Chapter 443: Out-of-print classic: Loyal mobile brother Tailun Guishan!

The roar of artillery fire became more intense.

The entire plague factory was shaking, especially the cauldron of Nurgle in the center, and the liquid began to jump around, spilling on the edge.

"No, my plague!"

Kugas hurriedly held the cauldron and used thick rotten wood to reinforce it to control its shaking.

He was very angry, but his voice was low: "The empire's troops should not be here, they have affected my work, and the Divine Plague will be frightened.

Then it won’t be perfect…”

In truth, Nurgle's first favorite had deeper worries.

What if the sons of the Corpse Emperor break into this place, or the cauldron is overturned by an explosion?

The war outside the Plague Factory has affected his work, and he can sense that the corrupt machines are collapsing one after another.

It's really bad...

"Kugas, do your job."

At some point, the shadow of Death Lord Mortalion appeared nearby:

"We are not close to defeat, but we are ushering in the final victory. The two primarchs are taking the initiative to die."

He immediately comforted this crucial Nurgle favorite to prevent him from being affected by his low mood and causing problems with the Plague of God.

"I will personally solve the war outside. No one can break into this place."

A trace of killing intent flashed across Mortalion's face: "The Regent is not my opponent yet, and neither is the Savior. They are stupid and ignorant, and have never seen real power.

Anyway, I'll catch them, and then you'll need your God's Plague to completely destroy them.

In this way, the Corruption Network can use the death of the Primarch to pull all of Ultramar into the realm of the Father and usher in the most important success in the great cause. "

"Yes, my Lord Death, the plague of God will come at the right time."

Kugas calmed down a bit and saluted in a muffled voice. The protective suit stretched the fat into strange shapes.

After that, the shadow of the Death Lord disappeared, taking away the Nurgle demons such as Septicemia and Bad Throat in the Plague Factory.

Let them put 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 empire's army to penetrate the core of the plague factory.

"Son of the Corpse Emperor, my stupid brother, you all underestimated me."

Mortalion flapped several pairs of moth-like wings gently: "I never let myself indulge in this corruption, but I use it, control it, and use corruption as my slave.

Now you will see it all! "

He suddenly waved the giant scythe, as if cutting off some kind of switch, causing 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 to other planets with corrupted machines.

Tens of billions of lives are suffering, decaying, sinking, and then turning into nourishment for the corrupt network.

All power is gathered into this realm constructed by the Death Lord, and his power is indescribably strengthened here.

The ferocious shadow of the Ascending Demonic Primarch covered everything.

Zila~

The reality here is out of control, the sky has plunged into darkness, and the dark storm is expanding.

The thick fog was filled with horrific cries and the stench of invisible hell.

Those who inhaled the smoke coughed, their eyes were red, blood gushed from their mouths and noses, and many more fell down forever.

Not just people.

Rust appeared on the surface of the suspended tanks and turrets, and the internal parts fell off, making a squeaking sound, and could no longer be started.

The operation of blessed war machines such as Dreadnoughts and Imperial Knights has also become obscure.

The weapons were corrupted even more deeply.

The energy pack of the laser gun in the soldier's hand lost energy, and the propellant of the explosive bomb was rusting and could no longer be fired.

Death Lord Mortarion used a terrifying network of corruption to weaken and destroy the combat effectiveness of the Imperial warriors who entered the realm.

The troops stopped urgently and adjusted their formation.

"Count our losses!"

Calgar, the leader of the Ultramarines, roared angrily and ordered the commanders to report the loss of weapons and vehicles. They could not deal with 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 savior did not appear to be corroded.

Those weapons had been exposed to the golden light of the sacred tower for one hundred and eighty days and were fully blessed.

This makes the Ultramarines more firmly support the weapons produced in the Savior Territory, which are the real high-end weapons.

"Just now, my fallen brother killed tens of billions of lives."

Guilliman walked over, his resolute face full of anger: "He created an abyss in an attempt to stop our progress, but that is impossible!"

Calgar did not back down and was determined to make more sacrifices:

"Sir, we will fight to the end, even if we only use our fists and teeth, we will make hatred pay the price!"

"Let the warriors who have lost their weapons leave with the wounded and sick. They can no longer participate in such a war..." Guilliman received some news and made a decision.

He shook his head:

"My brother and savior has sent a message. New reinforcements are on the way. They will work with us to break through the enemy's defenses."

The news that the Savior's reinforcements were about to arrive excited the entire army.

They continued to move forward.

However, it didn't take long for the troops led by the Imperial Regent to reach the end of the road.

The situation became worse.

All the land ahead was cut into isolated islands, with no roads connecting them. The isolated islands were filled with a large number of poisonous swamps.

The swamps were flooded, and piles of dead trees were soaked in water, severely corrupted, and strange fungi grew. There were also giant deadly creatures moving underneath.

What's more troublesome is that this area without reality interfered with the flight of the machinery.

