Chapter 379 Guilliman: The situation is critical, I must save my brother!
Under the influence of the storm, the subspace tsunami swept over more unknown life forms.
It’s like a giant ocean wave, lapping at the human fleet one after another.
The Regent's fleet struggled to move forward in this wave, but the storm was still too shocking.
Macragge's Glory, control hall.
"Emergency procedure, continue to increase the energy intensity and overload the engine by 30%!"
Communications officer Thades conveyed the instructions from his superiors with a serious face. He ordered the crew to operate immediately.
Get out of this damn storm as quickly as possible.
Time in subspace is long but short. Any delay may cause the ship to deviate from the course, with an error of more than dozens of light years.
It can even cause changes in time.
This is fatal to a war that may have been over for decades or more by the time they reach their destination.
Those areas waiting for rescue were reduced to ashes.
The communications officer stared nervously at the control panel of the subspace engine. The light from it cast a red color on everything around him.
Fortunately, this command was executed smoothly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
This flagship is the vehicle of the great regent and the guide of the fleet. It is like a sharp knife, leading the fleet to break through numerous winds and waves.
The Regent's fleet must reach Baal at the right time to save everything there.
"My brother is waiting for rescue in blood and fire. No matter what the cost, our fleet must arrive before Baal is destroyed!"
That is the regent's only order, It is so firm and does not tolerate any arguments or mistakes.
"Your Majesty, the stench of these damned heretics!"
Thaddeus's nose twitched, smelling the disgusting smell.
Even through the Geller force field and the ship's hull, he could smell the debilitating, sour and stomach-turning stench carried by the wind.
That was the smell of a storm. They were in the midst of a continuous storm and waves.
He once borrowed an ancient book from the master's library. It said that the ancient Terran human ships used huge sails to capture the wind as power when sailing on the sea.
They rely on natural wind power to sail everywhere.
But when encountering a terrible storm, the wind as a driving force will also become a murderer to kill them.
The entire ship was shattered and destroyed, sinking into the abyss-like seabed.
Sades has never seen the ocean. He has been trained in Holy Terra since he was a child. The resources of the Throne World have long since dried up. There are no oceans, no rivers, and even the groundwater has dried up.
All water sources are supplied by asteroid ice fragments transported by ships.
After the Regent returned to Holy Terra, he was fortunate enough to be chosen to board the Macragge's Glory, serving the great Primarch until now.
He spent most of his time on a ship and had never been to any planet with an ocean.
"Perhaps those ancient Terrans faced ocean storms just like us now, right?"
The communications officer thought this way.
He only hoped that the ships in the fleet could withstand this storm and avoid the fate of capsizing in the waves of subspace.
However, things backfired.
Every moment, ships are overturned by the waves and submerged in the abyss of chaos, leaving no room for survival.
They are lucky enough to be able to serve the Macragge's Glory, and under the protection of the original body, it is the safest area within the fleet.
But the erosion of chaos is always pervasive.
Thaddeus heard something and looked towards a certain area. It seemed that there were some beings beating on the ship in the storm. They were cheering and screaming unbridledly.
Even if he temporarily closed the helmet, these dizzy and disgusting sounds still came clearly.
That is not a physical spread, but some kind of spiritual erosion.
Fortunately, the priest in the control hall recited scriptures about the Emperor's Holy Word, which slightly suppressed the discomfort.
"The Emperor's blessing..."
Sades closed his eyes and silently recited the prayer from the Emperor's Words in his heart, which always calmed him down.
The great and holy emperor is protecting him.
“Hahahahaha!”
There was another shrill laughter that made one's teeth sore and chilled one's heart. It was so harsh.
Thaddeus suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the area where the laughter was.
Because the laughter came from the control hall, not far from me!
That was the laughter of a white-robed Anglican priest.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor, the loyal believers have heard the call of the great being..."
The state priest suddenly tore his robes, wailing and rejoicing: "The Lord of Happiness has mercy on us, and we can all live on forever!"
In an instant, The priest's skin turned pale and then more blistering pustules appeared.
His entire face became rotten and swollen, but became more peaceful: "Laughter, comfort, love, accept this..."
