"The abomination is attacking, everyone seek cover and implement plague weapon prevention protocols!"
Ward tried to pull himself out of his despair and shouted with his almost voiceless throat.
The plague weapons used by the abomination warriors are so terrible.
Plague bombs exploded one after another across the front, expanding yellow explosion clouds filling the sky and then spreading downwards, obscuring the trenches.
The poisonous fog was unusually thick, reaching an unnatural level, and more wailing could be heard from the fog.
Ward instinctively tightened his protective suit, then remembered something and quickly took out the special repair tape to wrap the torn area tightly, circle after circle.
He patched up every possible breach.
Imprisoning one's body in protective clothing filled with old sweat and low-quality odor.
The plague fog came over little by little, reaping the lives of the soldiers.
"We have encountered the most terrible plague since the war!"
Ward witnessed with his own eyes a soldier who was infected with the plague in an instant because his mask fell off, and turned into a swollen, pale corpse.
That was only the beginning, and then the plague desecrated the corpse, causing it to rise again.
Snap——
His laser pistol smashed the plague walker's head to prevent the soldier's body from being further desecrated.
However, none of this helped.
The poisonous fog of the plague still drifted over coldly, drowning the trenches and the sound of gunfire along the way, and even the mechanical artillery was corroded and silenced.
Beside him, the sergeant with only one hand left shouted and fired aimlessly:
"Sir, we can't stop it. We can't stop the abomination's attack at all. Everyone is going to die!"
"We can't hold on any longer. Let's retreat."
"Death to all heretics!"
Ward knew that he could not hold the position, and even his superiors had lost contact, but they still did not give the order to retreat.
Where can they retreat to? And if they escape, who can protect the tens of millions of lives in Harbor City?
But he also did not execute the cowardly non-commissioned officer who suggested retreat.
It's better to let them die on the battlefield, at least we can fire a few more bullets.
The major had already made up his mind to die.
Fortunately, a gust of convection wind blew over, temporarily dispersing some of the plague fog and giving the 97th Regiment of Cowes a chance to catch their breath.
"The Emperor protects us!"
Ward shouted excitedly and led the soldiers to launch a counterattack, with laser beams and artillery fire flying towards the abomination warriors.
But such an attack was like a tickle to the Death Guard.
They hummed sad hymns and rushed directly into the jungle of laser rain. Even if they were shot, they would only lose some rotten bodies and tentacles.
What's more, most of the attacks hit the armor and had no effect at all.
"Weak mortal warriors, abandon the cold and heartless Corpse King and join the eternal death and rebirth. The Holy Father will grant you more generosity."
The Death Guard sneered.
They shot as they moved forward.
The rusted and decayed bolter was still deadly, capable of rupturing bodies on contact and blowing holes in the rear fenders.
More lives were taken.
Ward struck a Death Guard, burning a hole in its skull, but the blow failed to kill it.
The abominable warrior turned around and smiled cruelly.
The explosive bullets swept over, and the soldiers in the trenches were unable to dodge and turned into blood foam.
Ward was not killed by this round of attack. He watched helplessly as half of the one-armed sergeant's body fell down and continued to twitch.
That was his last non-commissioned officer.
The enemy's attack became more fierce. Hateful machines made of flesh and metal began to appear in the fog. They were covered with rotten shells all over their bodies, and their eyeballs were like ghostly green lights.
That's the Demon Engine.
The demon engines raised their brass muzzles, spewing more deadly venom that was strong enough to corrode steel.
Others can spit out vicious flames and swarms of rotting flies.
This caused heavy losses to the 97th Regiment of Cowes, who had no power to resist at all, with dozens or even hundreds of people dying every second.
Their lines collapsed with alarming speed.
"Emperor, the devout believer prays for your mercy..."
Ward was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the explosion and helplessly begged the Emperor: "I beg you to send the holy angel to destroy the abomination that has invaded here!"
He knew clearly that the only thing the Imperium could do against these abominable warriors was the Emperor's Angels.
The major was fortunate enough to witness the coming of angels during a war. Those warriors descended from the sky and were so powerful and unstoppable.
Suddenly, his blurred vision saw something, one burning fireball after another.
This seemed to activate past memories.
That was the scene of the Emperor's Angels descending. The Emperor's Angels and Ultramarines guarding Ultramar were about to descend into this world.
They are saved.
"Praise the Emperor!"
