"Repel them! Reinforcements are on the way! Don't let a corrupt master's lackey, for Kane! for survival!"
The moment the airdrop cabin opened, the former soldier of the Sixth Company of the Death Guard, Newryan Rotis, who was now the captain of the "Zero" team of the Sixth Sepsis Brigade, let out a low laugh.
Although he could not understand the language of this inferior race, he could understand the fear and despair in the other person's heart—
The most fragrant flowers can always bloom in the desperate soil.
With this idea, he took his notebook from the cheering Nurgling, who was cheering and excited, pulled out the pen inserted on his shoulder, and wrote the sentence on it.
Newryan Rotis' armor is a sickly green overall. The dirty and rusty armor and the corrupt body present a "giant view" like a rotten corpse. Sores, ulcers and open wounds are everywhere. The wriggling tentacles and the iconic bone horn of the left shoulder prove further variation, while the face part has long mutated into a strange structure. Only a bronze ball inlaid on the broken inner armor shows the deep embrace of the plague warrior's blessing power.
Most of the time, he was surrounded by two turbulent Nurgle spirits, one with a plague incense burner from the demon gene primordial Motarian, which was always emitting a fatal aromatherapy of the disease, and the other with a rusted and damaged helmet, which was his helmet that once belonged to humans.
Unlike most plague lords, Newryan Rotis has absolute loyalty to Motarian, the father of genes, and devotes everything he has to the legion. This loyalty even surpasses his belief in Nurgur and has won him favor from Motarian.
In the long battle of thousands of years, the Galaxy has become a crazier place. This madness has also infected most of the former legion soldiers. Betrayal and arrogance have become some kind of epidemic, but Newryan Rotis has not been infected by many evil deeds.
He still remembers the battle when the Legion became a mortal before it became a death guard, and he was skinny and covered with scars, which were signs of his pride.
And before that, he still remembered the scene of living in Barbarus as a child. It was a nightmare, and nothing worse than this - fighting for survival in a prison where there are only dead or living dead.
It was Motarian who brought them liberation, which other latecomers of the Legion would never understand.
Newryan Rothis considered himself not a blind fanatic. He understood that the Primarch also had weaknesses, but he would never forget the first time he acted in order to gain freedom. He could only witness the warlords on the mountain doing impunity to the cringing mortals, and only witnessed with his own eyes what the Lord of Death did to save the people. Otherwise, no one would truly understand why his loyalty was.
This is why even though there was a tear from Typhonse and various brutal warlords, the Death Guard did not really split.
The veterans of the Legion are still grateful, and they will never forget the Primarch's efforts that ultimately failed, and Newcreon Rotis is one of them.
Therefore, in this raid, Typhonse was the leader, while Newryan represented the will of the primordial body. The cooperation and game between the two determine the success or failure of the entire action.
Fortunately, compared with the stubbornness of most people in the 14th Legion, Newcrion Rothis has a very different agile thinking from his huge and slow body, especially in the Death Guard, who can be called the clever head of Oglin.
However, this led to another strange flaw, which was that he had a pathological obsession with all philosophical thinking, and occasionally became deeply trapped in it and could not extricate himself.
Newryan Rotis even asks his soldiers to learn to think well.
"The Sixth Sepsis Team is in place."
Looking up, watching dark green scratches pass by the sky, Newcrion Rothis signaled to an existence in the distance.
Typhons in the fleet was responsible for weakening the enemy's firepower, and Newcrion Rotis led the team to raid the fortress, which was a plan that had been designated before.
"Put the wrath of the kind father on these despicable aliens."
The lukewarm voice of Typhonse rang in his ears, and Newcrion Rotis just snorted in response.
To be honest, he didn't like Typhonse at all. This guy didn't even respect the Primrose and regarded himself as the father's favorite son, but forgot who made him an Astarte.
However, the overall situation is the most important thing, and he has no intention of making trouble with the other party. When the war ends, each other has time.
All the elements were sorted out in his mind. Newryan Rothis moved slowly and now he had become a complete part of his body. The exoskeleton, once known as the power armor, immediately made a rust-like friction sound like a door opening, and when his soft soles stepped on the hard ground, he would make a "puzzle" sound like a wet sponge.
The pink Nurgrey spirit with his once helmet noticed his movements and walked up arrogantly. The other Nurgrey spirit jumped onto his shoulders in the copper-rusted incense burner.
Behind him, the soldiers of the "Zero" team followed his lord with guns and live ammunition.
On the wider battlefield, landing cabins opened one after another with corrosive green gases, and staggering rotten giants paced out of it.
They were greeted by the dense firepower of the Dark Spirits, but these giants wearing decay armor were still slow, as if they were just taking a walk.
More than two thousand plague warriors were put into landing operations, including a large number of affiliated cultists, some armored vehicles and small-scale demon groups. They approached from three directions toward the main building of the Ether Fortress. At the same time, the fleets in the distance continued to bombard the Ether Fortress, forcing the defenders to put a lot of energy into the shield, thereby reducing the firepower on the ground.
The Dark Spirit Clan was never willing to sit and wait for death. They kept firing with the poison crystal guns, and at the same time controlled the tear cannons and pulse cannons on the fortress to create one miniature explosion after another on the battlefield.
In response, twelve roaring war machines slowly drove out from the thick green fog at the edge of the front line.
They are huge in size and comparable to the largest armored vehicle in the Empire. The overall outline is like a beetle crawling on the ground. The rusted green metal shell is covered with corroded pits, making them look like garbage trucks pieced together by scavengers.
In front of the car body is a huge thick shovel, with heavy assault cannons on both sides, and a heavy bomb on the car body.
But the most conspicuous thing is the huge mortar behind the body of the car.