Zila~
A person Without any hesitation, the cold-blooded Primaris Space Marine wearing a cape suddenly raised his hand and pressed the priest's face, punching him to the ground.
Then burn it with scorching spiritual energy, turning it into ashes.
“Focus!”
The Primaris warrior reminded him coldly, and then stood back to where he was, silently guarding the safety of this controlled area.
The control hall returned to calm.
All ship personnel gathered their energy and continued their work. They knew that they could survive better only by focusing and not thinking randomly.
As soon as Desas calmed down, he was interrupted by screams again.
This time the scream came from the communication channel, which was a request for help sent by a destroyer of the 134th Battle Group.
But judging from the communication situation, the ship obviously had no hope of survival...
The communications officer judged the death of the ship with his rich experience, but he still The specific information was reported according to the process.
He is just a communications officer, a strong-willed and living information transmission center with no power to make any decisions.
"When the war is over, I want to see the real ocean."
This thought came to Desas's mind.
Although I have never seen that vast blue area or the amazing aquatic creatures living in it.
But he was convinced that he liked the ocean.
Suddenly, the communication officer's thoughts were interrupted.
An even more foul-smelling breath came, and the tremendous mental pressure made his heart seem to be clenched.
Hard to breathe.
Not only Desas, but other crew members also experienced varying degrees of symptoms.
Even the cloaked Primaris warrior, who had always been calm and calm, showed a hint of nervousness and looked up into the depths of the ship.
A terrifying being has boarded this ship!
Bang bang bang——
Corruption happened again, and there were more gunshots in the control hall.
…
Near the Sanctuary of the Prince Regent, in the hall of the Confessional Church.
This large area covering an area of about one kilometer has been flooded with decay, and fallen living corpses and the remains of Nurgle demons can be seen everywhere.
Even the ground is covered with some kind of corrupted fungus, and more oozing plants are growing.
A Nurgle demon has corrupted this area. To be more precise, he wants to attack a treasure house in the Regent's Sanctuary to plunder the rare treasures inside.
Including a stasis box that conceals the purpose of the Regent's Indomitus Crusade.
However, the Great Demon of Nurgle underestimated the terror of the Regent, and before his plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain was implemented, he was exposed and completely intercepted.
The Prince Regent did not go to support another important ship as the Nurgle Demon had imagined, but instead led his personal guards to appear here without anyone noticing.
After a brief battle.
Nurgle's demons were slaughtered, and even he himself could not save himself.
Boom, boom, boom——
The shrapnel storm from the regent's commanding hand swept across the Nurgle Demon, and the special alchemical shrapnel caused irreparable injuries to his eyes.
But this was a deliberate result of the devil, and the distance between the two parties became dangerous.
"You have made a mistake, enjoy the delicious taste of this plague!"
The Nurgle Demon seized an excellent opportunity, and the huge mouth on its fat belly suddenly opened, spitting out the churning pus, and poured it on The tall golden blue figure appeared.
That was the venom he carefully prepared, enough to poison a original body!
Along with the extreme stench, the air was filled with yellow smoke, and the figure of the Nurgling could be seen visibly moving through the liquid, screaming and rushing over under the push of the liquid.
However, this attack was neutralized by the chief think tank's psychic energy.
Weng~
The sudden appearance of the black hole swallowed up the deadly venom and transferred it to other dimensions, along with those unlucky Nurglings.
The trap carefully set by the regent left the Plaguebringer under Nurgle with nowhere to act and fell into a difficult situation.
Before Nurgle could regret the failure of this sneak attack, the regent's stormy attacks followed one after another.
Inflicted more damage on him.
"Prince Regent!"
The Great Demon of Nurgle roared, raising his swollen and twisted arms, and smashed down on the figure in front of him like a 10,000-ton hammer.
Boom!
“Such an attack is too weak.”
Without any dodge, Guilliman blocked the blow, then suddenly swung his fist and hit the Great Demon of Nurgle in the chin. .
The mountain of rotten flesh collapsed backwards.
"Heretical demon, you should pay the price for all this..."
