"Hurry, we have to destroy that big demon before the other teams get there!"
Broken Horn urged his fear warriors to charge at all costs.
Any war the Legion of Dread participates in is extremely competitive, and they can do anything except attack their own people.
An incompetent team will achieve nothing and become an internal disgrace.
This is a very troublesome thing.
Due to the small amount of loot, there are not enough blood points, and without blood points, equipment cannot be replenished, which further reduces combat effectiveness.
This can cause the entire team to fall into a spiral of failure, with kills being taken away by other teams time and time again.
Eventually he was taken over by others and became a lowest-level warrior.
What's even more terrifying is that in order to gain more advantages in the war, most of the fear warriors accepted the special gift of the Dark Prince and advanced blood points to arm themselves.
This has become an established rule within the Dread Legion. If you want to become a high-level Dread Warrior, you must do this.
No fear warrior wants to be weak.
Although the Dread Legion will provide basic armor, weapons, and ammunition, it is far from satisfying the desires of the Dread Warriors.
The strong get stronger. If you don't have the most powerful equipment and firepower, you are destined to be unable to grab the most delicious results and gain Diablo's favor.
You can only watch others become stronger and stronger, just like a snowball.
Therefore, they all boldly accepted the special gift and advanced the amount of blood points, which was even tens or hundreds of times their income.
The so-called special gift is actually a blood point loan, which needs to be repaid for decades after a one-time loan.
The Dread Warriors must work harder and fight more wars to pay it back.
The strongest among them can use the firepower obtained from blood point loans to quickly accumulate more capital and expand the team under their command.
This is also the reason why the Legion of Fear is so powerful. They have desires, shackles, and pressure, but they never get tired of it.
All Dread Warriors can gain advance power from the Dark Prince.
Every war is an unparalleled adventure. Whether it is a young model in the club or fishing in the sea, it all depends on this gamble.
The pressure on broken corners is quite high now.
For this war.
He resolutely overdrew all his blood points, invested in a dozen Centurion armors and more Dreadnought mechas, and also equipped himself with a full set of master-level Terminator armor and weapons.
All the soldiers under his command have also changed their uniforms and are equipped with a large amount of special ammunition, so they have sufficient firepower.
The purpose is to grab a large amount of blood points in this large-scale war, so that he and his gang can be promoted to a higher level.
The consequences of failure are also tragic.
There is a high probability that he will go bankrupt, be acquired or work as a laborer in the logistics department.
Therefore, he was extremely eager to kill more and stronger enemies.
After detecting the Great Demon of Nurgle, this Dread Legion warband immediately attacked.
Not only them, but also several war gangs are on their way, trying to beat up and chop down the Great Demon of Nurgle in order to obtain a large number of blood points and Diablo's favor.
It can be said to be a wave of sudden wealth.
However, when Broken Horn and other Dread Warriors arrived, they only saw the Dark Prince slaughtering the Great Daemon of Nurgle.
The being cruelly tore off the head of the Great Demon of Nurgle, causing the surrounding demons to tremble in fear.
Duanjiao didn't hesitate, turned around and walked away cursing.
Who would have thought that after finally finding a big boss to fight in a team, the leader would snatch the kill away.
How infuriating is this?
But he didn't dare to say anything and could only whisper behind his back.
Afterwards, Broken Horn led his fear warriors to charge towards other battlefields, causing chaos along the way.
The Nurgle army is terrified at the mere mention of it.
Today, the Dark Prince and the Legion of Terror are well-known, and most beings in the galaxy and the warp know how powerful they are.
No one wants to mess with these guys who are crazier than Khorne warriors.
Because most of the galactic space warriors or armies have strategic purposes when participating in wars.
Generally, if you retreat, they won't necessarily fight you to the death.
But the Dread Legion is different.
These guys have no rules, no martial ethics, and don't care about winning or losing the war. Their only goal is to kill you and they won't stop until you are dead.
Once you get it, it's hard to get rid of it.
There was even a case where a Chaos warband was hunted relentlessly by the Dread Warriors for years, from the Milky Way to the Warp.