Several vanguard companies rushed into the poisonous swamp that was over their waists to scout the terrain for the large army, but they soon disappeared in the thick fog.

There was no response.

Only the sound of steel tearing and chewing could be heard.

Afterwards, Nurgle's army launched an attack from the other side of the isolated island, and the overwhelming swarm of flies harassed the remote troops of the Ultramarines.

Like the armies in other directions, the army of the Imperial Regent was also blocked.

The Ultramarines fell one after another under the attack of plague bombs, their bodies and armors were corrupted, but they had no way to launch a counterattack against the enemy.

In mid-air.

The human face formed by the corrupted fly swarm had vicious and greedy eyes, but the voice was that of the Lord of Death:

"My brother, look at your miserable appearance, your gene offspring are dying, but you can't do anything..."

"Motarion, you can only hide like a rat in the gutter, come out and duel with me!"

"Your clumsy provocation can't affect me, maybe when all your offspring are dead, I will consider playing with you.

Of course, you can also escape from here with your offspring like a poor worm."

While speaking, the unnatural fly swarm captured an Ultramarines, tortured him to death in front of the Ultra Primarch, and threw him into the swamp.

That was a great shame.

The Ultra Primarch and the Regent of the Empire's breathing became heavy.

For a moment, he wanted to take the champion of the personal guard into the swamp, find the fallen brother, and then give him the greatest punishment.

But the Imperial Regent remembered the Savior's instructions and hidden plans, and tried to force himself to calm down.

That was an irrational choice.

He could not fall into the enemy's trap, let alone destroy his brother's plan.

The air became more deadly, more weapons were failing, more and more people died, and any equipment could not guarantee safety.

The Ultramarines recited the Emperor's prayer one after another, as if only faith could protect them at this moment.

Guilliman endured and asked the think tank around him: "Have you found the Savior's reinforcements?"

The reconnaissance equipment has failed, and now he can only use psychic power to explore the situation on the battlefield so that he will not become blind.

What's more troublesome is that his troops can't hold on for too long, and the plague is gradually taking shape.

According to the agreed time, the reinforcements mentioned by the Savior should have arrived.

The Imperial Regent fell into deep worry. Every second of delay would cause the Empire to slide a distance into the depths of the abyss.

"My Lord, perhaps the Savior's reinforcements have also been blocked. We should make a decision."

Calgar advised that they could no longer wait.

"Wait a little longer, I believe in the Savior."

The Imperial Regent did not make a decision easily, because his brother had never broken his promise. He said that if the reinforcements could arrive, they would definitely arrive.

As soon as he finished speaking, he got a response.

"Emperor, our reinforcements have arrived."

The think tank with psychic lightning in his eyes exclaimed, but his expression immediately changed: "No... That's the alien army!"

In the thick fog behind the Imperial Regent's troops, countless noisy roars appeared, and the psychic energy in them became very mixed.

That was the interference of Tyran in the subspace.

The Ultramarines looked at the overwhelming swarm of insects, and for a moment they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

They were caught in the pincer attack of Chaos and Aliens, 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 orders of the Primarch and watched the alien swarms rushing towards them like a tide.

Some warriors were even ready to die.

But in the tense mood of the Ultramarines, the swarms passed them and rushed towards the poisonous swamp.

The wailing of Nurgle life came from the thick fog.

What is even more amazing is 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 without fear of death to protect the Ultramarines.

"Emperor, is this a miracle..."

This scene shocked everyone, and the think tank priests felt incredible, and their own beliefs were impacted.

Aren't aliens evil?

But soon, these believers with deep faith automatically repaired their logic and restored their piety.

When in doubt, the Emperor's theology.

Such abnormal deeds can only be explained by the Emperor's blessing. Anyway, it was all done by the old man!

It's okay for that great and omnipotent being to interfere with or control the Zerg swarm, right?

Hiss——

The leader of the Tyranids, Lao Ba, obeyed the orders of the Dark Prince and the Lord of the Hive, and did not dare to invade any human allies.

Moreover, he and his Zerg were not interested in human flesh.

Those clean flesh and blood are not as good as the rotten flesh of Nurgle life. The plague rotten flesh is the most mellow and fragrant.

The Tyranid leader raised his head to the sky and issued an order to eat.

It was about the same as: Brothers, let's eat!

The Tyranid brain worms interfered with the corruption network in this area. The gargoyle wings raised a whirlwind to disperse the heavy fog. More insects rushed to the isolated island to bite the Nurgle demons.

Collective buffet!

Not only that, but there were also Tyranid swarms sinking into the depths of the poisonous swamp.

While they were crazy about the thick soup, they used their bodies to support one chitin floating bridge after another.

"My brother, what did he do?!"

Guilliman looked at all this in amazement.

Perhaps the scene in front of him was one of the most ridiculous scenes in the galaxy.

Without too much hesitation, he drew out the Emperor's sword and ignited it, emitting a faint light all over his body.

That was a special effect trick learned from the Savior, but it was not so amazing.

