Chapter 1799 Saving the Salamanders (Part 1)
Standard Terra Calendar 965.M41
Endymion Star Cluster, Fifth War Zone, Slgard Galaxy, Shepherd III Planet, Aitra Hive
“Encountered the enemy.”
After calmly spitting out a sticky word, the leader of the World Purifying Plague Army, Mosaviols Kavela, pulled the trigger. The trigger of the bolt gun, a dozen bolt shells roared into the vague green mist, and screams were heard immediately.
Beside him were twelve burly warriors. They wore light green power armor with white trim. The shield on their right shoulder was painted with the emblem of worship of the loving father Nurgle-three as if It’s flies that gather together to talk.
For a moment, in response to the explosive bomb, the bullets from the laser gun whizzed past, but they basically bounced off the warrior's armor harmlessly.
Mosaviol Cavila felt like someone was rubbing his helmet, but felt no pain. He fired a dozen more rounds into the fog, each one accompanied by a scream. , this time closer.
On his left, was the heavy weapons hand of the team, howling an atonal battle dirge along with the roar of his automatic cannon.
Rows of soldiers in blue combat uniforms emerged from the fog like ghosts. They wore gas masks and looked like aliens - big black eyes and metal noses.
Mosaviol Kavera knew these tenacious mortals, the Mordian Iron Army.
Only this world-famous iron army can continue to fight under the baptism of virus bombs. However, they cannot hold on for long, and only the last small area of the entire hive is left.
The soldiers who appeared moved very quickly, the front row knelt down, the second row stood up straight, raised their laser guns and prepared to shoot, while the fallen soldiers huddled on the floor.
The surrounding mist is like green tentacles, detecting the living and caressing the dead.
A sergeant roared and launched a volley. The crimson rays swept through the attackers' armor like hail, but it had no effect.
Mosaviol Cavila calmly fired a round and watched as the sergeant's head exploded into flesh and bone.
Other warband members then rushed into the Mordian lines.
For Mosaviol Cavela, time seemed completely frozen in the first seconds of the conflict as he observed the coming destruction -
Heavy Weapons Hand He was humming a song, no doubt following the Hell Choir that was constantly singing in his head. The death bullets sprayed from the automatic cannon were floating in the air. His deputy, Owen Kay, was wearing a featureless helmet. , without even a slit for his eyes, he used his chain sword to wash away the enemy soldiers. Farther away from him was Morel, his head turned back at an unnatural angle, a smooth muscle with a mouth full of teeth. Beginning to emerge from the mouth, and the Merciful Apothecary, the red filling the air accompanied by his chainsaw ax severing the limbs of his opponents, the Apothecary always wept for his victims, for they could never understand the true God The joy of serving.
In the blink of an eye, the still image in Mosaviol Cavila's mind melted away, and the motionless warriors moved again, corpses piled at their feet, waving chain saw blades There was a blur, and Morel's terrible tongue lashed among the soldiers, slicing flesh. Despite being outnumbered, the Chaos Space Marines carved bloody fragments into the Imperial Guard's lines. Their powerful power armor easily withstood bayonets. The soldiers tried to use human sea tactics to drown the attackers, but the result was like a sea. Chalking the tidal wall is just as futile.
A commissar wearing a gas mask bursts into the fray, raises his power sword and yells at the soldiers to fight to the end.
Ignoring the laser guns fired at him, Mosaviol Cavilla smiled triumphantly, drew his rusty machete, and rushed through the ranks of soldiers, attacking with blow after blow. officer.
Suddenly, a bayonet stabbed Mosaviol Scavilla. The leader of the war gang raised his hand and shot the owner of the bayonet in the head. More bayonets stabbed his power armor, but nothing happened. What effect. In the end, he failed to catch the political commissar. He led the remaining soldiers to escape, and Mosaviol Cavila did not bother to pursue him.
There was only one soldier standing alone, holding his broken arm. Mosaviol Cavela walked up to him and stretched out his left hand to gently scratch the soldier. The leather on the mask, the gas mask was cut in half, revealing a pale face.
"Where is the Chapter Master of the Salamanders hiding now?"
The young soldier's eyes were dazed. Subconsciously, he took a deep breath and started to flinch, then his mouth opened wide and his throat grumbled. Mosaviolscavilla watched the dark green living fungus emerge from the soldier's mouth, causing him to The neck is bulging.
Soon, the soldier knelt down, small mushrooms sprouted from his nostrils, and then fell sideways with a strangled groan, his eyes glazed over.
Within seconds, the body was wrapped in fungus and pinned to the ground.
Mosaviol Cavilla took a deep breath. The spore-filled air tasted bitter, as if it was mocking the fragility of the faithless.
The sounds of battle gradually faded away, and the area where a row of determined soldiers once stood now contained piles of broken corpses. Small spores in the mist had been planted in the flesh of the blood-stained wounds, and on the green shoots. grow out.
Morel is transforming, his eel-like appendage spitting out a mouthful of half-digested flesh before retracting back into his distended mouth, and neither does Mosaviol Cavila. Too confused to understand whether Morrel is now considered a possessed warrior. Due to his outstanding courage, Morrel was blessed by the gods, allowing him to burst out these mutations from his body under threat, although his comrades were in awe They watched such a change with admiration, but Mosaviolscavilla did not share their admiration. He still remembered that before being consumed by these gifts, the non-commissioned officer could once boost the morale of the company with his easy-going attitude and wit. He has disappeared for a long time.
"Huron seems to have sent a new team of killers."
Mosaviol Cavilla's deputy muttered such a sentence, which made his stomach ache. roll.
He admitted that it took him a little longer than expected, but didn't Huron have this little patience? To seize a Chaos Space Marine's prey from his hands is a great disgrace, and even a devoted disciple of the Father would not tolerate it.
Or at this final stage, the salamanders have been blocked by them and have nowhere to go. What is the difference between this and picking peaches?
Then he raised a hand.
"Release the soul grinder and kill all living people, even those sent by Huron! I will never allow anyone to rob me of my merits!"
At this moment, a A swollen body carrying heavy instruments shuffled to his side, and a few words rolled out of its mucus-filled throat.
"Master. The Imperial Fleet is coming. The Red Pirates' fleet cannot resist it and must immediately——"
Before he finished speaking, a rusty long knife instantly cut off his neck with boundless rage, ending his announcement of bad news.
(End of this chapter)