Standard Terra Calendar, 41, Ultramarine
This world is called Mistry and is located on the northwest edge of the Extreme Star Territory. Among the quiet stars, it does not have many distinctive features and is just an ordinary agricultural world.
But today its tranquility has been ruthlessly torn apart. Many things are pouring in from the subspace jump points outside the galaxy. They are not the Galaxy Runners who are gracefully and magnificently decorated with the Aquila emblem and church, but A corpse-grey behemoth with a huge shell.
They were once the Death Scythes of the Emperor, but now serve only the God of Corruption.
Even the most gullible of planetary overseers felt antsy as the battleships took up positions above Mistry's ridiculously meager orbital defences.
They sent messages to the leading battleship, a huge monster, but they all fell into the sea with no response.
Then various instructions were sent frantically to the defensive grid to order them to retreat, but by then even this gesture was too late.
The mild-mannered local residents had never seen a fleet in full force, so they could not be blamed for being ignorant of what was about to happen - they still looked up to the sky when the bombing came.
Afterwards, the sky was shrouded in white light, and the clouds were burned away. Before the precise strike of the light spear destroyed every command and control node across the northern hemisphere, the huge ships annihilated the orbital stations, and the burning objects rained down on various urban areas. After hours of continuous artillery fire, only bricks and rubble were left on the spot.
Burning flakes of promethium swept through what remained, searing them until they were black.
The huge granary became a cave with white steam, and the precious grain turned into burning dust.
When the bombing finally subsided, bombs carrying deadly viruses were dropped to the ground, continuing the unfinished massacre.
A week later, when the few survivors who had survived the bombing and virus torture slowly crawled out of the shelter they had found on the spot, with tinnitus in their ears and tearful eyes, they once felt that this was a terrible mistake that needed to be corrected. The worst is over, and attackers who are content with the apocalyptic destruction they personally bring about, for reasons that remain a mystery, may now move on to their next target.
But after that, the drop pod trailing a dirty trail tore through the smoky sky. Several clusters of teardrop-shaped adamantine objects smashed to the ground. A group of huge monsters made of ceramite and corrupted flesh emerged from the impact point. Appeared in the rubble pit.
Subsequently, more and more airborne pods landed, and even warriors in decaying armor rushed out of the poisonous air mass. Their faces were hidden in helmets equipped with sloping grilles. Most of the helmets had horns or knobs deep inside, and they could be seen through There are cracks all over the slimy armor, and even the squirming internal organs can be seen.
If you only look at their appearance, no one can imagine that they were once a group of stoic and tenacious warriors a long time ago.
The 14th Legion of the Great Crusade, once known as the Twilight Raiders, was renamed the Death Guard after the Primarch was recovered. It was also one of the traitorous legions during the Horus Heresy.
But what is worth pondering is that Nathaniel Gallo, the captain of the Death Guard, was also the first person to bring news of the great rebellion back to Terra.
Although the Death Guard participated in the Great Heresy, they were not what they are today. The Primarch at that time still resisted the Warp, until the Primarch's right-hand man, Tesifon, hatched a conspiracy.
As the Death Guard fleet advanced towards Terra, Tesphon took action. As First Captain of the Legion, he directed his men to frame and kill the ship's navigator, whom he claimed remained loyal to the Emperor and to their original origins. The body guarantees that he can lead the fleet to Terra without relying on navigators and using his own think tank.
The Primarch trusted him, but he did not expect that he led the entire Legion into a trap - the Death Guard fleet floated helplessly in the warp without a navigator, at the mercy of Chaos.
In the boundless wandering, the Destroyer Plague struck, and the Death Guard was knocked down by it, but Tesifon also received his long-awaited reward from the evil god Nurgle. He mastered the power of the plague and his body became Nurgle. Home to scale flies, armor has become a nest for plague.
After his transformation from Captain of the Death Guard to Herald of Nurgle and Master of the Destroyer Hive, Mortarion himself was forced to succumb to the plague and face the pain of Nurgle's plague like his sons. .
The evil god Nurgle came to the primarch Mortarion. He told Mortarion that if Mortarion was unwilling to swear fealty to the Plague God, they would be tortured forever.
In desperation, Mortarion broke his silence and swore fealty to Nurgle.
Although the suffering caused by the plague was ended, the Death Guard were re-transformed into a decaying army of Plague Marines, bearing no resemblance to their former self before entering the Warp.
After the defeat of Horus, Mortarion led his Death Guard in a war of destruction on more than twenty worlds and eventually retreated to the Eye of Terror, where he also received Nurgle's final reward, Elevated to a full-fledged Daemon Prince, he rules over one of Nurgle's greatest plague worlds within the Eye of Terror.
In the long time that followed, Mortarion never took a step out of his plague world, but would only send plague fleets to spread plague in the galaxy.
He became increasingly obsessed with the problems of the Warp, and although he returned from time to time to lead his Legion, in his absence the Legion began to fragment into many smaller warbands.
On the other hand, while the Death Guard splintered into factional warbands large and small, they never completely disintegrated as a cohesive force.
These warbands continued to fight with a common single purpose, never becoming overly involved in the civil war with the other Traitor Legions. Of all the surviving Traitor Legions, the Death Guard remained the most orderly and methodical, and the most important to the Imperium. The most threatening.
The end has come for Mistry.
With frightening efficiency, the Death Guard landed in the ruins of sector after sector.
They never asked questions and asked for nothing. As the storm-like aftermath rippled over the ruins of the city, and fierce acid rain splashed onto the still-hot metal, the survivors of the overturned city were hunted like ants. kill.
But their purpose is not just for pure killing.
The planet's capital was once the world's most populous city and received more enthusiastic attention than other regions, but all that was left of its former prosperity was a sunken ditch full of smoking ruins.
Suddenly, the shimmering air was violently torn apart, and neon arcs overflowed. The swirling sand and dust were stirred up like poisonous snakes, and the remaining bricks and gravel rolled down one after another.
The next moment, the silver sphere flashed into the world, decorated with surging dark energy. A sharp explosion suddenly occurred. The fragile appearance of the sphere was torn apart, and the fragments were scattered among the rubble.
In the center stood eight giant figures. Seven of them strode out, holding their scythes high in their thick gauntlets. Their rotten armors were covered with scratches and burns, as if they had just fought with a harsher opponent. Escaped from the frenzied battle.
The eighth man stood tall among these behemoths. His ancient armor was covered with rust and deep sword cuts. The frost brought by the void was steaming outwards. His yellow eyes flickered under the pale cloak like a shroud. Holding a flag with a huge bronze bell.
The Deathstroke, as most people call him.
At this moment, he was indifferently watching the demise of a world, with the foehn wind roaring through the disintegrated city scene, and the purgatory fire raging in the chaotic spiral tower filling it with fuel.
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