Despite his injuries, Ward climbed up and shouted in the channel: "That divine being has sent His angels, and we have hope for salvation.
All soldiers, hold the line!"
In an instant, the 97th Regiment of Coss erupted with more combat power and unexpectedly blocked a wave of attacks.
Some soldiers even strapped bombs to their bodies and bombed the heretics in order to stop them.
This is the importance of morale.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, the imperial army can burst out with amazing energy.
Some well-equipped and high-morale mortal troops can even kill Space Marines when under extreme conditions.
Above the front line.
The traces of fire became clearer and clearer, and they were airdrop pods descending one after another at high speed.
But the strange thing is.
Although the airdrop pods are similar in size, they vary in appearance. Some are gorgeous, some are hideous, and they have various intimidating decorations.
Some airdrop capsules even emitted extremely violent music during their descent, more like some kind of customized airdrop equipment.
Boom boom boom.
Airdrop pods fell one after another, and the ground shook.
A roaring demon engine was unfortunately hit and turned into scrap metal, which accidentally saved more lives.
Ward stared at the drop pod that destroyed the demon engine not far away, hoping to witness the heroic figure of the Emperor's Angel with his own eyes.
Bang!
Flames erupted from the airdrop pod, and a tall, intimidating figure rose in the center.
"Angel..."
Ward almost knelt down in enthusiasm. The angel was so sacred and majestic, with ferocious armor, flaming wings, and sharp horns.
"No, that is not the Emperor's Angel!"
However, the next moment, he realized that his voice was stuck in his throat.
What appeared before him was not any known Emperor's Angel, but some kind of abominable warrior, from whom he could sense a strong aura of heresy.
Seems even scarier than the Plague Abomination Warrior.
roar--
"Let the fire of fear consume everything!"
The Dread Warrior Brokenhorn raised his flaming power axe and let out a terrifying roar.
This seemed to be some kind of signal, and the other fear warriors also roared.
The Dread Legion...arrives on the battlefield!
In an instant, Ward couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, and his legs went weak.
A new abominable enemy has appeared on the battlefield!
The Dread Warriors landed between the Death Guard and the 97th Regiment of Calth.
This scene made the major and the soldiers even more desperate.
Because the new hateful enemy was too close to them, they had no chance to react at all.
They wanted to launch an attack, but they lost the ability to act because of the fear in their hearts. It seemed that if they angered these hateful warriors, they would be turned into minced meat.
However, under the desperate gaze of Ward and the soldiers, the Dread Warriors charged at the Death Guard like beasts out of a cage.
Their morale was higher and their weapons were more sophisticated, and they broke through the Death Guard's defenses in one fell swoop.
Then they would just hack and slash randomly, fearing that their enemies would be snatched away by others.
Those are all white blood spots!
"What on earth is going on? Why are the abominations fighting?"
Ward was confused and didn't know what was going on.
But he still ordered not to attack the fear warriors so as not to anger these guys. After all, they showed no signs of attacking humans.
Soon, the soldiers organized themselves to continue attacking the Death Guard, acting as support.
Ward had just fired a few shots when he noticed something flying towards him and immediately lay down to avoid it.
boom!
The Dread Warrior's broken horn was hit by the Death Guard's heavy artillery and flew backwards into the trench.
As soon as he got up, he saw a mortal major looking at him in fear, and even slowly raised the toy-like laser pistol.
The next moment, the rear turret was hit by corrupted psychic energy and collapsed onto the two men.
"Mortal, you are not dead?"
The tall figure with broken horns blocked the wreckage of the turret and looked at the major nervously, as if he was worried that the other party would die in front of him.
That would be troublesome.
When he found that the major was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he's not dead. You'd better get away and don't interfere with my killing!"
Then, the dread warrior flapped his wings suddenly and flew back to the distant battlefield, chopping off the head of the Death Guard Librarian with one axe.
Ward was blown down by the wind raised by the flaming wings, and his protective suit was wrinkled by the heat.
He was a little confused: "The Hate Warrior saved me?"
The major came to his senses, got up and observed the battlefield, and found that the fear warriors did not show any signs of harming humans. Instead, they would protect humans in times of crisis.
It seems to be worried that humans will die in front of it.
This was an extremely rare occurrence, as in the heat of war, the Emperor's Angels rarely cared about the casualties of mortal armies.
More consideration is given to victory in the war.
In fact, it is not just this battlefield, it is also the case in other places.
