Endymion Star Cluster, Fifth War Zone, Slgard System, Shepherd III Planet, Aitra Hive
"Meet the enemy."
After calmly uttering a sticky word, the leader of the World Cleansing Plague Army, Mosaviols Kavilla, pulled the trigger of the bolt gun, and more than a dozen explosive shells roared into the green mist of Lake Mo, sharp.
The cry came immediately.
Beside him were twelve burly warriors, wearing light green power armor with white trim. The shield on their right shoulder was painted with the emblem of worship of the loving father Nurgle - three as if
They are flies that gather together to talk.
For a moment, in response to the explosive bomb, bullets from the laser gun whizzed past, but they mostly bounced off the warrior's armor harmlessly.
Mosaviolscavilla felt like someone was rubbing his helmet, but felt no pain. He fired a dozen more bullets into the fog, each one accompanied by a scream, closer this time.
.
To his left was the heavy weapons man in the team, howling an atonal battle dirge along with the roar of his automatic cannon.
Rows of soldiers in blue combat uniforms emerged from the fog like ghosts. They wore gas masks and looked like aliens - with big black eyes and metal noses.
Mosaviol Cavira knew these tenacious mortals, the Mordian Iron Army.
Only this world-famous iron army can continue to fight despite the baptism of virus bombs. However, they cannot hold on for long, and only the last small area of the entire hive city is left.
Those soldiers who emerged moved very quickly, with the front row kneeling, the second row standing up straight, laser guns raised and ready to fire, while the fallen soldiers huddled on the floor.
The mist surrounding it is like green tentacles, detecting the living and caressing the dead.
A sergeant roared and fired a volley. The crimson rays swept through the attacker's armor like hail, but it had no effect.
Mosaviol Cavila calmly fired a round and watched as the sergeant's head exploded into flesh and bone.
Then other warband members rushed into the Mordian lines.
For Mosaviol Cavila, time seemed completely frozen in the first seconds of the conflict as he observed the coming destruction -
The heavy weapons man was humming a song, no doubt following the Hell Choir that was constantly singing in his head. The death bullets sprayed from the automatic cannon were floating in the air. His deputy, Owen Kay, was wearing a helmet without anything.
The distinctive helmet didn't even have eye slits. He used his chain sword to wash away the enemy soldiers. Farther away from him was Morrel, his head turned back at an unnatural angle, with a smooth slit covering his mouth.
The muscles of teeth begin to protrude from the mouth, and the Merciful Apothecary, the red fills the air as he chops away limbs with his chainsaw axe, the Apothecary always cries for his victims because they can never
Understand the joy of serving the true God.
In the blink of an eye, the still image in Mosaviol Cavila's mind melted away, and the motionless warriors began to move again. Corpses were piled at their feet, and the waving chainsaw blades created a lake of mold.
Lael's terrible tongue lashed and sliced through the flesh among the soldiers. Despite their numerical disadvantage, the Chaos Space Marines carved shards of flesh into the Imperial guard's lines, their powerful power armor easily able to withstand them.
With bayonets on the other side, the soldiers tried to use human sea tactics to drown the attackers, but the result was as futile as the sea hitting a tidal wall.
A political commissar wearing a gas mask rushed into the battle, raised his power sword, and loudly lectured the soldiers to fight to the end.
Ignoring the laser guns fired at him, Mosaviolscavilla smiled triumphantly, pulled out his rusty machete, rushed through the ranks of soldiers, and attacked the officers with one blow after another.
Suddenly, a bayonet stabbed Mosaviol Cavilla on the body. The leader of the war gang raised his hand and shot the owner of the bayonet in the head. More bayonets stabbed his power armor, but it had no effect.
In the end, he failed to catch the political commissar. He led the remaining soldiers to escape, and Mosaviol Cavila did not bother to pursue him.
There was only one soldier standing alone, holding his broken arm. Mosaviolscavilla walked up to him and stretched out his left hand to gently scratch the leather on the soldier's mask. The gas mask was cut into two pieces.
half, revealing a pale face.
"Where is the Chapter Master of the Salamanders hiding now?"
The young soldier's eyes were dazed. He subconsciously took a deep breath and began to flinch. Then his mouth opened wide and his throat grumbled. Mosaviolscavilla watched the dark green live fungus coming from the soldier's mouth.
came out, making his neck bulge.
Soon, the soldier knelt down, tiny mushrooms sprouted from his nostrils, and then he fell sideways with a strangled groan, his eyes dull.
Within seconds, the body was wrapped in fungus and pinned to the ground.
Mosaviolscavilla took a deep breath. The spore-filled air tasted bitter, as if it was mocking the fragility of the unbelievers.
The sounds of battle gradually faded away. The area where a row of determined soldiers once stood now contained piles of broken corpses. Small spores in the fog had been planted in the flesh of the blood-stained wounds and on the green shoots.
grow out.
Morel was transforming, his eel-like appendage spitting out a mouthful of half-digested meat, and then retracting back into his distended mouth. Mosaviol Cavela couldn't quite figure out what the current situation was.
Whether he is a possessed warrior or not, due to his outstanding courage, Morel was blessed by the gods, allowing him to burst out these mutations from his flesh when threatened, although his comrades watched in awe.
, but Mosaviol Cavilla did not share their admiration. He still remembered the noncommissioned officer before he was consumed by these gifts. He who could once boost the morale of the company with his easy-going attitude and wit has disappeared for a long time.
.
"It seems Huron has sent a new team of killers."
Mosaviol Cavilla's deputy muttered such a sentence, which made his stomach churn.
He admitted that it took him a little longer than expected, but wasn't Huron impatient? It was a great shame to take his prey from a Chaos Space Marine, even a loving father.
Believers will not tolerate this kind of thing.
Or at this final stage, the salamander has been blocked by them and has nowhere to go. What is the difference between this and picking peaches?
Then he raised a hand.
"Release the soul grinder and kill all living people, even those sent by Huron! I will never allow anyone to rob me of my merits!"
At this moment, a swollen body carrying heavy instruments shuffled to his side, and a few words rolled out of his mucus-filled throat.
"Master...the imperial fleet is coming...the red pirate fleet cannot resist...it must be done immediately——"
Before he finished speaking, a rusty long knife instantly cut off his neck with boundless rage, ending his announcement of bad news.