The roar of artillery fire became more and more intense.
The entire plague factory was shaking, especially the Nurgle cauldron in the center, and the medicine liquid began to jump around, on the verge of spilling out.
"No, my plague!"
Kugath hurriedly held the cauldron and used thick rotten wood to reinforce it and control its shaking.
He was very angry, but his voice was low: "The imperial army should not be here. They are affecting my work, and the Divine Plague will be frightened.
It wouldn't be perfect then…"
In reality, Nurgle's first favorite had deeper concerns.
What if the Corpse King's sons break in here, or the cauldron is overturned by an explosion?
The war outside the Plague Factory has affected his work, and he can sense that the corrupted machines are collapsing one after another.
How terrible...
"Ku'gath, do your job."
At some point, the shadow of Death Lord Mortarion appeared nearby:
"We are not approaching defeat, but rather the final victory. The two Primarchs are actively stepping into death."
He immediately comforted this crucial darling of Nurgle to prevent him from being affected by his depressed mood and causing problems with the Plague of God.
"I will personally resolve the war outside. No one can break in here."
A trace of murderous intent flashed across Mortarion's face: "The Regent is not my opponent, nor is the Savior. They are stupid and ignorant, and have never seen true power.
Anyway, I'll capture them, and then I'll need your Divine Plague to completely destroy them.
In this way, the Corrupted Network can, through the Primarch's death, draw all of Ultramar into the Father's domain, ushering in the most important success of the Great Cause."
"Yes, my Lord Death, the plague of God will come at the right time."
Kugashi calmed down a little and saluted in a low voice. The protective suit squeezed his fat into a strange shape.
Afterwards, the shadow of the Death Lord disappeared, taking away the Nurgle demons such as Septicemia and Bad Throat in the Plague Factory.
Have them set up tighter defenses around the hospital.
The area of this hidden space is larger than a hive city, and it is not easy for the imperial army to attack the core of the plague factory.
"Son of the Corpse King, my foolish brother, you all underestimated me."
Mortarion's moth-like wings fluttered gently: "I never allow myself to indulge in this corruption, but I use it, control it, and make corruption my slave.
Now you will see it all!"
He swung the scythe violently, as if cutting off some kind of switch, allowing the entire corrupt network to operate at full capacity.
In an instant, the magic circle buried in the planet was activated, and the corruption absorbed hundreds of millions of human souls. The same thing happened on other planets that contained corruption machines.
Billions of lives are suffering, being corrupted and sinking, and then becoming nutrients for the corrupt network.
All the power was gathered in this area constructed by the Lord of Death, and his power was indescribably strengthened here.
The hideous shadow of the ascended demon primarch covered everything.
Sizzle~
Reality here spins out of control, the sky darkens, and a dark storm grows.
The thick fog was filled with horrible wails and the stench of an invisible hell.
Those who inhaled the smoke coughed uncontrollably, their eyes turned red, blood gushed out of their mouths and noses, and more people fell down forever.
Not just people.
Rust appeared on the surface of the hover tanks and turrets, and the internal parts fell off with a squeaking sound and could no longer be started.
The operation of blessed war machines such as the Dreadnought and Imperial Knight also became obscure.
The weapons are more corrupted.
The energy pack of the laser gun in the soldier's hand has lost its energy, and the propellant of the bomb is rusting and can no longer be fired.
The Death Lord Mortarion used a terrifying network of corruption to weaken and destroy the fighting power of the Imperial warriors who entered the realm.
The troops stopped urgently and adjusted their formation.
"Count our losses!"
Calgar, the captain of the Ultramarines, roared and ordered the commanders to report the loss of weapons and vehicles. They could not fight the Chaos traitors and demons empty-handed.
Soon, the damage report came out.
The Imperial warriors lost half of their vehicles and weapons, but fortunately, the vehicles and weapons provided by the Saviors were not corroded.
Those weapons were exposed to the golden light of the sacred tower for a full 180 days and were fully blessed.
This made the Extreme Warriors more determined to support the weapons produced in the Savior Territory, which were the real high-end weapons.
"Just now, my fallen brother killed tens of billions of lives."
