Chapter 1801 Saving the Salamanders (Part 2)
The huge demon engine squeezes into the battlefield at an alarming speed. It is a beast hill, a plague hill, a pile of poisonous and torn flesh, Gas and fluid seeped from the wounds on the ulcerated skin. The broad, flat face was split open by an almost constant grin. The sharp teeth were uneven and yellowed, and broken horns emerged from both sides of its head. Stretching out, hanging rings of entrails and foul-smelling substances.
Soon, its eyes were locked on Tu'shan, and then it laughed, like the muffled sound of an inflated corpse exploding.
“After this praise is over, the loving father will use the corruption of the flesh as a reward.”
The drooping and accumulated folds on its face continue to slide down, forming a twisted and leaking Smiling, he then put his free hand between his waist, pulled out something and threw it towards Tu'shan.
As he got closer, he realized it was the corpse of an Astra Militarum that had been ravaged by the plague.
With a bang, the corpse hit his feet, bursting like a water ball filled with mud. The turbid brown liquid gurgled out from the joints of the armor. The bones creaked inside, and rotten water spurted out. Tu'shan was drenched all over.
"Demon!"
A Salamander warrior walked up to Tu'shan, fired at the demon engine, and sewed a line of explosive bombs on the beast's chest, but it was not too Good job, it only left small bruises and wounds and caused it no pain at all, although its chest and belly were riddled with holes, compared to the long gashes and open sores that had torn its muscles , these were insignificant—the wounds had split its flesh, allowing glistening intestines and bulbous organs to bulge out.
The demon swung its right arm, its loose muscles bulging and trembling. Its other arm held a bunch of rusty iron chains, each of the three huge chains. Ending with a pile of giant skulls.
Amidst the whistling sound, the flail hit the Salamander veteran, and the rapid whipping of the skull made a deafening impact, knocking the Space Marine to the ground more than ten meters away, bouncing and twisting awkwardly on the uneven ground.
"Destroy it! Purify the unclean beast!"
Called, the Terminators gathered around Tu'shan, breathing fire at the hulking monster.
The gigantic demon let out a long, cackling laugh, punctuated by Mosaviol Cavila's deep command.
"Destroy the Salamanders! Kill Tu'shan!"
The vibration of the bass caused debris to fall from the ceiling, bringing with it a large amount of thick water and waste. The Plague Army summoned many Nurgle daemons and swarmed towards the fire dragons.
The storm bolter shells exploded into the decaying flesh, leaving bloody traces and pustules, but they seemed indifferent to the wounds.
"Flame Hand, block those things!"
Tu'shan ordered while shooting at the demon engine with his pistol.
"Use fire and melt as much as possible to reduce their numbers."
The terminator using the heavy melta gun made an affirmative sound. A second later, a stream of fire spread out from the other end of the hall and fell into the wave of demons. At the same time, the promethium element in the fire dragons' weapons burned a large number of imps. , leaving behind a pile of burning, deflated corpses.
The giant demon seemed genuinely distraught at the loss of its minions, its maniacal laughter turning into loud grunts and groans of pain before firing its venom cannon at the Salamander Deadly shells.
Tu'shan approached the Demon Engine with several melee terminators. They were holding thunder hammers and storm shields, like a high steel wall.
The demon turned to them, his eyes flashing with yellow fighting intent.
The huge monster began to cough, its stomach heaving, then opened its mouth and spat out a thick stream of blood, worms and filth at Tu'shan. The storm shields raised by the Terminators shone with energy, blocking most of the disgusting water, but some thick balls of dirt still splashed onto Tu'shan's armor, emitting like acid as they burned into the ceramite. The same hissing sound.
"Devil!"
Tu'shan roared, readied his warhammer, and started running.
The fire dragon terminators holding thunder hammers followed closely behind. Their weapons crackled as they gradually increased their energy, bursting out a series of energy streaks and unique impact sounds - the demon's body was being affected by Staggers and recoils from strikes that can directly kill smaller creatures.
Tu'shan dodged the swing of the flail, and when the demon engine was about to swing again, he jumped up suddenly, grabbed one of the opponent's legs, poured his anger into his war hammer, and used The power weapon smashed deep into an exposed gut.
Below him, the thunder hammers of other Terminators were also slamming, tearing at the demon's body.
The demon swung its chin and dewlap angrily in preparation for a new attack, its weapon slamming into a Fire Dragon Terminator, crushing his helmet to his breastplate.
Then, Tu'shan hit it hard on the stomach with a powerful blow.
The Daemon Engine stared down at him—eyes with veins as thick as rope, spinning wildly in their sockets as they tried to focus.
After Tu'shan landed, the war hammer directly broke one of the demon engine's legs. The demon howled in pain. It moved its body, as if it wanted to escape, but as the second leg was smashed It fell down.
The Plague Force desperately tried to squeeze in to save their engines, but the remnants of the Astra Militarum and other Salamander warriors who came to support blocked their movement.
Tu'shan took advantage of this gap and rushed forward, swinging his Stormbringer with the greatest strength his arms could exert. The flaming hammer head of this ancient weapon swooped towards the broken teeth and shattered directly. They plucked them, tearing a stream of thick blood and slimy saliva from the beast's cheek.
"Never... tolerate..."
Panting, Tu'shan hit the devil's skull with one blow after another, hitting the unnatural body like raindrops. Under the heavy pressure, the Demon Engine could no longer struggle.
“…the unclean thing…lives!””
The Salamanders Chapter Master knew that the thing was not flesh and blood, but an accumulation of warp matter and spiritual energy, and that it had no control over its own brain or nervous system like a mortal, but nevertheless he struck it hard with his warhammer. His head until it was nothing but a bloody, pus-filled mush.
Gas erupted from the demon's body, spraying a cloud of yellow filth into the air like a fountain. Tu'shan rolled off the bulky body, covered from head to toe with dirt and Pus and blood.
When he stood up, the demon engine's arm suddenly swung, and the remaining chains of the flail hit Tu'shan hard, almost breaking the shoulder pads and breastplate. After Tu'shan staggered a few steps, he pulled out the death flame and shot at the demon's remains.
As white-hot flames licked its carcass, the demon began to sink into the ground, spreading like melted fat, discoloring the floor and forming streams around the rusted metal skeleton.
After taking a few breaths, Tu'shan found that his left arm shoulder suffered a heavy blow and seemed to be fractured. At this time, the blade of Mosaviol Cavilla came out of nowhere, Tu'shan Sugi parried quickly, his war hammer sparkling as it sliced away from his opponent's weapon before heading straight for him.
However, the trauma on his left shoulder affected his speed. Mosaviol Kavilla quickly dodged and struck back with a knife. Tu'shan tilted his head slightly, and the sweep of the cursed blade almost passed through the eyepiece of his helmet.
(End of this chapter)