"Repulse them! Reinforcements are on the way! Don't let go of a lackey of the Lord of Corruption, for Kane! For survival!"
The moment the airdrop pod opened, Nucrian Lotis, a former soldier of the Sixth Company of the Death Guard and now the captain of the "Zero" team of the Sixth Sepsis Battalion, let out a deep laugh.
Although he couldn't understand the language of this inferior race, he could understand the fear and despair in the other person's heart——
The most fragrant flowers always bloom in the soil of despair.
With this thought in mind, he took his notebook from the hands of the cheering Nurgling, took out the pen on his shoulder, and wrote this sentence.
The armor of New Crean Rotis showed a sickly green color as a whole. The dirty and rusted armor together with the rotten flesh presented a "giant look" like a decomposing corpse. Sores, ulcers and open wounds were everywhere. It can be seen that the wriggling tentacles and the iconic bone horns on the left shoulder prove further mutations, and the face has long mutated into a strange structure. Only a copper ball can be seen embedded in the broken inner armor, showing this. A Plague Marine embraces the blessed power of Nurgle.
Most of the time, he was always surrounded by two chirping Nurglings. One held a plague incense burner given by the demon primarch Mortarion, which always exuded the deadly fragrance of the disease. He was wearing a rusted and damaged helmet that once belonged to him when he was still a human.
Unlike most plague lords, Newkeran Rotis has absolute loyalty to the father of genes, Mortarion, and devotes himself wholeheartedly to the Legion. This loyalty even exceeds his loyalty to Nurgle. His faith also won him the favor of Mortarion.
In the long war of thousands of years, the Galaxy has become an even crazier place. This madness has also infected most of the former legionnaires. Betrayal and arrogance have become a kind of epidemic, but Newkeran Lotis did not Infected with many vices.
He remembered the battles of the Dusk Raiders before the Legion became the Death Guard, when he was scrawny and covered in scars, marks of his pride.
And before that, he remembered what it was like to live on Barbarus as a child. It was a nightmare. There was nothing worse than this - fighting for survival in a prison filled with only the dead or the living dead. Fight hard.
It was Mortarion who brought them liberation, something the rest of the Legion would never understand.
Nukrian Rotis believed that he was not a blind fanatic. He understood that the Primarch also had weaknesses, but he would never forget his first action to gain freedom. He could only witness the warlords on the mountain cowering. Mortals do what they do with impunity, and no one can truly understand the true nature of the Lord of Death's loyalty until he or she witnesses what he does to save his people.
This is why, even with the rifts from Typhons and the various brutal warlords, the Death Guard has never truly been divided.
The veterans of the Legion remain grateful, never forgetting the Primarch's attempted but ultimately failed efforts, one of whom was Nucraan Rotis.
Therefore, in this raid, Typhons is the leader, and Newkeran represents the will of the original body. The cooperation and game between the two determines the success or failure of the entire operation.
But fortunately, compared to the stubbornness of most people in the Fourteenth Legion, Newcraan Rotis has a sharp mind that is completely different from his huge and slow body. Especially among the Death Guard, he can be called the Ogryn. smart head.
However, this led to the emergence of another peculiar flaw, that is, he had a morbid obsession with all philosophical thinking, and occasionally he would be deeply involved in it and could not extricate himself.
Newcraan Lotis even requires his warriors to learn to think well.
"The Sixth Sepsis Brigade is in place."
Raising his head and watching the dark green scratches passing by in the sky, Newcraan Lotis sent a signal to an entity in the distance.
Typhons in the fleet was responsible for weakening the enemy's firepower, and Newcraan Lotis led the team to raid the fortress. This was a previously designated plan.
"Let the wrath of a loving father fall upon these despicable aliens."
Typhonse's lukewarm voice rang in his ears, and Newcraan Lotis just hummed in response.
To be honest, he didn't like Typhons at all. This guy didn't even respect the Primarch. He saw himself as his loving father's favorite son, but he forgot who made him an Astartes.
However, the overall situation is the most important thing, and he has no intention of making trouble with the other party. When the war is over, both of them will have plenty of time.
All the elements have been sorted out in his mind. Nucraan Rotis' slow movement has now completely become a part of his body. The exoskeleton that used to be called power armor immediately let out a rusty sound like a door opening. There was a friction sound, and when the soft soles of his feet stepped on the hard ground, they would also make a "pop" sound like a wet sponge.
The pink Nurgling wearing his former helmet noticed his movements and walked away arrogantly. Another Nurgling jumped on his shoulder holding a rusty incense burner.
Behind him, the soldiers of the "Zero Pan" team followed their lord with loaded guns and live ammunition.
On the wider battlefield, landing cabins were opened one after another with corrosive green gas, and staggering decaying giants walked out of them.
What greeted them was the intensive firepower of the Dark Eldar, but these giants in decaying armor were still unhurried, as if they were just taking a walk.
More than two thousand Plague Marines participated in the landing operation, including a large number of affiliated cultists, some armored vehicles and a small demon group. They approached the main building of the Aether Fortress from three directions, while the distant fleet continued to bombard it. This etheric fortress forced the defenders to invest a lot of energy into the shield, thereby weakening the firepower on the ground.
The Dark Eldar were not willing to sit still and wait for death. They kept shooting with poison crystal guns, and at the same time controlled the tear cannon and pulse cannon on the fortress to create micro explosions one after another on the battlefield.
In response, twelve roaring war machines slowly drove out of the thick green fog at the edge of the battle line.
They are huge in size, comparable to the largest armored vehicles in the empire. Their overall outline is like a crawling beetle. The rusty green metal shell is full of corroded holes, making them look like scavengers. A garbage truck that was pieced together.
In front of the car body is a huge and thick blade, with heavy assault guns on both sides, and a heavy explosive bomb on the car body.
But the most eye-catching thing is the exaggeratedly huge mortar behind its body.
