For the former Fourteenth Legion, it has been many years since there has been such a large-scale rally. Warships of large and small sizes poured out from every crack in the Plague Star, from the corrupt spaceports and the dark fortresses.
Those living ships, surrounding the huge sickly yellow star, were like a long string of filthy spots spread out, and their dark green sign lights were dim and weak.
Under the shadow of the Plague God, these metal creations are eroded every day by the decay that can make all things wither, but at the same time they are also nourished by it, becoming one of the countless paradoxes of the subspace - the most powerful and the most pathological. , the most decadent but also the strongest, the most unified and the most changeable.
Most battleships are engraved with their own unique symbols, indicating that they belong to a certain warband. Although the Death Guard is famous for its unity, in fact, serious divisions inevitably occurred during the thousands of years of war.
However, under the command of the original body, many warbands such as the Pale Hands, the Fertiles, the Choir of Rot, the Lord of Darkness, the Plague Apostles, the Rotting Claws, the Weepers, and the Carrion Hounds put aside many of their past prejudices and once again Unite under the banner of the Plague God and fight for one goal.
Looking at the magnificent fleet outside, Luo Ga, the leader of the Plague Lord warband (this guy really has this name, I had to use this homophonic name to avoid duplication of names) couldn't help but sigh.
As a non-legionary warband, they are not welcome here, and few warships are willing to approach them, although their bodies are as corrupt as those of the descendants of the Fourteenth Legion.
But their lineage is always doubtful.
According to the only historical records of the warband, the Plague Lords were once a loyal Space Marine chapter called "Pterodactyl Spear", and they were also a group of 30 Space Marines who were forced by Saint Barius to carry out the Abyssal Expedition. One of the groups.
But no one knows how the Winged Dragon Spear Chapter became the Plague Lords it is today. In short, they became believers of the Corruption God, obeyed the orders of the Corrupted Primarch, and even participated in the famous attack on Vraks. City battle.
Luo Ga knew little about the origins of this, as he did not enjoy studying the past as much as his previous warband leader.
His world is shallow, full of murder and obsession, driven only by current impulses and contempt rather than by the tangled web of cause and effect created by history.
The leader of the warband then looked out of the near-view window of the bridge and saw part of his ship, the Stone of Sorrow.
Groups of growths wrapped around it and condensed on it. The huge turret was almost completely covered by blistered synapses. It was difficult to recreate the original appearance of the ship. Besides, Luo Ga was not a shipbuilder. I'm too lazy to waste energy on imagining.
It has been nearly five hundred years since the Stone of Sorrow became the mobile home of the warband, but it still maintains excellent performance. Although the ship's latent consciousness will deliberately exclude the residents above from time to time, its power cannot be underestimated.
Years of wear and tear have made its bones stronger, its creaking arsenal more devastating, its engines running more powerfully and always roaring like life.
Perhaps it will never be a flexible ship, and its firepower will never be able to match that of a fully armed battleship, let alone send a huge formation of fighter planes to the battlefield like an aircraft carrier, but it will still be an extremely tough ship. Ancient warrior.
With dissatisfaction with the alienation, Luo Ga touched the convex corners on his forehead and sat back in his seat amidst the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Everyone in the warband was excited for what was to come, even the stubborn zombie apothecary was visibly excited.
Luo Ga tapped his soft knees with his armored fingers. He could see the captain just a hundred meters ahead, his body sunk deep in a grid composed of circular nutrition tubes.
Like most captains in the service of the Plague God, he had become part of the warship, limbs and torso fused into a ganglion of wires and plugs, eyes obscured by tubes leading to external sensors, fingers on Lost consciousness in the twisting and trembling of the signal relay.
Luo Ga could see chicken pox on the exposed skin of the other man's neck, and it was already serious enough that he might have a few more years to live before insanity or physical collapse ended his long life.
He will then rot, integrate into the flight capsule, and become fertilizer, providing rich nutrients for the survival of his successor when the next captain is transplanted.
For those who care about these things, especially those who are priests, it is part of the great trajectory of rebirth, the essence of great teaching.
Luo Ga turned his head and looked out the window. Starships were crowded from all directions, and even his twisted soul was slightly rippled.
It was as if all of space had completely disappeared, replaced by a forest of plasma filled with the glow of overmixed thrusters.
Then he saw the thing.
Among the many famous warships, that one stands out.
It has contended with monsters and legendary warships with deep roots since the beginning of recorded history, and remains strong to this day.
It was perhaps the most sinister-looking of all the ships present, twisted and altered by the power of the god, so rotten that it would have fallen apart had it not been for the power of the Plague God pulsing within its ancient heart.
From a distance, the old ship's spine has been severely corroded, and its ridges are mixed with dissolved heavy metals and bubbling plague broth. For this reason, its precise size is impossible to determine, because a mass of It's obscured by warp flies covering thousands of kilometers.
Over countless centuries, it has formed a permanent closed zone, with a thick layer of insects flying around in space. Such a scenario is completely impossible in reality.
But Luo Ga's sight could penetrate those shields, and he could see two large holes in the rusty bow, outlining a circle of iron rings, which were covered with yellowed tusks, like two terrifying huge mouth.
If you were swallowed by that huge mouth, it would definitely feel like being swallowed by a living thing.
Of course, this is pretty close to reality.
"The Terminus...is here too."
Luo Gamo rubbed his fingers and said the name of this great ship.
The Terminus is a Predator-class battleship and the prototype of this type of battleship. It was completed in a shipyard on the moon. Because of its unique design, it is larger and more powerful than previous models, but it is also more bulky.
The Emperor created the ship for his own Space Marine Legion and bestowed it upon the Dusk Raiders, who would become the Death Guard.
The Terminus was a huge warship even during the Great Crusade. Its hive-like hull carried firepower capable of leveling cities. Its deck was large enough to accommodate hundreds of aircraft. Its distinctive forked bow It can serve as a launch bay and gun deck, meaning it can launch assault boats while simultaneously conducting orbital bombardment of a planet.
Not long after the Primarch's return, the Terminus became the flagship of Typhons, First Captain of the Death Guard, and was corrupted by the Plague God during the Heresy, growing and twisting even to this day.
To the Imperium, the battleship had become an affront to the Emperor, a scar that would never heal from the Great Heresy, and an eternal reminder of treachery.
Just as Luo Ga was deep in thought, the communications officer's thick voice suddenly sounded.
"Master, the flagship sent an order and we were organized into the second assault group."
"Roger it, do you have any more?"
"The new coordinates have been transmitted, and we will go to the door of the Eternal Secret Code."
Hearing that name, Luo Ga was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of it at all.
"What's that?"
"The directive didn't mention it."
"Okay, what is the target of this attack?"
"Comoros."
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The branch has been deleted and the previous two chapters have been revised. Please read them again.
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