Chapter 1691 Helpers (Part 2)
The third Storm Bird walked down a group of warriors wearing gray iron power armor, with shoulder armor painted in yellow and black stripes. The leader’s body was larger than most. The brother is taller and thicker. His broad face is covered with scars. A pair of lowered eyes are hidden under the protruding forehead, making him look very savage. His scalp is shaved smooth and covered with crisscrossing cables and jagged edges. Scars - These physical features make him look very warlike, which is very consistent with his simple and almost undecorated armor. The only decorations on it are chains and rivets, and one of his bare arms can still be seen. The flowing silver light seemed to be completely made of metal, with a battle ax and a bolt gun hanging on his waist.
He is Honso, who once served the Hurons and is now an Iron Warriors war blacksmith.
The fourth Stormbird walked out of a group of warriors wearing black and green armor. They were surrounded by the breath of death and morbid melancholy. The three flies on the shoulder armor formed the symbol of the evil god Nurgle, but they The very special thing is that compared with ordinary plague warriors, they do not have very significant mutations on their bodies, and their armor is only slightly rusty and can even be called clean. If it were not their logo, it would be difficult to believe that this is a Nazi. The Grim War Gang.
These Chaos Space Marines are called the Plague Legion. They were originally a Chapter of the Purifiers, but in the late M36, the Chapter's ideology was contaminated by a desperate belief that the galaxy was beyond salvation. With the corruption of medicine, the only path to purity is death, ultimately leading the Chapter to the embrace of the evil god Nurgle.
However, their unique philosophy makes them think differently from most Nurgle warbands who "spread blessings". The Plague Army despises all forms of life, whether normal or pathological, and will slowly and systematically attack them in battle. They use poison gas and other deadly weapons that do not distinguish between friend and foe to remove all traces of life, which often causes them to even have fierce conflicts with other Nurgle warbands. Many Plague Priests of the Fourteenth Legion even denounced them as "heretics", but this did not This does not affect their expertise in the fields of extermination and biological and chemical weapons.
The leader of this unique Nurgle warband is Mosaviol Gunst, known as the "Blessed Forgotten Messenger".
The last thing that appeared was a group of Thousand Sons in golden and blue armor, wearing towering serpent helmets, and their scarlet letters. The leader was a man wearing gorgeous armor and a bright silver cloak, surrounded by a faint witch fire, and his head was A wizard who wears a Tzeentch horned helmet and has many screaming faces carved on his body. A long blue sword hangs from his waist, and his backpack seems to emit an eerie chuckle when he walks.
He is the "Instigator" Sextus.
Sektus was originally a non-commissioned officer of the Thousand Sons Legion. While studying the Scarlet Letter of Ahriman, he led his Scarlet Letter warriors to betray the Legion without any warning. After thousands of years of hard work, he absorbed other members of the Legion. The Thousand Sons wanderers, wizards and illegal psykers, formed their own warband and led the warband to pursue a mysterious goal. During this period, psykers continued to gather for this cause, and he himself remained the same. Obsessed with the study of Ahriman’s Scarlet Letter.
Huron ignored the helpers and mercenaries and walked straight to the giant balcony extending out of the tarmac. Above his head, the huge sun visor unfolded like a magnificent machine.
When he walked into the bloody sunshine, the huge hive city stretched out in all directions, dotted with many towers, factories and churches, separated by rows of neat reinforced concrete transportation lines Come, this huge industrial hive is divided into neat blocks. The orderly and precise thinking of the mechanical monks is very clearly reflected here.
The massive power station looms beneath the hive spiers, its twin generators miles apart on either side, each containing a breathtaking system of massive pipes, gothic ventilation towers, capacitors From the shrine and the large armored side plates, Huron could even feel the energy rushing through him, and could hear the continuous whimpering as they struggled to output energy.
Maintenance servitors crawl like arachnids on the giant generators, working tirelessly to keep the overloaded machines running.
The entire city, from its pulsating industrial center to the crumbling worker ghettos on the outskirts, is brought under the control of a giant tower.
The Governor's Tower is surrounded by alloy walls and towers into the sky. The wind-eroded stone and jagged tower face is covered with windows and lights of defense facilities. Cannon turrets and missile launchers are scattered on it, surrounded by five secondary spiers. Carrying the Void Shield Generator, it maintains an invisible barrier atop the Governor's Tower. It was a fortress in a sense, and a formidable one at that.
Of course, even the greatest fortress is useless without the protection of an army.
Just like now, just a few killers left the Governor's Mansion leaderless, and just a few Space Marines could make the people inside flee. This is almost a reappearance of the current situation of the empire, the so-called terrifying behemoth, but It is a rickety house, making its final struggle on the last few pillars.
He once thought that he was one of them, but later he discovered that he was wrong. There were not only ruined walls and broken bricks and tiles in this house, but also countless silverfish, gnawing at those who were only there. The pillar of existence, the fool wants to completely knock down this house and then crush himself to death.
Then Huron woke up and he would not be such a fool again.
With complicated thoughts, he walked to the edge of the broken balcony and looked down.
Thousands of meters below him, from one side to the other of the several-kilometer-wide "Imperial Plaza", there are crowds of planet residents, thousands of planetary defense troops, and industrial groups. The slave laborers and lower-class cultists all stared at their new masters from below and shouted their desperate enthusiasm to the sky. The waves of their voices were louder than the waves, even drowning Huron's superhuman senses.
He knew that more and more people were surrounding the square from all sides. They were gathering in front of the factory windows and filling the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of their savior.
Thinking of this, his face was full of satisfaction, and the broken corpses of several members of the ruling family of the nest were hanging on the wall, staring at him helplessly.
The people here love him so much, because it was he who saved these people from the torture of aliens in the past, it was he who worked tirelessly to repair the industry and infrastructure here, and it was he who formulated the most just laws here. and promotion without class restrictions.
Even when the empire declared him a traitor, the people here still supported him.
But just like that, things will not go so smoothly.
(End of this chapter)