Chapter 441 Tears, the Overly Loyal Legion of Terror

"The abominations are attacking, everyone seek cover, and implement the plague weapon prevention plan!"

Ward tried to pull himself out of despair and shouted with a nearly voiceless throat.

The plague weapons used by the abomination warriors are so terrible.

Plague bombs exploded one after another on the front line, and the expanding yellow explosion clouds filled the sky, then spread downwards, covering the trenches.

The poisonous fog was abnormally thick, to an unnatural degree, and more wailing came from the fog.

Ward instinctively tightened his protective clothing, and then remembered something, and took out the special repair tape as quickly as possible to wrap the cracks tightly, one circle after another.

He repaired all possible cracks.

Imprisoned his body in a protective suit full of old sweat and inferior odor.

The plague poisonous fog pressed over little by little, harvesting the lives of the soldiers.

"We have encountered the most terrible plague since the war!"

Ward saw with his own eyes that a soldier was infected by the plague in an instant because his mask fell off, and turned into a swollen, pale corpse.

That was just the beginning. After that, the plague desecrated the corpse and made it stand up again.

Snap--

His laser pistol smashed the head of the plague zombie to prevent the soldier's body from being desecrated again.

However, all this was of no avail.

The poisonous fog of the plague still drifted over coldly, drowning the trenches along the way and the sound of firing, and even the mechanical artillery was corroded and misfired.

Next to him, the sergeant with only one hand left shouted and fired aimlessly:

"Sir, we can't stop it, we can't stop the attack of hatred at all, everyone is going to die!"

"We can't hold it, let's retreat."

"All heretics die!"

Ward also knew that he couldn't hold it, and even his superiors had lost contact, but he still didn't issue an order to retreat.

Where could they retreat to? And if they escaped, who would be able to protect the tens of millions of lives in the harbor city?

But he did not execute the cowardly sergeant who proposed retreat.

Let them die on the battlefield, at least they can fire a few more bullets.

The major had already made up his mind to die.

Fortunately, a convective wind blew over, temporarily dispelling part of the plague fog, giving the 97th Regiment of Calth a chance to breathe.

"The Emperor bless us!"

Ward shouted excitedly, leading the soldiers to launch a counterattack, laser beams and artillery fire flew towards the hate warriors.

But such an attack was like tickling for the Death Guard.

They sang sad hymns and rushed directly into the rain of laser jungles. Even if they were shot, they would only lose some rotten bodies and tentacles.

What's more, most of the attacks hit the armor, which did not affect anything at all.

"Weak mortal warriors, abandon the cold and ruthless corpse king, join the eternal death and rebirth, the Holy Father can give you more generosity."

The Death Guard sneered.

They moved forward and shot.

The rusty and rotten bolter was still deadly, which could make the human body that came into contact with the bolt burst and open a big hole in the rear baffle.

More lives were taken away.

Ward hit a Death Guard, burning a hole in the ugly skull, but such an attack failed to kill the opponent.

The hateful warrior turned his head and showed a cruel smile.

The bolt shells swept over, and the soldiers in this trench could not dodge in time and turned into blood foam.

Ward was not killed by this round of attacks, and watched the half body of the one-armed sergeant beside him fall down, still twitching constantly.

That was his last sergeant.

The enemy's offensive became more fierce. Abominable machines made of flesh and metal began to appear in the mist. They were covered with rotten shells and their eyeballs were like green lights.

Those were demon engines.

The demon engines raised their brass muzzles and sprayed more deadly venom that could corrode steel.

Others could spray out vicious flames and rotting flies.

This caused heavy losses to the 97th Regiment of Calth, and they had no power to resist. Dozens or hundreds of people died every second.

Their front collapsed at an alarming speed.

"Emperor, the devout believers beg for your mercy..."

Ward was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the explosion and begged the Emperor helplessly: "I beg you to send the holy angel to destroy the abominations that invaded here!"

He knew clearly that the only way the Empire could deal with these abomination warriors was with the Emperor's angels.

The major was fortunate to witness the arrival of angels in a war. Those warriors fell from the sky and were so powerful and unstoppable.

Suddenly, his blurred vision saw something, that was a burning fireball after another.