An apostle responsible for recording the war even discovered that these fearful warriors who obeyed the Dark Lord cared about human lives more than the Emperor's angels.
Due to genetic defects, some Chapters of the Emperor's Angels may kill humans or disregard the lives of mortals in battle.
However, such a phenomenon will hardly occur in the Legion of Fear, and human casualties on the battlefield where they are will be greatly reduced.
It is undoubtedly a great irony that Chaos heretics know how to protect Humanity better than the Emperor's Angels.
The war apostle had no idea why this happened, and because of this heretical record, he was investigated and tried by the relevant departments of the empire.
But there is no doubt that this thing is true.
That was the work of Ron's Dark Vest.
In order to prevent the Dread Warriors from slaughtering humans indiscriminately, he deliberately controlled the behavior of these Chaos Warriors.
But not through direct orders, as such a ridiculous order would provoke rebellion from the Chaos Warriors and cause more trouble.
He does this through rewards and faith.
In the beginning, the Dread Warriors did kill mortals.
But they soon discovered that killing mortals would not only deduct health points, but would also cause Diablo to favor them less.
This is like the sky falling for the fear warriors who are pursuing blood points and strength.
And there's no explanation for all this.
Diablo never responds to any believers, nor does he give any specific information. He is just a ruthless blessing and reward machine, and he does not cheat anyone.
So the fear warriors can only imagine on their own what is going on.
In the end, they believed that the great Diablo liked violent and sinful souls, and disliked and even hated the pure souls of weak humans.
In this case, when a weak human dies around him, it will trigger Diablo's disgust, thereby reducing his favor.
In this way, the fear warriors came up with a rather logical theory to restrain their behavior.
So as to avoid losing blood points and favor.
Dread Warriors deliberately choose powerful, criminal Chaos Warriors or Daemons as their opponents.
Because killing these evil guys is the most profitable, while killing weak humans is a pure loss.
They even grieve when humans die in front of them.
Because you will lose a lot of blood points and favor, you have to kill more enemies to make up for it.
In this way, without directly interfering, Ron had a Chaos Terror Legion that was violent and cruel, but also loved humanity.
The Dread Warriors are extremely powerful. They will retreat after killing all the Chaos enemies and will not invade any humans.
Occasionally, he would take the initiative to rescue humans in danger, to prevent these weak and pure souls from dying around him.
Regardless of their alignment and beliefs, they are exemplary Space Marines, and are known for their loyalty.
On the Heka Port front.
The Dread Legion's Dreadnoughts and Centurions blocked the incoming artillery fire for the humans in the trenches, and then used flames to burn all the plague mist.
Avoid human deaths as much as possible.
"Emperor, is this still a heretic warrior?"
Major Ward was a little confused.
He watched helplessly as these fear warriors used their iron bodies to block attacks for the soldiers, even if it meant getting injured.
Whenever a human dies around them, the Dread Warriors let out mournful cries and roar in anger as they hunt down the attackers.
What kind of protection is this?
The major felt that he could not do this either.
"No..."
A Dread Warrior was furious as he chased and hacked at the Death Guard who had just killed all the humans in the outpost. This wave of humans dying around him almost made him lose his pants.
He chopped down everything that stood in his way, even the demon engine was shattered.
The Death Guard howled in fear and tried to break free from the crazy fear warriors behind them, but it was no use.
Eventually he was chopped into pieces and reduced to ash.
The Death Guard had already heard about the terrifying nature of the Dread Warriors, but now that they had truly experienced their strength and cruelty, their fighting spirit had been further reduced.
Their lines collapsed, and several companies were completely destroyed.
Afterwards, the Dread Warriors ignored the humans in the trenches and quickly gathered to head to a new battle site.
Afraid that I would be late.
"Praise Diablo!"
Duanjiao became more and more excited and couldn't wait to kill more enemies.
Now, the entire planet of West is full of Nurgle's army, and it is all white blood spots.
This place is simply a paradise on fire.
After this battle, I will obtain higher-level equipment and receive more favors and blessings.
If possible, he hopes to stay in such a battlefield forever!
After the Dread Warriors had left, the 97th Regiment of Calth finally cheered in victory.
"Heka Harbor City is defended!"
Ward finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and fell on the sandbag to rest.
Wait for your strength to recover.
He stood up again and climbed up the watchtower, using the electronic telescope to check the situation on other battlefields.
