Chapter 441 The Resurrection of the Dead, Ferrus Manus-
To be honest, even though he is the favored one by the God of Corruption and Rebirth, Typhons, who was originally just an Astartes, can There is indeed a reason to be proud of using this move.
If it were any other imperial conscription or ordinary planet, I am afraid that the scene would be on the verge of getting out of control or completely out of control at this moment, making another world a new embellishment of the father's garden.
As long as there are enough living creatures in any world, the First Captain of the Death Guard can even use his psychic talent alone with the gift of plague to eventually infect an entire planet.
However, there have never been many Medusa dead who can rest peacefully in their homeland - even if relatives and friends are willing to bury them, if there are no memorials like those in the fortresses or the Filgaze Mountains Protected by complex technology like statues and large stasis stands, the planet's continuous, active and high-speed geological plate movements, various volcanoes, geysers and other indescribable creatures that are constantly erupting will soon make The remains disappear and begin to participate in the next geological or biological cycle.
Normally, no body would be left there for too long in the wild Medusa, where the weak preyed on the strong.
But the war that just broke out here will leave many fresh corpses that have not had time to be collected, so it does not make the call of the captain of the first company of the Death Guard appear to be so few and degrading.
In Typhons's psychic vision, he watched with fascination the recurrence of all cycles, between death and rebirth, the wailing souls had a faint aura and were dedicated to the supreme god and his messengers. After sharing the food, the dead people's stiff bodies bulged, their nails turned into sharp claws, and their broken bodies were hung with semi-liquid internal organs. A blocked gurgling sound came from their throats, slowly using a method that was impossible for human muscles to do. Angle raised his body from the place where they fell, responded to the call of the God's Chosen Champion and the Wizard, and slowly swayed his body, trying to let all the living on the path of advancement join the gift he received.
Although to outsiders, the appearance of the plague zombies is very scary, but if that is the case, then the Iron Hands are not afraid of them: the halls of conquest of other clans are coming at high speed to fight On the way to the land, they may have begun to prepare to enter the attack position to attack the newly dispersed Separatists and the Plague Army, and their opponents do not yet know how intense the firepower pouring they will use their own heads to test.
The anti-gravity engines of these steel fortresses and arsenals support them over mountains and ridges. They are equipped with void shields, quadruple storm bombs, close-in defense cannons, turbolaser cannons, volcano cannons and heavy seismic cannons, as well as The missile launchers are all on standby (only the Rakuan clan's Hall of Conquest can take off, but other clans undoubtedly allocate the energy of flight capabilities to stronger ground speed, firepower and defense) - these land wars The behemoth was also one of the sources of confidence for the Fathers of Steel to securely sit on the Diaoyutai.
However, the Dark Holy Relic that the Iron Council had just temporarily decided to put into the battlefield to eliminate the enemy once and for all prevented these behemoths from immediately entering their original attack positions. Therefore, Typhons lost what was probably his biggest trophy without knowing it. one.
The laughing little devils chased and fought, and the steel machinery they stepped on became rusty as if it had gone through thousands of years, and began to grow supernatural infected organisms like a piece of rotten and smelly carrion. Clusters of writhing maggots fell out of the tank's muzzle, and their lobotomized pilots would wail driven by their remaining instincts.
The eyes of these wet parts of biochemical machinery burst outwards, the skin shrank, revealing shriveled gums, the flesh melted with steel - and then opened from the inside - and then new subspace maggots and malfunctioning spirits emerged And out of it was born the plague against mechanical creations that Typhons gained the favor to spread with his own psychic sorcery, and was undoubtedly the most vicious attack on any opponent's weapons and vehicles. A gift that truly allows the blessings of a loving Father to fall equally on everyone.
In addition, in theory, powerful metals such as adamantium will not rust or age significantly, but the physical laws of the real world do not apply in the face of subspace viruses and plagues.
Let the machinery lose its harmonious and rigorous order and become chaotic and malfunctioning, and let the firm steel ooze pus and grow maggots like weak flesh. Maybe Typhons himself never thought that such a horrific scene would be far better than those The resurrected dead can really hit the hearts of the sons of Gorgon who have witnessed this scene, which are already steeled both internally and externally.