This seemed to activate the memory of the past.

That was the scene of the Emperor's Angels descending. The Emperor's Angels and Ultramarines who guarded Ultramar were about to descend into this world.

They were saved.

"Praise the Emperor!"

Despite his injuries, Ward climbed up and shouted in the channel: "That sacred existence sent His angels, and we have hope of salvation.

All soldiers, hold the line!"

In an instant, the 97th Regiment of Calth burst out with more combat power and unexpectedly blocked a wave of attacks.

Some soldiers even tied bombs to bomb the enemy in order to stop the footsteps of the abominable heretics.

This is the importance of morale.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, the Imperial Army can burst out amazing energy.

Some well-equipped and top-level mortal troops can even kill Space Marines at the limit.

Above the front.

The traces of fire became clearer and clearer, and they were one after another airdrop pods descending at high speed.

However, the strange thing is.

Although the airdrop pods are about the same size, they are different in appearance. Some are gorgeous, some are hideous, and there are various decorations that exude deterrence.

Some airdrop pods even emit extremely violent music during the descent, more like some customized airdrop equipment.

Boom, boom, boom.

The airdrop pods fell one after another, and the ground trembled.

A roaring demon engine was unfortunately hit and turned into scrap metal, accidentally saving more lives.

Ward stared at the airdrop 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!

The airdrop pod erupted with flames, and a tall and deterrent figure rose in the center.

"Archangel..."

Ward almost knelt down fanatically. The angel was so sacred and majestic, with ferocious armor, flaming wings, and sharp horns.

"No, that's not the Emperor's angel!"

But the next moment, he reacted and his voice was blocked in his throat.

What appeared in front of him was not any known Emperor's angel, but some kind of hateful warrior, who could feel the strong heresy on him.

It seemed more terrible than the plague hateful warrior.

Roar——

"Let the fire of fear devour everything!"

The fear warrior Broken Horn raised the burning power axe and let out a terrifying roar.

This seemed to be some kind of signal, and other fear warriors also roared.

The Fear Legion...arrived on the battlefield!

In an instant, Ward couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, and his legs were weak.

New hateful enemies appeared on the battlefield!

Those fear 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 enemies were too close to them, they had no chance to react.

They wanted to attack, but because of the fear in their hearts, they lost the ability to move. It seemed that if they angered these hateful warriors, they would be turned into minced meat.

However, in the desperate eyes of Ward and the soldiers, the fearful warriors charged at the Death Guard, like beasts out of the cage.

Their morale was stronger and their weapons were more sophisticated, and they broke through the defense line of the Death Guard in an instant.

Then they hacked randomly, fearing that their enemies would be taken away by others.

Those were all white blood spots!

"What is going on? Why are the hateful people fighting?"

Ward was confused and didn't know what was going on.

But he still ordered not to attack the fearful warriors, so as not to anger these guys. After all, they had no signs of attacking humans.

Soon, the soldiers organized themselves to continue attacking the Death Guard and acted as auxiliary.

Ward had just fired a few shots when he noticed something flying over and immediately lay down to avoid it.

Boom!

The Dread Warrior 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 turret behind was hit by the corrupted psychic energy and collapsed and hit the two people.

"Mortal, you are not dead?"

The tall figure of Broken Horn 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 was relieved: "It's good that he is not dead, you'd better get out of here and don't affect my killing!"

After that, the Dread Warrior flapped his wings suddenly and flew back to the battlefield in the distance, chopping off the head of the Death Guard think tank with an axe.

Ward was blown down by the wind raised by the flaming wings, and the protective suit was wrinkled under the heat.

He was a little confused: "The Abomination Warrior saved me?"

The major recovered, got up and observed the battlefield, and found that the Dread Warriors did not show any signs of harming humans. Instead, they would protect humans in danger.

It seemed that they were worried that humans would die in front of them.

This is extremely rare. In the fierce war, the Emperor's Angels rarely care about the casualties of the mortal army.

They are more concerned about the victory of the war.

In fact, it is not only this battlefield, but also in other places.

An apostle in charge of recording the war even found that these Dread Warriors who obey the Dark Lord care more about human lives than the Emperor's Angels.

