Chapter 435 The clean Nurgle warriors are here! -
In the square in front of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant, while praying to the Holy Pius torch, there was a long queue of pilgrims waiting to receive hot water. The pilgrims were also in good order today.
This square, which is now as bright as day, has been funded by a certain rogue trader and has a lot of lighting added. Recently, many new isolation fences made of ceramic steel and reinforced concrete blocks have been added.
They are very heavy for mortals, difficult to collapse, and just enough for the Astartes - no, no, for the tall, strong, solid and reliable security officers of the Carosini Dynasty. It can be lifted by people for easy moving and packing.
So now people are accustomed to being divided into continuous paperclip-shaped queues with very regular angles and lengths by fences that are about the height of an adult's waist.
If a new pilgrim group comes here and stands at the entrance of the square without knowing the rules or hesitating, there will be enthusiastic local residents stationed at them shouting at them and telling them to go to the end of the line and start queuing up to enter - a mobile population. The increase, as well as the fact that a new and important Rogue Trader has officially stationed heavy troops here, beyond everyone's expectation, has greatly improved the security and happiness level of the local residents. What is amazing is that even the local population The moral level seems to have improved visibly.
This is completely different from the previous impressions of military camps or garrisons by ordinary people in the empire. Generally speaking, all naval officers know that they should not let their soldiers leave the ship for too long or too far away, otherwise they are likely to be attacked. The last time I saw them was in the flogging paddock, or when they took the guilty prisoners alive to every warship and had them watch the execution, or they were drunk or something unexpected happened.
In short, even in the empire, most of the time, when a place has a military camp, it is basically the same as noisy, dirty, rapid deterioration of public security, population loss, etc. No. Of course the Krieg Corps is not included.
For this counter-intuitive situation, some smart people certainly think that it is because these soldiers themselves carry the glory of the God Emperor and what they are expected to become, and this is what they are forbidden to do, while more ordinary people are more concerned. I am willing to call it a miracle of a holy place. "As long as you get to the square and let the colorful light shine! Hey! The emperor is here! People will instantly wake up! Just want to do good things! Don't think about those bad things. La! ”
In short, this place is getting better day by day.
This is really good, unexpectedly good in this universe.
“To me, this looks like the entrance to some…well…large fair that would be considered an absolute heretical gathering in some of the big cities in Ancient Terra "
Mr. Lamizane commented as he drank the hand-made lemon sparkling water and looked at the long and winding queue outside the window.
The new drink in his hand was developed in the restaurant menu at the request of His Highness Carosini after the average temperature in Wandering Port increased by 5 degrees Celsius due to the increase in population. Once launched, it became popular Well received.
Nowadays, there are even different flavors such as hand-beaten mixed berry, hand-beaten tangerine, hand-beaten apple peach, etc., as well as pistachio and vanilla ice cream balls, the last of which is The order volume among the nobles has surged, and it has become the latest signature masterpiece of their restaurant - the sergeants on duty in the kitchen now have to send more people to beat fruits, because Mr. Carosini does not allow the same person to work overtime. The hammering time is too long.
As for your question about why the fruit peach pulp sparkling water in the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant is so unreasonable, it can perfectly withstand various temperature changes in the middle - Master Decima, the almighty war sage of the Genshuan Order, and Iron... The executive chef of Destiny Steel might have something to say about that.
After listening to this man's nostalgic speech, Bian Mu glanced at him - using his current humanoid camouflage shell, while throwing away the stack of data pads he had just finished processing.
[What, is it that the lemonade specially made for you by 'Whiterace' cannot stop your mouth, or is it that the workload I have assigned to you recently seems too little for you? 】
"Why do you say that! I am trying to balance work and rest. I have just finished the statistics on the asteroid belt around the Wandering Port. I have to stand up and walk around to calm down... In addition, I still need to get rid of the horse." Gerner’s mecha is so useful! No one is as good at it. I just love drinking lemonade from it. It’s great to have a drink during work breaks.”
[Can you please stop? I'm so jealous of that (Olympian expletive) mecha. What it can do, my iron ring can also be done after modification. Or, you call back Aharin. He is becoming less and less Iron Warrior now, and he is not decent. ! 】
"Oh! Pepe! I thought you didn't read it. So you also read his travel report and souvenirs? It is said that he is heading towards Sintila, the capital of the sector. I have to say that in fact, his travel companions looked at him The description is quite interesting and good... The hoops, it's really nice to get familiar with them, but for some reason, 'Whiterace' always feels very... uh... different to me? , you know what I mean, it’s like feeling like he is your right-hand man, so different.”
