Chapter 443: Out-of-print classic: Loyal mobile Tai Lun brother Guishan!
The roar of artillery fire became more intense.
The entire plague factory was shaking, especially the cauldron of Nurgle in the center. The liquid began to jump around, spilling on the edge.
“No, my plague!”
Kugas hurriedly supported the cauldron and reinforced it with thick rotten wood to control its shaking.
He was very angry, but his voice was low: "The imperial army should not be here. They have affected my work, and the Divine Plague will be frightened.
This way it will not be perfect..."
In fact, Nurgle's first favorite has deeper worries.
What if the sons of the Corpse Emperor break into this place, or the cauldron is overturned by an explosion?
The war outside the Plague Factory has affected his work, and he can sense that the corrupt machines are collapsing one after another.
It's really bad...
"Kurgath, do your job."
At some point, the shadow of Death Lord Mortalion appeared nearby:
< br>"We are not close to defeat, but we are ushering in the final victory. The two primarchs are taking the initiative to die."
He immediately comforted this important Nurgle favorite, lest he The other party was affected by the depressed mood, causing problems with the Plague of God.
"I will personally resolve the war outside, and no one can break into this place."
A hint of killing intent flashed across Mortalion's face: "The Regent is not my opponent yet, and neither is the savior. They are stupid and ignorant, and have never seen true power.
Anyway, I will catch them, and I will need you next. The Plague of Gods has come to completely destroy them.
In this way, the Corruption Network can use the death of the Primarch to pull all of Ultramar into the realm of the Father and usher in the most important success in the great cause. "< br>
“Yes, my Lord Death, the plague of God will come at the right time.”
Kugas calmed down slightly and saluted in a muffled voice. The protective suit stretched the fat into strange shapes.
Afterwards, the shadow of the Death Lord disappeared, taking away the Nurgle demons such as Septicemia and Bad Throat in the Plague Factory.
Let them put a tighter defense around the hospital.
The area of this hidden space is larger than a hive city, and it is not easy for the empire’s army to penetrate the core of the plague factory.
"Son of the Corpse Emperor, my stupid brother, you all underestimated me."
Mortalion flapped his moth-like wings gently: "I never let myself indulge in this corruption, but I use it, control it, and use corruption as my slave.
Now, you guys Will see it all!"
He waved the scythe suddenly, as if cutting off some kind of switch, causing the entire corrupt network to operate at full capacity.
In an instant, the magic circle buried in the planet was activated, and corruption absorbed billions of human souls. The same thing happened to other planets with corrupted machines.
Tens of billions of lives are suffering, corrupting, sinking, and then turning into nourishment for the corrupted network.
All power is gathered into this realm constructed by the Death Lord, and his power is indescribably strengthened here.
The ferocious shadow of the Ascendant Demonic Primarch covered everything.
Zila~
The reality here is out of control, the sky has plunged into darkness, and the dark storm is expanding.
The dense fog was filled with terrifying cries and the stench rising from the invisible hell.
Those who inhaled the smoke coughed, their eyes were red, blood gushed from their mouths and noses, and many more fell down forever.
Not just people.
Rust appeared on the surface of the suspended tanks and turrets, and the internal parts fell off, making a squeaking sound, and could no longer be started.
The operation of blessed war machines such as Dreadnoughts and Imperial Knights has become obscure.
The weapon becomes even more corrupted.
The energy pack of the laser gun in the soldier's hand lost energy, and the propellant of the explosive bomb was rusting and could no longer be fired.
The Death Lord Mortalion used a terrifying network of corruption to weaken and destroy the combat effectiveness of the Imperial warriors who entered the realm.
The troops stopped urgently and adjusted their formation.
“Count our losses!”
The leader of the Ultramarines, Calgar, roared, ordering the commanders to report the losses of weapons and vehicles. They could not deal with the Chaos traitors and demons empty-handed. .
Soon, the damage report came out.
The Imperial soldiers lost half of their vehicles and weapons, but fortunately, the vehicles and weapons provided by the savior did not appear to be corroded.
Those weapons have been exposed to the golden light of the sacred tower for one hundred and eighty days and have been fully blessed.
