Chapter 438 The stalemate battle line is broken by flames -
"This world that is the most ruthless to life will be honored to receive the beautiful life given by a kind father. It will live and prosper."
——Audio recordings from the Unnamed Servo Skull, collected after the defense of Medusa, believed to be possibly from the pre-battle speeches of Typhons the Traveler, First Captain of the Death Guard.
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“The enemies on the ground are building their temporary fortress positions, and the subspace energy shield below is expected to be generated in less than a minute.”
Thanks to the repairs it received on its return journey by three rare restorers with impeccable repair skills - especially one who also liked to go to the inaccessible lower deck to tinker here and there, Lacuan Conquest The pilots of the Hall were surprised to find that the flying fortress they had lived in for many years actually displayed more optional functions, more powerful computing capabilities and sensor accuracy on the panel than before it set off.
"This is what it was like when it was designed. A real war engine that has many auxiliary uses for warriors." Regarding these changes, the technical officer tremblingly asked for instructions from the original body. With such an answer, people were surprised to find that the machine spirit automatically used powerful calculations to plan for them the real-time battlefield terrain and changes in the military situation of both sides that were originally quite vague and required a lot of manual interpretation.
"Report on the landing of the drop pod."
The data returned later appeared to be slightly better than they expected.
Most of the airdrops have successfully arrived at their intended locations - perhaps it is because Nurgle's army is very confident in its ability and efficiency to spread the plague, but not so confident in its own backside. Shangxin - because everything becomes peaceful and silent.
"Markan, order your technical sergeants to help monitor the communication frequency of the Medusa defenders and be ready to take over their command system at any time."
This order is so simple and incredible.
Had it been issued by anyone of this era, it would have been an insulting, unreasonable and outright declaration of war against the entire Iron Hands and their sub-bands.
But it comes from the silver giant sitting on the mechanical throne, so it is an order that only needs to be distributed and executed. The Father of Steel and the technical sergeants began to execute it in an orderly manner while silently chanting the holy name. .
The communication data from the Lacuan Conquest Hall is like a sharp sword falling from the sky, forcibly peeling off the security protocol data protection layer of the Antarctic Fortress and the Gorgon Forge. Their machine spirits are sharp on one side. While shouting, he had to open his agreement channel to the intruder who was far behind the Steel Moon.
"Do you want to disclose your identity and security code immediately? This will help us advance faster and greatly save the time of cracking, my lord."
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It has been ten thousand years, The identity code you left in your home world is actually still available for use. I don't think anyone dares to say that the Iron Ten lack emotions.
A certain phoenix in the sarcophagus commented like this.
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Maybe they just...really need a leader who can change their lives and the world.
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These words are too emotional for you to say, Mr. Jiujiu, I am very pleased.
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Thank you, my friend, I believe your sharp tongue played a big role in my learning how to treat others.
At the same time, the Iron Hand officers on the bridge shook their heads when they saw their genetic father.
“It’s not the time yet, we need a better time. Continue to brute force.”
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Kadan Stunu Si is undoubtedly an experienced and outstanding leader. He immediately noticed this unusual invasion signal, and when he ordered to stop the rebellion of the Rakuan clan, he immediately requested assistance from the allies of the Voice of Mars.
"I'm sorry to let you see the humiliating scene within our war group, but at this time of life and death, I will not choose to put my face above other matters."
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Of course, the believers of the God of All Machines, who had been waiting for the Iron Council's judgment on the Lacuan and Hammonk clans, readily agreed to this, but...
The three voices of Mars present The chief among them, Commander of the Command Army, General of the Foundry of Sennos World (Note 1), Nico Palpus solemnly declared that the Mechanic Cult was about to enter the battlefield.
Even the Chief Voice of Mars must admit that in fact, their forge world of Sennos on the outskirts of the galaxy was also invaded by a supernatural plague, and those cannons filled with filth from the Terminus Packets of warp plague juice ejected from the depths seem to defy the laws of physics and cross the cold, void vacuum to reach the planet's surface and cause initial infection.
