Standard Terran Calendar 41
Endymion Star Cluster, Fifth War Zone, Slgard System, Shepherd III Planet, Aitra Hive
"Encountered an enemy."
After calmly uttering a sticky word, the leader of the Plague Army, Mosaviols Kavilla, pulled the trigger of the bolt gun, and more than a dozen explosive bombs roared into the green mist of Lake Mo, sharp and sharp. The cry came immediately.
Beside him were twelve burly warriors. They wore light green power armor with white trim. The shield on their right shoulder was painted with the emblem of worship of the loving father Nurgle-three as if It’s flies that gather together to talk.
For a moment, in response to the explosive bombs, bullets from the laser gun whizzed past, but they mostly bounced off the warrior's armor harmlessly.
Mosaviolscavilla felt like someone was rubbing his helmet, but felt no pain. He fired a dozen more rounds into the fog, each one accompanied by a scream, closer this time. .
To his left was the heavy weapons hand of the team, howling a tuneless battle dirge to the roar of his autocannon.
Rows of soldiers in azure combat uniforms emerged from the fog like ghosts. They wore gas masks and looked like aliens - big black eyes and metal noses.
Mosaviol Kavera knew these tenacious mortals, the Mordian Iron Army.
Only this world-famous iron army can continue to fight despite the baptism of virus bombs. However, they cannot hold on for long, and only the last small area of the entire hive is left.
Those soldiers who emerged moved very quickly, with the front row kneeling, the second row standing up straight, laser guns raised and ready to fire, while the fallen soldiers huddled on the floor.
The surrounding mist is like green tentacles, detecting the living and caressing the dead.
A sergeant roared and fired a volley, the crimson rays sweeping like hail across the attacker's armor, but to no avail.
Mosaviol Cavila calmly fired a round and watched as the sergeant's head exploded into flesh and bone.
Other warband members then rushed into the Mordian lines.
For Mosaviol Cavila, time seemed completely frozen in the first seconds of the conflict as he observed the coming destruction—
The heavy weapons man hummed a song, no doubt following the hell choir that was constantly singing in his head. Death bullets sprayed from the automatic cannon floated in the air. His deputy, Owen Kay, wore a helmet without any The distinctive helmet didn't even have eye slits. He used his chain sword to wash away the enemy soldiers. Farther away from him was Morale, his head turned back at an unnatural angle, with a smooth slit covering his mouth. The muscles of teeth begin to protrude from the mouth, and the Merciful Apothecary, the red filling the air as his chainsaw ax chops off his opponents limbs, the Apothecary always cries for his victims because they can never Understand the joy of serving the true God.
In the blink of an eye, the still image in Mosaviol Cavila's mind melted away, and the motionless warriors began to move again. Corpses were piled at their feet, and the waving chainsaw blades created a lake of mold. Lair's terrible tongue lashed among the soldiers, cutting flesh. Despite being outnumbered, the Chaos Space Marines carved shards of flesh into the Imperial guard's lines. Their powerful power armor easily withstood bayonets. The soldiers tried to use human sea tactics to drown the attackers, but the result was... In vain like the sea crashing against a tidal wall.
A commissar wearing a gas mask bursts into the fray, raising his power sword and yelling at the soldiers to fight to the end.
Ignoring the lasers fired at him, Mosaviol Cavilla smiled triumphantly, drew his rusty machete, and rushed through the ranks of soldiers, attacking the officers with blow after blow.
Suddenly, a bayonet stabbed Mosaviol Cavila on the body. The leader of the war gang raised his hand and blasted the owner of the bayonet in the head. More bayonets stabbed his power armor, but it had no effect.
In the end, he failed to catch the political commissar. He led the remaining soldiers to escape, and Mosaviol Cavila did not bother to pursue him.
There was only one soldier standing alone, holding his broken arm. Mosaviolscavilla walked up to him and stretched out his left hand to gently scratch the leather on the soldier's mask. The gas mask was cut into two pieces. Half, revealing a pale face.
"Where is the Chapter Master of the Salamanders hiding now?"
The young soldier's eyes were dazed. Subconsciously, he took a deep breath and started to flinch, then his mouth opened wide and his throat grumbled. Mosaviolscavilla watched the dark green living fungus emerge from the soldier's mouth, causing him to The neck is bulging.
Soon, the soldier knelt down, small mushrooms sprouted from his nostrils, and then fell sideways with a strangled groan, his eyes glazed over.
Within seconds, the body was wrapped in fungus and pinned to the ground.
Mosaviolscavilla took a deep breath. The spore-filled air tasted bitter, as if mocking the fragility of the faithless.
The sounds of battle gradually faded away, and the area where a row of determined soldiers once stood now contained piles of broken corpses. Small spores in the mist had been planted in the flesh of the blood-stained wounds, and on the green shoots. grow out.
Morale was transforming, his eel-like appendage spitting out a mouthful of half-digested meat, and then retracting back into his distended mouth. Mosaviolscavilla couldn't quite figure out what the current situation was. Whether he is a possessed warrior or not, due to his outstanding courage, Morale was blessed by the gods, allowing him to burst these mutations from his flesh when threatened, although his comrades watched in awe. , but Mosaviolscavilla did not share their admiration. He still remembered the noncommissioned officer before he was consumed by these gifts. He who could once boost the morale of the company with his easygoing attitude and wit has long disappeared. .
"It seems Huron has sent a new team of killers."
The deputy of Mosaviol Cavilla muttered these words, which made his stomach churn.
He admitted that it took him a little longer than expected, but wasn't Huron impatient? To seize a Chaos Space Marine's prey from his hands is a great disgrace, and even a devoted disciple of the Father would not tolerate it.
Or at this final stage, the salamanders have been blocked by them and have nowhere to go. What is the difference between this and picking peaches?
Then he raised a hand.
"Release the soul grinder and kill all living people, even those sent by Huron! I will never allow anyone to rob me of my merits!"
At this moment, a swollen body carrying heavy instruments shuffled to his side, and a few words rolled out of his mucus-filled throat.
"Master...the imperial fleet is coming...the red pirate fleet cannot resist...it must be done immediately——"
Before he finished speaking, a rusty long knife instantly cut off his neck with boundless rage, ending his announcement of bad news.