The regent stepped on the head of the Nurgle Demon, exuding uncontrollable anger.
My brother Ron is waiting for support, but these Chaos Heretics are blocking his steps. How hateful this is!
He suddenly ignited the golden flame of the Emperor's Sword, and the surging Emperor's energy on it was enough to frighten any chaotic being.
"Primarch, spare me..." The Great Demon Nurgle was finally afraid, and the joy on his face disappeared. He realized that this weapon could completely end his life.
Rumors are always useless.
Only when you truly face the Regent and this cursed weapon can you feel the fear of death.
He is the messenger of plague and the 377th blessing favored by the great Holy Father.
That was a very good blessing sequence, and he didn't want to lose it all.
However, this heretical demon's actions cannot be forgiven.
Just when the Great Demon Nurgle was trying to say his next words, the Emperor's Sword fell in his fearful eyes and completely chopped off his head.
The Chaos Demon ended his life in excruciating pain, without any hope of resurrection.
After Guilliman executed the Great Demon Nurgle, there was no joy of victory, and his eyebrows were filled with deep worry.
The regent has become older, and the lines between his eyebrows are more clearly visible.
“I don’t know what happened to Barr now...”
He was worried about Barr and the fate of Brother Ron.
That brother took the responsibility of the Empire for himself, fighting the terrifying Leviathan Hive Fleet on Baal, and waging an apocalyptic war.
The situation is precarious, but the support he promised has not yet arrived.
Now, Chaos is deliberately trying to hinder the Indomitable Fleet, which proves that Baal's war situation has reached a more dangerous moment.
They tried to stop themselves, leaving Baal alone and destroyed.
Guilliman knew that that brother was not good at fighting and could not deal with those terrible insects. He might have been struggling to hold on and his life was threatened.
Every time he thought about this, he felt a little heartache.
That was his fault as an elder brother.
Over the past ten thousand years, he has lost many Primarch brothers, who were corrupted or killed in various forms.
He couldn't lose Ron again.
Fortunately, there is still room for recovery. The fleet is about to sail out of the subspace storm, and he will be able to reach Baal soon.
Guilliman turned to look at the attendant and asked:
"Felix, how long will it take for us to leave the subspace and reach Baal?"
Felix was quite respectful:
“We will sail out of the storm area in 9 Terra hours. If the positioning of the subspace engine does not shift and there are no new attacks, we will probably leave in 63 Terra hours. Terra jumped out of the subspace and arrived in the Baal system. "
The acolyte answered the original's questions rigorously, making as little guarantees as possible.
Because there are too many surprises.
In fact, the original body asked once not long ago, and the answer he gave was nine days.
However, more than two months have passed now.
Now, Felix has learned his lesson and no longer dares to give too precise answers.
Those accidents and attacks are always inevitable.
He even vaguely felt that the fleet led by the Primarch was a bit unlucky. The number of attacks and accidents suffered during the journey was more than ten times that of other fleets.
And always one step behind.
"Maybe it's because the existence of the original body has attracted more attention from Chaos..."
Felix thought so.
The Prince Regent is well-known, the most respected leader in the Empire, and the number one enemy of the Chaos Demons in the galaxy.
It will naturally attract more attacks.
He directly ignored a series of problems that caused yaw, such as engine fires and the navigation machinery soul oversleeping.
"Three days, if the above-mentioned accident does not happen, we can arrive at Bar in three days."
Felix made the final conclusion.
He emphasized the condition of "no accidents", so as not to delay the date again and cause the original body to have a bad impression of him.
After Guilliman received the answer, he nodded with satisfaction, the worry in his brows relieved a lot.
"Brother, I will be there soon..."
He looked up into the void and spoke softly.
According to the positioning of the route, that is the direction of Baal, where his brothers are fighting hard.
The Regent firmly believes that he can arrive in time to clear away all the enemies of mankind for Brother Ron and Baal!
Bang——
Not far away, several flames swept out, burning the chaotic corpses and rotting bacteria on the ground.
Another Space Marine force was disposing of the remains of the battlefield using heavy heat flamethrowers.
This is when it must be done, otherwise the remaining chaos pollution will lead to more corruption events.