+This major new threat should be factored heavily into our plans. +
+Casting "Saint Man Parker's Source of Infinite Darkness" on him and this landing site would be one of the quickest yet most correct unanimous decisions we've ever made. +
+Without a doubt. Traitors and murderers deserve only to be annihilated forever on any level along with these things. +
+It gives him an advantage. +
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Although the scene in front of him was like hell reappearing, the young Phoenix was not afraid and he was still fighting.
The platinum flame on the phoenix sword blade was not extinguished by the Nurgle soup dripping continuously from the blade of the human reaper (Note 1). The powerful iron halo on his power armor automatically opened to protect him. From the loudspeaker grid he shouted ancient poems to inspire his descendants.
The aura flow that Typhons peered out from the inside of his armor made him extremely angry: although the dead of flesh and steel did cause harm to this assault team and their companions who followed them. Great troubles, causing casualties began to appear, but under the Phoenix's singing, the meager aura of the traitors who betrayed again linked the Phoenix and them to each other, and even temporarily resisted the beauty of the sacred and generous God of Rebirth on the surface of the body. Gift.
Something in this aura suddenly stung Typhons. It pierced his armor and reached his skin beneath it, which had been eaten away by swarms of destroyer flies. The wizard and Typhon of Barbarus, who had lost their sense of pain due to the virus, suddenly felt pain.
He must kill him, them. At this moment, Typhons is convinced that he should and must kill Fulgrim in front of him. Although he has restored his human form for some reason, he has landed on Medusa to compete with him for the credit. .
No, no matter what conspiracy the Prince of Darkness and his Happy Court have against this place, he will definitely defeat them and get there first, planting the seeds of life and the mark of truth here for the loving father Nurgle.
Just because he is Typhons, the one who brought the Death Guard to the loving father Nurgle, the one who brought the triple corrupt and immortal truth to poor Mortarion, the first to be enlightened. , the Spreader of Truth, who would soon be able to add the title of Slayer of Primarchs to his title that was recited in fear across the Warp and the real universe.
"Ignorant!" He roared angrily, and some rancid dark black acidic juice flowed out from under his helmet. "Why, why are you so stubborn! Why don't you want to embrace the generous gift of the Lord of Life! Why? Do not understand the joyful favor He has given us! I have changed my mind! Your conversion is not what I want! I will sacrifice your soul to the divine Father! I will cut off your superficial head to decorate me! "Power Armor!"
"Oh, really?" People heard the young and beautiful voice sneer, and the pity in his tone was even more hurtful than contempt, "Look, at least you admit it. , I have a soul and a brain, and you, who can’t even take off your helmet in this oozing and disgusting fly larvae culture jar, how much remains of your spirit and flesh are left, not to mention the stinking farts behind you that turned into swamp gas? Has it been released from the tube? "Karas Typhon of Barbarus"
Nurgle's most dedicated mortal champion let out a tragic and earth-shattering psychic roar, brandishing his scythe. At the same time, he unleashed all his Destroyer Flies on the young Phoenix who landed lightly on a raised rock, unprecedentedly and without reservation.
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A special signal has been detected entering the battlefield from Antarctica. You should take a look, Gorgon. Fearless Phoenix's data flow conveys a solemn thought.
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...What have these descendants of mine done! Treason! Treason! ! How dare you disobey my orders and open my treasure house!
Mr. Garuda Ferrus, who immediately recognized the significance of this special signal, was suddenly shocked and angry.
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We must teleport down immediately to close it!
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What is that? !
Fearless Phoenix shouted, and at the same time began to wake up the transmission system.
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An ancient creation I unearthed here! In fact, it is probably a man-portable black hole made by aliens and not detonated! -
A what? ! ! What did you say you dug up on your home world? ! You just put it in the vault? ! -
How do I know what happened next? ! Stop talking! quick! Can't wait for a better time! When I'm done with this, someone must be punished for this! ! !
