The great daemon engine squeezes onto the battlefield at breakneck speed, a hill of beasts, a hill of pestilence, a mound of poisonous, torn flesh, oozing gases and liquids from wounds in festering skin that
The broad, flat face was split open by an almost constant evil smile, the sharp teeth were uneven and yellowed, and broken horns protruded from both sides of its head, hanging with rings of internal organs and stinky substances.
Soon, its eyes were locked on Tu'shan, and then it laughed, like the muffled sound of an inflated corpse exploding.
"After this praise is over, the loving Father will reward you with the corruption of the flesh."
The droopy and accumulated folds on its face continued to slide down, forming a twisted and leaking smile. Then its free hand reached between its waist, pulled out something and threw it towards Tu'shan.
As he got closer, he realized that it was the corpse of an Astra Militarum that had been ravaged by the plague.
With a bang, the corpse hit his feet, bursting like a water ball filled with mud. The turbid brown liquid gurgled out from the joints of the armor, the bones creaked inside, and rotten water sprayed Tu'shan's body.
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"demon!"
A Salamander warrior walked up to Tu'shan, opened fire on the demon engine, and sewed a bomb explosion line on the beast's chest, but it did not have a very good effect, leaving only small scars and wounds, not at all.
Any pain caused to it, although its chest and belly were riddled with holes, was nothing compared to the long wounds and open sores that had torn its muscles apart - wounds that had separated its flesh, leaving
Gleaming intestines and bulbous organs bulged out.
The demon swung its right arm, its loose muscles bulging and trembling. Its other arm held a bunch of rusty iron chains. Each of the three huge chains ended with a pile of huge skulls.
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Amidst the whistling sound, the flail hit the Salamander veteran, and the rapid whipping of the skull made a deafening impact, knocking the Space Marine to the ground more than ten meters away, bouncing and twisting awkwardly on the uneven ground.
"Destroy it! Cleanse the unclean beast!"
Summoned, the Terminators gathered around Tu'shan and breathed fire at the huge monster.
The huge demon let out a long, cackling laugh, which was mixed with the low command of Mosaviol Cavilla.
"Destroy the Salamanders! Kill Tu'shan!"
The vibration of the bass caused debris to fall from the ceiling, bringing a large amount of thick water and waste. The Plague Army summoned many Nurgle demons and swarmed towards the fire dragons.
The storm bolter shells exploded into the decaying flesh, leaving bloody traces and sores, but they seemed indifferent to the wounds.
"Flame Hand, stop those things!"
Tu'shan ordered while shooting at the demon engine with his pistol.
"Use flames and melt as much as possible to reduce their numbers."
The terminator using the heavy melta gun made an affirmative sound. A second later, a stream of fire spread out from the other end of the hall and fell into the wave of demons. At the same time, the promethium element in the fire dragons' weapons burned a large number of little demons.
, leaving behind a pile of burning, deflated corpses.
The giant demon seemed genuinely distraught at the loss of its minion, its guffaws turning into loud grunts and painful groans before it fired deadly projectiles at the Salamander from its venom cannon.
Tu'shan approached the Demon Engine with several melee terminators, holding thunder hammers and storm shields, like a high steel wall.
The demon turned towards them, his eyes flashing with yellow fighting intent.
The huge monster began to cough, its stomach heaving, then opened its mouth and spat out a thick stream of blood, worms and filth at Tu'shan.
The storm shields raised by the Terminators shone with energy, blocking most of the disgusting water flow, but some thick balls of dirt still splashed onto Tu'shan's armor, emitting an acid-like sound as they burned into the ceramite.
The same hissing sound.
"demon!"
Tu'shan roared, prepared his war hammer, and started running wildly.
The fire dragon terminators holding thunder hammers followed closely behind. Their weapons made crackling sounds as they gradually increased their energy, bursting out a series of energy streaks and unique impact sounds - this demon's body can directly kill smaller ones when it is hit.
Creatures shake and recede when struck.
Tu'shan dodged the swing of the flail, and when the demon engine was about to swing again, he jumped up suddenly, grabbed one of the opponent's legs, poured his anger into his war hammer, and used this power weapon to deeply
Smashed into an exposed internal organ.
Below him, the thunder hammers of other Terminators were also slamming, tearing apart the demon's body.
The demon swung its chin and dewlap angrily in preparation for a new attack, and its weapon collided with a Fire Dragon Terminator, crushing his helmet to his breastplate.
Then, Tu'shan hit it hard on the stomach with a powerful blow.
The demon engine stared down at him—eyes with veins as thick as rope, spinning wildly in their sockets as they tried to focus.
After Tu'shan landed, the war hammer directly broke one of the demon engine's legs. The demon howled in pain. It moved its body as if it wanted to escape, but it fell down as the second leg was broken.
The Plague Force desperately tried to squeeze in to save their engines, but the remnants of the Astra Militarum and other Salamander warriors who came to support blocked their movement.
Tu'shan took advantage of this gap and rushed forward, swinging his Stormbringer with as much force as his arms could muster. The flaming hammer head of this ancient weapon swooped at the broken teeth, shattering them directly, and the beast's body was completely destroyed.
A stream of thick blood and mucus-laced saliva ripped off the cheek.
"Never...tolerate..."
Panting, Tu'shan hit the devil's skull with blow after blow. Under the heavy pressure of raindrops hitting the unnatural body, the devil's engine could no longer struggle.
"...the unclean thing...lives!"
The Salamanders Chapter Master knew that the thing was not flesh and blood, but an accumulation of warp matter and spiritual energy, and that it had no control over its own brain or nervous system like a mortal would, but nevertheless he struck it hard with his warhammer.
His head, until there was only a bloody, pus-filled mush left in his head.
Gas spurted from the demon's body, spraying a cloud of yellow filth into the air like a fountain. Tu'shan rolled off the bulky body, covered from head to toe in dirt and pus and blood.
When he stood up, the demon engine's arm suddenly swung, and the remaining chains of the flail hit Tu'shan hard, almost breaking the shoulder pads and breastplate. Tu'shan staggered a few steps, pulled out the death flame and aimed at
Demon body shot.
As white-hot flames licked its carcass, the demon began to sink into the ground, spreading like melted fat, discoloring the floor and forming streams around the rusted metal skeleton.
After taking a few breaths, Tu'shan found that his left arm shoulder had suffered a heavy blow and seemed to be fractured. At this time, when Mosaviol Cavela's blade came out of nowhere, Tu'shan quickly fended it off.
The war hammer gleamed as it sliced away from the opponent's weapon, and then went straight towards the opponent.
However, the wound on his left shoulder affected his speed. Mosaviol Kavilla quickly dodged and struck back with a knife. Tu'shan tilted his head slightly, and the sweep of the cursed blade almost passed through the eyepiece of his helmet.