The two Nether Lords took heavy steps, moving towards the suppressed incarnation of the god of death who was struggling and waiting for the final temporary end, preparing for the final attempt. These slender alien constructs, taller than the Imperial Knight mechas, dragged huge swords that were enough to cut off the Titans, and made the final charge under the cover of star dart cannons and scattered lasers.
Even the injured Nether Lord that could not move tried its best to use the long-range firepower of his equipment to make a relatively weak contribution. While being defeated, the Death Army showed its final madness. In order to recapture the corpse of their god, the warriors who can still fight will fight to the last drop of blood!
The support from the Imperial Naval Aviation and the Dark Angels who came to support at the fastest speed on Thunderhawks ran into the final madness of the Death Army. The Nether Lords who charged with their swords waving were disintegrated bit by bit by the direct fire from the Naval Aviation. The scattered lasers also turned the fighter planes of the two squadrons into pools of molten iron falling from the sky.
But after the flames of the Starhawk bombers' ion bombs were poured into the ruins, no matter how strong and agile the Eldar were, they were unable to fight in the sea of plasma fire. The upright flag was planted on the last Nether Lord who was not ignited, and more than a dozen Eldar warriors were burned and wiped out by the plasma on the remaining pure land.
Just like the incarnation of the god of death who struggled to hold on until even the last bit of energy was exhausted in the process of repairing, leaving behind only a shriveled, broken and worthless body. In the final struggle, the ruins of several thousand meters in radius were leveled and several huge pits were left. In the end, it was the more idealistic Saratoga who defeated the monster.
He used his staff to completely crush the evil creature, but, "What on earth are these elves here for?" Saratoga didn't know their real purpose in the end. With such a big show, they couldn't really be here just to get the Crone's Sword.
Chapter 149: The Siege of Volgatok
For humans, this was an inexplicable victory, but for the Death Army and even the entire Eldar, this was a humiliating defeat.
The extremely xenophobic monkeys brutally tore up their vision of negotiation and retrieving the Crone Sword. Just like at the beginning, it was clear that as long as the human empire paid a little price, the Eldar God of Death would return and the Eldar would be revived. The win-win situation was rudely destroyed by the selfish and inferior race - it was just to extinguish the Astronomican, and it was just to destroy the country and the race!
The Crone Sword was the sacred artifact of their noble Eldar race recorded in the Bible. They had even been so friendly as to be almost humbly asking for the return of the artifact, without making any reasonable requests such as all the people on the boulder committing suicide to apologize. Yet, those barbaric creatures still refused to appreciate it and did not understand the mercy of the great Eldar savior, the Messiah of the Seventh Path?
Damn, damn, damn!
Lowly monkeys, damn inferior races - why are they so powerful? Even the incarnation of their omnipotent gods was torn to pieces alive by the war hammers and iron claws of the mortal world! (Suddenly I discovered this weapon configuration... the episode that Huang Laohan is most familiar with)
The failure to retrieve the third Crone Sword and the death of the God's Avatar dealt a heavy blow to the new Death Army. As the price of pulling out the second Crone Sword, the Eldar's largest Ark will gradually disintegrate over hundreds of years. After paying such a heavy price to awaken the Lord's Avatar, the Death Army can do nothing. How can it not be confusing?
What Evelene could not accept the most was the endless failures. Thousands of Eldar warriors were attracted to her by the dream of revival, but she only gave them failure and death in return. From the tragic victory of the destruction of Bjetan to the escape from Cadia and the loss of most of her wealth in the Stone Fortress.
Of the more than 2,000 warriors who had set out in high spirits, less than a hundred gathered around her. All the heavy equipment and flying units and more than half of the total troops were buried forever on the boulder because of the disputes provoked by humans.
The good news is that the power of the God of Death has not been eliminated, and the souls of the victims are all in her hands. As long as they find the Blood Orcs and a wild monkey world with few garrisons, resurrection is not a difficult task for the Eldar. A large number of unarmed wild monkeys can not only serve as supplies, but also boost their few morale.
In the human empire, what world would lack a large number of human army garrisons? It's not agricultural worlds, mining worlds, hive worlds, which sound ordinary but are actually full of martial virtues. Generally speaking, in addition to the Ministry of Justice, which is more like a police force, there will only be a small number of penal corps using the worst equipment in the penal world.
The answer is simple. These planets are the most worthless worlds - they only have a few barren minerals and a large number of prisoners, and humans happen to be the least scarce and cheapest resource in the human empire. Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, let alone the stationing of Astartes, the Penalty World can't even gather half of the lightest armored regiment.
"The nearest wild monkey punishment world - Volgatok?" Such a world is undoubtedly the best choice for the Death Army to attack. "Warriors of the Death Army, the wild monkeys used the most despicable means to assassinate our gods. Ah, the great Inad, you suffered because of His mercy!"
"We must use the blood of sinners to wash away the shame that has been inflicted on our noble race and gods. In this world of barbarian monkeys where everyone is a soldier, we don't need to put down our swords after breaking into the city. We can use darts and razors to vent our anger in the most brutal way - Inard is with us!"
Breaking the city without stopping the sword has always been the most convenient way for the bandit army to boost morale. After Eveleni announced the next target to the hundred or so remaining soldiers, despair and fear were immediately buried under fanatical expectations. In the chaos of the demons, only Qianmian, who was following Eveleni with his head down, managed to force a stiff smile, "It shouldn't be like this."
But since it was Evelyne's order, he had no choice but to obey. Then, was Volgatok, the new destination of the Death Army's resentful creatures, where the Death Guard and Salmin were fighting for the most, really still an undefended remote desert?
Of course there is still a desert, but at this moment it is struggling to maintain its reality under the endless fire of the Cadia Blitzkrieg Army. It is a war between the death desert that has swallowed up hundreds of thousands of years and the sticky swamp filled with trillions of bacteria, spores and mosquitoes!
The 6th Army of Kadia (Blitzkrieg) was stationed in the Volgatok N- Prison Fortress and the square kilometers of death desert in front.
After the modern military reforms carried out by Salmin, in theory, the imperial troops with unified equipment no longer had any difference between the blitzkrieg troops and ordinary troops. However, because the military flags were not confiscated, these former blitzkrieg troops still kept their former glory and old names in private, and even commanders at all levels were more willing to believe in the capabilities of these troops.
Prison Fortress No. N-6, one of the main fortresses located on the main continental shelf of Volgatok, facing the endless Nurgle army on the eastern salient, was naturally assigned to the former st Regiment of the Cadian Blitzkrieg, which had experience in fighting against Astartes, and is now the th Army of the Cadian Front.
This glorious team, which had survived the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Chaos Astartes of the Black Legion on Sun Makayathus, was entrusted with an important task by the military. On the back of the hillside behind them were two land-based macro-artillery positions and an aviation command directly under the Eastern Command of the Volgatok Main Continental Shelf.
One third of the super-heavy artillery support and more than half of the aviation support on the Eastern Front came from here. It can be said that this mountain range and the void shield of the N-6 fortress embedded in the mountain determined the outcome of the entire Eastern Front battlefield.
The troops stationed at n-6 also included eighteen knight mechas in two spear formations and the auxiliary combat units of Volgatok's 6th and nd Penal Legion, both of which were classified as PDF standard -man regiments, as well as more than mecha servants and 'quasi-mecha servants' in the n- prison.
Apart from the Knight Mechs used to counter high-level demon units, the rest of the troops can only be said to be promising in the future. Especially the 20,000 Heavy Woodcutters - the cheapest squad with little heavy firepower, the old captain really doesn't expect them to play any role in facing demons and fallen space marines.
Fortunately, Warhammer's matching mechanism is extremely complete. Nurgle's army does have a well-matched opponent - tens of billions of Nurgle zombies, the only monsters that can be effectively killed by the most basic laser guns, so PDFs can finally feel a little involved in digging trenches.