The tragic event of being completely dismembered in the end.
They couldn't understand until their death why things turned out like this, as they had just killed some humans and hadn't provoked these lunatics.
Chaos traitors and demons regard the Dread Warriors as aliens and call them mad dogs.
The reputation of Khorne warriors has inexplicably improved a lot because of the emergence of the Dread Warriors.
Compared to the unknown, crazy and relentless fear warriors, those reckless and bloodthirsty Khorne warriors have become more handsome.
More Chaos war gangs joined the Legion of Dread with the attitude of joining if they couldn't beat them.
From being bullied, to bullying others.
But now the standards for recruiting new members of the Legion of Fear are much more stringent.
Some fear warriors are worried and even worry that their blood point income will decrease due to absorbing too much chaos power.
What if there are not enough people to cut the trees?
Fortunately, Chaos Demons are endless and are also an important target for the Legion of Terror to earn blood points.
On the battlefield.
"Not bad, very energetic!"
Ron dropped the head of the Great Demon of Nurgle, looked at the fear warriors who were chasing the enemy, and nodded with satisfaction.
This is the Chaos Legion he really wants. To deal with the Chaos forces, he must be more cruel and crazy than them and make them feel terrified.
Today, the strongest among the Dread Warriors are able to deal with Chaos Demons alone.
Of course, they are still unable to deal with the top-ranked Chaos Demons.
Although they are all Chaos Demons, the gap between them is even greater than the gap between the greenskins and the little fart monsters.
Powerful Chaos Daemons can beat up the Primarchs, while some Chaos Daemons are just useless background characters and can even be killed by human tanks.
The same is true for Space Marines.
For legendary Space Marines like Dante, Calgar, and Ddraig, killing a big demon is as easy as drinking water.
The weak Space Marines can even be stabbed to death by the pagans with a knife, and their eyepieces can be blown out by the flashlight laser gun.
After Roan executed the Nurgle demon, he did not participate in the battle again.
He didn't want to compete with his subordinates for experience, and there was no need to do so.
The fear warriors have their share of the fear and faith energy accumulated by the enemies they kill.
I have to hide my tracks and save my energy to deal with more important enemies.
It wasn't long before the Nurgle warriors and demons in the area were annihilated by the Legion of Dread and the Tyranid swarm.
Even the plague pollutants were licked up by the Tyranid swarms with great satisfaction, which can be said to be an efficient cleaning.
After the Legion of Terror and the aliens leave, the Savior's purification troops will come again to spray diluted purification agent rain, and the environment will be restored.
Better than before.
The local troops and survivors are extremely grateful for the gift of the Emperor and the Savior.
…
Dilapidated church.
Chaos fel energy defiled the entire area, and flames roared.
In the hall's shrine area stood a Chaos Throne, beneath which stood one hideous Chaos being after another, mixed with alien figures.
Ron sat on the throne, listening to reports from various troops, especially the intelligence obtained by the Tyranid reconnaissance team.
Today, the planet has been overwhelmed by so many armies that it has become a chaotic mess. The fierce war has forever changed the terrain of the planet.
Fortunately, the Empire gradually regained its territory, but this did not seem to bring victory.
Because they have not yet found that special plague factory and have not stopped the production of the divine plague.
squeak--
The Tyranid leader swallowed the rotten meat and sent his current harvest with some fear:
"The Tyranid reconnaissance unit has found five corruption machines and seventeen plague strongholds, as well as a large amount of materials for creating the plague.
But the corruption factory the Hive Master hoped to find was nowhere to be found."
Ron frowned, smoke and sparks bursting out of his mouth and nose:
"We can't go on like this. Once the plague arrives, we'll probably have to retreat..."
He could feel that the corrupting power of this world was gradually growing stronger and becoming more deadly.
That means the production of Divine Plague has reached the final stage.
No matter how many victories the Regent and I have achieved on this planet, it cannot be considered a victory without destroying the plague factory.
If the divine plague is really created, the Regent, himself, and all the troops must run away immediately.
If we run too slowly, we will probably be wiped out in West.