As several emergency instructions were sent, the ancient fortresses woke up, their antennas and beacons pointing in the only direction in the sky, and their lights lit up.
As sung in the "Travel Song" that has been passed down from generation to generation among the nomads on the surface of Medusa, describing Ferus walking among them to complete great deeds and defeat all challengers, it is huge. The bolide crashed down on the battlefield with howling wind and wild flames, the black snow of the holy mountain shook off, and the dead wasteland welcomed the first step of its owner's arrival——
In fact, even Generations of Iron Hands have lived here, and the scenes depicted in "Ode" are far enough away from them that no one knows how much of the content has been modified and beautified for what purpose.
Such as now.
There was neither the vigorous and legendary operatic appearance of Phoenix just now, nor any warning.
Everyone is keeping their eyes wide open or their optical sensors focused on the heart of the iron hand in the center of the battlefield that will devour all the dark source effects and death of the enemy - whether flesh and blood or mechanical or Both—at this moment, both were beating violently like never before.
The transmitted light was swift and short-lived, and the smell of ionized and oxidized air silently and ruthlessly killed the bacteria and viruses wandering around. The fatherly little messengers lost the cheerful smiles that always hung on their faces. Running around in panic, screaming, looking for the warriors and champions of the Plague God.
A device wrapped in a sacred consecrated container is falling towards its intended landing point.
A pair of huge silver arms emerged from the undissipated teleportation smoke, grabbing the device before it could hit the ground and begin to react to the surrounding warp energy.
Then its energy response stopped at the critical moment.
The smoke was blown away by the moist wind, revealing the shining silver face and silver eyes behind.
+That’s impossible. +
+This is impossible. +
+No, no, but, ah, that's exactly him! It's him! +
+Ancestors, ancestors! Ferus! Ferrus Manus! +
+He is back! Back again! Come among us again! +
The electric current of ecstasy swept through the entire parliament hall like a wave. The Voices of Mars watched in astonishment as the most mature and solemn and most mechanized Iron Father stood up and trembled. He was completely unable to control his emotions and shouted for genes. The name of the father waved his arms.
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The dead are still walking under the purple sun of Medusa. Their mouths are wide open, their intestines are flowing out, their fingers have sharp claws, and their bodies are Plague flies proliferate, eager to draw the living into their ranks of despair and misery.
Death is not true death, and rebirth is not true rebirth either, it is an alternative life cycle.
The god stirred his cauldron of soup happily and murmured with satisfaction in the garden as Typhons understandingly lowered his hand for him to realize the possibility of a new cycle of life and death. Favor, the title of designated favor for seven years, and the right to talk to those native demons on an equal footing without having to kneel, are the rewards for his actions to please the gods.
The eternal ode to father Nurgle echoes in the roars and whimpers of eternal agony from the walkers.
The Plaguelands are expanding the scope of their pollution every moment, turning the black basalt desert into a thick yellow-green muddy swamp.
There is not too much time and words to explain.
Young Fulgrim nodded to his brother and new guardian, who had openly performed the same reanimation of the dead.
“I must continue to be with my children,” he added simply. “This land is polluted. Only my presence, the harmony of my soul with them...can protect them from the pollution. He has been favored and disturbed by too much..."
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He is learning his abilities much faster than I expected, and he has begun to realize that he has different effects on other people and mysteries. The influence of things.
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But his psychic chanting was indeed able to allow the Emperor's Children to keep their minds clear during such a long battle without using additional combat potions, which was incredible. In your opinion, is he in danger of becoming corrupted or defecting? -
Not yet. He also uses the swordsmanship I taught him very well, with some of the same demeanor I had when I was still disabled.
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Wait a moment. Disabled? when? what happened? Who did it? ! Who dares? ! I thought you were just hanging on to the remains of the Son of Dorne...
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...This is not the time to talk about this. Keep an eye on him, don't be distracted, Gorgon, keep up with him, and keep an eye on your shocked heirs, they are the ones I'm worried about causing a big accident, and I will pay more attention to the movements of the corrupt.
(End of this chapter)