Some of the Emperor's Angels of the Chapter may kill humans or ignore the lives of mortals in battle due to genetic defects.

This phenomenon almost never happens in the Dread Legion. The battlefields where they are located will greatly reduce human casualties.

It is undoubtedly a huge irony that the Chaos heretic traitors know how to protect humans better than the Emperor's angels.

The war apostle has no idea why this is the case, 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 incident is true.

That was the work of Ron's dark vest.

In order to prevent the fear warriors from killing humans, he deliberately controlled the behavior of these chaos warriors.

But not through direct orders, because such a ridiculous order would lead to resistance from Chaos Warriors and cause more trouble.

He used rewards and faith to achieve this goal.

At the beginning, the Dread Warriors did kill mortals.

But they soon discovered that killing mortals would not only deduct blood points, but also reduce Diablo's favor to them.

This was like the sky falling for the Dread Warriors who pursued blood points and power.

And there was no explanation for all this.

Diablo never responded to any believers, nor would he give any specific information. He was just a ruthless blessing and reward machine, and he was honest and fair.

So the Dread Warriors could only imagine what was going on.

In the end, they believed that the great Diablo liked those violent and sinful souls, and did not like or even hate the pure souls of weak humans.

In this case, when a weak human died around them, it would trigger Diablo's disgust, thereby reducing favor.

In this way, the Dread Warriors imagined a set of quite logical theories to restrain their behavior.

To avoid losing blood points and favor.

The fear warriors will deliberately choose powerful and sinful Chaos Warriors or Demons as opponents.

Because it is the most profitable to chop down these sinful guys, and it is pure blood loss to chop down weak humans.

They will even be sad because humans die in front of them.

Because they will lose a lot of blood points and favor, they have to chop more enemies to make up for it.

In this way, without direct interference, Ron has a Chaos Fear Legion that is violent, cruel, and loves humans.

The Fear Warriors are extremely powerful. They retreat after chopping down the Chaos enemies and do not invade any humans.

Occasionally, they will take the initiative to rescue humans in danger to avoid these weak pure souls dying around them.

Putting aside the camp and belief, they can be said to be model Space Marines and are quite loyal.

On the Heka Port Front.

The Fearless and Centurions of the Fear Legion blocked the incoming artillery fire for the humans in the trenches, and then used flames to burn all the plague fog.

Avoid human deaths as much as possible.

"Emperor, is this still a heretic warrior?"

Major Ward was a little confused.

He watched these fear warriors use their iron bodies to block the attacks for the soldiers, even if they were injured.

Whenever a human died beside them, the fear warriors would let out a sad cry and roar to chase and kill the attackers.

What kind of protection is this?

The major felt that he could not do this.

"No..."

A fear warrior was furious, chasing and slashing the death guards who had just killed the entire outpost. This wave of humans who died around him almost made him lose his pants.

He chopped down all the blockers along the way, and even the demon engine was shattered.

The death guard screamed in fear and tried to get rid of the crazy fear warriors behind him, but it was useless.

In the end, he was chopped into ashes.

The death guards had heard of the horror of the fear warriors. Now that they have truly experienced the strength and cruelty of the other party, their fighting spirit has been reduced a lot.

Their front collapsed, and several companies were completely destroyed.

Afterwards, the Dread Warriors ignored the humans in the trenches and quickly assembled to the new battle site.

Fearing that they would be late.

"Praise Diablo!"

Broken Horn became more and more excited, and couldn't wait to kill more enemies.

Now, the entire Wester planet is full of Nurgle's army, and it's all white blood spots.

This is simply a paradise of fire.

After this battle, he will get higher-level equipment and get more favor and blessings.

If possible, he hopes to stay in such a battlefield forever!

After the Dread Warriors left, the 97th Regiment of Calth finally cheered for victory.

"Heka Harbor City is defended!"

Ward finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and fell on the sandbag to rest.

Wait for his physical strength to recover.

He got up and climbed to the watchtower again, using the electronic telescope to check the situation on other battlefields.

The major realized that his home planet had become a huge battlefield, and there was a risk of destruction at any time.

In the telescope, he saw even more terrifying creatures, and his heart almost stopped.