Chapter 150 Rain Father
Wherever there is Nurgle infection, there are Nurgle zombies, highlighting the fact that there is a large amount of Nurgle zombies. For the Imperial Guards bound by gravity, the war in the sky has nothing to do with them. Their mission is to defend the planet under their feet with their lives and oaths, just like the Cadians in the past ten thousand years.
Of course, higher-level commanders, such as the Lieutenant General of the 776th Army of the Cadia Front, knew more. Their mission was more specifically to guard the strange devices buried in various node fortresses.
It was a creature made of strange black dense rocks, bound by countless metal branches engraved with the sacred prayers of Om Messiah. According to the bigwigs of the Military Affairs Department, this was a sacred device "developed" by the Great Sage on Cadia that could suppress the subspace erosion phenomenon in a large area.
Along with it came a sternly worded order, 'The obelisk array is the sacred object of the Emperor, and must not be desecrated by Chaos. When it is impossible to do so, it must be destroyed decisively to ensure the purity of the Emperor's majesty - this is a hundred times more important than all of you! '
However, this is actually just an excuse that is more in line with the Empire's worldview. The fact is that the technological content of Blackstone is too high, and Cawl can only make limited use of it in such a short period of time. The Blackstone obelisk array that was urgently sent to various node fortresses in Volgatok still retains its original characteristics.
Classic enemy and friend share the same origin. In addition to suppressing the warp, the blackstone can also enhance the corruption of the warp. Therefore, once the node falls into the hands of the Nurgle army, the blackstone nodes deployed to maintain the concentration of the real universe in front of the living planet will be eroded by the evil power of the warp. That will undoubtedly be a nightmare.
Powerful and dangerous experiments, but it is precisely such experiments that give mortal forces the possibility to fight against the Chaos Astartes and the demonic legions here. All the forces of the non-physical universe, including the living saints, are suppressed by the normal operation of the obelisk. Even the filth wrapped in the evil power of the great father Nurgle cannot tear a rift within its range.
Then why not tear open a rift somewhere else and flood it like a wave as usual? Theoretically, it is possible, but at this time, Volgatok's control of the universe is firmly in the hands of Salmin's fleet. Want to tear open a rift far away from the fortress to gather troops?
Without air defense, fleet, or void shield, a mere sniper team dares to ignore the sky? Quack! Look at the 99,999 cannons of the Imperial Navy firing at the same time, completely blowing the traitors apart!
The Imperial garrison's disregard for the sky is based on the Imperial Navy's firm control of the universe. The few fleets sent by your Death Guard have become a few remnants on the living planets. Any demon that dares to appear outside the fortress nodes that can only be accurately attacked will have only one end - for the sake of the God Emperor, use the sacred orbital bombardment on it.
When the main force of the Imperial Navy was in a stalemate with the living planet, three cruiser squadrons were still drawn out to support the ground battlefield. This was not a waste of manpower. Even if a living planet soaked in the evil power of Nurgle wanted to devour another planet slightly larger than it, it could only use metaphysical erosion rather than physical devouring.
In other words, whether it is a fleet battle in space or an erosion on the ground, you must win the battle. Use the vast sea of people and the power of a loving father to clear out all the fortresses of the empire on the ground and completely corrupt every node! Only in this way can you open up a second battlefield on the other side of Cadia.
The one who took over this important task from Mortarion was none other than the top Nurgle Great Daemon, the Great Unclean One, "Rain Father" Rotigus the Rainmaker, who had a good relationship with him!
Under the throne of the benevolent father Nurgle, Rotigus the Rainmaker is recognized as the second most favored being (except for Mortarion), and after the Plague War in the 42nd Millennium, he was even promoted above the former chief demon Ku'gath. Even now that he has not yet ascended to the throne, this kind of favor is enough to make his appearance be regarded as a sign of Nurgle's increase in power.
With Tzeentch withdrawing funding, Khorne not coming at all, and Slaanesh not even moving, the fate of a true god gave the Chaos Alliance the confidence to go crazy. Although the living planet was intercepted by the reinforcements of the Imperial Fleet because the escort fleet was too sewery, as long as Rainfather launched an attack on behalf of Nurgle's will, everything would be fine.
You should know that, unlike the other four families, the favor of a loving father is also counted in the power of the Nurgle family. In battle, Nurgle himself will bless those who are favored enough, regardless of the cost. It is the love that parents give to their children without considering the loss and return, rather than a part of the reward.
What will happen if the power of gods descends upon mortals? Look at the distant Jubal Galaxy, which has been turned into a forbidden zone for humans. The stars split by the aftermath of Khorne's battle axe have been completely transformed into strange living creatures that are half-warp and half-entity, and the blood-red light is engulfing the entire universe.
It is foreseeable that the blasphemous light emanating from the years before Jubal fell into the warp will turn the surrounding star regions into a paradise for the Khorne army in a few hundred years. The desperate time bomb is just a trace of the aftermath of his wrath. If Nurgle really insists on venting his wrath on the physical universe, all mortals can only pray for the glory of the God-Emperor.
Even the most miserable fallen believers, when they think of the great power held by the true God they 'believe' in, the six facial features will jump and dance, and they will straighten their chests towards the guns of the false emperor's army that is overflowing with golden evil power!
"First line, three volleys, ready - fire!" At the front line of the Volgatok N-6 Fortress, the soldiers of the rd Mechanized Infantry Brigade were pouring the wrath of the God-Emperor on the endless horde of corpses in front of them. Reflected in their purple pupils was the demon army that was all over the mountains and plains, dyeing the dead black and yellow desert a sickening green.
The endless attack on the ground has lasted for seven days and nights. Looking from a high place, one can vaguely see a moving grate composed of vast light pillars connecting the sky and the earth in the distance. The broken crystalline hills covering millions of square kilometers are the last effort of the Imperial Navy fleet's light to scorch the earth.
Countless Nurgle troops were annihilated by the glow of the ship-borne weapons, but more than tens of millions leaked out from the extremely dense grate. At this moment, the N-6 fortress alone was facing no less than Nurgle troops and countless zombies crawling out of the rainwater - a stinking soup composed of weakly alkaline plague water, half-digested rotten meat and the most acidic bile in the world.
It was the blessed water of Nurgle from the prayers of the Rain Father, the sacred liquid that gave birth to life. The foul, sticky rainwater could melt any sticky substance such as flesh, fat, etc., accompanied by endless psychic plagues and mosquito bites.
Chapter 151 Gunpowder and Steel
Even within the range of the obelisk, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard must wear professional breathing masks 24 hours a day. Even Krieg's gas masks cannot guarantee safety. Only breathing masks equipped with compressed oxygen can prevent plagues and toxins mixed with lethal amounts of psychic energy from entering the fragile human body.
The orders of the political commissar and officers at all levels were transmitted to every corner of the front-line positions through highly mechanical loudspeakers. In order to avoid becoming a virtual steamer, the tanks with internal and external circulation shut off could only be docked in the concrete fortress to act as fixed firepower. Fortunately, the naval aviation fighters were heavy enough, and the pillars of fire and plasma flames that shot into the sky did not stop for a moment.
This still solid front is the result of the confidence brought about by the military reform. The 776th Army, which has regarded the Nurgle army as one of its imaginary enemies since its establishment, can even provide additional support to two other PDF regiments, each of which is equipped with a set of basic chemical defense equipment.
Among the traditional troops that do not consider fighting against demons, only the nuns with the most steadfast faith can withstand the erosion of Nurgle's evil power and viruses until the last drop of blood is shed, but now only a set of standard chemical defense equipment with a unit price of more than five Astra Militarum legions is needed... It seems that religion is more cost-effective.
