MTL - Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation-Chapter 20 May we all stand beside the Emperor
Chapter 20 May we all stand beside the Emperor
"Let's do it, and give the blessings of the father to these ordinary people who have been fooled by the corpse king." Gurlo said, striding forward, and the other plague fighters made way for their lords to walk past.
Plague warriors' armors are oozing with foul-smelling liquid, stretched out by their bloated bodies, and covered with a layer of green flies, emitting a disgusting stench and miserable green mist from the inside out.
"Let us bring the gift of a loving father to those fools." Gurlo's deputy also spoke, his voice sounded like a rotten throat, but he was able to speak.
It followed closely behind Gurlo, holding a flesh-and-blood power hammer and walking towards the battlefield. The distillation equipment and the experimental plague grenade on his body were clanging.
It is worth introducing that Gurlo's deputy is a plague alchemist, who can create terrible plagues through the deployment of different germs and viruses, which can easily poison the world of the entire empire, and even spread to other worlds, bringing countless pain and suffering. die.
The threat brought by the plague alchemists is far more terrifying than other plague warriors. They will poison the imperial worlds they come into contact with, and even fiddle with sacrificial rituals to sacrifice the imperial worlds and make them the garden of Nurgle.
"Praise the Father."
“Gift, bring them a gift.”
"Father's love."
"Destroy the corpse emperor."
The other plague warriors also brandished rusty bolters, sword hammers, and plague guns with rotting nozzles, shouting cheers, and followed Gurlo, preparing to launch a final wave of attacks.
Gurlo, who was walking in the front, raised the huge plague ax in his hand, and let out a hoarse, terrifying battle cry, "We are the sons of Mortarion, we are the embodiment of plague and death."
The other plague fighters also echoed the same battle cry, the roar of artillery fire sounded, and the demon engine and the artillery controlled by the traitors bombarded the fortress again.
The plague shells flew towards the flickering shield of the fortress, and malicious flame petals bloomed on it. A large number of plague poisonous clouds dispersed with the explosion, but were blocked by the shield.
The shield of the fort flickered, obviously reaching its limit.
With the continuous bombardment, the shield generator has reached the verge of overload, and with a few more rounds of bombardment, the fortress will lose the protection of the shield.
Without a shield, the fortress will become a fish on the cutting board and be slaughtered at will.
"Release the gift of the loving father." Gurlo ordered.
Soon, a large number of plague walking corpses were driven from afar.
They were once living people. It is the residents and defenders on the planet, and now they have all become puppets and playthings of Nurgle.
Many walking corpses were still wearing the clothes of the planetary defenders, and their weapons and equipment were hanging on their bodies.
They only retain simple instincts and cannot use weapons.
Gurlo doesn't need them to know how to use weapons. The plague walkers mainly rely on the plague they carry to kill the enemy.
These creatures stared blankly ahead, walking forward in a daze, with green mucus dripping from their teeth-cracked faces.
The stench of rotting flesh and wriggling tentacles reeked, and the whimpers of the dead echoed in the air.
Driven by the plague warriors, the plague walking corpses numbly walked towards the fortress, acting as cannon fodder to be consumed.
Tens of thousands of undead swarmed through the ruins, staggering towards the fire defense line of the imperial fortress.
The Plague Warrior followed closely behind, driving away the walking corpses like shepherds.
Behind them, plague blasters and the like, the demonic engines used for long-range bombing are still bombarding uninterruptedly, making the void shield of the fortress more and more flickering, on and off.
As the enemy entered the optimal attack distance, the firepower of the defenders became active. Heavy laser cannons and cannons roared, harvesting rows of plague-covered mutants.
The artillery fire roared, and countless walking corpses were blown away, blown into **** of rotten meat, and scattered all over the place.
The huge flamethrower released fire dragons one after another, burning the plague flies that wanted to get close to the defense line into coke.
The laser beam shot out from the bunker and hit the plague walking corpse, making it sizzle, turning into charred corpses that fell to the ground.
The defenders shouted the emperor's slogan, trying to kill and injure the enemy while saving ammunition as much as possible, trying to repel the enemy again.
The Plague Warriors fought back in the same way. The bolt guns in their hands precisely locked the heavy units and main firepower points of the Imperial defenders, and they kept pulling the trigger.
