Chapter 1749 Fire Dragon Catastrophe
“Ahhhhh-kill you!”
The Chaos Champion, who was almost burnt to charcoal by the flames, went completely crazy, and the weapons in his hands were like a gust of wind. The Salamanders Chapter Master launches the offensive, while Tu'shan is as silent and determined as a mountain in the storm, accurately defeating every opponent's attack with steady and powerful swings or unstoppable blows.
Around the battlefield, the red pirates have been defeated. Their armor melted in the anger of the fire dragon veterans, and their flesh and blood turned into rotten corpse fluid flowing downward, revealing the mutated skeletons and rotten corpses inside. Offal.
After a fierce attack, the Chaos Champion's scimitar hit Tu'shan's shoulder armor, but the fire dragon cloak covering it was stronger than imagined. The weapon full of curses was shocked by the Chaos Champion. The eyes snapped.
In response, Tu'shan used all his strength and swung the heavy hammer upwards. The terrifying force directly threw the huge body of the Chaos Champion high into the sky, and hit the enemy's head again before the opponent landed.
This made the Chaos Champion let out a dull scream. The Salamander Chapter Master's power was so great that it not only shattered his Terminator armor, but also brought out a large string of broken bones and flesh.
As soon as he stood up after landing, a huge fist punched into his chest, tearing out all the organs inside. The champion's beating heart and distended stomach rolled and fell out of its body.
"Uh-huh——"
The sound that the Chaos Champion wanted to make in his throat was blocked by his own filthy blood. After taking two steps back, its body fell backwards, limply. Lying on a pile of corpses.
Tu'shan silently stepped forward and hit the Chaos Champion on the head with one last blow, smashing it completely
At this time, Tu'shan's armor was covered with blood and mucus splattered on the Chaos Champion's body. , the smell of acid etching is so bad that even the helmet's filter can't cover it up.
He looked around. Most of the Chaos Space Marines had been killed, and a small number had escaped, but they would find that they had no way to escape.
"The enemy has been eliminated, Chapter Master."
A Terminator stepped forward.
"The Mordian 227th Regiment just came to support. They have confirmed that the hive spire has not fallen yet."
"Well, I will go see them later and you have to burn these things."
Tu'shan pointed at the body on the ground.
“All of them.”
“Yes.”
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However, just when the Salamanders Chapter rescued the Shepherd III planet, the red pirate fleet that had been "defeated" was organized again, and its scale was larger than before. Quietly appearing at the edge of the galaxy, the leader is a battle barge named Extinction, which belongs to the Plague Army.
Mosavior Gunst, the "Blessed Forgotten Messenger", stared into the void, watching the stars swim through the blurred observation port, his ship, the former home of their Chapter, It has long since lost its soul. It is just a machine. The deck is riddled with ulcers and lumps. Bacteria are sizzling on the weapons. Interesting viruses are produced in the old and rotten canisters. The deck is full of rust. Bacteriophages are everywhere. Infected Bilge Fermentation.
The Purifier, as they once called it, was an irony, its former glory now as irrelevant as the spit in the mouth.
Mosavior was somewhat happy to be able to lead such an attack. Although one day, a bigger battle would call him, but before that, he had learned to enjoy indulgence, or rather It's entertainment - a random killing, a small massacre between such serious battles. Many people are curious about their relationship with other Death Guards who also believe in Nurgle. Mosavior can only say that the Death Guards are now arrogant. They are powerful, they are united, and they are also exclusive. For him This is especially true for such a "foreigner", but he doesn't care. There needs to be killing in the void, and this is something worth continuing.
Then, he turned around and walked to the viewfinder that was full of mold. As a unique Nurgle warband, their bridge could be called "clean" - but only relatively speaking.
Mosavior looked down at the virtual image of the world he was about to kill once and for all, while the rest of the warband stood on observation decks, receiving the flashing scans.
With the vibration of the deck, he could feel the heavy crunching sound of the huge gas bomb being lifted to the launch position.
“The picture of Salamander has been set.”
His lieutenant, a huge, bloated creature covered in armor and covered with horns, grunted dullly.
"According to the signal returned, it should be in this hive."
The adjutant said, pointing to a city group area on the planet, and then a lot of interconnected connections appeared on the imaging device hive spire.
Mosavior stared at the scanner, then laughed softly:
"It's so stupid, all the time."
"Master."
Suddenly, the person in charge of the sensor on the bridge made a confirmed voice. These words came out from the rusty and blocked communicator grille. The man's fingers were stiff due to the erosion of cartilage. Huddled on a verdigris terminal, he was unable to move from his seat as the tubes inserted regularly pumped in fluids.
"The fleet is about to enter the scanning range of the opponent's fleet."
"Send a signal to the fleet to attack the Salamander warships first."
"Yes."
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"We will take a great honor."
Mosavior summons his Honor Guard and issues follow-up orders to the other Plague Marines in his warband.
"The opponent is worthy of our blade, but before that, let them taste the fine wine we have prepared for them."
Suddenly, a huge beam of light illuminated the observation of the bridge. window, and then in the orbit of a distant planet, a Salamander frigate suddenly burst into flames——
Soshyan, who had just arrived in the Grief Galaxy, immediately received urgent information from the fifth theater. When Tu'shan, leader of the Salamanders Chapter, went to support the Shepherd III planet, he was ambushed by the Red Pirates. The opponent first used a feint attack to attract the Salamanders to the ground, and then the lurking fleet suddenly came out and attacked the fifth theater. The support fleet was caught off guard and could only retreat temporarily after losing several battleships. Then the Red Pirates dropped deadly virus bombs on the planet's surface and conducted airborne operations.
Fortunately, the Fifth Theater Fleet quickly organized a counterattack to attack the enemy fleet, forcing the opponent to temporarily evacuate the planet's orbit. However, the empire did not control the sea. Now the fleets of both sides are still experiencing friction, but the situation on the planet's ground It is very pessimistic, and the Red Pirates have invaded the more important Endymion galaxy in a large scale, making the fleet in the fifth theater even more afraid to move lightly. They can only send small groups of support troops to the planet through rapid assaults by small boats. , and the situation of Captain Tu'shan cannot be confirmed at all.
(End of this chapter)