"Unfortunately, even the Lord of Rot can't save you."
Alexander planted the power sword on the ground and held the hilt with both hands.
The group of people watched as the blue pillar of fire exploded until Roshan was completely burned at the anchor point of subspace recovery, cutting off all possibility of resurrection.
"That symbol looks like it's summoning something. Do you want to interrupt?"
Magnus raised the Blade of Anu-Ninurta forward, and the surge of energy from his stance gave the entire space a sense of fragmentation.
Although the mountain of rotten meat was completely destroyed, the runes on the altar were nearly complete.
The power of subspace is infecting the material world, and the huge psychic storm blows the sound of wind in the corridor, like the cry of the undead.
"No, let's try it first and see how far they can go."
Alexander raised his hand to stop Magnus.
Thousands of years have passed since the Dark Ages, and the filth hidden in the darkness cannot be completely cleaned up during the Great Crusade.
I am afraid that after the next subspace storm arrives, the four subspace gods will not choose to fill up Horus, but will take the initiative to enter the material world to cause trouble.
Magnus didn't care about this, and slowly stopped the stance weapon in his hand. If a subspace creature was really summoned, it would be an additional research material for him.
"Captain Ansel, I'm afraid you have to come over and take a look."
The Thunder Terminator guard called his captain through the internal communication.
Just as everyone was focusing on the altar, Ansel took out the flare from his waist and came to the edge of the cliff.
Beep, beep beep!
Before the flare could be thrown down, the auspicious device emitted a series of beeps.
"Your Highness, there are many unknown creatures under the abyss."
Three flares were thrown into the abyss at the same time, and the strong light slowly fell, illuminating many skinny humanoid creatures with gray skin and fangs.
They were clawing at the protrusions of the rock wall with their sharp claws, crawling as if they were walking on flat ground, stopping from time to time to roar upwards, their needle-sized eyes full of excitement.
"It's a group of cannibal mutants. Such things will appear on planets that are about to perish and planets that are short of supplies."
Magnus came to the edge first and looked at the cliff along the light.
When Alexander illuminated the abyss below to reveal the white bones, Magnus had guessed that there would be some creatures like ghouls, otherwise there would not be so many human bones piled up together.
Sure enough, the appearance of these things had verified his conjecture.
"Alexander, burn them all. This kind of thing is more disgusting than aliens and mutants."
Even though Magnus had seen too much darkness, he still hated this cannibalism from the bottom of his heart.
Every planet the Thousand Sons Legion goes to collects local cultural and historical materials and species information for preservation, but they never make any records of certain creatures and save them for future generations. They are not worthy of the value of that page.
"Listen, there's the sound of bolters down there."
Alexander came to Magnus with sword in hand.
The monsters at the bottom of the abyss suddenly turned around and ran away when they heard the sound of gunfire. Only the monster that was halfway up was hesitating whether to go up or down.
"It was other exploration teams. They followed the gunfire and found this place."
Magnus turned to look at the altar. Because Alexander completely destroyed the followers of the evil god, the summoning did not seem to go so smoothly.
Alexander followed his movements and turned to look at the altar.
"The summoning seems to have been delayed. Magnus, please watch first while I go to eliminate these monsters and see who has such good luck."
Alexander lifted the power sword and swung it upwards, then held it in his forehand in the air and jumped down the cliff.
The white wings become increasingly ferocious under the reflection of the blue flames. The angel brings not only hope, but also eternal death.
When Alexander's wings passed over the heads of the monsters, the hot flames burned all organic matter. Countless fireballs fell off the cliff one after another, and the fat burned and crackled, emitting a strange fragrance.
With just a casual swing of the sword, the fire directly ignited the years of oil flowing under the white bones. For a moment, it was unclear whether it was the original blue flame or the phosphorus fire caused by the burning bones.
Many white bones gradually turned into a handful of white ash under the gaze of everyone on the high platform, and Alexander had already turned his wings and flew towards the corridor where gunshots were heard.
...
Bang, bang
The sound of bolters sounded rhythmically.
"Cover, exchange ammunition."
Team leader Bukaret stood at the front of the team, and the other four Thunder Warriors were regularly distributed on both sides of him to form a defensive formation.
Even when facing the corrupted zombies with no end in sight, each Thunder Warrior still saves bullets by firing bursts. They will choose to put an appropriate amount of zombies into the formation and kill them with melee weapons.
"Brothers Olmuz, protect our retreat. The augur shows that we are facing countless monsters."
Bukaret shouted back during the break between reloading.
Ormuz, who was holding a staff, led the other five Thousand Sons warriors to stick to the rear. They were already blocked by monsters on both sides.
"Brother, we have to keep moving forward. Only when we reach the place where the gunshots are fired will we have a chance."
Olmuz is already doing his best to protect the team from the invasion of poison.
In fact, it is not difficult to eliminate these corrupt zombies. What is difficult is how to escape intact.
Bukaret took the time to look back, seeing the same monster with no end in sight. He quickly scanned the weak part at the top of the corridor behind to make up his mind.
"Everyone poured out their firepower and reloaded, preparing for the next wave of explosive fire mode. We cleared a way out."
"Olmuz, blow up the back corridor and let's go straight forward."
Bukaret put on a new magazine, smashed the corpses in the formation with a hammer, and issued combat orders through internal communications.
"Copy that. I didn't expect that after fighting so many battles, I still don't feel rich."
The Thunder Warriors luxuriously pulled the trigger to the bottom, and the S-shaped fire snakes spit out from the muzzle suppressed all the rotting corpses in front.
This time was a war for which the Thunder Warriors had the most complete preparations and supplies. Unexpectedly, they were still overwhelmed by the monster's human sea tactics.
'Didn't they empty all the equipment that could be taken away from the Thunder Gunship? Why did they still save everything?'
'I don't know either. "
"But it's an interesting research topic, how about the mental illness research in Legion Zero.'
The Thousand Sons complained about the Thunder Warriors' weird fighting style through internal communications.
But Olmuz has already recorded everything about the Bucaret team, such as the fear of insufficient firepower before the war, excessive savings during the war, and the combat endurance far exceeding other legions.
"Prepare grenades for air blast."
Olmuz shouted, interrupting the slightly noisy voice of the internal communication.
Boom!
Several grenades were stuck and thrown at the weak part at the top of the rear corridor.
As the explosion sounded, huge rocks fell, and even more terrifyingly, countless quicksands were flowing down the cracks.
After confirming that the rear was blocked, the Thousand Sons turned around and stood together with the Thunder Warriors.
"Prepare!"
Bukaret gave an order, and everyone pulled the bolts of their guns and faced forward.
"Fire."
The Thousand Sons held down their bolt guns to resist the exaggerated recoil, and pulled the two-stage trigger directly to the bottom. Eleven fire snakes killed all carbon-based creatures frantically, clearing the corridor nearly fifty meters away.
"Olmuz, let's charge together next."
"Brothers, be careful to protect your wizard brothers on the road, and be careful not to let those disgusting mucus splash on yourself."
Bukaret issued the final combat order without any thought that his brother's troops had already listed him as a research subject.
The gunfire in front has stopped for a while. If they don't rush over, either the opponent's team will be wiped out, or they will lose support and get lost in this maze-like corridor.
"For Your Highness!!!"
The Thunder Warriors spontaneously stood on the outside and formed a charging formation, swinging their power hammers and making a whining sound.
