Large tracts of farmland were burning, and the flames flickered in the sky.
The straw made a crackling sound in the unbridled fire, and the burnt odor and rotten stench impacted the souls of the soldiers, but they still moved forward steadily.
Salamanders will love this fire.
Vox thought, he was walking through the farmland holding the poisonous scale flamethrower modified by the Death Guard. Yax is a typical agricultural planet, and more than 95% of the land here is planted. crops.
The remaining five percent consists of crowded living areas, fertilizer factories, and crop processing plants.
Vox didn't like it here, unlike Barbarus.
In order to supply food for the entire sector, the sky of Yax has long been obscured by the sewage emitted by fertilizer plants. The sky and rivers are poisonous, and only genetically modified plants can survive on the highly fertile earth. For mortals, In other words, they are even slightly corrosive.
But from what Vox knew about the Warp, he knew who would favor this land.
He marched silently in the flames, and the fire burned through his armor. From time to time, corpses that were so blackened that their skin was cracked were spit out from behind the advancing fire.
Smelly pus oozed from the wound.
Vox was expressionless, the phosphorus firearm in his hand spraying flames to ensure that every potential source of disease was eliminated.
According to the original plan, the Death Guard relied on the fire to force out the enemies hiding in the farmland one by one.
The roaring flies fell one after another under the burning of poisonous fire, the swaying plague zombies were bombarded by battleships before they emerged, and the Nurgle beasts dragging their long tails were roasted to death before they could climb out of the farmland.
From time to time, there would be huge explosions and pus flying in the burning farmland, and Vox was convinced that they had burned some kind of creature.
The poisonous phosphorus fire advanced, greedily devouring any life it encountered.
In order to prevent the enemy from developing resistance to poison, after discussions between Gallo, Vox and Malcador, the Death Guard selected three types of phosphorus fire bombs with different toxicities.
Different fuels are used in different areas. The gray, light green, and blood-red phosphorus fires complement each other.
The only thing that was the same was that at Malcador's insistence, these phosphorus fire bombs produced a large amount of smoke.
Smoke and dust were rising in the air, and now the fire was so fierce that the smoke and dust were like gauze, but Vox knew that as long as the flames dissipated, the mist on this land would be difficult to dissipate.
Reports from other companies came in, and Vox opened the communication channel.
"The Death Guards have all arrived at the designated location."
In this operation, all fourteen companies of the Death Guard were dispatched, plus the warships that occupied the air superiority, and the Cerberus vehicle company that followed the soldiers and moved forward slowly. The sufficient force brought about crushing. .
Vox took a deep breath and stared ahead. In front of the extinguishing fire was a fertilizer plant surrounded by two irrigation canals and a sewage canal. Rivers flowed in from both ends, and then the poisonous water discharged by the fertilizer plant was polluted.
This is the largest fertilizer factory on the planet, as big as a small city. According to Malcador's instructions, the Death Guard surrounded it in large companies in equal proportions.
Weird...tactics.
This is definitely not a tactic that would be done according to normal play. It is more like a layout with some symbolic meaning. As the temporary commander of the legion, Vox certainly knows what Malcador is going to do.
He felt his brain tremble. For a Death Guard who had been carefully taught by the Primarch to stay away from the Warp, what happened next might be too exciting.
...Mortarion is a sorcerer... psyker, Vox thought, which to some extent answered his attempt to teach the Death Guard numerology, but it turned out that no one except the crazy sage Is there a reason why the accuracy rate is less than 5%?
Because - that's not science at all.
Vox's mood is very subtle.
When Malcador said that they could not summon Mortarion on the Death Guard fleet because the Death Guard had too many anti-psionic devices.
The moods of Vox and Gallo were extremely subtle.
His father, who had always hated psykers, turned out to be a psyker with extremely high psychic talents.
Then those words he used to scold psykers... weren't they... scolded back?
Walkers interrupted this ridiculous idea in time. He stared intently at the factory in front of him. The fire was extinguished and the white mist was rising. It was coming.
