"Ahhhh--kill you!"
The Chaos Champion, who was almost burnt to a crisp by the flames, went completely crazy. The weapons in his hands attacked the Salamander Chapter Leader like a sudden storm, while Tu'shan was as silent and determined as a mountain in the storm, using steady and powerful swings or swings. Unstoppable heavy blows accurately break every opponent's attack.
Around the battlefield, the red pirates had been defeated. Their armor melted in the anger of the fire dragon veterans, and their flesh and blood turned into rotten corpse liquid flowing downward, revealing the mutated skeletons and rotten internal organs inside.
After a fierce attack, the Chaos Champion's scimitar hit Tu'shan's shoulder armor, but the fire dragon cloak covering it was stronger than imagined. The cursed weapon broke with a bang in the Chaos Champion's shocked eyes. .
In response, Tu'shan used all his strength and swung the heavy hammer upwards. The terrifying force directly threw the huge body of the Chaos Champion high into the sky, and hit the enemy's head again before the opponent landed.
This made the Chaos Champion let out a dull scream. The Salamander Chapter Master's power was so great that it not only shattered his Terminator armor, but also brought out a large bunch of broken bones and flesh.
As soon as he stood up after landing, a huge fist punched into his chest, tearing out all the organs inside. The champion's beating heart and distended stomach rolled and fell out of its body.
"Uh-huh——"
The sound that the Chaos Champion wanted to make in its throat was blocked by its own filthy blood. After taking two steps back, its body fell backwards and lay limply on a pile of corpses.
Tu'shan silently stepped forward and gave the Chaos Champion a final blow to the head, smashing it completely.
At this time, Tu'shan's armor was covered with blood and mucus splashed from the Chaos Champion. The smell of acid corrosion was so unpleasant that even the helmet's filter could not cover it up.
He looked around. Most of the Chaos Space Marines had been killed, but a few had escaped, but they would find themselves with no way to escape.
"The enemy has been eliminated, Chapter Master."
A Terminator steps up.
"The Mordian 227th regiment has just come to support. They have confirmed that the hive spire has not fallen yet."
"Well, I'll go see them later and you have to burn these things."
Tu'shan pointed to the body on the ground.
"all of these."
"yes."
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However, when the Salamanders Chapter rescued the Shepherd III planet, the Red Pirate Fleet that had been "defeated" was organized again, and its scale was larger than before. They quietly appeared at the edge of the galaxy, and the leading ship was named Extinction. The battle barge belongs to the Plague Army.
"Blessed Forgotten Messenger" Mosaviol Gunst stared into the void, watching the stars swim through the blurred observation port. His ship, the home of their former chapter, had long since lost its soul. Merely a machine, the deck is riddled with sores and bumps, the weapons are sizzling with bacteria, old rotting tanks are producing interesting viruses, the deck is filled with rust, and phages are fermenting in the infected bilges .
The Purifier, as they were once called, was an irony, its former glory now as irrelevant as the spit in your mouth.
Mosaviol was somewhat pleased to be able to lead such an attack, and although greater battles would one day call him, until then he had learned to enjoy indulgence, or rather entertainment - a Random killing, a small massacre between such serious battles.
Many people are curious about their relationship with other Death Guards who also believe in Nurgle. Mosavior can only say that the Death Guards are now arrogant. They are powerful, they are united, and they are also exclusive. For him This is especially true for such a "foreigner", but he doesn't care. There needs to be killing in the void, and this is something worth continuing.
Then, he turned and walked to the viewfinder covered with mold. As a unique Nurgle warband, their bridge could be called "clean" - but only relatively speaking.
Mosaviol looked down at the virtual image of the world he was about to kill once and for all, while the rest of the warband stood on observation decks, receiving the flickering scans.
As the deck shook, he could feel the heavy crunch of the huge gas bomb being lifted into its launch position.
"Salamander's figure is already in the trap."
His lieutenant, a huge, bloated creature covered in armor with horns, grunted dullly.
"According to the signal returned, it should be in this hive city."
The adjutant said, pointing to a city cluster area on the planet, and then a large number of interconnected hive spiers appeared on the display.
Mosaviol stared at the scanner, then laughed softly:
"It's stupid, all the time."
"Owner."
Suddenly, the person in charge of the sensor on the bridge made a voice. These words were grinded out from the rusty and blocked communicator grille. The man's fingers were stiff due to the erosion of cartilage, curled up on a patina terminal, due to the insertion. The tubes were pumping fluid regularly, and he couldn't get out of his seat.
"The fleet is about to enter the scanning range of the opponent's fleet."
"Send a signal to the fleet to attack the Salamander warships first."
"yes."
"We're going to take home a huge honor."
Mosavior summoned his Honor Guard and issued subsequent orders to the other Plague Marines in his warband.
"The opponent deserves our blade, but before that, let them taste the fine wine we have prepared for them."
Suddenly, a huge beam of light illuminated the observation window of the bridge, and then in the orbit of a distant planet, a Salamander frigate suddenly burst into flames——
Soshyan, who had just arrived in the Grief Galaxy, immediately received urgent information from the Fifth War Zone. When Tu'shan, the commander of the Salamanders Chapter, went to support the Shepherd III planet, he was ambushed by the Red Pirates. The opponent first used a feint to attack the planet. The salamanders were attracted to the ground, and then the lurking fleet suddenly rushed out, catching the fifth theater support fleet by surprise. After losing several battleships, it could only retreat temporarily. Then the red pirates dropped deadly virus bombs on the planet's surface. and conduct airborne operations.
Fortunately, the Fifth Theater Fleet quickly organized a counterattack to attack the enemy fleet, forcing the opponent to temporarily evacuate the planet's orbit. However, the empire did not control the sea. Now the fleets of both sides are still experiencing friction, but the situation on the planet's ground It is very pessimistic, and the Red Pirates have invaded the more important Endymion galaxy in a large scale, making the fleet in the fifth theater even more afraid to move lightly. They can only send small groups of support troops to the planet through rapid assaults by small boats. , and the situation of Captain Tu'shan cannot be confirmed at all.
(End of chapter)