But it was enough to boost morale.

"Warriors..."

The Imperial Regent swung his sword forward and roared: "All assemble, pass the swamp!"

"Courage and glory!"

The Ultramarines roared, one after another stepped onto the floating bridge made of alien bodies, and rushed to a series of isolated islands in front.

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!"

In the hail of bullets, the Ultramarines held high the banner of glory, climbed onto the body of the huge Hive Tyrant, and formed a mountain formation to shoot.

As the Hive Tyrant charged, the warriors swept and fired from a high position, unstoppable.

Loyal Tyranids move the Brother Mountain!

The war apostle shouted to the Emperor while recording such a sacred and heretical picture.

Unfortunately, these pictures can only exist in the forbidden archives and cannot be published.

The apostle could only compromise and re-photographed some pictures that only the Ultramarines had 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 by the Death Lord.

Approaching the Plague Factory.

"No, this is impossible..."

Motarion looked down at the war sand table 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 terrifying thing is that more fronts 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.

The Dread Warriors fought side by side with the Sisters of Battle.

The original deadly enemies united together tacitly, breaking through the defense line of the Nurgle army, and the races of the galaxy united to attack themselves!

The Death Lord had seen war reports before, and felt that there was exaggeration, but the facts were not so outrageous.

The deeds in it may just be a coincidence.

But when he saw the wonderful combination of Brother Tyran, Guishan, Khorne, Tzeentch, and the Savior Demon Inquisitor, he was completely overwhelmed.

"Heretic, what a heretic!"

In the Plague Stronghold, Mortarion roared through the defense, like a loyal defender of the Emperor.

Are all the members of the Inquisition dead? How could such heresy appear in the Empire? !

He felt inexplicably wronged. When he was still loyal to the Empire, he was judged and ignored for using psychic power.

Now the psychic power used by the Empire is more outrageous than the other.

Various heretical behaviors and technologies have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, especially the Savior, who is even more radical than his fallen Primarch.

He has directly introduced the energy of the Warp into the galaxy on a large scale, which is a heretic among heretics.

How unfair!

After venting, Mortarion slowly recovered his emotions.

He realized the problem.

The reason why those forces united may be because they feared the plague of God and the great cause that Father Nurgle was about to create.

The power of Father Nurgle caused panic among other Chaos Gods, and they had to join forces to interfere.

For this reason, the Lord of Death was deeply worried.

The situation might be more dangerous than he imagined, and even Father Nurgle himself would be attacked by other Chaos Gods.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

The crisis was inevitable. Father Nurgle and his favorites could not give up the cake that was about to be in hand, give up the huge power, and allow themselves to be attacked by other forces.

Moreover, other Chaos Gods had already launched an offensive and could not give up halfway.

The only way now was to completely win this plague war and give Father Nurgle more power to resist the upcoming attack.

"Fortunately, I still have the plague of God, and the victory of the war has entered the countdown."

Mortarion looked at the clock, his expression became indifferent again, and he had the confidence to win the war.

It was only an hour, and he could still resist it.

The worst case scenario was to release the brewing plague in advance, so that all the attacking troops would die in this closed cage.

He already knew the horror of the plague in its final stages. Even Kugath, the first favorite, could not resist its poisonous gas.

Although the Primarch could not be killed, the armies of the Empire, Chaos, and Aliens could not stop it.

The plague was so shocking before it came. How terrifying would the plague virus be if it was truly completed by dripping the Primarch's blood?

Motarion thought about it and felt extremely expectant.

He stared at the Regent who was getting closer and closer to the Plague Factory in the war sandbox: "My foolish brother, the next is our last battle!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure with the plague virus disappeared.

The Death Lord personally led the most elite Death Guard and the demon army to attack the Regent of the Empire.

He was determined to take his life.

...

Somewhere on the edge of the battlefield.

The earth bulged and roared, and the dark mutant digging python opened its huge mouth with dense teeth like a shield machine, swallowing the demons on the battlefield.

Ron's flaming demon body stood on the head of the mutant digging python, driving this 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 are not without rules, but are coordinating actions. Some of them are even responsible for attracting firepower, luring the attack of Nurgle demons at all costs.

All this is to create a tiny defense gap that no one notices.

The opportunity is fleeting, so you must wait patiently.

"The opportunity is here!"

Suddenly, Ron stopped the mutant digging python and activated a dark technological creation.

The armor-like creation covered his body, like layer after layer of protective clothing, with fine black stone on the outside.

Black stone, a substance that can interfere with the subspace and psychic energy, made him a little uncomfortable.

But it was a life-saving protection, and it had to be done.

Now, the long-awaited defense gap has appeared, and he must pass through it as quickly as possible.

The black stone technology machinery buried in the outer skin of the dark mutant digging python flickered, temporarily repelling the subspace and reducing the influence of the corrupted network.

Boom——

After that, Ron drove the digging python into the deepest part of the ground and rushed forward quickly.

Target... Plague Factory!