The explosive bombs easily shattered the bodies of ordinary soldiers, destroyed heavy units, and removed important firepower points of the imperial defenders, so that they could continue to drive the plague walking corpses forward.
Demonic engines like the Plaguespreader are also advancing, unleashing terrible plague shells and poisons, corrupting the human defenders and suppressing their firepower.
The imperial defenders tried their best, even using melta bombs tied to their bodies to try to stop the enemy's attack.
But no matter how hard they tried, facing the fierce attack of the plague fighters, they were still retreating steadily, losing positions one after another, and the defense line was constantly being compressed.
The Plague Warriors used their fearless mechs and demon engines. The terrifying firepower of these behemoths made the defenders with insufficient firepower miserable.
During several defense battles, they lost a large number of artillery and tanks, and they basically had no heavy firepower when they were trapped in the fortress.
"My merciful emperor, it's really over this time." Jie'an held the binoculars and watched those terrifying, flesh-and-blood fearless mechs coming out of the miserable green mist, followed by the plague walking dead Behind him, he knew that if there was no miracle, the fortress would fall sooner or later.
Plague Warriors also have Dreadnought Mechs, and they are all 10,000-year-old models with better performance. They have also been blessed by the Chaos God, and their combat power is even more terrifying than the Empire's Dreadnought Mechas.
The dreadnoughts walked past a burning Chimera personnel carrier. In front of its huge size, the Chimera personnel carrier seemed a bit unattractive.
Fearless hangs a huge cannon on one hand, outputting firepower crazily. The other hand is a hand full of barbs, and there is a big mouth on the chest where Fearless stores the remains of the plague fighter. , a group of eyes blinking near the big mouth, very penetrating.
Jian has seen these fearless shots several times. When facing the empire, they are completely crushed, and the defenders can't stop them at all.
He has witnessed those Dreadnoughts blowing up a super heavy fire tank - Baneblade with ease, and the firepower output is really terrifying.
"I don't even have a knight. Damn it, find a squad to be a death squad, and see if I can get closer and blow it up with a melta bomb." Jie'an tried to struggle, to see if he could replace it with his life. A dreadnought mech.
Soon, a team ran out, and other troops opened the way with firepower. They rushed up with melta bombs strapped on them.
The tactics are very simple, you can detonate the melta bomb when you get close, and you can let other teammates detonate it remotely if you die, just send it to it.
Unfortunately, although courage is a very precious and rare thing, it cannot change anything, especially on the battlefield, let alone turn the tide of battle.
"It's such a pity, it failed." Seeing the last soldier of the suicide squad shouting the Emperor's slogan was shattered by fearless long-range firepower, Jie'an smiled. He has lived for more than 30 years. called.
"It's these civilians." Jie'an turned his head to look deep into the fortress, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, he knew very well what the consequences of the loss of the last line of defense would be.
Chaos never has any mercy.
Jie'an raised his head, the shield was flickering, and it seemed that it would be broken in the next second. Through the shield, his prosthetic eyes could see that the gray plague green air had covered the entire sky, the planet had fallen, and their struggle was over. Useless.
They have tried their best, but the ending is already doomed.
Facing an invincible enemy, they have no chance of winning, and the last thing they can do is shout the emperor's slogan and rush to death.
Suppressing the sadness in his heart, Jie'an drew out his command knife and laser pistol, and turned on the army communicator, "It's a pleasure to fight with you, colleagues, may we all be with the emperor, and may all of you All souls can be accepted by the emperor. The glory of mankind will last forever, and the light of the emperor will shine forever. We will fight to the last moment, and chaos will never yield us."
As Jiean's words fell, the overwhelmed shield flickered a few times before disappearing completely.
The plague bomb fell on the fortress, setting off an explosion and plague poisonous fog, and screams and cries came from the fortress.
The desperate voices of the civilians resounded throughout the fortress.
Everyone knows that their last moment has come.
Plague Walkers and Plague Warriors broke through the defenders' firepower line, and started a frenzied massacre on the last position.
The defenders are also trying to use hand-to-hand combat to hold the last front and maintain the last dignity of human beings.
(end of this chapter)