The advantage of technology lies in its universality. The Eastern Front troops, which did not suffer a significant loss of personnel and defeat at the beginning of the war, dragged the Nurgle army into a siege battle with a very considerable exchange ratio, rather than a tragic Jedi counterattack. At this time, the N-6 Fortress, which separated the two Nurgle armies as a salient part of the Eastern Front, seemed extremely annoying to Rain Father.
The more than 776 demon soldiers in front of them and the Nurgle zombies that are still infinitely generated outside the range of the obelisk are the greeting gift from Rain Father, and also the first wave of tests for the th Army Group, which is responsible for the pressure-bearing position.
The existence of Nurgle's zombies kicked this war, which took place at the end of the distant 41st millennium, back to the trench warfare mode of World War I. Even though the Imperial Guard had various surreal means such as low-orbit bombing and integrated air and space strikes, the Nurgle zombies relied on their endless numbers and non-existent morale terms to pull the battle line within a thousand meters.
The blasphemous power that was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye made the guards who had never breathed any air outside faintly smell the stench of war. Small demon engines such as Nurgle Demons or Spreaders of Fetid Blight called for sticky and moist poisonous smoke until it was engulfed by an even more shocking flame.
The killing speed of the fortress's fortress artillery and the petrified lizard self-propelled artillery phalanx could not match the speed at which Nurgle's zombies gathered. Gunpowder and steel could tear through the tide but were powerless to stop this green wave. Only the Storm Eagle's carpet bombing for miles could clear out these wriggling flesh and blood.
When the roar of the petrified lizard exploded less than a hundred meters away from the first line of trenches and bunkers, the roar of the hell guns spontaneously became thinner - the crisp sound of steel colliding and embedding, the sound of cracking became one, "Everyone, put on bayonets!"
The flag bearer climbed up the dirt slope behind the political commissar and the brigade commander. The fluttering regiment flag was as red as blood under the setting sun and the flames. The next wave of attacks by the naval aviation had already taken off. As long as there was a counterattack to annihilate the vanguard of the enemy separated by the plasma ship bombing, their perseverance would be enough to last until the next charge dedicated to the God-Emperor.
The Hydra's anti-aircraft gun slowly descended. This was a modified version that Salmin specially mass-produced and equipped to company-level troops. The main reason was that the radar was removed to solve the bad habit of the machine spirits not wanting to attack infantry on the ground. It could serve as an important anti-Astartes firepower, using the quad-mounted 88 gun to severely blow up those Fallen Space Marines or demons who thought they were very tough.
The price is that these 40k F-15s, which originally claimed that not a single round of ammunition was used to lick the ground, have become fanatical anti-infantry enthusiasts who will respond with an "I'm busy, drilling holes in the traitors, what's the matter?" when asked to defend against air defense after their physical transformation. Every mark symbolizing the killing of an Astartes will make the machine spirit ecstatic.
These machine spirits, which had become even more vicious than their cousins, took the initiative to lower their quadruple-mounted 88mm cannons and fired the first round of the counterattack. They would actively maintain a slight rise and fall in the gun barrel to tear more limbs all over the ground, or fanatically search for the demon engines hidden under the endless swarm of corpses while slaughtering.
Under the fluttering bloody flag, the commissar was charging at the tip of his spear and roared his final acclamation, even though the maximum output of the loudspeaker would not change because of his voice. "Volgatok is behind us, and the enemy of humanity is in front of us. We must be like the sun Makayathus, either to be glorious or to be dead."
The roaring chainsaws were craving for blood and flesh while idling. On the commissar's torn but straight uniform, several shining medals were flashing a light that shifted his position. "For the Emperor! Forward! Cadia! Cadia!! Cadia!!!"
The moment the loud charge horn and the heavy history soaked in blood, glory and sacrifice exploded on the battlefield, even civilians or deserters who had not received military training would charge towards the indescribable strange demons, not to mention that the one standing here holding the steel gun tightly was one of the most elite warriors of the Human Empire, the glorious Cadia Blitzkrieg!
The double-reinforced steel-soled combat boots crushed the soil and rocks, the infantry surrounded the tanks, the armor protected the soldiers, and the shock of the heavy artillery instantly drowned out the flames of the heavy explosives and hell guns. The standard infantry-tank coordination tactics are always the most intuitive way to measure a mixed force.
The firepower of the synthetic mechanized infantry brigade, which is equivalent to a more than adequate old army tank regiment, is enough to penetrate any alien, Chaos or Astartes position during the breakthrough. The heavy artillery of the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus is the cornerstone of the backbone of the human empire!
Tons of ammunition were fired every second, tearing apart the wriggling flesh and rotten steel piled up by the evil power of the warp. Even the fallen corpses were still beating, eager to give the twisted so-called salvation to the loyal guards. The next moment, the promethium flames ejected from the gaps in the ranks to add the final purification.
The sacred flame has been protecting humanity since the days of the cute girls hundreds of thousands of years ago. No matter how much the viruses and bacteria wrapped in the power of the warp were strengthened, they could not pass the flame. Then, the dust raised by Leman Russ's bulldozer buried them again under the endless yellow sand, forging a path flattened by the steel boots of the guardsmen.
Gunpowder and steel crushed the ocean of demons and the zombies they commanded, and the naval fleet that arrived as scheduled gave them the final integrated air-ground strike - under the laser guidance of Kashejin's elite scouts, a several-kilometer-long wall of fire separated the main force of the Demon Lord from the Imperial Guards who were charging towards the ocean like they were sending themselves to death.
At this point, the situation on the battlefield was finally reversed! Being able to concentrate superior forces to annihilate the enemy forces in a disadvantageous situation is called a counterattack. At this time, the Fury interceptors that were covering the Storm Eagles turned their offensive, and in the constant dives and pull-ups, their true purpose was revealed before them. The two teams of Death Guards, the real commanders of the frontline troops!
Victory is at hand, now it's a matter of faith and steel!
Chapter 152 Faith and Steel
The Hydra's vicious machine soul was the first to find the Chaos Astartes psychic command group with a hint of black and red in the monotonous yellow-green color of corruption. The dazzling trajectory of the quadruple 88 anti-aircraft gun mixed with tracer bullets suddenly changed direction - compared to demons and endless cheap zombies, the kill mark of the Death Guard warriors is an excellent honor that will never depreciate.
Thousands of zombies and demons were crushed by the crazy bullet chains. The 88mm anti-aircraft gun was a serious anti-armor caliber, and this caliber of individual firepower could only be seen on the Mechanicus's sages or killing servitors. Even the Astartes wearing heavy armor could only barely keep their bodies intact if they failed to dodge in time!
Three Death Guards who thought they were heavily armored and blessed by Nurgle were drowned in the hellish steel storm along with the twisted and corrupted psychic shadows in front of them. They will pay the price for their contempt for mortals. The elites on Cadia are not the mixed-up empires who have no resistance to the Astartes.
The Empire has two types of Astra Militarum, one that can achieve an exchange ratio, and one that cannot. Generally speaking, the one that can achieve an exchange ratio, no matter what the value is, will be the Empire's victory in the end. The heavy Empire and its tenacious people are confident that they can defeat any enemy, and the choice of all political commissars is - "For the Emperor, follow me!"
After the withering psychic mist of the poisonous crucible dissipated, the demon engine troops that were originally prepared to attack the imperial position at night appeared behind the stubborn command post. These mixed creations of blasphemous flesh and rotten metal were entangled in bloody and smelly poisonous mist and condensed into groups of flies and mosquitoes.
The Plague Hulk straightened up the disgusting bloated pustule that could barely be called a body, and the second giant mouth that was iconic to Nurgle opened from where the few hands should have been placed at the connection with the rotten metal spider joint below, and the tentacle-like teeth made of small intestines covered with blasphemous mucus rolled and entangled in the air.