After the high-temperature cleaning is completed, Inquisition personnel and state priests will come over for further processing to completely resolve all hidden dangers.
In addition to high-temperature cleaning, pharmacists also came to rescue and treat the injured warriors.
But their methods are relatively crude. Most of them directly cut off the rotten parts where germs or mushrooms are growing, and then fill them with some colorful solvents.
Fortunately, with the recovery ability of Space Marines, as long as the lesions are treated, new flesh and blood can quickly grow and complete recovery.
The Prince Regent took one look at the scene, and then led Felix in the direction of the sanctuary, his footsteps hurried.
Now that the battle is over, there is no need for him here.
Time is so precious, he has to quickly return to the office to continue the work he interrupted before.
That is something that must be dealt with, otherwise it will cause greater trouble and torture when the files pile up.
In fact, the height of the paper files on the Primarch's desk was growing at the rate of one meter for every two standard terra hours.
This is almost the same as the reproduction speed of Tyranid aliens, it will never end!
Guilliman frowned at the thought.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyebrows, and found that he had a few more deep wrinkles.
These damn documents were so torturous that he would rather fight the Chaos Demon than lie on the table dealing with those dizzying paper documents!
"When Baal's war is over, maybe it's time to learn from Brother Ron. He handles official business very quickly..."
Guilliman thought so.
During the last communication, his brother promised to help him get a software system specially designed to handle official business, and to ensure that the system was safe and would not be corroded.
Maybe I can end this difficult life.
Brother Ron always cares about him so enthusiastically and can help him. Even when he just woke up, he came all the way to Macragge to help him.
Thinking of this, the Regent couldn't help but smile, and his steps became much more brisk.
It’s really nice to have such a brother.
However, before Guilliman could take a few steps, he suddenly stopped, and even the muscles in his body became stiff.
He felt a familiar breath.
Guilliman showed a rare anger, and his whole aura suddenly spread out.
He turned and scurried towards the area where a wounded Space Marine was.
The pharmacist is helping the wounded lying on the ground, but the situation is getting worse and worse.
The wounded man continued to cough, as if something was blocking his throat, making an uncomfortable hoarse sound.
"How is it possible? All the medicines have failed!" The pharmacist was at a loss and injected new medicines into the other party, but it still had no effect.
The next moment, a tall figure covered him, that was the original body.
"Everyone, leave this area immediately..."
Guilliman gave the order calmly, without revealing any more information. The danger is coming, and everyone must leave here.
Lest the situation get worse.
Everyone followed the original body's instructions and evacuated from here as quickly as possible.
Only the wounded man stayed, because he was the source of danger.
Guilliman looked at the wounded with a hint of sadness.
The corrosive curse came so violently that he had no way to save the warrior.
At this moment, large beads of sweat fell from the wounded man's forehead, his skin became black and red, and the whites of his eyes turned dark yellow.
"Sir, what's wrong with me?"
The wounded man asked with difficulty, then retched, and vomited out black blood clots on all fours, and some kind of bacteria could be faintly seen in them. Silk.
But he was immediately speechless.
The wounded man groaned in pain and fell to the floor convulsively, his whole body twisted in spasms.
He realized what he was facing and that it was irreversible.
Although he is still moaning, he has died long ago, but his soul is temporarily left in the broken body.
The next moment.
This warrior could not even maintain his soul and fell completely into death.
However, the corruption was still proceeding unbridled, and a spectacular scene of rapid decay was played out in front of the Primarch.
The skin of the wounded corpses turned yellow and shrunk, with black and purple patches all over the body, and mold grew from the gaps in the power armor.
The body became a lush fertile ground for life, in which Nurgle's mighty power entangled itself.
Afterwards, something squirmed on the wounded man's chest, squeezing out the outline of a corner.
An ugly demon's head bursting out of the chest, smelling poisonous gas and entwined with mycelium.
He stared at the Regent and gave a ferocious but warm smile: "Robert, it's not easy to see you once..."
Guilliman gritted his teeth, his eyes refracted. Out of Storm Fury:
"Mortalion!"
(End of Chapter)