It was the Tyranids!

Any army of the Empire knew the horror of these insects. When they descended on the planet, it meant complete destruction.

A large number of spore sacs landed on the battlefield in the distance, and the swarm of insects poured out.

However, those Tyranids with yellow smoke did not attack humans, but rushed towards the Nurgle demons in groups.

Devour them completely!

Ward was a little confused. One strange thing after another made the major unable to understand.

No knowledge or faith could explain all this.

"The Emperor blesses..."

He was silent for a while, and finally said so. It must be the Emperor who blesses West, so that the abominations and aliens dare not harm humans.

Soon, the telescope observed a new terrifying existence.

It was an abominable demon floating in the air.

The demon's horns were hideous, and the demon body was burning with strange flames. The complex and mysterious runes all over the 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 eyes and could not bear the intimidation. His body softened and he fainted.

...

Outskirts of Heka Port City.

"Who is spying on me?"

Ron's hideous body floated in the air, with dense Tyranid gargoyles hovering above his head, and more spore sacs falling.

He took a look and didn't pay attention anymore.

He returned his attention to the psychic message he had just received, which was the latest battle report.

The Great Fluttering Moth Mortarion deployed all his troops to Wester Star, trying to defend this important planet.

And Regent Guilliman had led his troops to the ground to fight against the opponent.

Ron was a little worried about Brother Ji: "That guy shouldn't be in any trouble, right?"

After all, the record of the Imperial Regent was indeed not very good. Every time he participated in a duel, he didn't have a good ending, especially in this favorable situation.

He pondered and issued an order as the savior, asking the Thunder Guards and the Sons of Man to assist the other party.

As the Dark Prince, he continued to lead the Chaos and Alien armies to fight, while looking for the whereabouts of the Plague Factory.

At present, the reconnaissance team has preliminarily scanned the entire planet and found no whereabouts of any Plague Factory.

It seems that it is hidden very deeply and it is difficult to find it using normal means.

Fortunately, he has other reconnaissance troops, especially the Tyranid Aliens.

Ron contacted the Tyranid leader Lao Ba through the Gestalt psychic network and used him to issue orders to the Zerg.

His current demon body cannot directly control the Zerg, and only the Tyranid clone-Blade Wing can control all the Tyranids.

Afterwards, under the command of Lao Ba, the Zerg Hive Fleet released the Licat Assassins to all cities and jungles in West.

Insect scouts that can adapt to seawater were released in the sea.

As for the sky, the Tyranid Gargoyles were responsible for the search.

They will soon be able to adapt to the local environment and look for the smell of corrupted machines.

"My swarm is endless!"

Ron thought as he landed on a ruin.

Dense and overwhelming swarms of worms swarmed out from behind him, pounced on the battlefield in the distance, and devoured all the Nurgle demon army and even the demon engine.

He could feel the joy of the swarm, these little guys just liked it.

Unknowingly, his savior had secretly mastered too much power and completely became a strong man on the galactic stage.

It can even affect the fate of the galaxy.

Boom--

The ground broke.

Hundreds of meters long black mutant digging pythons broke out of the ground, and the heavy scales on their bodies flashed with strange light. Only by looking closely can you find that the scales are made of black stone.

Not only the external armor, but also the internal giant stomach is made of black stone.

And it is also superimposed with the blessing of darkness.

It is a specially cultivated Tyranid unit that has been cast with the Chaos God Diablo, which can better resist the erosion of the subspace energy and even isolate the subspace.

The mutant digging python attacked the Nurgle demons and devoured a large number of them in one breath.

Then it dived into the ground again.

It was responsible for searching the rock layers deep underground.

"Since it is hidden so deep, I will search the entire planet. I don't believe I can't find it!"

Ron's scarlet eyes were sharp and he laughed coldly.

Of course, the little Tyranids were not looking blindly. They would prioritize searching the areas where the enemy was most heavily guarded.

After the Tyranid swarm locked the breath, the wizards would use witchcraft creations to thoroughly find the location of the corrupt core. The cooperation of multi-race units is always more efficient.

Suddenly, Ron's magic wings fluttered and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, the wailing of the Nurgle demon sounded...