The supreme command of the squeezed-out Nurgle Great Daemon with its highly toxic excrement is being issued through the mouthparts (?) of this thing to the forces of the Death Guard and the Demon Engine, "Go crush them and grant them eternal salvation, in the name of the merciful father Nurgle!"
The battle flag that had been hidden for a long time was finally propped up by the power of Chaos. It was the 5th Company, the Herpes Vendors, the armored cluster assault force under Mortarion. Swarms of Plague Crawlers and Withering Engines were their best symbols. The diseases they were infected with would cause the wounds of these Plague Warriors to continuously drip half-coagulated pus and blood, leaving patches of black and red blood scabs on their armor.
There was no need for the Great Demon to urge them. The melta guns and the unique withering howitzers were fired at the Imperial Guard's infantry-tank coordinated array almost at the same time as the Plague Marines were dodging the Hydra's anti-aircraft fire. The counterattack of these Chaos Astartes was even faster than that of the Guards who had aimed at them earlier.
It was a sharp insight and counterattack that was inconsistent with their bloated stature. The plague-wrapped bombs rained down into the gaps between the tanks, while the more violent melta and withering howitzers hit the charging Leman Russ and the slightly smaller Hydra one after another.
The original duty of the infantry to suppress enemy infantry and cover tanks is like a huge gap between mortals and angels in the face of the powerful tactical performance of the Plague Marines. The only way to change this situation is to drag the Plague Marines into a melee where they have no time to fight against tanks, which seems to be a suicidal move - for the Imperial Guard, sacrifice is never a problem.
There was a big gap between mortals and Astartes, but there was little difference between the demon engines and mortal war engines. As long as they could take advantage of their numbers, victory would be in front of them. They had to get the armored forces past the Plague Warriors before the blasphemous demon engines slowly started up and were put on the battlefield, even if that cost them their own lives.
Everyone who fights for the great God-Emperor of humanity has a sense of dedication. We are the Emperor's currency, and we try our best to risk our lives for a greater cause. It should be glorious and worthwhile to exchange cheap mortal lives for the noble lives of these inhuman and despicable traitors who bow to the malice of the Warp!
No one flinched, even when faced with the terrifying blades of the Plague Marines. Before the plasma flames of the lead Leman Russ Executioner died, before the hymns from the fortress loudspeakers fell into silence, before the last warrior fell on this doomed planet, the Cadians would never surrender, never!
The distance of just a few hundred meters was too short for the two armies with the same iron faith. After passing through the iron rain created by the blasphemous withering grenades and the defensive armor-piercing grenades used as offensive grenades by the vanguard of the suicide squad, it was the turn of plague poison blades, bayonets and chainsaws.
There was no ejection. It was better to say that the terrifying power of the Hell Gun, which was enough to penetrate the power armor when shooting at close range, was far superior to that of the short monomolecular bayonet. As for the possibility of accidental injuries, no one cared about it. Even exchanging a plague warrior for a hundred warriors was extremely cost-effective.
The heavy and rough Plague Blade, which resembled a beheading sword, was swift and fierce. No Cadian warrior could stand up to the experienced Plague Warriors and the Eternal Battle Veterans. But when the Astartes' dodge angle was completely covered by the sharp edge of the bayonet and the hell gun -
"One o'clock, fire!"
The plasma cannon of the Leman Russ Executioner that was suppressing the Plague Crawlers flashed, and then spit out a ball of hot, bound plasma at the entangled and slaughtered Plague Marines.
The plasma, which seemed slow but was actually fast, went straight through the plague warrior who tried his best to dodge but was pierced through the torso by two sharp bayonets. He was immobilized by two faces that were deformed due to the twisted and broken bodies and were filled with the flames of revenge.
Apart from the two feet covered by molten ceramic iron, only the tilted buttstock that was fixed together and immersed in the molten iron seemed to be telling a calm but not dull moment, the metal gun body that was broken by the huge force that could break a building, and the twisted but tough flesh and blood body.
“Is this the power of a cowardly corpse king?” The violent plague blade fell from the top of his head. The majestic political commissar’s cap was lifted up by the wind pressure, and was caught by the mouthparts on the alien-like twisted torso of the plague warrior in front of him, torn and swallowed. “Weak thing, the kind father we are waiting for is the only salvation!”
Even the metal prosthetic arms made by the Mechanicus creaked in front of the Chaos Astartes' bloated torso. Only when the combat mixture was injected into his body could the political commissar sort out his thoughts in pain. "To fight for so-called power is not called faith, you poor creature who is sinking into distortion!"
This brought even more rage, "Do you understand the Corpse King better than I do! Let me see what you mean by bullshit faith," the Plague Pig's other big hand pierced into the helmet of another warrior. Even if he had to endure a bullet that pierced his chest and burned his internal organs, it didn't matter. The gift of Nurgle gave him an abominable perseverance that was almost immortal!
With one hand, you can open the small skull of a mortal, devour the brain, and read the information: What will be the most important memory before his death? It will definitely not be a fake pseudo-emperor. "Finally, it rang, for the emperor!" "What, what did you do!"
Just before he threw the body away, the exploding molten metal tore his armor and left arm apart, and melted his bone spurs and breastplate, but the protection of his loving father still saved his life, temporarily.
"——This is what we call faith!" The roaring chainsaw pierced through his chest as the overloaded mechanical arm pushed forward! The commissar's burnt face, like a demon, crashed into the flames that had not yet dissipated, and of course the roaring chainsaw that was about to tear him apart. The steel-soled combat boots stuck in his knees, and with a teeth-grinding cutting sound, the head with twisted horns flew to the ground.
The faint crying sound completely disappeared at this moment, it was dead.
Chapter 153: The tenacity of holding on
The commissar struggled, dodging the rancid blood and buzzing flies that went straight to his soul, even though the plasma flames had already ignited his armor and flesh, and death was beckoning him. Every inch he moved was a bone-eating torture, but what he could not accept was dying in those blasphemous witchcrafts.
He couldn't miss the good opportunity his comrades had created for him. It was a joke to wait until the flames faded before trying to kill a Plague Warrior Captain. So when he should have rushed over to chop off the head of the damn traitor, he rushed over as a matter of course. This was the duty of the political commissar.
No sacrifice is too great to be accepted, not even my own life. The nameless commissar supported himself with the bladed chainsaw, looking out through the steaming flames, the armored cavalry of the Empire was crossing the chaos on the hillside. "We are going to win, great..."
Before the vision became completely dark, a ray of golden light seemed to be faintly seen, connecting to the sky from the other side of the distant river.
The Death Guard, hampered by the continuous hand-to-hand combat and without the command of their captain, held on to this nameless high ground as their gene father had hoped. But what was the use? They did not retreat, winning every battle, but losing the battle itself.
When Leman Russ and Hydra cleared the threat of the demon engine under the cover of the naval aviation and turned around, this nameless high ground with thousands of corpses will return to silence under the destructive artillery fire, and the plasma flame will purify all impurities. After the zombies return to the state of mindless hatred of the living, the threat of the frontier position will also collapse.
When the perspective shifts away from this narrow high ground, the victory won by thousands of fearless faces fighting for their lives is just a dot among the small flags on the vast sand table. The victory or failure of the Emperor's currency is quantified into the advance and retreat of the array on the sand table.
All of this was summarized in a brief battle report. The 776th Army Group annihilated two Death Guard squads, 6 Astartes and more than thirty Demon Engines in the N-14 direction, damaged four Leman Russ and six Hydras, and more than soldiers were killed or executed by the infection.
