Chapter 1912 The Second Naval Battle of Angstrom (8)
Amidst the roar of the melta gun and the suffocating heat, this huge chaos egg fell. This time it did not get up again. Without even a struggle, Bahram looked into its one remaining eye, which seemed human, and saw relief and relief.
There seemed to be something in the gradually collapsing flesh. Bahram bent down to pick it up and found it was a damaged shoulder armor with a vague mark on it, which seemed to be an open The maw is devouring a planet.
The Twelve Legions, the World Eaters.
Bahram doesn’t know his past name or what happened, but this tragic ending still makes him a little sad.
"Uh-huh!"
But on the battlefield, there was no time for him to feel sad. When the bullet whizzed past his ear, Bahram immediately turned around and jumped into the bunker, and took a bullet in the chest. Luhan dragged it back.
The attack of the Red Pirates continues. Some tall terminators have appeared. There are many heretics lying on the battlefield, but there are also many skitarii and servitors lying on the battlefield. The defenders have been forced back by hundreds. m, and to make matters worse, Bahram has seen casualties.
Five recruits have fallen down, their life signals have dimmed, and several others were seriously injured and were dragged away by servitors and taken to the pharmacist.
Not only on his side, there were nearly ten casualties in Armin's direction. Obviously, the pressure was even greater. Jacob in the rear had been ordered to dispatch a team to reinforce, but now the Red Pirates The offensive was like fire, invading the star fort from many directions. The rail transit station may also become an attack target for some fish that slipped through the net, so the defenders there could no longer continue to mobilize.
In other words, they will probably not have any reinforcements in the future. At most, they will be some skitarii and fighter servitors.
Bahram realized that this attack by the Red Pirates was definitely different from the last naval battle. This time the Red Pirates were very determined, unlike last time when they were timid due to risks and casualties.
This battle may not be as easy as imagined.
When the battle entered a fierce stage, it was not only the Red Pirates who attacked the Blessing Barrier. Many foreign war gangs participating in the war were also sent by Huron to participate in this battle. The Black Heart King has spoken, who controls it? Blessing Barrier, then who is the master of this huge star fort!
For the necrotic lord who infected the apostle, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If a magnificent space fortress can be turned into a seedbed of plague, how much paternal grace can it spread to the mortal world?
And what kind of gift will he himself receive?
So the Necrotic Lord immediately led him and his plague warriors to join the battle, hoping to be the first to control this war fortress.
The goal is simple, but the process is very complicated, but the first step has been completed, and their landing craft was very lucky to escape those crazy imperial fighters.
The seeds of decay have been sprinkled into the Star Castle. The Infection Apostles invaded from a maintenance airship docking station in Area B. This independent building once had pure and tidy corridors and clean cabins. Everything was so peaceful. Peaceful, now filled with the buzzing of plague flies and the horrific wail of pain.
The Necrolord hums a sad tune as he walks, carving the Plague Father's symbol on the corpses he slays with his rusty scythe, turning their decaying corpses into poisonous power that strengthens him The torture of this world by supernatural forces.
Then he turned to observe the work of his brothers, which had been transformed almost into a temple to Nurgle, filled with bubbling poisonous sludge and the Plague Trefoil carved from yellowed bones. Some bodies draped in red robes hung from the vaulted ceiling, rolling and groaning. They were either experiencing the last period of painful torture in their lives, or the beautiful life was about to burst out of their bodies.
"What a joy."
The Necrotic Lord nodded, and the corruption was proceeding smoothly as planned. The Corpse Emperor's servants paid no attention to this, as they were solely focused on dealing with the Red Pirates' savage attacks and the chaos these attacks caused. By the time they discovered their doom, they were already helpless.
But this alone is not enough, they need to expand the infection, build more Father Shrines, and get closer to the core of the Star Fortress.
"Let's go."
The Necrotic Lord weighed the scythe in his hand, and his voice was like the gurgling sound of a dying person.
The surrounding Plague Warriors nodded their helmeted heads and followed their leader like a zombie. There were 107 of them in total, all veterans who had caused harm to the empire for many years.
And the Plague Marines are not the only ones here, there are many shambling living dead following them, some are newly conceived, and some are dumped from their landing craft, these are slightly different from traditional zombies , still retain some sanity, and can even use simple weapons and firearms. Among them, there are also some "elites" who wear dirty cloaks and hold laser guns to fight for their fallen masters. (The plague pig of the dark tide is with me)
Not long after I walked out, I heard a loud noise in the distance. It was the roar of a bolter. Each salvo sounded like a wail. .
The moans of the mortal servants who started the attack soon fell silent.
"The zombie emperor's lackey."
A plague warrior wearing a patchwork Terminator grunted and picked up the heavy bomb in his hand. All the bullets were soaked in filth, infecting the apostles. After years of development, the warband also has its own Terminator team. They are all close followers of the Necrolord, with a total of 17 people.
"Maybe,"
The Necrolord let out a deep laugh.
"Come on, brothers, let's go and give these corpse emperor believers some generous gifts from the great father God Nurgle."
The infection apostles began to march in the spacious passage, only the flickering light of the lighting ball illuminated To show their way forward, they did not hide their whereabouts. This was not their style. They were used to letting their deep voices mixed with phlegm echo on the battlefield, and letting their rumbling footsteps stir up pieces of dust to let the enemy know. Death was coming towards them, ruthlessly and unstoppably.
Leave the enemy with nothing but despair.
Soon, they found the first batch of corpses at the entrance to the main foyer of the repair boat station. Their swollen and pus-filled bodies were torn apart by explosive bombs, and a Plague Marine was among the corpses. He leaned over the pile, turning over their broken flesh with the insect-like forelimbs protruding from his Terminator armor.
The Necrotic Lord raised his huge plague butcher knife and scanned the distance, which was full of Mechanicus symbols and huge auxiliary facilities. Several maintenance boats were parked in the open space, connected to some maintenance lines.
Although the front hall was littered with corpses, it was strangely quiet, with only subtle moans and gasps coming from outside.
It seemed too quiet.
(End of this chapter)