Guilliman walked over, his stern face filled with anger. "He created an abyss in an attempt to stop us, but that is impossible!"
Calgar did not flinch and was determined to make even greater sacrifices:
"Sir, we will fight to the bitter end, even if it means using only our fists and teeth, and we will make the hatred pay!"
"Let the soldiers who have lost their weapons take the wounded and sick away. They can no longer participate in such a war..." Guilliman received some news and made a decision.
He shook his head.
"My brother, the Savior, has sent a message that new reinforcements are on the way. They will help us break through the enemy's defenses."
The news that the Savior reinforcements were about to arrive excited the entire army.
They continued on their way.
However, it wasn't long before the troops led by the Imperial Regent reached the end of the road.
Things are getting worse.
All the land ahead was cut into isolated islands, with no roads connecting them, and the islands were filled with a large number of poisonous swamps.
The swamps are overflowing, and piles of dead trees are soaked in water and severely decomposed. Strange fungi grow there, and giant, deadly creatures swarm beneath.
What's more troublesome is that this area without reality interferes with the flight of the machine.
Several vanguard companies rushed into the waist-deep poisonous swamp to scout the terrain for the main force, but they soon disappeared in the thick fog.
Lost the response.
All that could be heard was the sound of steel being torn and chewed.
Afterwards, Nurgle's army launched an attack from the other side of the isolated island, and the overwhelming swarms of flies harassed the Ultramarines' ranged troops.
Like the armies in other directions, the Imperial Regent's army was also blocked.
The Ultramarines fell one after another under the attack of plague bombs, their bodies and armor decayed, but they had no way to launch a counterattack against the enemy.
In mid-air.
The human face formed by the swarm of corrupted flies had a vicious and greedy look in its eyes, but its voice was that of the Lord of Death:
"My brother, look at how miserable you are. Your genetic offspring are dying, but you are powerless to stop them..."
"Motarion, you're just hiding like a rat in the gutter? Come out and fight me!"
"Your clumsy provocations have no effect on me. Perhaps after all your offspring are dead, I will consider playing a game with you.
Of course, you can also escape from here with your offspring like a poor creature."
As he spoke, an unnatural swarm of flies captured an Ultramarines, tortured him to death in front of the Primarch, and threw him into the swamp.
That is a great shame.
The breathing of the Ultimate Primarch and Imperial Regent became heavy.
For a moment, he wanted to take his personal guard champion into the swamp, find the fallen brother, and give him the greatest punishment.
But the imperial regent remembered the savior's instructions and hidden plan, and tried to force himself to calm down.
That is an irrational choice.
You can't fall into the enemy's trap, and you can't ruin your brother's plan.
The air is becoming deadlier, more weapons are failing, more people are dying, and no equipment can be guaranteed to be safe.
The Ultramarines recited the Emperor's prayer one after another, as if only faith could protect them at this moment.
Guilliman endured it and asked the Librarian beside him: "Have you found any reinforcements from the Savior?"
The reconnaissance equipment has become ineffective, and now he can only use his psychic power to investigate the situation on the battlefield so as not to become blind.
What's more troublesome is that his own troops can't hold out for much longer, and the divine plague is gradually taking shape.
According to the agreed time, the reinforcements that the savior mentioned should have arrived.
The imperial regent fell into deep worry. Every second of delay would cause the empire to slide deeper into the abyss.
"My lord, perhaps the Savior's reinforcements have also been blocked. We should make a decision."
Calgar advised that they could not wait any longer.
"Wait a little longer. I believe in the Savior."
The Imperial Regent did not make the decision lightly, because his brother had never broken his promise. If he said reinforcements would arrive, they would definitely come.
As soon as he finished speaking, he got a response.
"By the Emperor, our reinforcements have arrived."
The Librarian exclaimed with psychic lightning in his eyes, but his expression immediately changed: "No...that's an alien army!"
Countless noisy roars appeared in the thick fog behind the Imperial Regent Army, and the spiritual energy in them became extremely complex.
That's a Tyranid disturbance of the Warp.
The Extreme Warriors looked at the overwhelming swarm of insects and felt a deep sense of powerlessness for a moment.