This battle report was submitted to the headquarters on the Eastern Front together with good or bad battle reports from a dozen fortresses that were attacked on the Eastern Front. Every fluctuation on a battle line on just one planet would cost hundreds of thousands of casualties. Every reduction in his proportion in the report was the best demonstration of the terrifying size of the empire.
Even the injured Nether Lord that could not move tried its best to use the long-range firepower of his equipment to make a relatively weak contribution. While being defeated, the Death Army showed its final madness. In order to recapture the corpse of their god, the warriors who can still fight will fight to the last drop of blood!
The support from the Imperial Naval Aviation and the Dark Angels who came to support at the fastest speed on Thunderhawks ran into the final madness of the Death Army. The Nether Lords who charged with their swords waving were disintegrated bit by bit by the direct fire from the Naval Aviation. The scattered lasers also turned the fighter planes of the two squadrons into pools of molten iron falling from the sky.
But after the flames of the Starhawk bombers' ion bombs were poured into the ruins, no matter how strong and agile the Eldar were, they were unable to fight in the sea of plasma fire. The upright flag was planted on the last Nether Lord who was not ignited, and more than a dozen Eldar warriors were burned and wiped out by the plasma on the remaining pure land.
Just like the incarnation of the god of death who struggled to hold on until even the last bit of energy was exhausted in the process of repairing, leaving behind only a shriveled, broken and worthless body. In the final struggle, the ruins of several thousand meters in radius were leveled and several huge pits were left. In the end, it was the more idealistic Saratoga who defeated the monster.
He used his staff to completely crush the evil creature, but, "What on earth are these elves here for?" Saratoga didn't know their real purpose in the end. With such a big show, they couldn't really be here just to get the Crone's Sword.
Chapter 149: The Siege of Volgatok
For humans, this was an inexplicable victory, but for the Death Army and even the entire Eldar, this was a humiliating defeat.
The extremely xenophobic monkeys brutally tore up their vision of negotiation and retrieving the Crone Sword. Just like at the beginning, it was clear that as long as the human empire paid a little price, the Eldar God of Death would return and the Eldar would be revived. The win-win situation was rudely destroyed by the selfish and inferior race - it was just to extinguish the Astronomican, and it was just to destroy the country and the race!
The Crone Sword was the sacred artifact of their noble Eldar race recorded in the Bible. They had even been so friendly as to be almost humbly asking for the return of the artifact, without making any reasonable requests such as all the people on the boulder committing suicide to apologize. Yet, those barbaric creatures still refused to appreciate it and did not understand the mercy of the great Eldar savior, the Messiah of the Seventh Path?
Damn, damn, damn!
Lowly monkeys, damn inferior races - why are they so powerful? Even the incarnation of their omnipotent gods was torn to pieces alive by the war hammers and iron claws of the mortal world! (Suddenly I discovered this weapon configuration... the episode that Huang Laohan is most familiar with)
The failure to retrieve the third Crone Sword and the death of the God's Avatar dealt a heavy blow to the new Death Army. As the price of pulling out the second Crone Sword, the Eldar's largest Ark will gradually disintegrate over hundreds of years. After paying such a heavy price to awaken the Lord's Avatar, the Death Army can do nothing. How can it not be confusing?
What Evelene could not accept the most was the endless failures. Thousands of Eldar warriors were attracted to her by the dream of revival, but she only gave them failure and death in return. From the tragic victory of the destruction of Bjetan to the escape from Cadia and the loss of most of her wealth in the Stone Fortress.
Of the more than 2,000 warriors who had set out in high spirits, less than a hundred gathered around her. All the heavy equipment and flying units and more than half of the total troops were buried forever on the boulder because of the disputes provoked by humans.
The good news is that the power of the God of Death has not been eliminated, and the souls of the victims are all in her hands. As long as they find the Blood Orcs and a wild monkey world with few garrisons, resurrection is not a difficult task for the Eldar. A large number of unarmed wild monkeys can not only serve as supplies, but also boost their few morale.
In the human empire, what world would lack a large number of human army garrisons? It's not agricultural worlds, mining worlds, hive worlds, which sound ordinary but are actually full of martial virtues. Generally speaking, in addition to the Ministry of Justice, which is more like a police force, there will only be a small number of penal corps using the worst equipment in the penal world.
The answer is simple. These planets are the most worthless worlds - they only have a few barren minerals and a large number of prisoners, and humans happen to be the least scarce and cheapest resource in the human empire. Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, let alone the stationing of Astartes, the Penalty World can't even gather half of the lightest armored regiment.
"The nearest wild monkey punishment world - Volgatok?" Such a world is undoubtedly the best choice for the Death Army to attack. "Warriors of the Death Army, the wild monkeys used the most despicable means to assassinate our gods. Ah, the great Inad, you suffered because of His mercy!"
"We must use the blood of sinners to wash away the shame that has been inflicted on our noble race and gods. In this world of barbarian monkeys where everyone is a soldier, we don't need to put down our swords after breaking into the city. We can use darts and razors to vent our anger in the most brutal way - Inard is with us!"
Breaking the city without stopping the sword has always been the most convenient way for the bandit army to boost morale. After Eveleni announced the next target to the hundred or so remaining soldiers, despair and fear were immediately buried under fanatical expectations. In the chaos of the demons, only Qianmian, who was following Eveleni with his head down, managed to force a stiff smile, "It shouldn't be like this."
But since it was Evelyne's order, he had no choice but to obey. Then, was Volgatok, the new destination of the Death Army's resentful creatures, where the Death Guard and Salmin were fighting for the most, really still an undefended remote desert?
Of course there is still a desert, but at this moment it is struggling to maintain its reality under the endless fire of the Cadia Blitzkrieg Army. It is a war between the death desert that has swallowed up hundreds of thousands of years and the sticky swamp filled with trillions of bacteria, spores and mosquitoes!
The 6th Army of Kadia (Blitzkrieg) was stationed in the Volgatok N- Prison Fortress and the square kilometers of death desert in front.
After the modern military reforms carried out by Salmin, in theory, the imperial troops with unified equipment no longer had any difference between the blitzkrieg troops and ordinary troops. However, because the military flags were not confiscated, these former blitzkrieg troops still kept their former glory and old names in private, and even commanders at all levels were more willing to believe in the capabilities of these troops.
Prison Fortress No. N-6, one of the main fortresses located on the main continental shelf of Volgatok, facing the endless Nurgle army on the eastern salient, was naturally assigned to the former st Regiment of the Cadian Blitzkrieg, which had experience in fighting against Astartes, and is now the th Army of the Cadian Front.
This glorious team, which had survived the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Chaos Astartes of the Black Legion on Sun Makayathus, was entrusted with an important task by the military. On the back of the hillside behind them were two land-based macro-artillery positions and an aviation command directly under the Eastern Command of the Volgatok Main Continental Shelf.
One third of the super-heavy artillery support and more than half of the aviation support on the Eastern Front came from here. It can be said that this mountain range and the void shield of the N-6 fortress embedded in the mountain determined the outcome of the entire Eastern Front battlefield.
The troops stationed at n-6 also included eighteen knight mechas in two spear formations and the auxiliary combat units of Volgatok's 6th and nd Penal Legion, both of which were classified as PDF standard -man regiments, as well as more than mecha servants and 'quasi-mecha servants' in the n- prison.
Apart from the Knight Mechs used to counter high-level demon units, the rest of the troops can only be said to be promising in the future. Especially the 20,000 Heavy Woodcutters - the cheapest squad with little heavy firepower, the old captain really doesn't expect them to play any role in facing demons and fallen space marines.
Fortunately, Warhammer's matching mechanism is extremely complete. Nurgle's army does have a well-matched opponent - tens of billions of Nurgle zombies, the only monsters that can be effectively killed by the most basic laser guns, so PDFs can finally feel a little involved in digging trenches.