But what he didn't tell Kadan Stunus was that the report he had just received contained information about the first sighting of some kind of weird Nurgling and a mysterious strange virus that seemed to be spreading. With guns and vehicles aging and rusting, databases crashing, and servers malfunctioning as if they had been running for decades rather than being maintained every day, this unfamiliar enemy gave the Guardians, who had always had the advantage against Nurgle's creations, The teaching troops became very passive.
Of course, Sennos is actually a forging world that exists as an experimental base for the Mechanicum on more levels, so Forging General Palpus is also... not so worried.
"The Forge of the Imperial Titan is being warmed up. The new crew of the Holy Spirit is in place." The Voice of Mars announced in his hymn-like mechanical and cold binary language, "The Supreme Creation of the Ohm Messiah will lead Its Praetorians and Skitarii defend the core forges of Sennos, and I promise you, Kadan Stunus, that we will come forth as soon as we have dealt with the mange of those on Sennos. Come to support Medusa."
"Thank you for your words, General Forge. The divine blessing of Om Messiah will provide our warriors with more courage and fortitude. Can you please serve as our warriors now. Consecrating the vehicles, while the Hammonk clan cannot be fully trusted, we must ensure the purity and trustworthiness of other Dreadnoughts and vehicles.”
The Hall of Conquest of Rakuan to the Home Planet. The speed of data intrusion is unprecedentedly fast. Except for the Chief Foundry General and the three Iron Fathers accused of rebellion, the other thirty-eight Iron Fathers of the Iron Council are all here. On their huge mechanical seats, data cables link The modified brains of all members are calculating the battlefield situation and command while fighting against the invasion from internal members.
The scene was strangely silent, with only the heads of the huge black figures wearing armor sitting in the shadows, dotted eyepieces or bionic eyes shining with scarlet light.
In fact, they were conducting countless meetings, calculations and strategic planning at the same time in their thinking. Tens of thousands of proposals and plans were put forward within a few seconds, and each proposal was not an idea, but a detailed plan. , the calculation is completed, the process and results are attached, and may be related to each other.
Now, the scarlet light spots were shining at a higher frequency - everyone began to feel that something was wrong, and this came from two aspects.
The overly kind and ruthless cracking methods of Lakuan's hacker data flow and the strange plague infection of the First Company of the Death Guard and its coalition forces.
————————Although the Plague Marines were fighting away from home, they actually did not lose at all in the face of Iron Hand’s powerful firepower and offensive.
Unlike him who always likes to transform every world into the image of Barbarus, and at the same time is content to live on his own plague planet, dedicating himself to torturing his adoptive father and becoming him The primarch of such a person.
His Primarch was always too stubborn and emotional. His thoughts always stayed in the past, always hoping that the pain he had suffered could be healed, but he did not fully understand that the Father God spread the pain equally to everyone. the greatness of a soul and joyfully spreading the glory of rebirth to every living thing in the universe.
Mortarion could stubbornly and repeatedly reject his Chaos gifts with the stubbornness of a willful child, which was both annoying and enviable, but Typhons was different.
He was the one who brought the Death Guard to serve the Holy God of Rebirth, and who made Mortarion put aside his ridiculous stubbornness and accept his destiny.
So unlike his sentimental genetic father and brother, Typhons clearly understands the purpose of his coming here. Three is a suitable number, indicating three sacred tasks: holding back the Iron Hand. Action, sow the seeds of fatherly love in the barren land of Medusa. If there is an unexpected harvest of ancient technology, that would be even better.
The assault troops belonging to the Terminus marched forward against the barrage of firepower from the Hands of Steel, and at the same time began to spread the despair and mercy of Grandfather God to the new converts on the dark planet under the purple sun. tragic hymn.
The barrage of the Medusa armored cluster was so dense that if it were any other opponent, it would have been turned into mud mixed with shrapnel and flesh and blood on the ground. But the tenacity of the Death Guard and the protection of the plague mist in the sky allowed them to finally come into close combat with the Empire's lackeys at their own slow speed.
The front line of the battle line is composed of Death Guards with ten thousand years of experience. Many of them have received so many blessings from Nurgle, and they also have ten thousand years of experience and skills in training and fighting. .
The bolts and rays passed through the fog and flies that weakened them, and still accurately penetrated the weak shell of the decayed power armor, hitting the juicy and cancerous bodies of the Death Guard soldiers that carried many diseases. flesh and blood organs. But none of them can truly harm Mortarion's children, who are now riddled with plague.
