Chapter 1913 The Second Naval Battle of Angstrom (9)


Chapter 1913 The Second Naval Battle of Angstrom (9)

“There is an ambush.”

The Necro Lord whispered to himself that he may not care about conspiracy, but he is not a fool , it smells like a trap everywhere.

More than once, enemies have attempted to ambush the Plaguefather's warriors, only to discover to their horror that no matter how much firepower they unleashed on these former Death Guard warriors, their armor and corrupted flesh remained unscathed.

However, he knew that the defenders in the Star Fortress would not be too weak. It was known that at least four imperial battle groups might appear on the battlefield, and none of them were easy to fight.

So he ordered all the living dead and servants to attack.

Soon, a large number of corrupt slaves staggered into the hall, low howls emitted from their throats, and their dim eyes showed no trace of souls.

After the slaves poured in, the Plague Marines followed, flies buzzing around their huge figures, and choking smoke spilled from the backpacks on their backs.

They walked into the front hall, bolters and weapons ready to go, waiting for the enemy in the darkness to launch a surprise attack.

Suddenly, a huge sound came from above, which was the sound of the chain breaking.

Then a dozen behemoths fell from the sky and fell into the surging tide of the living dead.

They are as huge as Terminators, but unlike the Death Guard's rusty armor that oozes disgusting pus, they have pure and shiny shell armor, with the Mechanicum's logo imprinted on the most conspicuous position. The round head glowed with the cold light of the sensor.

That is a dome-type intelligent robot from the Adeptus Mechanicus.

These huge humanoid machines had been suspended from the high ceiling by steel cables. As soon as they landed on the ground, they opened fire together, and Yanfang missiles whizzed past. Crash into the swarming crowd of living dead.

The missile combines the characteristics of lethal fragments and large-yield charges. Specially-made sharp fragments are evenly arranged on special high-energy explosives, and these are all centered around an unstable incendiary agent as the core. This unstable incendiary agent will burn violently as long as it sees the air, igniting everything around it. Therefore, when this missile explodes, the violent explosive explosion, deadly fragments, and igniting all incendiary materials will make its range It is impossible for any life within to survive, and it is an extremely efficient infantry harvester.

Almost instantly, the continuous explosions cleared out a large area of ​​plague slaves.

Not only mortal servants, but even through thick layers of flesh and porcelain, the Necrotic Lord can feel the painful heat.

"Behold, the servants of the hypocritical mechanical god."

He roared, raising the bolter that had been in use since the days of the Legion and firing back with a volley.

“Brothers, destroy these lifeless shells!”

Only sentient beings deserve to enjoy the blessings of a loving father. For the Necrotic Lord, these soulless machines are not even as good as the lowest walking corpses, and they should not exist in the world.

In an instant, the front hall was in chaos, with the constant roar of explosive bombs and the scream of Yanfang missiles intermingling.

The Necrotic Lord pressed forward, foul-smelling smoke seeping out from the front end of his scythe, and then met a Dom Tower-type intelligent control robot on the narrow road.

The silent battle robot waved its arms with astonishing agility, while its legs retreated at an extremely fast speed. The gravity hammer of its right arm hit the Plague Lord's chest, causing a crack.

After receiving this blow, the Necrotic Lord immediately turned around, swung the plague scythe with terrifying force, and hit the battle robot in the chest.

The armor shattered in response, the silent machine stumbled backwards, and sparks spilled from the cracks in the steel. At the same time, other Plague Marines discovered that the explosive bombs were ineffective and began to splash acidic corrosive liquid. The flawless armor of the battle robot immediately began to rot and fester, and even the Mechanicus' emblem was covered with a layer of rust and filth. .

Then the corrosive venom seeped into the joints and gaps of the armor, causing the lines to break and the air to be filled with a crunching sound.

However, the combat robots did not know what death or corrosion was. The gravity hammers on their arms were still colliding, releasing powerful gravity pulse waves. Several plague warriors were unable to dodge and were directly squeezed into metal and rotten metal. The mixture of meat was so wet that it stuck to the cracked floor, making it impossible to buckle it.

The Necrolord roared in frustration and disgust, these hateful creations were an insult to Nurgle's glory, stupid puppets unable to accept the gifts of the Plague God, he would grind them to dust.

Suddenly, a blue flame swept across the battlefield and hit a Terminator in the chest with great force.

"Huh?"

The Necrotic Lord was shocked to find that the warrior who had experienced a thousand-year battle took a few steps back. His body seemed to have been hit by a comet, and his entire chest was almost sunken and burned. He put it on, shook it a few times and then knelt down on one knee. A large amount of internal organs rolled out from the hole in his chest and splashed all over the floor. There were also many white maggots burrowing through it.

Even by the standards of the Plague Warriors, such damage is considered fatal.

At this time, he noticed that the hatches of the "abandoned" maintenance boats were all open, and there were warriors wearing blue armor standing inside. The leader was wearing a Terminator Taito. Si, and beside him is the standard bearer of the Ranger Warriors.

Almost at the same time, several side doors opened at the same time, and many figures strode towards the battlefield. They were all ranger warriors armed with bolters, plasma guns and heavy flamethrowers. Among them were two think tanks, both of whom were holding weapons with one hand. A glowing scepter with a slightly silvery flame spitting out from the top.

The skitarii in red robes were also among them. Under the command of the ruling sage and the accompanying priest, they quickly established lines of fire.

"Heretics!"

Titus's voice almost drowned out the roar of bolters and arc guns.

"Your corrupted bodies and souls will end here!"

The Necrolord laughed, causing even the Nurglings around him to laugh in a dull, clammy cacophony.

The corpses of the dead living dead and servants began to melt and aggregate. From the surging corpse liquid, deformed outlines began to emerge one by one. The necrotic lord could carry these weak things. Not just to attract bullets, but also to invite reinforcements from Nurgle Garden.

“Is that all you have, corpse worshiper?”

The Necrotic Lord looked at the ranger warriors who jumped out of the maintenance boat, raised his finger and shook it.

"If this is the little trap you prepared, it won't be enough. You will be a good sacrifice. I will plant the seven plagues of the loving father into your humble flesh and blood, and watch you take care of me. The will of the Father comes to life ”

When the ranger warriors had greeted the followers and servants of the Plague God with intensive shooting, Titus raised the power sword in his hand and strode towards them.

"Heretic cowards, regret your past in the darkness."

The Necrotic Lord laughed, surrounded by the poisonous smoke of bacon, and strode forward ignoring the hail of bullets around him. , wielding the sickle to face the opponent's long sword.

In the burst of lightning, the two weapons were locked together——

(End of this chapter)

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