The major realized that his home planet had become a huge battlefield and was at risk of destruction at any time.
Through the telescope, he saw an even more terrifying creature, and his heart almost stopped.
That's a Tyranid!
Any imperial army knows the horror of these insects. When they descend upon a planet, it means complete destruction.
A large number of spore sacs landed on the distant battlefield, and the swarm of insects swarmed out.
However, those yellow smoking Tyranids did not attack humans, but instead pounced on the Nurgle demons in groups.
Swallow it up!
Ward was a little confused. One strange thing after another made the major unable to understand.
No amount of knowledge or belief can explain this.
"The Emperor's Blessing..."
He was silent for a while, and finally said this: It must be the Emperor who protected West, so that the abominations and aliens dared not harm humans.
Soon, the electronic telescope observed a new terrifying existence.
It was a hideous demon floating in the air.
The demon had ferocious horns and a body burning with strange flames. Complex and mysterious runes all over its body were glowing.
Suddenly, the devil seemed to notice something and looked over subconsciously.
That being discovered his spying from a distance of more than ten kilometers!
Major Ward met the evil gaze and could not bear the intimidation. His body went limp and he fainted.
…
Outside the port city of Heka.
"Who's spying on me?"
Ron's hideous demonic body floated in the air, with dense Tyranid gargoyles hovering above his head, and more spore sacs falling.
He glanced at it and then paid no more attention.
Return your attention to the psychic message you just received, which is the latest battle report.
The Great Moth Mortarion deployed all his troops to Wester, trying to defend this important planet.
Regent Guilliman has already led his troops to the ground to fight the enemy.
Ron was a little worried about Brother Ji: "That guy shouldn't be in any trouble, right?"
After all, the Imperial Regent's record is not very good. Every time he participates in a duel, there is no good ending, especially when the wind is in his favor.
He thought about it, and then gave orders as a savior, asking the Thunder Guards and the Sons of Man to assist each other.
As the Dark Prince, he continued to lead the Chaos and Alien armies to fight, while searching for the whereabouts of the Plague Factory.
At present, the reconnaissance team has preliminarily scanned the entire planet and found no trace of any plague factory.
It seems to be hidden very deeply and it is difficult to find it through normal means.
Fortunately, he still had other reconnaissance troops, especially the Tyranids.
Ron contacted the Tyranid leader, Old Eight, through the Gestalt psychic network and used him to issue orders to the Zerg.
His current demonic body cannot directly control the swarm. Only the Tyranid clone, Bladewing, can control all the Tyranids.
Afterwards, under Lao Ba's command, the Zerg Fleet released the Licat Assassins to all the cities and jungles in West.
They also released insect scouts that could adapt to seawater into the ocean.
As for the sky, the Tyranid Gargoyles are responsible for searching.
They quickly adapt to the local environment and pick out the scent of corrupted machinery.
"My swarm is endless!"
Ron thought so as he landed in a ruin.
A dense, overwhelming swarm of insects swarmed out from behind him, pounced on the distant battlefield, and devoured all the Nurgle demon army and even the demon engine.
He could feel the swarm's joy; these little guys loved it.
Unknowingly, this savior has secretly mastered too much power and has become a powerful figure on the galactic stage.
It can even affect the fate of the galaxy.
Boom——
The ground is broken.
A hundreds-meter-long, pitch-black mutant digging python broke out of the ground, its thick scales flashing with a strange light. Only by looking closely could one discover that the scales were made of black stone.
Not only the outer armor, but even the giant stomach inside is made of black stone.
And it also adds the blessing of darkness.
Those are specially bred Tyranid units that have been invested with the Chaos God Diablo. They can better resist the erosion of the Warp energy and can even isolate the Warp.
The mutated digging python attacked the Nurgle demons and devoured a large number of them in one breath.
Then he dived into the ground again.
It searches rock formations deep underground.
"Since it's hidden so deeply, I'll search the entire planet. I don't believe I won't be able to find it!"
Ron's scarlet eyes were sharp as he laughed coldly.
Of course, the little Terran guys are not searching blindly. They will prioritize searching the areas where the enemy is most heavily defended.
After the Tyranid swarm locks onto the aura, the wizards will use their sorcerous creations to thoroughly locate the core of the corruption. Cooperation among units of multiple races is always more efficient.
Suddenly, Ron's magic wings flapped and disappeared on the spot.
The next moment, the wailing of Nurgle the Great Demon rang out