This makes the Ultramarines more firmly support the weapons produced in the Savior Territory, which are the real high-end weapons.
"Just now, my fallen brother killed tens of billions of lives."
Guilliman walked over, his resolute face full of anger: "He created an abyss in an attempt to stop us, but that is impossible!"
Calgar did not flinch at all. , determined to make more sacrifices:
“My lord, We will fight to the end, even if we only use our fists and teeth, we will make hatred pay the price!"
"Let the soldiers who have lost their weapons leave with the sick and wounded, they can no longer participate in such a war... "Guilliman received certain news and made a decision.
He shook his head:
"My brother and savior has sent a message. New reinforcements are on the way. They will work with us to break through the enemy's defense lines."
The news that the savior's reinforcements are about to arrive has excited the entire army. .
They moved on.
However, it didn’t take long before the troops led by the Imperial Regent reached the end of the road.
Things got worse.
All the land ahead was cut into isolated islands with no roads connected to them. The islands were filled with a large number of poisonous swamps.
The swamp is overflowing, piles of dead trees are soaked with water, severely corrupted, strange fungi are growing, and there are giant deadly creatures active underneath.
What is even more troublesome is that this realm of loss of reality interferes with the flight of the machine.
Several vanguard companies rushed into the waist-deep poisonous swamp to survey the terrain for the large army, but they soon disappeared in the thick fog.
Lost response.
Only the sound of tearing steel and chewing could be heard.
Afterwards, Nurgle's army launched an attack from the other side of the island, and the overwhelming swarms of flies harassed the long-range troops of the Ultramarines.
Like the armies in other directions, the Imperial Regent's army was also blocked.
The Ultramarines fell one after another under the attack of plague bombs, their bodies and armor corrupted, but they were unable to launch a counterattack against the enemy.
Mid-air.
The human face formed by a swarm of corrupt flies has vicious and greedy eyes, but the voice is that of the Death Lord:
"My brother, look at your miserable appearance, your genetic offspring are dying, but there is nothing you can do..."< br>
“Mortarion, you will only hide like a rat in the gutter. Come out and fight me!"
"Your clumsy provocation can't affect me. Maybe I will consider playing with you after all your descendants are dead.
Of course, you can also run away from here with your children like a poor bastard.”
As he spoke, the unnatural swarm of flies captured an Ultramarine, tortured him to death in front of the Ultramarine, and threw him into the swamp.
That is a great shame.
The breathing of the Ultimate Primarch and the Imperial Regent became heavier.
For a moment, he wanted to lead the bodyguard champion into the swamp, find the fallen brother, and then give him the maximum punishment.
But the imperial regent remembered the savior's instructions and hidden plan, and tried to force himself to calm down.
That is an irrational choice.
You can't fall into the enemy's trap, let alone ruin your brother's plan.
The air becomes more deadly, more weapons are failing, more and more people are dying, and no equipment can guarantee safety.
The Ultramarines chanted the Emperor's Prayer one after another, as if only faith could protect them at this moment.
Guilliman endured it and asked the think tank around him: "Have you discovered any reinforcements from the Savior?"
The reconnaissance equipment has failed, and now he can only use his psychic powers to detect the situation on the battlefield to prevent himself from becoming blind.
What's even more troublesome is that his troops can't hold on for long, and the divine plague is gradually taking shape.
According to the agreed time, the reinforcements mentioned by the savior should have arrived.
The imperial regent fell into deep worry. Every second he delayed, the empire would slip a certain distance deeper into the abyss.
"Sir, perhaps the savior's reinforcements have also been blocked, and it's time for us to make a decision."
Calga advised them that they could no longer wait any longer.
"Wait a little longer, I believe in the savior."
The imperial regent did not make the decision easily, because his brother had never broken his promise. He said that if reinforcements could arrive, then It's bound to come.
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a response.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, our reinforcements have arrived."
Think Tank, with psychic lightning in his eyes, exclaimed, but his expression immediately changed: "No...that's the alien army!"
In the thick fog behind the Imperial Regent troops, countless noises appeared roared, and the spiritual energy in it became very mixed.