They were caught between Chaos and xenos, and more Ultramarines opened fire.
But the imperial regent immediately called off the attack.
Because he found that these aliens had no desire to attack, the Tyranid leader also sent a friendly psychic greeting.
Even in the face of such a crisis, the Ultramarines still obeyed the Primarch's orders and watched the alien swarms rush towards them like a tide.
Some fighters were even prepared to die.
But in the Ultramarines' nervous mood, the swarm passed them and pounced on the poisonous swamp.
The howling of Nurgle life came from the thick fog.
What was even more shocking was that those alien insects took the initiative to block the flying plague bombs with their flesh and blood.
They built a wall of flesh and blood to protect the Ultramarines without fear of death.
"Emperor, is this a miracle..."
This scene shocked everyone. The think tank pastors felt incredible and their own beliefs suffered a shock.
Aren't aliens evil?
But soon, these believers with deep faith automatically repaired their logic and restored their piety.
When in doubt, look to the Emperor's theology.
Such abnormal events can only be explained by the emperor's blessing. Anyway, it was all done by him!
There's nothing wrong with that great and omnipotent being interfering with or controlling the swarm of insects, right?
hiss--
The Tyranid leader, Lao Ba, obeyed the orders of the Dark Prince and the Lord of the Hive and did not dare to infringe on any human allies.
Moreover, he and the insects under his command are not interested in human flesh.
Those clean flesh and blood cannot compare to the rotten flesh of Nurgle life. The plague rotten flesh is the most mellow and fragrant.
The Tyranid leader roared to the sky and gave the order to eat.
It's roughly equivalent to: Brothers, let's eat!
The Tyranid brain worms disrupted the corrupt network in the area. The gargoyle wings stirred up a whirlwind to disperse the thick fog, and more worms rushed onto the isolated island to bite the Nurgle demons.
Group buffet!
Not only that, but a swarm of Tyranids sank deep into the poisonous swamp.
While they were madly showing off their thick soup, they used their bodies to build one chitinous floating bridge after another.
"My brother, what on earth did he do?!"
Guilliman watched in wonder.
The scene before us was perhaps one of the most absurd sights in the galaxy.
Without much hesitation, he drew out the Emperor's Sword and lit it, and a faint light emanated from his whole body.
That's learning the Savior's special effects tricks, but it's not that amazing.
But it's enough to boost morale.
"Warriors..."
The Imperial Regent swung his sword forward and roared, "Everyone, assemble! Cross the swamp!"
"Courage and glory!"
The Extreme Marines roared, and one after another stepped onto the floating bridge made of alien bodies, rushing towards a series of isolated islands ahead.
They fought a bloody battle with the demons of Nurgle.
The roar of the Tyranids and the roar of the bombs intertwined.
"For the Emperor!"
Amidst the hail of bullets, the Ultramarines, holding high the banner of glory, climbed onto the massive body of the Hive Tyrant, and formed a mountain-shaped formation to fire.
As the Hive Tyrant charged, the warriors strafed and fired artillery from a high position, and their momentum was unstoppable.
Loyal Tyranids move brother mountain!
The War Apostle recorded this sacred and heretical scene while calling out to the Emperor.
Unfortunately, these images can only exist in taboo archives and cannot be published.
The apostle had no choice but to compromise and re-photograph some images that only showed the Ultramarines to record this epic and important war.
With the cooperation of the Ultramarines and the Tyranids, the combined army quickly broke through the defense line set up by the Death Lord.
Approaching the Plague Factory.
"No, that's impossible..."
Mortarion looked down at the war sandbox composed of poisonous fog, his eyes full of disbelief.
The Imperial Regent had broken through the poisonous swamp defense line he had set up, and humans and aliens jointly attacked him.
The scary thing is that more lines are collapsing.
Many armies attacked from different directions. The Greenskins and the Savior's army charged together, and the coalition forces of the Eldar and the Necrons were gradually advancing.
Dread Warriors fight alongside the Sisters of Battle.
The former mortal enemies have united together tacitly and are breaking through the defense line of the Nurgle army. The races of the galaxy are united to attack themselves!
