The third Storm Bird came down from a group of warriors wearing gray iron power armor and shoulder armor painted with yellow and black stripes. The leader's body was taller and thicker than most of his brothers, and his broad face was covered with scars. , a pair of lowered eyes hidden under a protruding forehead, making him look very savage. His scalp is shaved smooth and covered with crisscrossing cables and jagged scars - these appearance features make him look very warlike. , and this is very consistent with his simple armor with almost no decorations. The only decorations on it are chains and rivets. One of his bare arms can also see flowing silver light, as if it is made of metal, hanging from his waist. Carrying a battle ax and a bolter.
He is Honso, who once served the Hurons and is now an Iron Warrior war blacksmith.
The fourth Stormbird walked out of a group of warriors wearing black and green armor. They were surrounded by the breath of death and morbid melancholy. The three flies on the shoulder armor formed the symbol of the evil god Nurgle, but one thing that was very special about them was that, Compared with ordinary plague warriors, they do not have very significant mutations, and their armor is only slightly rusty and can even be called clean. If it were not for their logo, it would be difficult to believe that this is a Nurgle warband.
These Chaos Space Marines are called the Plague Army. They were originally a Purifier Chapter, but in the late M36, the Chapter's ideology was contaminated by a desperate belief. They believed that the Milky Way had been irredeemably corrupted. The only path to purity is death, which ultimately leads to the Chapter falling into the arms of the evil god Nurgle.
However, their unique philosophy makes them think differently from most Nurgle warbands who "spread blessings". The Plague Army despises all forms of life, whether normal or pathological, and will slowly and systematically attack them in battle. They use poison gas and other deadly weapons that do not distinguish between friend and foe to remove all traces of life, which often causes them to even have fierce conflicts with other Nurgle warbands. Many Plague Priests of the Fourteenth Legion even denounced them as "heresies", but this did not It does not affect their professionalism in the fields of extermination and biological and chemical weapons.
The leader of this unique Nurgle warband is Mosaviol Gunst, known as the "Blessed Forgotten Messenger".
The last thing that appeared was a group of Thousand Sons in golden and blue armor, wearing towering serpent helmets, and their scarlet letters. The leader was a man wearing gorgeous armor and a bright silver cloak, surrounded by faint witch fire, and wearing a Tzeentch horned helmet. A wizard with many screaming faces carved on his body, a long blue sword hung on his waist, and his backpack seemed to emit an eerie chuckle when he walked.
He is Sextus the Instigator.
Sextus was originally a sergeant in the Thousand Sons Legion. While studying the Scarlet Letter of Ahriman, he led his Scarlet Letter warriors to betray the Legion without any warning. After thousands of years of hard work, he absorbed other Thousand Sons wanderers. Wizards and illegal psykers formed their own warband and led the warband to pursue a mysterious goal. During this period, psykers continued to gather for this cause, and he himself was still obsessed with studying Ahriman. red letter.
Huron ignored the helpers and mercenaries and walked straight to the giant balcony extending out of the tarmac. Above his head, the huge sun visor unfolded like a magnificent machine.
When he walked into the bloody sunshine, the huge nest stretched out in all directions, dotted with many towers, factories and churches, separated by rows of neat reinforced concrete transportation lines, dividing this huge
The industrial hive is divided into neat blocks, and the mechanical monks are well-organized, and their rigid thinking is clearly reflected here.
The massive power station looms beneath the hive spiers, its twin generators miles apart on either side, each with its breathtakingly massive ductwork, gothic ventilation towers, capacitor shrines and vast armored flanks
Huron could even feel the energy rushing through his body, and he could also hear their continuous whimpering as they struggled to output energy.
Maintenance servitors crawl like arachnids on the giant generators, working tirelessly to keep the overloaded machinery running.
The entire city, from its pulsating industrial center to its crumbling outer workers' ghettos, is brought under the control of a giant tower.
The Governor's Tower is surrounded by alloy walls and towers into the sky. The wind-eroded stone and jagged tower surface is covered with windows and lights of defense facilities. Fortresses and missile launchers are scattered on it. There are five secondary spiers around it.
Carrying the void shield generator, it maintains an invisible barrier on the top of the Governor's Tower.
In a sense, this is a fortress, and a formidable one at that.
Of course, even the greatest fortress is useless without the protection of an army.
Just like now, just a few killers can make the governor's palace leaderless, and just a few space warriors can make the people inside flee. This is almost a reproduction of the current situation of the empire. The so-called terrifying behemoth is just a rickety building.
The house is making its final struggle on the last few pillars.
He once thought that he was one of the pillars, but later he discovered that he was wrong. There were not only ruins and broken bricks and tiles in this house, but also countless silverfish, gnawing at the remaining pillars. The ignorant
I want to completely knock this house down and crush myself to death.
Then Huron woke up and he would not be such a fool again.
With complicated thoughts, he walked to the edge of the broken balcony and looked down.
Thousands of meters below him, from one side to the other of the several-kilometer-wide "Imperial Plaza", were crowded with hordes of planet dwellers, thousands of planetary defense troops, slave laborers of the Industrial Corps, and lower-class cultists.
, they all stared at their new master from below, and shouted their desperate enthusiasm to the sky above them, the sound wave became louder than the wave, even drowning Huron's superhuman senses.
He knew that more and more people were surrounding the square from all sides. They were gathering in front of the factory windows and filling the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of their savior.
Thinking of this, his face was full of satisfaction, and the broken corpses of several members of the ruling family of the nest were hanging on the wall, staring helplessly at him.
The people here love him so much, because it was he who saved these people from the torture of aliens in the past, it was he who worked tirelessly to repair the industry and infrastructure here, and it was he who formulated the most just laws here.
and promotion without class restrictions.
Even when the empire declared him a traitor, the people here still supported him.