Standard Terra Calendar, 943.M41, Extreme Star Domain
This world is called Mistri, located on the northwest edge of the Extreme Star Field. Among the quiet stars, it does not have many prominent features, but just an ordinary agricultural world.
But today its calm was ruthlessly torn apart, and many things came from the subspace outside the galaxy. They were not beautifully and magnificently decorated by the galaxy eagle and the church, but were grey-colored behemoths with huge shells.
They were once the death scythes under the emperor's command, but now they are only loyal to the corruption gods.
Even the regulators of the planet who were most trustworthy and trusted were restless after the warship occupied the position above Mistery’s poor and ridiculous orbital defense.
They sent messages to the warships and a huge monster in the lead, all of which were like stones sinking to the sea without any response.
Then various commands were frantically teleported to the defensive belt to retreat, but even in such a posture was too late.
The gentle local residents had never seen a fleet of firepower, so they should not blame them for knowing nothing about what was about to happen - they were still looking up at the sky as the bombing came.
Then, the sky was shrouded in white light, and the clouds were burned out. Before the light spear accurately destroyed every command and control node that ran across the northern hemisphere, huge ships annihilated the orbital stations, and the burning objects bombarded various urban areas like rain. After hours of uninterrupted artillery fire, only bricks and tiles were left on the spot.
The burning pieces of propellant swept across the only remaining remains and burned them until black.
The huge granary became a cave with white heat, and the precious grain turned into burning dust.
When the bombing finally subsided, bombs carrying deadly viruses were dropped on the ground and continued the unfinished massacre.
A week later, when a few survivors who survived bombing and viruses slowly crawled out of the shelter they found on the spot, accompanied by tinnitus and tears, they felt that this was a terrible mistake to be corrected, and the worst was gone, and those attackers who were satisfied with the doomsday destruction brought by their own hands might now move to the next target.
But after that, the airborne warehouse dragging the dirty trails tore the smoke-wrapped sky, and several clusters of teardrop-like pure gold objects smashed into the ground, and a team of huge monsters made of pottery steel and corrupt flesh appeared from the rubble pit at the impact point.
Subsequently, more and more airborne warehouses landed, and even warriors in decaying armor rushed out of the poisonous air mass. Their faces were hidden in helmets equipped with tilted grilles. Most of the helmets had horns or tumors. Through the cracks all over the sticky armor, they could even see the wriggling internal organs.
If we only look at the appearance, no one could imagine that long ago, they were a group of stoic and tenacious warriors.
The 14th Legion of the Great Crusade, once called the Dusk Raider, was renamed the Death Guard after the retrieval of the Horus. It was also one of the rebellious legions in the Horus Rebellion.
But it is interesting that the company commander of the Death Guard, Nathaniel Garo, was also the first person to bring the news of the Great Rebellion back to Terra.
Although the Death Guard participated in the Great Rebellion, it was not what it is now. The Primarch still resisted the subspace until the Primarch's left and right hand Taifons planned a conspiracy.
When the fleet of Death Guards advanced towards Terra, Tesfon began to act. As the first company commander of the Legion, he instructed his men to falsely accuse and kill the navigators of the ship, who claimed that these men remained loyal to the Emperor and assured their primordials that he could lead the fleet to Terra without relying on the navigators to use his think tank.
The Primrose trusted him, but unexpectedly he brought the entire legion into a trap - the fleet of Death Guardians floated helplessly in the subspace without a navigator.
In the endless drift, the Destroyer Plague came and the Death Guard was knocked down by him. However, Tesfon also received the reward he had long been waiting for from the evil god Nurgur. He mastered the power of the plague, his body became the habitat of the Nurgur fly, and his armor became the nest of the plague.
He then transformed from the first company commander of the Death Guard to the lord of Nurgre and the lord of the Destroyer's Lair. Mortarian himself was forced to surrender to the plague and faced the pain caused by Nurgre's Plague with his sons.
The evil god Nurgle came to the primordial Motarian, who told Motarian that if Motarian did not want to swear allegiance to the God of Plague, they would be tortured forever by immortality.
Helplessly, Motarian broke his silence and vowed to be loyal to Nurg.
Although the pain caused by the plague was over, the Death Guard was transformed into a decaying army composed of plague warriors, with no similarity to what they looked like before entering the subspace.
After Horus' defeat, Motarian led his death guards to launch a battle of destruction on more than twenty planets and eventually retreated to the Eye of Fear, where he also received the final reward of Nurgle, upgraded to a full-winged demon prince, ruled one of the greatest plague worlds of Nurgle's evil gods in the Eye of Fear.
In the long time afterwards, Motarian never stepped out of his plague world, but would send a plague fleet to the Milky Way to spread the plague.
He became increasingly addicted to the problems of subspace. Although he would come back to lead his legion from time to time, when he was away, the legion began to split into many smaller war gangs.
On the other hand, although the Death Guards' Legion split into factional war gangs of all sizes, as a cohesive force, they never completely collapsed.
These war gangs continue to fight under a common single goal, never over-engage in civil war with other traitor legions, and among all the surviving traitor legions, the Death Guard remains the most orderly and organized, and the most threatening to the empire.
Mistery's doom is coming.
With a shocking efficiency, the Death Guard landed among the ruins of one festival after another.
They never asked questions or wanted nothing else. With the aftermath of the storm, the fierce acid rain splashed onto the still hot metal. The survivors of the overturned city were hunted like ants.
But their purpose is not just for simple killing.
The capital of the planet was once the largest population city in the world and received more enthusiasm than other regions, but the prosperity of the past is now only a whole sunken ditche full of smoke-filled ruins.
Suddenly, the air shining with glimmer was torn apart, and neon-like arcs were overflowing. The vortex dust was stirred up like a poisonous snake, and the remaining bricks and gravels rolled down one after another.
The next moment, the silver sphere appeared in the world with its flashing dark energy, and a sharp burst suddenly arose. The fragile appearance of the sphere was split into pieces, and fragments fell among the gravel rubble.
In the center, eight giant figures stood, seven of them striding out, with heavy guards holding the long-handed sickle high, and their corrupt armor was covered with scratches, as if they had just escaped from a frenzied battle with a more harsh enemy.
The eighth man stood among these giants. His ancient armor was covered with rust and deep sword marks, steaming outward with frost brought by the void. His yellow eyes flashed under the pale cloak like a shroud, holding a banner with a huge bronze bell.
Most people call him the Death Knives Messenger.
At this moment, he was watching the demise of a world indifferently. The breeze roared the city scene that fell apart, and the purgatory fire that raged in the messy spiral tower filled it with fuel.