The first company commander commanding from the center made a smiling expression under his horn with an appreciative viciousness. His lips seemed to be stuck to the inside of the helmet and tore, leaking out more It was so liquid that the Destroyer Bees that were crawling around in his body came to feast on it.
As he calmed these lovely Destroyer Swarms, he watched as his men's battle lines of decayed ceramite and neoplastic tissue took on damage that would have brought down any Loyalist Space Marine. . He saw the death guard plague lords whose intestines were hanging out from his burst plastron, and huge holes were burned out. Then he raised the death scythe in his hand high and waved it casually - the blessed miasma began. Invading the helmet-mask breathing grilles, joints of arms or legs on their opponent's power armor.
The Iron Hands Astartes who were struck were still aiming at the enemy and pulling the trigger with mechanical efficiency. Coupled with the firepower of the tank artillery, heavy armed servitors and self-propelled artillery behind them, Typhons was a bit weak. Xiao Xiao saw with annoyance that the Death Guards began to take more intense and obvious damage.
The storm bombs and cannon shells hit the tall Chaos Terminator directly. The shells embedded in the swollen giant's body like bullets hitting the dirt slope behind the target, but there were too many of them. So much so that it is embedded with the bodies of blessed warriors.
A Plague Marine with a gaping mouth on his belly fell down. The sharp teeth and tongue on his belly were still sighing in disappointment, and then his body was violently hit by precise firepower at the same point. It was roasted into a pile of dry and cracked pieces that were smoking.
A suspicious high-energy beam shot from a distance, burning the pink and pale squirming tentacles of another Death Guard soldier completely, but he was still moving forward steadily and using his life The rusty bolter fired until the beam burned his helmet and brain to powder before he was sure he was dead and fell forward to the ground.
What a waste!
Typhons sighed under his horned helmet. The despair brought by plague and disease is the most gorgeous and delicious. As a psyker, he has always enjoyed the despair of souls swallowed by the blessing of a loving father, Nurgle. Gifts are so redemptive that Typhonus is always troubled by those who cannot understand them and consider them an abomination.
But he knew that the blessing of the merciful God of Life would eventually help them achieve victory.
Another second passed.
The fingers of the loyalists who pulled the trigger began to become weak, and the prosthetic fingers that they used to pull out the gear ax also began to rust, become brittle, and turn into reddish-brown rust, and then fell off one by one. Fall - the corrosion of metal makes the moment as fast as thousands of years through the increase of entropy. The wave of decay beats invisible, but can be witnessed with horror.
A corrosive line seemed to appear where the battle lines met. Any metal and flesh that came into contact with the first company's Terminator Plague Lords or within the range of their scythes began to roll up as if they lacked water. The dead leaves tend to rot quickly and become curled and sickly.
Blood quickly and counterintuitively gushed out from the seams of the power armor helmets of the loyal defenders, and then began to turn black. Many recruits subconsciously clutched their necks to breathe while dying, and the rancid blood quickly flooded through them. Everywhere in their circulatory system, dissolving smooth muscle and tissue walls prevented any further efforts by implants to save their lives.
The good sealing of the armored vehicle temporarily saved the driver inside, but as the Death Guard stayed with the yellow-green mist they carried, the hard rock gravel began to become soft, muddy, and swamp-like. The ground began to slowly swallow up a large number of steel behemoths.
The calculation result of the Iron Council is that the Death Guard and its coalition forces will retreat due to the final battle loss ratio.
Therefore, more vehicles, more recruits and servitors are still being sent to the front line——
The Lakuan clan’s data intrusion suddenly becomes more violent , the command link was forcibly taken over, and amidst the electronic roar of Kadan Stunus, the frontline army of the Iron Hands was reorganized by a powerful will from the sky, becoming something surrounded and ready at any time. The corresponding formation——
From above the clouds, there was a huge whistling sound of bolide.
Just like the day Ferrus Manus arrived in the legend ten thousand years ago.
The holy mountain of Karax, which had been silent for ten thousand years, once again witnessed the impact of extraterrestrial visitors riding on flames.
(End of this chapter)