The Death Lord had only seen battle reports before and thought they were exaggerated, but the facts were not so outrageous.
The events may just be coincidence.
But when he saw the wonderful combination of his brother Guishan, Khorne, Tzeentch Demon and the Savior Demon Inquisitor, he completely collapsed.
"Heresy, what a heresy!"
Inside the Plague Stronghold, Mortarion roared through his defenses, like a defender loyal to the Emperor.
Are all those members of the Inquisition dead? How could they allow such heresy to occur within the Empire?!
He felt inexplicably wronged that he was judged and neglected for using psychic powers when he was still loyal to the Empire.
The psychic powers used by the Empire now are becoming more and more outrageous.
Various heretical practices and technologies sprang up like mushrooms after rain, especially the savior, who was even more radical than the fallen primarch himself.
He has directly introduced subspace energy into the galaxy on a large scale, making him a heretic among heretics.
How unfair!
After venting his anger, Mortarion slowly regained his composure.
He realized the problem.
The reason why those forces united may be because they feared the plague of God and the great cause that the benevolent father Nurgle was about to create.
The power of Father Nurgle caused panic among the other Chaos Gods, forcing them to join forces to interfere.
For this reason, the Lord of Death felt deeply worried.
The situation may be more dangerous than he imagined, and even Father Nurgle himself may be attacked by other Chaos Gods.
But the arrow is on the string and must be shot.
The crisis is inevitable. The loving father and his favorite children cannot give up the cake that is about to be obtained, give up the huge power, and allow themselves to be attacked by other forces.
Moreover, the other Chaos Gods have already launched an offensive and it is impossible for them to give up halfway.
The only way now is to win this plague war completely and give the loving father more power to resist the upcoming attack.
"Fortunately, I still have the Divine Plague, and the victory of the war has entered the countdown."
Mortarion glanced at the clock, his expression becoming cold again, and he felt confident that he could win the war.
It's only an hour, he can still hold on.
The worst-case scenario would be to release the brewing plague prematurely, causing all attacking troops to die in this closed cage.
He already knew the horror of the plague in its final stages. Even his first favorite, Kugath, could not withstand its poisonous corrosion.
Although the Primarch could not be killed, the armies of the Empire, Chaos and Aliens could not be stopped.
The divine plague is so shocking before it even arrives. How terrifying will the divine plague virus be if it is truly completed by adding a drop of the original body's blood?
Mortarion pondered this, feeling immense anticipation.
He stared at the Regent who was getting closer and closer to the Plague Factory on the war sand table: "My foolish brother, the next battle is our final one!"
As soon as the words fell, the figure carrying the plague virus disappeared.
The Death Lord personally led the most elite Death Guard and demon army to attack the Imperial Regent.
He was determined to take the other person's life.
…
Somewhere on the edge of the battlefield.
The earth heaved and roared, and the dark mutant digging python opened its huge mouth with dense teeth like a shield machine, devouring the demons on the battlefield.
Ron's flaming body stood on the head of the mutant digging python, controlling the huge beast.
But his attention was not on this battlefield, but on the central battlefield area, waiting for something.
Dozens of armies are attacking the Plague Factory.
But those armies were not disorganized, but acted in coordination. Some of them were even tasked with attracting firepower, luring the Nurgle demons to attack at all costs.
All of this is to create a tiny defense gap that no one can notice.
Opportunities are fleeting, so you must wait patiently.
"The opportunity has arrived!"
Suddenly, Ron stopped the mutant digging python and activated a dark technological creation.
The armor-like creation covered his body like layer upon layer of protective clothing, with fine black stone on the outside.
Blackstone, a substance that can interfere with the subspace and psychic energy, makes him feel a little uncomfortable.
But it is a life-saving protection and must be done.
Now, the long-awaited gap in defense has appeared, and he must get through it as quickly as possible.
The Blackstone technology machinery buried in the outer skin of the dark mutant burrowing python flickered, temporarily repelling the subspace and reducing the influence of the corrupted network.
boom--
Afterwards, Ron drove the digging python into the deepest part of the ground and rushed forward quickly.
Target...Plague Factory