protect himself: "Quick, I need that protective clothing!"
Soon, the buzzing giant flies took Here comes a huge, ugly costume.
It was a protective suit made of slimy human skin, inlaid and sewn together in a strange way, like a flat person.
With the help of the plague carrier, the First Beloved put on a human skin protective suit, with the hood swinging on his back.
He then put on his hood.
The soft human skin wrapped the devil's antlers and tied all the tendons.
At this moment, Kugas' fat body is wrapped in a human skin protective suit, his eyes are protected by lenses, his nose is covered by a long peck, and his mouth is filled with unpleasant herbs.
Those are necessary protections.
He cursed, moved the lens again, and said in a muffled voice: "This blurry glass blocks my sight, you annoying little things, please be quiet!
The divine plague is almost gone. If you keep making noise, it will affect the brewing! ”
Finally, the beloved’s order was obeyed.
From the mouth-breaking mites, the noisy Nurglings to the grumpy plague carriers, everything fell silent.
Kugas has no title He returned to the cauldron for a moment, but walked to a pile of rusty cabinets where his storage ingredient boxes were.
His hands reached into the sticky cotton wool and finally groped. He took out two small bottles.
It was the blood of two Primarchs.
“Look, this is the final material. It will be ready to pour in after three hours, thirty-three minutes and thirty-three seconds.”
Kugas carefully checked the contents of the bottle. of blood, then stuffed it into cotton wool, and patted it gently, as if he was afraid that the two bottles would run away.
After that, he crept back to the big pot and squatted down, curling up to fan the fire underneath.
I am afraid that if I move too much, it will affect the fermentation of the plague.
Now the assistants are hiding far away and cannot get close. Everything has to be done by himself, and he doesn't trust those rough guys to do the final cooking.
In front of the cauldron, green smoke filled the air.
The cautious figure wrapped in protective clothing in the smoke looked a little funny.
"Cough cough cough."
Kugas coughed again and let out a series of curses: "Stupid bastards, you didn't even tighten the slippery tendons for me!"
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As soon as he hurriedly fastened his protective clothing, he heard the roar of artillery fire in the distance.
Those damn Imperial troops are starting to attack!
(End of this chapter)