In the hazy, choking smoke, Vox saw the faint Death Guard armor behind the remaining straw on the side of the river bank, with bone white and pale green looming.
I expected him to look the same from the opposite side.
"It's a pity you don't have a battle cry,"
In the cabin, Malcador said regretfully that according to Mortarion's request, the Death Guard all marched silently and never shouted.
"Otherwise you can call him a few words."
The old man joked towards Karas, but for the Pale Lord, silence itself is a part of his concept.
This is a summoning spell. If the conditions are changed, the process remains the same. As long as the opponent responds to them, (or does not respond but the suction power of the summoning spell is strong enough) they can also summon a Tzeentch Demon.
Karas was silent, feeling his heart pounding.
The next moment, Karas was engulfed in white light.
...The dazzling light dissipated, and Karas found himself standing in an empty, huge factory. The tall high-temperature furnace stood like a forest, and it was difficult to see the top at a glance.
Malcador and the Gray Knights were gone, leaving Karas alone.
Calastyphon took a deep breath,
"—Mortarion?!"
He let out a high-pitched cry, and the patterns on the mistletoe behind him began to extend as if alive. They snaked under his feet, guiding him on the correct path.
Karas started running,
"Mortarion?! Mortarion!"
Karas coughed violently,
"Mortarion, answer me! Answer the Death Guard! You have to wake up! Your situation is very dangerous - you have to wake up!"
Still no response, Karas thought for a moment and continued shouting,
"grim Reaper!"
He yelled, "I know you're upset! I mean - it's not that frustrating to realize you're a psyker! See! I'm a psyker!"
Mortarion is a psyker, or even some kind of warp being far beyond a psyker. Karastifon decided to put this at the top of the list of the coldest jokes he has ever heard in his life, unless there is stronger competition. For example, Hades is actually a psyker, otherwise he would always be at the top of the list.
He shouted, and Karas's voice gradually became quieter, not because the voice he shouted was tired, but because he gradually entered another world of silence.
After all the sound disappeared, the white mist gradually surged up, and Carastiphon saw those bone-white guys.
A smaller version of the Death Guard.
They stood on the iron frame of the factory, on the assembly line that had long since stopped, hiding in the corners of the machinery, staring at him intently.
Karas was sure that at some point, he felt something creepy.
Each Death Guard has its own unique pauldron pattern. Except for the Death Lord himself, who can read all of them, others can only read part of them.
Karas was sure he saw the patterns on the pauldrons of several dead men.
He subconsciously stepped lightly as if he realized something. Karas raised his head and looked between the tall steel furnace matrix——
At that moment, Karas felt his vital signs stop for a moment.
There was no sound. The guy was sitting on top of the highest steel furnace. The white mist was flowing down. It was motionless and did not look at Karas. It just lowered its head and sat there, doing nothing.
It was not wearing armor, just a withered cloak like a god of death, pale and dim in color, with hoarfrost climbing on it, outlining a certain pattern - it was like the human eyes imitated by some insects in nature.
But what shocked Karas most was not just that. He stared at it, and behind it—
There is a pair of folded wings.
The huge, bony wings of some insect, the same color as the cloak, looked like dead leaves fallen in late autumn, with ragged edges, and the ridges of the wings were held up by white bones.
If it were Karas in the past, Karas would have shouted a hidden, psionic alien the moment he saw this thing.
But now, Karas can only ask cautiously,
"Mortarion?"
There was no sound, and the existence paid no attention to him.
It reminds Callas of moths, those that stop on the wall as if they have never left in a lifetime, still, motionless, and unpredictable by humans.
So what should he do?
Karas remembered Malcador's instructions and he struggled to pick up the mistletoe. This was a bit too difficult for Fearless.
He raised the scythe,
"Hey! Death, look here!"
The next moment, the existence turned its head,
Not only did he turn his head, but he also rushed towards him like a real moth seeing the light source.
"Hey! Wait-don't come here-! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
No more
(End of chapter)
