Chapter 20 May we all stand beside the emperor

"Let us take action and give the blessings of our loving father to these ordinary people who were fooled by the Corpse King." Gurlo said, striding forward, and the other Plague Marines made way for their lord to pass.

The Plague Marines' armors were oozing with foul-smelling liquid, stretched out by their bloated bodies, and covered with a layer of green flies, exuding a disgusting stench and a miserable green mist from the inside out.

"Let us bring the gift of a loving father to those idiots." Gurlo's deputy also spoke, his voice sounded like a rotten throat, but he was able to speak.

It followed Gurlo closely, walking toward the battlefield holding a flesh-and-blood power hammer, its distillation equipment and experimental blight grenades clanking.

It is worth introducing that Gurro's deputy is a plague alchemist, who can create terrible plagues by mixing different germs and viruses. He can easily poison the entire empire's world and even spread to other worlds, bringing countless pain and suffering.

die.

The threat posed by the Plague Alchemists is far more terrifying than that of other Plague Marines. They will poison those Imperial worlds they come into contact with, and even invent sacrificial rituals to sacrifice Imperial worlds and turn them into Nurgle's gardens.

"Praise the Father."

"Gifts, bring them gifts."

"A father's love."

"Destroy the Corpse Emperor."

The other Plague Marines also wielded rusty bolters, swords, hammers, and plague spray guns with rotten nozzles, cheering, and followed Gurlo, preparing to launch the final wave of attacks.

Gurlo, who was walking at the front, raised the huge plague battle ax in his hand and let out a hoarse, terrifying war cry, "We are the sons of Mortarion, we are the embodiment of plague and death."

Other Plague Marines also echoed with the same war cry, the roar of artillery fire sounded, and the demon engines and the artillery controlled by the traitors launched bombardment on the fortress again.

The plague cannonballs flew towards the flickering shield of the fortress, and flame petals full of malice bloomed on it. A large number of plague poison clouds dispersed with the explosion, but were blocked by the shield.

The fortress's shield was flickering, and it was obvious that it had reached its limit.

With the continuous bombardment, the shield generator has reached the edge of overload. With a few more rounds of bombardment, the fortress will lose the protection of the shield.

Without shields, the fortress will become a piece of meat on the chopping block, to be butchered at will.

"Release the gift of the loving father." Gurlo ordered.

Soon, a large number of plague zombies were driven from a distance.

They were once living people, residents and defenders of the planet, but now they have become Nurgle's puppets and playthings.

Many of the zombies were still wearing the clothes of the planet defenders, and their weapons and equipment were hanging hanging from their bodies.

They only retain simple instincts and cannot use weapons.

Gurro also does not need them to use weapons. The plague zombies mainly rely on the plague they carry to cause damage to the enemy.

These creatures stared ahead blankly, walking forward blankly, with green mucus dripping from their teeth-slit faces.

The rotting flesh and wriggling tentacles emitted the stench of decay, and the whimpers from the dead echoed in the air.

Driven by the Plague Marines, the plague zombies walked numbly towards the fortress, acting as cannon fodder to be consumed.

Tens of thousands of undead swarmed through the ruins, staggering towards the fire defense line of the imperial fortress.

Plague Marines followed closely behind, driving away the zombies like shepherds.

Behind them, the demonic engines used for long-range bombing such as the Plague Blasters are still maintaining uninterrupted bombardment, making the fortress's void shield flicker more and more, flickering on and off.

As the enemy entered the optimal attack distance, the defenders' firepower became active. Heavy laser cannons and cannons roared, harvesting rows of plague-ridden mutants.

The gunfire roared, and countless walking corpses were blown away and exploded into balls of rotten flesh, scattered everywhere.

The huge flamethrower released fire dragons one after another, burning those plague flies that wanted to get close to the defense line to charcoal.

The laser beam was shot from the bunker and hit the plague zombies, causing them to sizzle and turn into charred corpses that fell to the ground.

The defenders chanted the emperor's slogans and tried their best to save ammunition and kill the enemy, trying to repel the enemy again.

The Plague Marines responded in kind. The bolters in their hands accurately targeted the heavy units and main firepower points of the Imperial defenders, and they kept pulling the triggers.