That is Tyranid interference in the warp.
Looking at the overwhelming swarm of insects, the Ultramarines felt a deep sense of powerlessness for a moment.
They were caught between Chaos and the aliens, and more Ultramarines opened fire.
But the Imperial Regent immediately called off the attack.
Because he found that these aliens had no desire to attack, the Tyranid leader also sent a friendly psychic greeting.
Even in the face of such a crisis, the Ultramarines still obeyed the orders of the original body and watched helplessly as the alien insect swarms rushed towards them like a tide.
Some warriors are even prepared to die. But in the tense mood of the Ultramarines, the swarm passed them and rushed towards the poisonous swamp.
From the fog came the wail of Nurgle's life.
What is even more astonishing is that those alien bugs took the initiative to block the flying plague bombs with their flesh and blood.
They built a wall of flesh and blood without fear of death to protect the Ultramarines.
"Emperor, is this a miracle..."
This scene shocked everyone. The think tank priests felt incredible and their own beliefs were impacted.
Aren't aliens evil?
But soon, these believers with deep faith automatically repaired their logic and restored their piety.
Undecided in times of trouble, Imperial Theology.
Such abnormal deeds can only be explained by the emperor’s blessing. Anyway, it was all done by his old man!
There is nothing wrong with that great and almighty being interfering with or controlling the insect swarm, right?
Hiss——
The Tyran leader Lao Ba obeyed the orders of the Dark Prince and the Lord of the Hive, and did not dare to invade any human allies.
And he and the bugs under his command are not interested in the human body.
Those clean flesh and blood are simply not as good as the carrion of Nurgle’s life. The plague carrion is the richest and most fragrant.
The Tyranid leader looked up to the sky and roared, giving the order to eat.
Approximately equivalent to: Brothers, let’s eat!
The Tyranids' brainworms interfered with the corrupt network in this area. The gargoyle wings set off a whirlwind to disperse the heavy fog. More bugs rushed to the island to bite the Nurgle demon.
Group buffet!
Not only that, there are swarms of Tyranids sinking into the depths of the Toxic Swamp.
While showing off the soup like crazy, they used their bodies to support one chitin pontoon bridge after another.
"My brother, what did he do?!"
Guilliman looked at all this in amazement.
Perhaps the scene before me is one of the most ridiculous in the galaxy.
Without too much hesitation, he pulled out the Emperor's Sword and lit it, a faint light emitting from his body.
That’s learning the special effects tricks from the Savior, but they’re not that amazing.
But it’s enough to boost morale.
"Fighters..."
The Imperial Regent swung his sword forward and roared: "All assemble, pass through the swamp!"
"Courage and glory!"
The Ultramarines roared, one after another stepping onto the pontoon made of alien bodies, and rushed towards a series of isolated islands ahead.
They fought bloody battles with the demons of Nurgle.
The roar of the Tyranids intermingled with the roar of the bombs.
“For the Emperor!”
In the hail of bullets, the Ultramarines held high the banner of glory, climbed onto the body of the huge hive tyrant, and formed a mountain formation to shoot.
As the Hive Tyrant charged, the soldiers strafed and fired artillery fire from above, making it unstoppable.
Loyal Tyran mobile brother Guishan!
While shouting for the Emperor, the War Apostle recorded such a sacred and heretical scene.
Unfortunately, these images can only exist in forbidden archives and cannot be published.
The apostle had no choice but to compromise and re-photograph some scenes of only the Ultramarines to record this epic and important war.
With the cooperation of the Ultramarines and the Tyranids, the combined army quickly broke through the defense line set by the Death Lord.
Approaching the Plague Factory.
"No, this is impossible..."
Mortalion looked down at the war sand table composed of poisonous mist, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The imperial regent has broken through the poisonous swamp defense line he set up, and humans and aliens jointly attacked him.
The scary thing is that more fronts are collapsing.
Many armies came from different directions. The Greenskins charged together with the Savior's army, and the Eldar and Necron forces were gradually advancing.
The Dread Warriors fight alongside the Battle Sisters.