Chapter 150 Rain Father
Wherever there is Nurgle infection, there are Nurgle zombies, highlighting the fact that there is a large amount of Nurgle zombies. For the Imperial Guards bound by gravity, the war in the sky has nothing to do with them. Their mission is to defend the planet under their feet with their lives and oaths, just like the Cadians in the past ten thousand years.
Of course, higher-level commanders, such as the Lieutenant General of the 776th Army of the Cadia Front, knew more. Their mission was more specifically to guard the strange devices buried in various node fortresses.
It was a creature made of strange black dense rocks, bound by countless metal branches engraved with the sacred prayers of Om Messiah. According to the bigwigs of the Military Affairs Department, this was a sacred device "developed" by the Great Sage on Cadia that could suppress the subspace erosion phenomenon in a large area.
Along with it came a sternly worded order, 'The obelisk array is the sacred object of the Emperor, and must not be desecrated by Chaos. When it is impossible to do so, it must be destroyed decisively to ensure the purity of the Emperor's majesty - this is a hundred times more important than all of you! '
However, this is actually just an excuse that is more in line with the Empire's worldview. The fact is that the technological content of Blackstone is too high, and Cawl can only make limited use of it in such a short period of time. The Blackstone obelisk array that was urgently sent to various node fortresses in Volgatok still retains its original characteristics.
Classic enemy and friend share the same origin. In addition to suppressing the warp, the blackstone can also enhance the corruption of the warp. Therefore, once the node falls into the hands of the Nurgle army, the blackstone nodes deployed to maintain the concentration of the real universe in front of the living planet will be eroded by the evil power of the warp. That will undoubtedly be a nightmare.
Powerful and dangerous experiments, but it is precisely such experiments that give mortal forces the possibility to fight against the Chaos Astartes and the demonic legions here. All the forces of the non-physical universe, including the living saints, are suppressed by the normal operation of the obelisk. Even the filth wrapped in the evil power of the great father Nurgle cannot tear a rift within its range.
Then why not tear open a rift somewhere else and flood it like a wave as usual? Theoretically, it is possible, but at this time, Volgatok's control of the universe is firmly in the hands of Salmin's fleet. Want to tear open a rift far away from the fortress to gather troops?
Without air defense, fleet, or void shield, a mere sniper team dares to ignore the sky? Quack! Look at the 99,999 cannons of the Imperial Navy firing at the same time, completely blowing the traitors apart!
The Imperial garrison's disregard for the sky is based on the Imperial Navy's firm control of the universe. The few fleets sent by your Death Guard have become a few remnants on the living planets. Any demon that dares to appear outside the fortress nodes that can only be accurately attacked will have only one end - for the sake of the God Emperor, use the sacred orbital bombardment on it.
When the main force of the Imperial Navy was in a stalemate with the living planet, three cruiser squadrons were still drawn out to support the ground battlefield. This was not a waste of manpower. Even if a living planet soaked in the evil power of Nurgle wanted to devour another planet slightly larger than it, it could only use metaphysical erosion rather than physical devouring.
In other words, whether it is a fleet battle in space or an erosion on the ground, you must win the battle. Use the vast sea of people and the power of a loving father to clear out all the fortresses of the empire on the ground and completely corrupt every node! Only in this way can you open up a second battlefield on the other side of Cadia.
The one who took over this important task from Mortarion was none other than the top Nurgle Great Daemon, the Great Unclean One, "Rain Father" Rotigus the Rainmaker, who had a good relationship with him!
Under the throne of the benevolent father Nurgle, Rotigus the Rainmaker is recognized as the second most favored being (except for Mortarion), and after the Plague War in the 42nd Millennium, he was even promoted above the former chief demon Ku'gath. Even now that he has not yet ascended to the throne, this kind of favor is enough to make his appearance be regarded as a sign of Nurgle's increase in power.
With Tzeentch withdrawing funding, Khorne not coming at all, and Slaanesh not even moving, the fate of a true god gave the Chaos Alliance the confidence to go crazy. Although the living planet was intercepted by the reinforcements of the Imperial Fleet because the escort fleet was too sewery, as long as Rainfather launched an attack on behalf of Nurgle's will, everything would be fine.
You should know that, unlike the other four families, the favor of a loving father is also counted in the power of the Nurgle family. In battle, Nurgle himself will bless those who are favored enough, regardless of the cost. It is the love that parents give to their children without considering the loss and return, rather than a part of the reward.
What will happen if the power of gods descends upon mortals? Look at the distant Jubal Galaxy, which has been turned into a forbidden zone for humans. The stars split by the aftermath of Khorne's battle axe have been completely transformed into strange living creatures that are half-warp and half-entity, and the blood-red light is engulfing the entire universe.
It is foreseeable that the blasphemous light emanating from the years before Jubal fell into the warp will turn the surrounding star regions into a paradise for the Khorne army in a few hundred years. The desperate time bomb is just a trace of the aftermath of his wrath. If Nurgle really insists on venting his wrath on the physical universe, all mortals can only pray for the glory of the God-Emperor.
Even the most miserable fallen believers, when they think of the great power held by the true God they 'believe' in, the six facial features will jump and dance, and they will straighten their chests towards the guns of the false emperor's army that is overflowing with golden evil power!
"First line, three volleys, ready - fire!" At the front line of the Volgatok N-6 Fortress, the soldiers of the rd Mechanized Infantry Brigade were pouring the wrath of the God-Emperor on the endless horde of corpses in front of them. Reflected in their purple pupils was the demon army that was all over the mountains and plains, dyeing the dead black and yellow desert a sickening green.
The endless attack on the ground has lasted for seven days and nights. Looking from a high place, one can vaguely see a moving grate composed of vast light pillars connecting the sky and the earth in the distance. The broken crystalline hills covering millions of square kilometers are the last effort of the Imperial Navy fleet's light to scorch the earth.
Countless Nurgle troops were annihilated by the glow of the ship-borne weapons, but more than tens of millions leaked out from the extremely dense grate. At this moment, the N-6 fortress alone was facing no less than Nurgle troops and countless zombies crawling out of the rainwater - a stinking soup composed of weakly alkaline plague water, half-digested rotten meat and the most acidic bile in the world.
It was the blessed water of Nurgle from the prayers of the Rain Father, the sacred liquid that gave birth to life. The foul, sticky rainwater could melt any sticky substance such as flesh, fat, etc., accompanied by endless psychic plagues and mosquito bites.
Chapter 151 Gunpowder and Steel
Even within the range of the obelisk, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard must wear professional breathing masks 24 hours a day. Even Krieg's gas masks cannot guarantee safety. Only breathing masks equipped with compressed oxygen can prevent plagues and toxins mixed with lethal amounts of psychic energy from entering the fragile human body.
The orders of the political commissar and officers at all levels were transmitted to every corner of the front-line positions through highly mechanical loudspeakers. In order to avoid becoming a virtual steamer, the tanks with internal and external circulation shut off could only be docked in the concrete fortress to act as fixed firepower. Fortunately, the naval aviation fighters were heavy enough, and the pillars of fire and plasma flames that shot into the sky did not stop for a moment.
This still solid front is the result of the confidence brought about by the military reform. The 776th Army, which has regarded the Nurgle army as one of its imaginary enemies since its establishment, can even provide additional support to two other PDF regiments, each of which is equipped with a set of basic chemical defense equipment.
Among the traditional troops that do not consider fighting against demons, only the nuns with the most steadfast faith can withstand the erosion of Nurgle's evil power and viruses until the last drop of blood is shed, but now only a set of standard chemical defense equipment with a unit price of more than five Astra Militarum legions is needed... It seems that religion is more cost-effective.
