Chapter 1405: The Decay Offensive (Part 1)
"Repulse them! Reinforcements are on the way! Don't let go of a lackey of the Lord of Corruption, for Kane! For survival!"
When the airdrop The moment the cabin was opened, Newkeran Rotis, a former soldier of the 6th Company of the Death Guard and now the captain of the 6th Sepsis Battalion's "Zero Tank" squad, let out a deep laugh.
Although he cannot understand the language of this inferior race, he can understand the fear and despair in the other person's heart -
The most fragrant flowers can always bloom in the soil of despair. .
With this thought in mind, he took his notebook from the hands of the cheering Nurgling, took out the pen on his shoulder, and wrote this sentence.
Nukreon Lotis's armor as a whole shows a sickly green color. The dirty and rusty armor together with the rotten flesh present a "giant view" like a decomposed corpse, with sores and ulcers. He Zai's open wounds can be seen everywhere. The wriggling tentacles and the iconic bone horns on his left shoulder prove further mutations. The face has long mutated into a weird structure, and only one can be seen embedded in the broken inner armor. The upper bronze sphere shows the Plague Marine's deep embrace of the blessed power of Nurgle.
Most of the time, he is always surrounded by two chirping Nurglings, one holding a plague censer given by the demon primarch Mortarion, which always exudes a deadly The other one was wearing a rusty and damaged helmet that belonged to him when he was still a human.
Unlike most plague lords, Newkeran Rotis has absolute loyalty to the father of genes, Mortarion, and devotes himself wholeheartedly to the Legion. This loyalty even More than his faith in Nurgle, he also won the favor of Mortarion.
During the long war of thousands of years, the Galaxy has become an even crazier place. This madness has also infected most of the former legionnaires. Betrayal and arrogance have become a kind of epidemic, but Newkeran ·Rotis is not infected by many evil deeds.
He remembered the battles he had fought as a mortal before the Legion became the Death Guard, when he had been scrawny and covered in scars, marks of his pride.
Before that, he remembered living on Barbarus as a child. It was a nightmare. There was nothing worse than this - in a place where there were only dead or living dead. Fighting for survival in prison.
It was Mortarion who brought them liberation, something the rest of the Legion would never understand.
Nukrian Rotis considers himself not a blind fanatic. He understands that the original body also has weaknesses, but he will never forget the first action to gain freedom. He can only witness it with his own eyes. The warlords of the mountains do what they do to cowering mortals with impunity, and no one can truly understand the true extent of the Death Lord's loyalty until he or she witnesses what he does to free his people.
This is why, even with the rifts from Typhons and various brutal warlords, the Death Guard has never truly been divided.
The veterans of the Legion remain grateful, never forgetting the Primarch's attempted but ultimately failed efforts, one of whom was Nucraan Rotis.
Therefore, Typhons is the leader of this raid, and Newkeran represents the will of the original body. The cooperation and game between the two determines the success or failure of the entire operation.
But fortunately, compared to the stubbornness of the vast majority of the Fourteenth Legion, Newcraan Rotis has a sharp mind that is completely different from his huge and slow body, especially among the Death Guard. , can be called the smart guy among Ogryns.
However, this led to the emergence of another peculiar flaw, which is that he has a morbid obsession with all philosophical thinking, and occasionally he will be deeply involved in it and cannot extricate himself.
Nukrian Rotis will even ask his warriors to learn to think well.
"The Sixth Sepsis Brigade is in position." He raised his head and watched the dark green scratches passing by in the sky. New Crean Lotis sent a signal to an entity in the distance.
Typhons in the fleet was responsible for weakening the enemy's firepower, and Newcraan Lotis led the team to raid the fortress. This was a plan that had been designated before.
"Let the wrath of a loving father fall on these despicable aliens."
Typhons's lukewarm voice rang in his ears, Newcraan Loti Si just hummed in response.
To be honest, he didn't like Typhons at all. This guy didn't even respect the Primarch. He saw himself as his loving father's favorite son, but he forgot who made him an Astartes.
But the overall situation is the most important thing, and he has no intention of making trouble with the other party. When the war is over, both of them have plenty of time.
All the elements have been sorted out in his mind. Newcraan Rotis's slow movement has now completely become a part of his body. The exoskeleton that used to be called power armor immediately It made a friction sound like a rusty door being opened, and when his soft soles stepped on the hard ground, it also made a "pop" sound like a wet sponge.
The pink Nurgling wearing his former helmet noticed his movements and walked away arrogantly. Another Nurgling jumped on his shoulder holding a rusty incense burner.
Behind him, the soldiers of the "Zero Pan" team followed their lord with loaded guns and live ammunition.
On the wider battlefield, landing cabins were opened one after another with corrosive green gas, and staggering decaying giants walked out of them.
What greeted them was the intensive firepower of the Dark Eldar, but these giants in decaying armor were still unhurried, as if they were just taking a walk.
More than two thousand Plague Marines participated in the landing operation, including a large number of affiliated cultists, some armored vehicles and small demon groups. They approached the main building of the Aether Fortress from three directions. At the same time, the distant fleet continued to bombard the etheric fortress, forcing the defenders to invest a lot of energy into the shield, thus weakening the firepower on the ground.
The Dark Eldar are not willing to sit still and wait for death. They shoot continuously with poison crystal guns, and at the same time control the tear cannon and pulse cannon on the fortress to create micro explosions one after another on the battlefield.
In response, twelve roaring war machines slowly drove out from the thick green fog at the edge of the battle line.
They are huge in size, comparable to the largest armored vehicles in the empire. Their overall outline is like a crawling beetle. The rusty green metal shell is full of corroded holes, making them look like scavengers. A garbage truck that was pieced together.
In front of the car body is a huge and thick blade, on both sides are heavy assault guns, and there is a heavy explosive bomb on the car body.
But the most eye-catching thing is the exaggeratedly huge mortar behind its body.
(End of this chapter)