For the fourteenth legion of the past, it has been many years since there has been such a large-scale gathering. Battleships of large and small sizes poured out from every crack in the Plague Star, from the corrupt spaceport and the dark fortress.
Those living ships, surrounding the huge sickly yellow star, were like a long string of filthy spots spread out, and the dark green sign lights were dim and weak.
Under the shadow of the God of Plague, these metal creations are eroded every day by the decay that can make all things wither, but they are also nourished by it, becoming one of the countless paradoxes of the subspace - the most powerful and the most pathological
, the most decadent but also the strongest, the most unified and the most changeable.
Most battleships are engraved with their own unique symbols, indicating that they belong to a certain warband. Although the Death Guard is famous for its unity, in fact, serious divisions inevitably occurred during the ten thousand years of war.
However, under the command of the original body, the Pale Hands, the Prolific Ones, the Rot Choir, the Lord of Gloom, the Plague Apostles, the Rot Claws, the Weepers, the Carrion Hounds and many other warbands, put aside many of the prejudices of the past and once again
Unite under the banner of the Plague God and fight for one goal.
Looking at the magnificent fleet outside, Luo Ga, the leader of the Plague Lord warband (this guy really has this name, I had to use this homophonic name to avoid duplication of names) couldn't help but sigh.
As a non-legionary warband, they are not popular here, and few warships are willing to approach them, although their bodies are as corrupt as those of the descendants of the Fourteenth Legion.
But their lineage is always doubtful.
According to the only historical records of the warband, the Plague Lords were once a loyal Space Marine chapter called the "Spears of the Wyverns" and a group of 30 Space Marines who were forced by Saint Barius to carry out the Abyssal Expedition.
One of the groups.
But no one knows how the Winged Dragon Spear Chapter became the Plague Lords it is today. In short, they became believers of the Corruption God, obeyed the orders of the Corrupted Primarch, and even participated in the famous attack on Vraks.
City battle.
Luo Ga knew little about the origins of this. He did not like to study the past like the previous warband leader.
His world is shallow, full of bloodshed and obsession, driven only by current impulses and contempt rather than by intricate causes and effects created by history.
The leader of the warband then looked out of the near-view window of the bridge and saw part of his ship, the Stone of Sorrow.
Groups of growths wrapped around it and condensed on it. The huge turret was almost completely covered by blistered synapses. It was difficult to recreate the original appearance of the ship. Moreover, Luo Ga was not a shipbuilder.
I'm too lazy to waste energy on imagining.
It has been nearly five hundred years since the Stone of Sorrow became the active home of the warband, but it still maintains excellent performance. Although the ship's latent consciousness will deliberately exclude the residents on it from time to time, its power cannot be underestimated.
Years of wear and tear have made its bones stronger, its creaking arsenal more devastating, its engines running more powerfully and always roaring like life.
Perhaps it will never be a flexible ship, and its firepower will never be able to match that of a fully armed battleship, nor can it send a huge formation of fighter planes to the battlefield like an aircraft carrier, but it will still be an extremely tough ship.
Ancient warrior.
Feeling dissatisfied with the alienation, Luo Ga touched the convex corners on his forehead and sat back in his seat amidst the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Everyone in the warband was excited about what was to come, even the stubborn zombie pharmacist was visibly excited.
Luo Ga tapped his soft knees with his armored fingers. He could see the captain just a hundred meters ahead, his body sunk deep in a grid composed of circular nutrient tubes.
Like most captains in the service of the Plague God, he had become part of the warship, limbs and torso fused into a ganglion of wires and plugs, eyes obscured by tubes leading to external sensors, fingers on
The signal relay twisted and trembled unconsciously.
Luo Ga could see the chicken pox on the exposed skin of the other man's neck, and it was already serious. He might have a few more years to live before insanity or physical collapse ended his long life.
Then, he will rot, integrate into the flight capsule, and become fertilizer, providing rich nutrients for the survival of his successor after transplanting the next captain.
For those who care about these things, especially those who are priests, it is part of the great trajectory of rebirth, the essence of great doctrine.
Luo Ga turned his head and looked out the window. Starships were crowded in all directions, and even his twisted soul was slightly rippled.
The entire space seemed to have completely disappeared, replaced by a forest of plasma filled with the light of over-mixed thrusters.
Then, he saw that thing.
Among the many well-known warships, that one is particularly outstanding.
Since the beginning of recorded history, it has been competing with monsters and legendary battleships with deep roots, and it still remains powerful to this day.
It was perhaps the most sinister-looking of all the ships present, twisted and altered by the power of the god, so rotten that it would have fallen apart had it not been for the power of the Plague God beating within its ancient heart.
From a distance, the old ship's spine has been severely corroded, and its ridges are mixed with dissolved heavy metals and bubbling plague broth. For this reason, its precise size is impossible to determine, because a ball of
It is obscured by subspace flies covering thousands of kilometers.
Over countless centuries, it has formed a permanent closed zone, with thick layers of insects flying around in space. Such a scene is completely impossible to occur in reality.
But Luo Ga's sight could penetrate those shields, and he could see two large holes in the rusty bow, outlining a circle of iron rings, which were covered with yellowed tusks, like two terrifying
's huge mouth.
If you were swallowed by that huge mouth, it would definitely feel like being swallowed by a living thing.
Of course, this is pretty close to reality.
"Terminus...is here too."
Luo Gamo rubbed his fingers and said the name of this great ship.
The Terminus is a Predator-class battleship and the prototype of this type of battleship. It was completed in a shipyard on the moon. Because of its unique design, it is larger and more powerful than previous models, but it is also more bulky.
The Emperor created the ship for his Space Marine Legions and gifted it to the Dusk Raiders, who would become the Death Guard.
Even in the era of the Great Crusade, the Terminus was a huge warship. Its hive-like hull was equipped with firepower capable of leveling cities. Its deck was large enough to accommodate hundreds of aircraft. Its distinctive forked bow
It can serve as a launch bay and artillery deck, meaning it can launch assault boats and simultaneously conduct orbital bombardment of a planet.
Not long after the Primarch's return, the Terminus became the flagship of Typhons, First Captain of the Death Guard, and was corrupted by the Plague God during the Heresy, growing and twisting even to this day.
To the Imperium, the battleship had become an affront to the Emperor, a scar that would never heal from the Great Heresy, and an eternal reminder of treachery.
Just as Luo Ga was deep in thought, the communications officer's thick voice suddenly sounded.
"Master, the flagship sent an order and we were organized into the second assault group."
"Got it, do you have any more?"
"The new coordinates have been transmitted, and we will go to the gate of the eternal secret book."
Hearing that name, Luo Ga was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of this thing before.