The advantage of technology lies in its universality. The Eastern Front troops, which did not suffer a significant loss of personnel and defeat at the beginning of the war, dragged the Nurgle army into a siege battle with a very considerable exchange ratio, rather than a tragic Jedi counterattack. At this time, the N-6 Fortress, which separated the two Nurgle armies as a salient part of the Eastern Front, seemed extremely annoying to Rain Father.
The more than 776 demon soldiers in front of them and the Nurgle zombies that are still infinitely generated outside the range of the obelisk are the greeting gift from Rain Father, and also the first wave of tests for the th Army Group, which is responsible for the pressure-bearing position.
The existence of Nurgle's zombies kicked this war, which took place at the end of the distant 41st millennium, back to the trench warfare mode of World War I. Even though the Imperial Guard had various surreal means such as low-orbit bombing and integrated air and space strikes, the Nurgle zombies relied on their endless numbers and non-existent morale terms to pull the battle line within a thousand meters.
The blasphemous power that was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye made the guards who had never breathed any air outside faintly smell the stench of war. Small demon engines such as Nurgle Demons or Spreaders of Fetid Blight called for sticky and moist poisonous smoke until it was engulfed by an even more shocking flame.
The killing speed of the fortress's fortress artillery and the petrified lizard self-propelled artillery phalanx could not match the speed at which Nurgle's zombies gathered. Gunpowder and steel could tear through the tide but were powerless to stop this green wave. Only the Storm Eagle's carpet bombing for miles could clear out these wriggling flesh and blood.
When the roar of the petrified lizard exploded less than a hundred meters away from the first line of trenches and bunkers, the roar of the hell guns spontaneously became thinner - the crisp sound of steel colliding and embedding, the sound of cracking became one, "Everyone, put on bayonets!"
The flag bearer climbed up the dirt slope behind the political commissar and the brigade commander. The fluttering regiment flag was as red as blood under the setting sun and the flames. The next wave of attacks by the naval aviation had already taken off. As long as there was a counterattack to annihilate the vanguard of the enemy separated by the plasma ship bombing, their perseverance would be enough to last until the next charge dedicated to the God-Emperor.
The Hydra's anti-aircraft gun slowly descended. This was a modified version that Salmin specially mass-produced and equipped to company-level troops. The main reason was that the radar was removed to solve the bad habit of the machine spirits not wanting to attack infantry on the ground. It could serve as an important anti-Astartes firepower, using the quad-mounted 88 gun to severely blow up those Fallen Space Marines or demons who thought they were very tough.
The price is that these 40k F-15s, which originally claimed that not a single round of ammunition was used to lick the ground, have become fanatical anti-infantry enthusiasts who will respond with an "I'm busy, drilling holes in the traitors, what's the matter?" when asked to defend against air defense after their physical transformation. Every mark symbolizing the killing of an Astartes will make the machine spirit ecstatic.
These machine spirits, which had become even more vicious than their cousins, took the initiative to lower their quadruple-mounted 88mm cannons and fired the first round of the counterattack. They would actively maintain a slight rise and fall in the gun barrel to tear more limbs all over the ground, or fanatically search for the demon engines hidden under the endless swarm of corpses while slaughtering.
Under the fluttering bloody flag, the commissar was charging at the tip of his spear and roared his final acclamation, even though the maximum output of the loudspeaker would not change because of his voice. "Volgatok is behind us, and the enemy of humanity is in front of us. We must be like the sun Makayathus, either to be glorious or to be dead."
The roaring chainsaws were craving for blood and flesh while idling. On the commissar's torn but straight uniform, several shining medals were flashing a light that shifted his position. "For the Emperor! Forward! Cadia! Cadia!! Cadia!!!"
The moment the loud charge horn and the heavy history soaked in blood, glory and sacrifice exploded on the battlefield, even civilians or deserters who had not received military training would charge towards the indescribable strange demons, not to mention that the one standing here holding the steel gun tightly was one of the most elite warriors of the Human Empire, the glorious Cadia Blitzkrieg!
The double-reinforced steel-soled combat boots crushed the soil and rocks, the infantry surrounded the tanks, the armor protected the soldiers, and the shock of the heavy artillery instantly drowned out the flames of the heavy explosives and hell guns. The standard infantry-tank coordination tactics are always the most intuitive way to measure a mixed force.
The firepower of the synthetic mechanized infantry brigade, which is equivalent to a more than adequate old army tank regiment, is enough to penetrate any alien, Chaos or Astartes position during the breakthrough. The heavy artillery of the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus is the cornerstone of the backbone of the human empire!
Tons of ammunition were fired every second, tearing apart the wriggling flesh and rotten steel piled up by the evil power of the warp. Even the fallen corpses were still beating, eager to give the twisted so-called salvation to the loyal guards. The next moment, the promethium flames ejected from the gaps in the ranks to add the final purification.
The sacred flame has been protecting humanity since the days of the cute girls hundreds of thousands of years ago. No matter how much the viruses and bacteria wrapped in the power of the warp were strengthened, they could not pass the flame. Then, the dust raised by Leman Russ's bulldozer buried them again under the endless yellow sand, forging a path flattened by the steel boots of the guardsmen.
Gunpowder and steel crushed the ocean of demons and the zombies they commanded, and the naval fleet that arrived as scheduled gave them the final integrated air-ground strike - under the laser guidance of Kashejin's elite scouts, a several-kilometer-long wall of fire separated the main force of the Demon Lord from the Imperial Guards who were charging towards the ocean like they were sending themselves to death.
At this point, the situation on the battlefield was finally reversed! Being able to concentrate superior forces to annihilate the enemy forces in a disadvantageous situation is called a counterattack. At this time, the Fury interceptors that were covering the Storm Eagles turned their offensive, and in the constant dives and pull-ups, their true purpose was revealed before them. The two teams of Death Guards, the real commanders of the frontline troops!
Victory is at hand, now it's a matter of faith and steel!
Chapter 152 Faith and Steel
The Hydra's vicious machine soul was the first to find the Chaos Astartes psychic command group with a hint of black and red in the monotonous yellow-green color of corruption. The dazzling trajectory of the quadruple 88 anti-aircraft gun mixed with tracer bullets suddenly changed direction - compared to demons and endless cheap zombies, the kill mark of the Death Guard warriors is an excellent honor that will never depreciate.
Thousands of zombies and demons were crushed by the crazy bullet chains. The 88mm anti-aircraft gun was a serious anti-armor caliber, and this caliber of individual firepower could only be seen on the Mechanicus's sages or killing servitors. Even the Astartes wearing heavy armor could only barely keep their bodies intact if they failed to dodge in time!
Three Death Guards who thought they were heavily armored and blessed by Nurgle were drowned in the hellish steel storm along with the twisted and corrupted psychic shadows in front of them. They will pay the price for their contempt for mortals. The elites on Cadia are not the mixed-up empires who have no resistance to the Astartes.
The Empire has two types of Astra Militarum, one that can achieve an exchange ratio, and one that cannot. Generally speaking, the one that can achieve an exchange ratio, no matter what the value is, will be the Empire's victory in the end. The heavy Empire and its tenacious people are confident that they can defeat any enemy, and the choice of all political commissars is - "For the Emperor, follow me!"
After the withering psychic mist of the poisonous crucible dissipated, the demon engine troops that were originally prepared to attack the imperial position at night appeared behind the stubborn command post. These mixed creations of blasphemous flesh and rotten metal were entangled in bloody and smelly poisonous mist and condensed into groups of flies and mosquitoes.
The Plague Hulk straightened up the disgusting bloated pustule that could barely be called a body, and the second giant mouth that was iconic to Nurgle opened from where the few hands should have been placed at the connection with the rotten metal spider joint below, and the tentacle-like teeth made of small intestines covered with blasphemous mucus rolled and entangled in the air.