The original mortal enemies have united in a tacit understanding and are breaking through the defense line of Nurgle's army. The great races of the galaxy are uniting to attack themselves!
The Death Lord had seen all the battle reports before and thought they were exaggerated, but the facts were not so outrageous.
The deeds may be just coincidence.
But after he saw the wonderful combination of Tyran brother Guishan and Khorne, Tzeentch Daemon and the Savior Daemon Inquisitor, he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Heresy, what a heresy!"
In the plague stronghold, Mortarion broke through the defenses and roared, like a defender loyal to the emperor.
Are all those members of the Inquisition dead, to allow such heresy to occur within the empire? !
He felt inexplicably wronged. When he was still loyal to the empire, he was judged and ignored for using psychic powers.
Nowadays, the psychic powers used by the empire are getting more and more outrageous.
All kinds of heretical behaviors and techniques have sprung up, especially the savior, who is simply more radical than his fallen primarch.
He has directly introduced subspace energy into the galaxy on a large scale, which is the heresy among heresies.
How unfair!
After venting his anger, Mortalion slowly regained his mood.
He realized the problem.
Perhaps the reason why those forces unite is because they are afraid of the divine plague and the great cause that Nurgle's loving father is about to create.
The power of Nurgle's loving father caused panic among the other Chaos Gods, and they had to join forces to interfere.
For this reason, the Death Lord felt deeply worried.
The situation may be more dangerous than he imagined, and even Father Nurgle himself may be attacked by other Chaos Gods.
But the arrow is on the string and must be fired.
The crisis is inevitable. The loving father and beloved children cannot give up the cake they are about to get, give up their huge power, and allow themselves to be attacked by other forces.
And the other Chaos Evil Gods have already launched an offensive, and it is impossible to give up halfway.
The only way now is to win this plague war completely so that the loving father has more power to resist the coming attack.
“Fortunately, I still have Divine Plague, and the countdown to victory in the war has begun.”
Mortalion looked at the clock, his expression became cold again, and he became confident in winning the war.
It’s only been an hour, and he can still resist.
The worst case scenario is to release the brewing plague in advance and let all the attacking troops die in this closed cage.
He already knows the horror of the plague in its final stage, and even the first favorite Kugas cannot resist its poisonous gas corrosion.
Although the original body cannot be killed, the armies of the Empire, Chaos and aliens cannot stop it.
The Divine Plague was so shocking before it even arrived. How terrifying would it be if the Divine Plague virus was actually completed when it was dripped with the blood of the original body?
Mortalion thought, feeling great anticipation.
He stared at the regent who was getting closer to the plague factory in the war sand table: "My stupid brother, our last battle will be next!"
After the words fell, the risk was The plague virus disappeared.
The Death Lord personally led the most elite Death Guard and demon army to attack the Imperial Regent.
He was determined to take the other person's life.
……
Somewhere on the edge of a battlefield.
The earth swelled and roared, and the dark mutated python opened its huge mouth like a shield machine with dense teeth, swallowing the demons on the battlefield.
Ron's flaming body stood on the head of the mutated python, controlling this huge beast.
But his attention was not on this battlefield, but on the central battlefield area, waiting for something.
Dozens of armies are attacking the Plague Factory.
But those armies were not disorganized, but were acting in coordination. Some of them were tasked with attracting firepower, luring Nurgle demons to attack at all costs.
All this is to create a small defense gap that no one will notice.
Opportunities are fleeting and you must wait patiently.
"The opportunity has come!"
Suddenly, Ron stopped the mutated python and activated a dark technological creation.
The armor-like creation covers the body, like layers of protective clothing, with fine black stones on the outside.
Blackstone, a substance that can interfere with subspace and psychic energy, made him a little uncomfortable.
But that is life-saving protection and must be done.
Now, the long-awaited defense gap has appeared, and he must go through it as quickly as possible.
The black stone technology machinery buried in the outer skin of the pitch-black mutant digging python flashes, temporarily excluding the subspace and reducing the impact of the corrupt network.
Boom——
After that, Ron drove the python into the deepest part of the ground and rushed forward quickly.
Target... Plague Factory!
(End of this chapter)