Perturabo’s own face showed a hint of irritation visible to the naked eye. , but he held it back after letting out a rumble that was not like a human voice, and decided to change the subject tactfully.
[...Sintira, you should still consider recalling Aharin in time. 】
"What? I remember it was nothing serious when Cinti pulled him in at this time... Of course, I am actually not familiar with the geography here. If there is something big, we should let him come back in advance."< br>
[At this moment... Basically, the flow of space-time particles in the unmanned monitoring points we launch outwards has begun to move closer to M42, so there are actually quite, quite, quite a lot of big things happening recently, And on a galactic scale, you can basically think of them happening at the same time. 】
"Oh! I have some idea about this. During the Thirteenth Dark Crusade and the Great Rift, many major events were indeed happening at the same time. After all, just one dark side of the empire is quite impressive."
[Indeed, for example, Many people may know that the fall of Cadia and the siege of Fenris happened at the same time, and the destruction of Baal also started at the same moment. 】
“Huh? Huh? Wait, these three things are not only big!”
[Of course. Also, the light revolves around the Great Rift, that is, the spread of the Scarlet Road, the formation of the dark side, the large-scale awakening of aliens, the awakening of another person, and a series of subsequent events...]
"Wait, Wait, why are you so familiar with all these events, some of which haven’t happened yet?”
Perturabo's anthropomorphic face was calm and he continued the conversation, [You have actually read them before, but you didn't take them to heart, so I read a part of you along the memory classification during data exchange. Related subconscious visual memory data. 】
"Can it still be so convenient? Then why not earlier... You haven't read my other visual memory materials, right? No? No, right?"
His Perturabo Hearing this, he gave him another big eye roll. On a black and white dog's face, it might be very cute, but on a human face..., Lamizane decided to ignore it, and wanted to persuade Perturabo to use " True body" is better.
[Of course these have to be arranged later. At any time around this point in time, at least two to three major events or battles are happening at the same time. In the distant dark future...】
“Only war.”
Perturabo nodded.
[Only war, for example, at this time, I think there should be a fierce fight on Medusa. ] "Medusa? I rarely hear about the deeds of the Iron Hands at this time."
[In fact, the reason why they did not appear at the beginning was because of this thing. 】
“What happened?”
[The Homeworld of Medusa of the Iron Hands was raided by the combined forces of the Insurgency Warband, the Clearance Warband and the First Company of the Death Guard, and they had to return as a whole group to defend against this incident. 】
"The Insurgents and the Scavenger Warband? It's so strange. They can also fight together with the Death Guard? It's rare. Unless there are special events, the green fat man's family rarely cooperates with others." "
Perturabo sneered, [These two warbands are actually believers of the Plague Lord. The Splitters... were probably brought to Medusa on purpose, and the name of the Purge is yours." Maybe not familiar enough, but you must be very familiar with another one. 】
“What is it?”
[Pure World Plague Army. 】
"... (Gu Terra's expletive)!"
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The surprise attack that Medusa suffered from the Chaos believers was indeed true. It was beyond the expectations of the Iron Hands, but they were not without advantages.
First of all, because a meeting needs to be held to discuss the previous accusations, except for the Lacuan clan, which is not here currently, and Hamonk and Karagu cannot be completely believed, all the remaining seven clans and other small clans They all gathered in the Antarctic Fortress, and they didn't even need to spend much time gathering troops to directly start deploying combat defenses.
Secondly, Kadan Stunus's cold decision triggered in advance the enemy fleet that was originally approaching in large numbers and could suddenly complete the sneak attack mission, forcing the opponent to take risks without any stability in the back. Begins an airdrop into Medusa's atmosphere.
But there are always two sides to everything, and this time luck was not all on the side of Gorgon's heirs.
At this critical moment, they were unable to fully mobilize the military power of the three accused clans, especially Lacuan, a clan company with extremely strong combat capabilities. Even their flying fortress was not here, which was very important to them. The strategy to be implemented is not very favorable. According to the intelligence returned, the invaders have the strength of two plague warbands and a large plague company, as well as very, very, very many plague vehicles and inanimate auxiliary troops.