If the Big Fluttermoth releases a tube of divine plague here, it will be able to kill all life on the planet. Even if he and the Regent can survive, the elite troops under his command will be wiped out.
That is an unbearable loss.
Therefore, the risks of this war are particularly high.
But they couldn't just sit back and allow the enemy to get such a powerful plague weapon.
That is equivalent to the super nuclear weapon in the previous life, something that can overturn the table at any time.
Unfortunately, they no longer have time. If they really search the planet bit by bit, the opportunity will be lost.
Suddenly, Ron received the latest analysis from the think tank of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The document showed that the number of Nurgle troops arriving on the planet was many times more than what had been detected so far.
But after a large number of Nurgle troops arrived on the planet, they disappeared without a trace.
That means there must be hidden space on this planet.
The army on the ground is just a smokescreen, and the hidden space is the area that Nurgle's army really wants to defend.
The plague factories are most likely hidden in those places.
Now, the think tank of the Ministry of Military Affairs has identified several specific areas as key targets for investigation based on the trajectories of the Nurgle army's landing or presence.
"Hidden space?"
Ron read the document, hesitant: "What if the Big Flutter Moth predicted my prediction and deliberately set up a hidden space to attract our firepower, and set up the plague factory outside instead?
In this way, we will fall into the enemy's trap…"
As a leader, he often has to make crucial decisions at critical moments, and those decisions affect countless lives.
And there's no way to escape it.
There is no one above me, and I am the ultimate person in charge. I can only make decisions and take responsibility.
Ron took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and made the final decision:
"Let's take a gamble!"
He ordered Lao Ba to send all the Terran reconnaissance troops to the areas marked by the think tank, and other troops were also transferred to those areas.
So that you can participate in the battle at any time.
Fortunately, his decision was correct, and just two days later, the reconnaissance unit found the hiding place.
The networks formed by corrupted machines overlap the planet with the chaos realm, constructing several special spatial areas.
The host of Nurgle stands guard within it.
Afterwards, with the cooperation of the Tyranid reconnaissance unit, the wizards quickly locked the location of the corruption core and discovered the long-sought plague factory!
This exciting news soon spread back.
Bang——
Flames gushed out.
Ron stepped out of the ruined church and summoned his Chaos and Alien armies to participate in the upcoming war.
Not only himself, the Regent also led his troops to the space where the plague factory was located, attacking from different directions at the same time.
After the Plague Factory was exposed, the Nurgle army also gathered there frantically. Support and obstruction took place at the same time, and continuous artillery fire covered the surface of the planet.
From time to time, you can see the light of the sacred urn bomb bursting out.
The war has reached its most intense stage.
The flaming demon body floated in the air, and Ron looked down at his own army:
"Go, my warriors, destroy that plague factory and kill all lives that dare to stand in our way!"
The ground shook violently, and a dark mutant digging python broke out of the ground, roaring loudly. The radiation released by the black stone interfered with the flow of spiritual energy nearby.
It devoured more Nurgle demons and became a little bigger than before.
This is an important tool cultivated by the Dark Prince to destroy the Divine Plague.
If the plan goes well, they can even seize the gift from the Lord of Plague and obtain the deadly plague weapon.
For Ron, the Plague of God is too dangerous.
It is safer to have such a terrifying weapon in your own hands.
Of course, that was just an additional plan, an attempt.
If that fails, throw a few large Holy Urn Bombs into the Nurgle Cauldron to destroy the plague venom within...
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Hidden space.
Ku'gath's Plague Factory.
On the rotten black hill stands a twisted and dilapidated large hospital.
Anything that was alive had died and turned to black goo, with strange mutants replacing the original species.
The mosquitoes with shriveled faces were humming songs, and the capulet fish were covered with tentacles and running around on the ground.
Tens of thousands of smoking flames burned in the humid air around the large hospital, and the hillside was densely covered with demons.
You can also faintly hear cheerful songs coming from inside.
"No singing allowed!"
Ku'gath was impatient and shouted at the Nurglings, "Hurry up and add the remaining ingredients! More dirty water, more blood, more rot, and more germs!"