The explosive bombs easily shattered the bodies of ordinary soldiers, destroyed heavy units, and removed important firepower points of the imperial defenders, allowing them to continue to drive the plague zombies forward.

Daemon engines such as the Plague Spreaders are also advancing, releasing terrifying plague shells and poisons, corroding the human defenders and suppressing their firepower.

The Imperial defenders tried their best, even using melta bombs tied to their bodies to try to stop the enemy's attack.

But no matter how hard they tried, they were still retreating steadily in the face of the fierce attacks of the Plague Warriors, losing positions one after another, and the defense line was continuously compressed.

The Plague Marines used their Dreadnoughts and Demonic Engines. The terrifying firepower of these behemoths made the defenders who lacked firepower miserable.

During several defensive battles, they lost a large number of artillery and tanks. Being trapped in the fortress, they basically had no heavy firepower.

"My merciful emperor, this time it's really over." Ji'an held the binoculars and looked at those terrifying, flesh-covered fearless mechas walking out of the miserable green mist, following closely behind the plague zombies.

Behind him, he knew that without a miracle, the fortress would fall sooner or later.

The Plague Marines also have Dreadnoughts, and they are models from 10,000 years ago. They have better performance and have been blessed by the Chaos God. Their combat power is even more terrifying than the Empire's Dreadnoughts.

Those fearless mechas walked past a burning Chimera personnel carrier. In front of its huge size, the Chimera personnel carrier seemed a bit out of place.

A huge cannon hangs from one hand of Dauntless, outputting firepower crazily. The other hand is a hand covered with barbs, and there is a big mouth on Dauntless's chest where the remains of the Plague Marine are stored.

, a group of eyes blinking near the big mouth, very penetrating.

Ji'an has seen these fearless attacks several times. When facing the empire, they were completely crushing and overwhelming, and the defenders could not stop them at all.

He had personally witnessed those Dauntless destroying a super-heavy fire tank, the Poison Blade, with ease. The firepower output was really terrifying.

"We don't even have a knight, so let's make a fool of ourselves. Let's find a small team as a suicide squad and see if we can get closer and blow it up with a melt bomb." Ji'an tried to struggle to see if he could exchange his life for it.

Dreadnought mecha.

Soon, a team ran out, and other troops used firepower to clear the way. They strapped melta bombs and rushed forward.

The tactics are very simple. You can detonate the melta bomb if you get close to it. If you die, you can let other teammates detonate it remotely. Just send it to it.

Unfortunately, although courage is a very rare thing, it can't change anything, especially on the battlefield, and it can't turn the tide of the battle.

"What a pity, it failed." Seeing the last soldier of the suicide squad yelling the Emperor's slogan being shattered by fearless long-range firepower, Ji'an smiled. He had lived for more than thirty years, and today he suffered the Emperor's death.

The call came.

"These are the civilians." Ji'an turned his head and looked deep into the fortress, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. He knew very well what the consequences would be if the last line of defense fell.

Chaos never shows any mercy.

Ji'an raised his head, and the shield flickered, as if it would break in the next second. Through the shield, his prosthetic eyes could see that the gray green air of the plague had covered the entire sky. The planet had fallen, and their struggle had ended.

Useless.

They have tried their best, but the outcome is already doomed.

Facing an invincible enemy, they had no chance of winning, and all they could do in the end was chant the Emperor's slogan and rush to their death.

Suppressing the sadness in his heart, Jiian took out his command knife and laser pistol, and turned on the army communicator, "I am very happy to fight with you. Colleagues, I hope that we can all be with the emperor. I wish you all the best."

All souls can be accepted by the Emperor. The glory of humanity will last forever, and the Emperor's light will shine forever. We will fight until the end, and Chaos will never make us surrender."

As Jie'an finished speaking, the overwhelmed shield flickered for a few times before disappearing completely.

The plague bomb fell in the fortress, setting off explosions and plague poisonous fog, and screams and cries came from the fortress.

The desperate voices of the civilians echoed throughout the fortress.

Everyone knows that their last moment has come.

Plague zombies and plague warriors broke through the defenders' fire defense line and started a crazy massacre on the last position.

The defenders also tried to use hand-to-hand combat to hold on to the last front and maintain the last dignity of mankind.
Chapter completed!