In the dull sound of footsteps, the giant in green armor ran wildly along the rotten and damp streets. Tu'shan walked in front, and the fire dragons tried hard to keep up with the chapter leader behind, but they were not going anywhere, but where they were.
Cover, provide the final cover for the retreating refugees.
This is the only safe refuge, and the entire nest is almost covered by the diffuse green mist.
This was not the first time that Tu'shan fought against the followers of the God of Corruption, but each time he would witness the most crazy and corrupt side of the galaxy. When the virus bomb fell, 90% of the people died immediately.
But later, the dead came to life again.
The waste disposal tank was the first to fall. The dumped corpses clogged the system with their inexplicable vitality. The corpses crawled out of the corpse pit, swaying and twitching, overwhelming the isolated guard outposts and killing those they caught.
The unfortunate souls joined their twitching, swaying procession.
When he personally ordered the fire, he saw a sea of garbage and twitching corpses. The unburned living dead staggered directly out of the flames, paying no attention to the flames and corruption spreading around them.
Then came the fog, and the things in the fog.
Seeing the panicked crowd passing by, Tushan slowed down and extended a helping hand to an old lady. The old lady looked at the towering warriors and murmured a prayer to the emperor.
"Sir, I can do it myself. There is no need to waste your energy."
Tu'shan nodded and moved his hand away, and the old man leaned his whole body weight on his crutch.
"The Emperor will protect us..."
"Yes, he will, and so will we."
When he said these words, Tu'shan was filled with a sense of powerlessness in his heart. So many people died, but there was nothing he could do.
Someone once advised him to leave the hive before the poisonous gas spread and go to a farther but safer underground military bunker, but Tu'shan refused. He had an obligation to protect the people of this hive, even if they were the only ones left.
Only tens of thousands of people.
The Salamanders continued to move forward, and soon passed through the huge blasted gate. Green mist began to fill the air, and everything rotted under its cover. Even maggots were crawling in the buildings.
Weird bells ring from time to time, interspersed with desperate dissonance, coughs and moans, the wails of madmen and the whimpers of decaying things are intertwined and mixed together, forming a betrayal and mockery of mortal life.
"Salamander's Tu'shan——"
A heavily armored boot crunched into the steaming filth, and a group of warriors wearing dirty green armor slowly walked out of the mist.
"You are finally willing to show up. It's ridiculous to die for those mortals. But all living things in the world deserve to die. Only in this way can the galaxy be reborn."
"Then why don't you destroy yourselves first? Cowards!"
Tu'shan charged at these Nurgle believers with a furious roar, using his war hammer to smash the layers of flesh and mildew-covered armor. The twisted souls of the tall enemies flexed and swayed under the attack, and then Tu'shan raised his knees and fiercely
The ground hit the opponent's chest, and the force of the blow knocked the Chaos Space Marine onto his back.
At this time, words were redundant, and the Salamanders and the Plague Marines engaged in the most intense and brutal close combat in the collision of flames and thick ooze.
After suffering a big loss, Mosaviolscavilla finally got up under the cover of his men. When he used the magic blade to parry Tu'shan's attack, yellow liquid surged out of his body and his armor creaked.
The loose flesh undulated like liquid.
He realized that he had underestimated the strength of the leader of the Salamander Chapter. The opponent's strange strength once made him think that he was fighting a knight mecha.
Suddenly, when he was trying to slash the side of Salamander's body with his knife, Tu'shan came up with a headbutt and almost broke his helmet. Then the warhammer split his shoulder armor and knocked away his weapon.
, his whole body was thrown away and fell onto the dirt-covered ground.
Mosaviolscavilla let out a humiliating growl, and thick black liquid rolled out from the crack in his chest, twitching on the ground like maggots.
Squirming exactly in the direction of Tu'shan.
Tu'shan planned to go up and kill this miserable traitor. When he raised his feet, a curled residue stuck to the bottom of his boots, and his face twitched and twisted.
be cheated!
The alert Tu'shan began to retreat, but some kind of connective tissue wriggled around his wrist, dragging him back towards the enemy, and the metal on the armor was corroded and turned black.
"Oh-oh, ridiculous, ridiculous."
Mosaviol Cavilla let out a heavy laugh. He stood up, and the black energy of witchcraft covered his body. This is a secret that very few people know. He is actually a wizard lord.
"Suffer death."
Tu'shan glanced at the string of cartilage, and another string of cartilage wrapped around his thigh, another string wrapped around his waist, and then his other wrist.
He snorted, realizing he was stuck.
"I envy you."
Mosaviolscavilla came over with a knife in his hand.
"Really, you will soon learn the great truth about acceptance, the same truth I learned a hundred years ago."
Just as the other party approached, Tu'shan suddenly jerked his arms.
"Vulcan lives forever!"
Muddy plasma and black pus sprayed everywhere. Mosaviolscavilla swung his knife forward, but missed with one blow.
This was also a trap set by Tu'shan. Heavy fists roared from the side, directly hitting the Plague Lord's armor and cracking it.
It shook for a while, but still stood upright stubbornly. Tu'shan raised his hammer and went straight to the opponent's head. Several traitors had already rushed up and fired at Tu'shan, forcing him to turn sideways to block the bombs.
At this time, several Fire Dragon Terminators came over and used the hot melt in their hands to shoot at the sneak attack Plague Soldiers, killing several people instantly, and then the two sides entered into a fierce exchange of fire.
"Salamander...it won't...end like this."
Although Mosaviol Cavela is not as strong as Tu'shan, his vitality is indeed tenacious enough and he stood up again.
However, Tu'shan's attention was no longer on him at this time. As the ground trembled, he looked past the Plague Lord and looked at something behind him.
It was a demonic engine called the Soul Grinder, with a Nurgle demon bound within it.
Its lower body is a rusty spider-like gnarled metal body, the skin color of its upper body is the rich black color of rotten flesh, its abdomen is a bloated mountain of flesh, with liquefied fat dripping from the top of the mountain, and the skin is punctured and hung with evil blasphemous symbols, nourishing
Fungi and viruses, tattoos of disease coiled around his thick arms, one of its bloated arms fused with an unknown weapon that fired a filthy cannonball of disease-causing ichor.
And its body is extremely huge - most warriors can reach the height of their legs in front of it.
The entire demonic engine is completely made of rotten flesh and metal, and several of its thighs are even nailed to still living humans. When the soul grinder keeps stepping towards the salamander, making footsteps that sound like bells, this tortured "
"Pendant" will twist and make a sound, and the screams will continue.