He thought sadly that the enemy had discovered this place, and if he didn't hurry up, all his efforts would be in vain.
In the center of the hospital, Nurgle's cauldron occupied the most eye-catching position. It was four or five meters high, and the mouth of the cauldron was large enough to drop a transport truck.
That's just the physical volume.
In fact, this pot has been stuffed with plague materials as much as the volume of a planet.
That was the treasure of Ku'gath for thousands of years, as well as the latest harvest of a large number of Nurgle demons, all of which went into the pot.
Nourished by the plague that spilled from the pot, the First Favorite grew ever larger, like a small mountain.
Pus flowed down the greasy flesh like streams.
The Nurglings tried their best to blow air, and the damp firewood burned to generate heat, causing more green bubbles to gurgle out of the cauldron, and the corrupt energy gathered into the cauldron along the network constructed by the Death Lord.
Thick green smoke drifted over.
ah!
A Nurgling accidentally inhaled a puff of air, immediately pinching its own neck and backing away.
The little thing's head swelled up and its face turned dark green, then it fell straight back to the ground.
It was poisoned.
"Cough cough cough!"
Kugath stirred the soup carefully, coughing violently under the green smoke and spitting out rotten blood. "Ah, what a poisonous plague..."
He couldn't bear it anymore.
After three hours, the brewing of the divine plague will be finished. All that is left is to add the blood of the Primarch, and the plague that will make the galaxy shudder and wail will come!
The Divine Plague corrodes the body and soul from the inside out, and no one is immune.
It was not a short exile-like death, but a complete end.
The essence of any poisoned person will be corroded and decomposed, becoming a feast for the soul fungus, feeding the next generation of divine plague and spirit pox, thus becoming even more dangerous.
However, this plague was so terrible that even before it was completed, it was extremely poisonous.
Even seriously hurt his own body.
Kugath took a few steps back with a thud, avoiding the deadly poisonous fog.
In order to continue his work, he had to take some protective measures to protect himself: "Hurry, I need that protective suit!"
Soon, the buzzing flies brought back a huge, ugly piece of clothing.
It was a protective suit made of sticky human skin, stitched together in a strange way, like a flat human.
With the help of the plague carrier, the first favorite put on a human skin protective suit, and the hood swayed on his back.
He then put on his hood.
The soft human skin wrapped around the demon's antlers and tied up all the tendons.
At this moment, Kuga's fat body was wrapped in a human skin protective suit, his eyes were protected by lenses, his nose was covered by a long beak, and his mouth was stuffed with smelly herbs.
Those are all necessary protections.
He cursed, moved the lens again, and said muffledly: "This blurry glass blocks my sight, you annoying little things, be quiet!
The plague is almost over. If you keep making noise, it will affect the brewing process!"
At last the favored child's command was obeyed.
From the chattering mites, the noisy Nurglings to the grumpy plague carriers, everything has quieted down.
Kugath did not return to the cauldron immediately, but tiptoed to a pile of rusty cabinets, which were his storage boxes for ingredients.
He reached into the sticky cotton wool and fumbled around, finally pulling out two small bottles.
That was the blood of the two Primarchs.
"Look, this is the final footage. It will be ready to go in three hours, thirty-three minutes, and thirty-three seconds."
Kugashi carefully examined the blood in the bottle, then stuffed it back into the cotton wool and patted it gently, as if he was afraid that the two bottles would grow legs and run away.
Afterwards, he tiptoed back to the big pot and squatted down, hunching his body to fan the fire underneath.
They were afraid that their actions would be too drastic and affect the spread of the plague.
Now the assistants are hiding far away and cannot get close, so he has to do everything himself, and he is not confident in letting those guys with rough hands and feet do the final cooking.
Green smoke filled the air in front of the cauldron.
The cautious figure wrapped in protective clothing in the smoke looked a little funny.
"Cough cough cough."
Kugath coughed again and uttered a string of curses: "Stupid bastards, you didn't even tie my ligaments tight!"
He had just hurriedly fastened his protective suit when he heard the roar of artillery fire in the distance.
Those damn Imperial troops are attacking