Amidst the roar of the melta gun and the suffocating heat, the huge chaos egg fell. This time it did not get up again, or even struggle. Bahram stared at its only remaining eye, which seemed to be human. My eyes saw relief and relief.
There seemed to be something inside the gradually collapsing flesh. Bahram bent down to pick it up and found it was a damaged shoulder armor with a mold lake logo on it, which seemed to be an open mouth swallowing a planet.
The Twelve Legions, the World Eaters.
Bahram didn't know his past name or what happened, but this tragic ending still made him a little sad.
"Uh-huh!"
But on the battlefield, there was no time for him to feel sad. When the bullets whizzed past his ears, Bahram immediately turned around and jumped into the bunker, and dragged back Faruhan who had been shot in the chest.
The Red Pirates' attack is still continuing. Some tall terminators have appeared. There are many heretics lying on the battlefield, but there are also many skitarii and servitors lying on the battlefield. The defenders have been forced back hundreds of meters. What's worse is that , Bahram has seen casualties.
Five recruits had already fallen, their life signals were dim, and several others were seriously injured and were dragged away by servitors and taken to the pharmacist.
Not only on his side, there were also nearly ten casualties in Armin's direction. Obviously, the pressure was even greater. Jacob in the rear had been ordered to dispatch a team to reinforce, but now the Red Pirates' offensive was like a fire, and from many The direction has invaded the star fort, and the rail transit station may also become an attack target for some fish that have slipped through the net, so the defenders there cannot continue to mobilize.
In other words, they will probably not have any reinforcements in the future. At most, they will be some skitarii and fighter servitors.
Bahram realized that this Red Pirates' attack was definitely different from the last naval battle. This time the Red Pirates were very determined, unlike last time when they were timid due to risks and casualties.
This battle may not be as easy as imagined.
When the battle entered a fierce stage, it was not only the Red Pirates who attacked the Blessing Barrier. Many foreign warbands who participated in the war were also sent by Huron to participate in this battle. The Black Heart King had already spoken. Whoever controls the Blessing Barrier will win the battle. He is the owner of this huge star fort!
For the necrotic lord who infected the apostle, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If a magnificent space fortress can be turned into a seedbed of plague, how much paternal grace can it spread to the mortal world?
And what kind of gift will he himself receive?
Therefore, the Necrotic Lord immediately led him and his plague warriors to join the battle, hoping to take the lead in controlling this war fortress.
The goal is simple, but the process is very complicated, but the first step has been completed, and their landing craft was very lucky to escape those crazy imperial fighters.
The seeds of decay have been sprinkled into the Star Castle. The infection apostles invaded from a maintenance airship docking station in Area B. This independent building once had pure and tidy corridors and clean cabins. Everything was so peaceful and peaceful, but now it is full of The buzzing of plague flies and the horrible wail of agony.
The Necrolord hums a sad tune as he walks, carving the Plague Father's symbol on the corpses he slays with his rusty scythe, turning their decaying corpses into poisonous power, increasing his supernatural power over the world. torture.
Then he turned to observe the work of his brothers, which had been transformed almost into a temple to Nurgle, filled with bubbling poisonous sludge and yellowed bones that withered into the trefoil symbol of the plague. Some bodies draped in red robes hung from the vaulted ceiling, rolling and groaning. They were either experiencing the last period of painful torture in their lives, or the beautiful life was about to burst out of their bodies.
"What a joy."
The Necrotic Lord nodded, and the corruption was proceeding smoothly as planned. The Corpse Emperor's servants paid no attention to this, as they were solely focused on dealing with the Red Pirates' savage attacks and the chaos these attacks caused.
By the time they discovered their doom, they were already helpless.
But this alone is not enough, they need to expand the infection, build more Father Shrines, and get closer to the core of the Star Fortress.
"let's go."
The Necrotic Lord weighed the scythe in his hand, and his voice sounded like the gurgling sound of a dying person.
The surrounding Plague Warriors nodded their helmeted heads and followed their leader like a zombie. There were 107 of them in total, all veterans who had caused harm to the empire for many years.
And there are not only plague warriors here, there are many shambling living dead following them, some are newly conceived, and some are dumped from their landing craft. These are slightly different from traditional zombies and still retain some consciousness. , you can even use simple weapons and firearms, and there are also some "elites" who wear dirty cloaks and hold laser guns to fight for their fallen masters. (The plague pig of the undertide accompanies me)
Not long after he walked out, he heard a loud noise in the distance. It was the roar of bolters, and each salvo sounded like a wail.
The moans of the mortal servants who started the attack soon fell silent.
"The corpse emperor's lackey."
A Plague Marine wearing a patchwork Terminator grunted and picked up the heavy explosive shell in his hand. All the bullets were soaked with filth. After years of development, the Infection Apostles warband also has its own Terminator team. They are all The total number of cronies of the Necrotic Lord is 17.
"Maybe,"
The Necrolord let out a deep laugh.
"Come on, brothers, let's go give these corpse emperor followers some generous gifts from the great father god Nurgle."
The infection apostles began to march in the spacious passage. Only the flickering light of the lighting ball illuminated their path. They did not hide their whereabouts. This was not their style. They were used to letting their deep voices mixed with phlegm flow. The rumble of footsteps echoed across the battlefield, shaking up the dust, letting the enemy know that death was coming towards them, ruthlessly and unstoppably.
Let the enemy only despair.
Soon, they discovered the first batch of corpses at the entrance to the main antechamber of the repair boat station. Their swollen and pus-filled bodies were torn apart by explosive bombs. A Plague Marine leaned over the pile of corpses and used The insect-like forelimbs of his Terminator armor turned over their shattered flesh.
The Necrotic Lord raised his huge plague butcher knife and scanned the distance, which was full of Mechanicus symbols and huge auxiliary facilities. Several maintenance boats were parked in the open space, connected to some maintenance lines.
Although the front hall was littered with corpses, it was strangely quiet, with only subtle moans and gasps coming from outside.
It seemed... too quiet.