Obviously, the invaders had no intention of returning without success.
At first, when the Iron Hands defenders first came into contact with each other, things seemed to be within the scope of being resolved.
A powerful armored cluster painted black and steel served as the spearhead, with the Medusa Auxiliary Army as a coordinating force, and the recruits of the three absent clans were mixed with the recruits and officers of the Dofolk clan. The Vulgan and Gsaka clans are responsible for providing precise and sufficient fire support, and more armored units driven by specially modified servitors of the Iron Hands are being put into the battlefield.
The destructive shells and high-temperature weapon flames burned ruthlessly and accurately. As the blasphemous invaders landed, the ground strangely transformed from rocks and black sand into muddy and wet swamps, drying them again and turning them into soil. Plow away the gurgling mud, then rain down on them again with ample salvo fire.
The believers of the Plague God huddled at their landing site, as if they were hit by the barrage like water for a while, unable to raise their heads to fight back.
However, the Iron Hands' group of Calculation Magi and the Simulacrum Holy Chamber and other prophetic institutions are attacking every decision-maker of the Iron Hands at this moment when it seems that they are about to pick up the fruits of victory easily. An extremely strong and almost screaming data warning was issued.
The ground and positions that were instigated by the Corruption Plague are still quiet. Except for psychic defense and void shields, there are no signs of large-scale artillery fire or bombing. The observation point of the advancing spearhead can even be seen. Some of them are tall and tall -
Some Chaos Astartes are wearing white armor like dead flesh. Apart from the oil flowing from the joints, they don't look like they are blessed by the plague. signs, while other Chaos Space Marines facing them with strange weapons were more "normal" and clean. They could even see the... polish on the surface of those dark green shoulder armors?
Suddenly, the sensors on the front line showed that something, some kind of substance, was "flowing" toward the defenders' queue at an unhurried but steady pace.
Under the eternal dark sky of Medusa, it is not clear what it is just by optical and infrared observation, but the ion lightning exploded in the clouds then illuminated these green and turbid objects for everyone. Acid droplets smoke.
They had unknowingly approached the first row of auxiliary soldiers.
As a local defense force with a forge, the equipment of the Medusa Auxiliary Army is not bad, and the level of mechanical modification of their bodies is also surprisingly high. In theory, their fighting and endurance are far beyond ordinary The defense army can almost reach the combat and defense level of some basic skitarii.
However, the contagion and corrosiveness of these strangely blessed gases still prove themselves to be beyond the scope of the most vicious imagination of all normal humans.
In just ten or twenty seconds, the highly toxic acid corroded metal, rubber and other pipelines layer by layer, penetrating into any gaps. It especially liked to dissolve skin and flesh and blood organs, and then just passed by. In a matter of ten seconds, those unfortunate first contacts were reduced to a puddle of indistinguishable ooze wrapped around their rotten bones and mechanical prosthetics.
The chemical acid mist released by the Plague Army came into contact with mortal soldiers and armored vehicles, and immediately corroded any weak protective link, and then invaded the circulatory systems, trachea, lips and lungs of mortals and servitors. It was immediately dissolved, and the bloody acid flowing from the corroded place continued to flow everywhere inside the body like a plague, causing violent destruction and dissolution. The dissolved tissue mixed with blood flowed from the human body - regardless of whether he still had a self. Consciousness - gushes out from between the mouth and nose, the skin disappears in pieces, the bright red muscles drip down like candle tears, and the pale fresh bones stand out from the bright red color.
At the edge where the poison gas cloud is not so dense, the defense of the armored vehicles can still support them until they start to retreat, but in places where the acid mist is more dense or where the armor is not so thick, all living creatures are In the green nightmarish clouds, it disappeared quietly, leaving only a squirming mess of flesh, bones and metal on the black lava gravel ground of Medusa.
The roar of the demonic engine, like the gasping of a man suffering from consumptive disease, penetrated the poisonous mist, and the festering and decaying armored vehicles of the Death Guards who had been waiting in the back row for a long time began to roll over the changes. It has to be a quiet no-man’s land.
On the contact front that is now free of living creatures, the Death Guard's first wave of attacks on the Iron Hands' home planet has officially begun.
(End of this chapter)