The supreme command of the squeezed-out Nurgle Great Daemon with its highly toxic excrement is being issued through the mouthparts (?) of this thing to the forces of the Death Guard and the Demon Engine, "Go crush them and grant them eternal salvation, in the name of the merciful father Nurgle!"
The battle flag that had been hidden for a long time was finally propped up by the power of Chaos. It was the 5th Company, the Herpes Vendors, the armored cluster assault force under Mortarion. Swarms of Plague Crawlers and Withering Engines were their best symbols. The diseases they were infected with would cause the wounds of these Plague Warriors to continuously drip half-coagulated pus and blood, leaving patches of black and red blood scabs on their armor.
There was no need for the Great Demon to urge them. The melta guns and the unique withering howitzers were fired at the Imperial Guard's infantry-tank coordinated array almost at the same time as the Plague Marines were dodging the Hydra's anti-aircraft fire. The counterattack of these Chaos Astartes was even faster than that of the Guards who had aimed at them earlier.
It was a sharp insight and counterattack that was inconsistent with their bloated stature. The plague-wrapped bombs rained down into the gaps between the tanks, while the more violent melta and withering howitzers hit the charging Leman Russ and the slightly smaller Hydra one after another.
The original duty of the infantry to suppress enemy infantry and cover tanks is like a huge gap between mortals and angels in the face of the powerful tactical performance of the Plague Marines. The only way to change this situation is to drag the Plague Marines into a melee where they have no time to fight against tanks, which seems to be a suicidal move - for the Imperial Guard, sacrifice is never a problem.
There was a big gap between mortals and Astartes, but there was little difference between the demon engines and mortal war engines. As long as they could take advantage of their numbers, victory would be in front of them. They had to get the armored forces past the Plague Warriors before the blasphemous demon engines slowly started up and were put on the battlefield, even if that cost them their own lives.
Everyone who fights for the great God-Emperor of humanity has a sense of dedication. We are the Emperor's currency, and we try our best to risk our lives for a greater cause. It should be glorious and worthwhile to exchange cheap mortal lives for the noble lives of these inhuman and despicable traitors who bow to the malice of the Warp!
No one flinched, even when faced with the terrifying blades of the Plague Marines. Before the plasma flames of the lead Leman Russ Executioner died, before the hymns from the fortress loudspeakers fell into silence, before the last warrior fell on this doomed planet, the Cadians would never surrender, never!
The distance of just a few hundred meters was too short for the two armies with the same iron faith. After passing through the iron rain created by the blasphemous withering grenades and the defensive armor-piercing grenades used as offensive grenades by the vanguard of the suicide squad, it was the turn of plague poison blades, bayonets and chainsaws.
There was no ejection. It was better to say that the terrifying power of the Hell Gun, which was enough to penetrate the power armor when shooting at close range, was far superior to that of the short monomolecular bayonet. As for the possibility of accidental injuries, no one cared about it. Even exchanging a plague warrior for a hundred warriors was extremely cost-effective.
The heavy and rough Plague Blade, which resembled a beheading sword, was swift and fierce. No Cadian warrior could stand up to the experienced Plague Warriors and the Eternal Battle Veterans. But when the Astartes' dodge angle was completely covered by the sharp edge of the bayonet and the hell gun -
"One o'clock, fire!"
The plasma cannon of the Leman Russ Executioner that was suppressing the Plague Crawlers flashed, and then spit out a ball of hot, bound plasma at the entangled and slaughtered Plague Marines.
The plasma, which seemed slow but was actually fast, went straight through the plague warrior who tried his best to dodge but was pierced through the torso by two sharp bayonets. He was immobilized by two faces that were deformed due to the twisted and broken bodies and were filled with the flames of revenge.
Apart from the two feet covered by molten ceramic iron, only the tilted buttstock that was fixed together and immersed in the molten iron seemed to be telling a calm but not dull moment, the metal gun body that was broken by the huge force that could break a building, and the twisted but tough flesh and blood body.
“Is this the power of a cowardly corpse king?” The violent plague blade fell from the top of his head. The majestic political commissar’s cap was lifted up by the wind pressure, and was caught by the mouthparts on the alien-like twisted torso of the plague warrior in front of him, torn and swallowed. “Weak thing, the kind father we are waiting for is the only salvation!”
Even the metal prosthetic arms made by the Mechanicus creaked in front of the Chaos Astartes' bloated torso. Only when the combat mixture was injected into his body could the political commissar sort out his thoughts in pain. "To fight for so-called power is not called faith, you poor creature who is sinking into distortion!"
This brought even more rage, "Do you understand the Corpse King better than I do! Let me see what you mean by bullshit faith," the Plague Pig's other big hand pierced into the helmet of another warrior. Even if he had to endure a bullet that pierced his chest and burned his internal organs, it didn't matter. The gift of Nurgle gave him an abominable perseverance that was almost immortal!
With one hand, you can open the small skull of a mortal, devour the brain, and read the information: What will be the most important memory before his death? It will definitely not be a fake pseudo-emperor. "Finally, it rang, for the emperor!" "What, what did you do!"
Just before he threw the body away, the exploding molten metal tore his armor and left arm apart, and melted his bone spurs and breastplate, but the protection of his loving father still saved his life, temporarily.
"——This is what we call faith!" The roaring chainsaw pierced through his chest as the overloaded mechanical arm pushed forward! The commissar's burnt face, like a demon, crashed into the flames that had not yet dissipated, and of course the roaring chainsaw that was about to tear him apart. The steel-soled combat boots stuck in his knees, and with a teeth-grinding cutting sound, the head with twisted horns flew to the ground.
The faint crying sound completely disappeared at this moment, it was dead.
Chapter 153: The tenacity of holding on
The commissar struggled, dodging the rancid blood and buzzing flies that went straight to his soul, even though the plasma flames had already ignited his armor and flesh, and death was beckoning him. Every inch he moved was a bone-eating torture, but what he could not accept was dying in those blasphemous witchcrafts.
He couldn't miss the good opportunity his comrades had created for him. It was a joke to wait until the flames faded before trying to kill a Plague Warrior Captain. So when he should have rushed over to chop off the head of the damn traitor, he rushed over as a matter of course. This was the duty of the political commissar.
No sacrifice is too great to be accepted, not even my own life. The nameless commissar supported himself with the bladed chainsaw, looking out through the steaming flames, the armored cavalry of the Empire was crossing the chaos on the hillside. "We are going to win, great..."
Before the vision became completely dark, a ray of golden light seemed to be faintly seen, connecting to the sky from the other side of the distant river.
The Death Guard, hampered by the continuous hand-to-hand combat and without the command of their captain, held on to this nameless high ground as their gene father had hoped. But what was the use? They did not retreat, winning every battle, but losing the battle itself.
When Leman Russ and Hydra cleared the threat of the demon engine under the cover of the naval aviation and turned around, this nameless high ground with thousands of corpses will return to silence under the destructive artillery fire, and the plasma flame will purify all impurities. After the zombies return to the state of mindless hatred of the living, the threat of the frontier position will also collapse.
When the perspective shifts away from this narrow high ground, the victory won by thousands of fearless faces fighting for their lives is just a dot among the small flags on the vast sand table. The victory or failure of the Emperor's currency is quantified into the advance and retreat of the array on the sand table.
All of this was summarized in a brief battle report. The 776th Army Group annihilated two Death Guard squads, 6 Astartes and more than thirty Demon Engines in the N-14 direction, damaged four Leman Russ and six Hydras, and more than soldiers were killed or executed by the infection.
This battle report was submitted to the headquarters on the Eastern Front together with good or bad battle reports from a dozen fortresses that were attacked on the Eastern Front. Every fluctuation on a battle line on just one planet would cost hundreds of thousands of casualties. Every reduction in his proportion in the report was the best demonstration of the terrifying size of the empire.
