"There are more and more signs of decay, right up front."
Alexander was completely enveloped in the white aura, and he waved his wings and rushed to the front.
The walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with dirty, dried yellow-green pus, and the air was full of bacteria and viruses.
But after Alexander flew over, everything was burned and purified, leaving only the smell of fire burning hair and nails.
Magnus noticed that the Terminators could no longer keep up with Alexander's pace, but still did not say anything to ask him to reduce his flying speed.
This was Alexander's first battle, and it was also a battle where he embraced himself and his courage.
Ho~ho~
There were feeble roars coming from deep in the corridor.
Alexander flew up a few meters, and he was the first to see a group of corrupted zombies that were bloated and shambling.
They exuded a pungent smell, and thick corpse water gurgled out from their bodies.
"There are enemies ahead, fire freely."
Alexander shouted, immediately retracted his wings and flew around in a relatively narrow corridor.
Choke~,
The blue flame sword broke through the speed of sound in his hand and slashed in a beautiful arc.
Dozens of zombies blocking the way in the middle of the corridor suddenly froze in place. After Alexander flew away, their heads fell to the ground and rolled to both sides.
Their necks burned with pale blue flames, burning like maggots attached to their bones until they turned the entire corpse into a pile of white ash.
"For the Emperor! For His Highness!!!"
The Terminators raised their storm heavy bolters and spewed fire snake barrages forward, moving quickly to chase Alexander who was already far away.
The dozens of remaining zombies were shattered by the explosive bombs, and could not stop the Space Marines at all.
"Rancid, bacteria and viruses."
"Alexander's flames seem to kill them outright."
Magnus slowed his pace to record this rare scene.
Under the illumination of the white light on the Thousand Sons Staff, some of the walking corpses killed by Alexander were completely eliminated from the material world as blue flames rose.
In the past, when the Thousand Sons Legion dealt with these subspace incidents, they would always face endless resurrecting zombie monsters, so that each time they ended up burning the planet.
Now it seems that a way can be found to completely eliminate them, which means that the empire's properties can be preserved as much as possible.
"Father, there is something abnormal here, it seems to be some kind of curse."
The Thousand Sons Guards kicked away the ugly and weird corrupted creatures. The zombies were covered in horrific fleshy tumors, with strange animal heads emerging from them.
"Follow His Highness first."
Magnus used his psychic energy to lift up the Thousand Sons Warriors and quickly follow the light ahead.
Cursed or not, there is no time to stop research now, there is certainly enough material ahead.
...
Above the head is the eternal darkness, and below the feet is the bottomless abyss.
The spiritual light emitted by Alexander guided everyone towards the gathering place of countless forked corridors.
There is a circular altar.
A circular arena.
Thousands of disgusting walking corpses were densely packed, standing on this circular altar and moving blindly towards the center.
In the very center is a nearly ten-meter-high mountain of meat that smells of rot and flows with pus.
"Hahaha, finally here."
Alexander's hollow voice suddenly sounded, causing echoes around the altar.
The mountain of rotten meat slowly moved its buttocks to face the darkness and the deep wall.
Suddenly, a beam of spiritual light illuminated this dark place.
Alexander's figure suddenly flew out of the corridor, his wings spread out and he soared in the abyss.
The pure white spiritual light illuminated the entire altar along with the angel's figure, and also illuminated thousands of walking corpses.
"Yuck! That's disgusting."
Alexander felt nauseated as he hung his sword high in the air. He could clearly see the insects drilling in and out of the mountain of rotting meat.
Those corrupt creatures moved towards the center precisely because there was a big mouth on Roshan's belly that was devouring them one by one.
This thing looks very much like the Great Demon Nurgle - the Great Unclean One.
"This is just part of the cycle, and even you must be a part of it."
Rotten Meat Mountain stood up with a bone chopping knife the size of a door panel, causing pus and bile all over his body to spill onto the floor.
If the corrupted zombies entrenched around it get even a trace of contamination, their bodies will quickly become sick and grow grotesque tumors.
Their skin turned green, their bodies became more bloated, and their bodies were moving closer to those of the obese Great Unclean Ones.
At this moment, Alexander saw clearly that the rotten meat mountain was not eating the corrupt creatures, but transforming them and 'blessing' them.
'Hahahahaha, praise your loving father. '
'This is wonderful evolution, the great Lord of life. '
The Nurglings and corrupted zombies surrounding Roshan let out bursts of howls.
At this time, a string of bright spots jumped up and down in the corridor behind Alexander, and Magnus rushed out of the corridor with forty Space Marines.
"Magnus, do you recognize this thing?"
Alexander radiated his psychic energy, burning all viruses and bacteria in the air.
Magnus nodded, but did not name Nurgle or the Great Unclean One.
The Emperor once revealed to him the classification of the four warp gods in Alexander's memory, as well as all aspects of vigilance to be paid attention to.
"This thing shouldn't look like it came out of the inside. It should be a remnant of this world."
"All this is caused by radiation, viruses, death and despair on the surface, otherwise it wouldn't be just this."
Magnus was quick to express his opinion. They were invaded by viruses and bacteria every second they were here.
The Thousand Sons Legion has deployed its own psychic powers, silently protecting the Forbidden Army and Thunder Warriors. They have seen this kind of thing before, so they have their own unique way of dealing with it.
"Whether they are hopeless or not, let me purify it."
Alexander waved the flaming sword in his hand and clenched his left fist to mobilize powerful psychic power.
A blue flame that is so hot that it can burn everything rushes towards the altar as Alexander's figure.
In an instant, hundreds of green-skinned zombies were covered in fire. No matter how hard they beat them, they could not be extinguished, and they all wailed and turned into ashes.
Only a few walking corpses that were closer to the rotting meat mountain took the opportunity to wallow in the pus spilled by the rotting meat mountain and survived.
Magnus noticed when he arrived that Alexander seemed to have some ability to completely eliminate subspace creatures, and now he was even more convinced.
He did not take the initiative to join the battle, but he still observed Alexander's battle at all times and was ready to protect him.
"Hold the corridor and protect the escape route."
Magnus noticed that the Imperial Guards and Thunder Warriors behind him were eager to attack, and took the initiative to stop them to prevent them from being invaded by the virus in the air.
Now there are corridors extending in all directions. Only the way they came has been marked. If they want to go out, they can go back the same way.
The Thousand Sons stood behind the Terminator, the psychic staffs in their hands emitting bright white light.
"Ho ho, praise the Lord of life."
The Nurglings jumped and ran along the corridor towards the Thunder Warriors, and the zombies followed their footsteps and slowly moved in the direction of Magnus.
"Front, suppress fire."
Garst led the Terminator team to stand at the front, and the bullets from the storm heavy bolter formed a white spear of light and inserted into the circular altar.
All the creatures in this straight line were blown to pieces after being hit.
Nothing could defeat them in a corridor until the Terminators had poured out all their firepower.
