[That day, Hades brought down death and salvation.]
[The Hades led the armies, tearing open a bloody road to the main city. The flesh and blood of the aliens withered under his feet, and the miserable screams were silenced in the underworld. Darkness fell, but hope still existed.
The living witness great deeds, and the dead can rest in peace.
May the glory of Om Messiah last forever. We are witnesses of miracles. We are the missionaries He has chosen for the new era.]
The sky was dark and the sand was yellow. Dust storms were rising everywhere and the sky was so dark that no sunlight could be seen.
A violent explosion erupted from the wasteland they had long lost. The sky trembled and the alien fleet gathered, but under the sandstorm, no one knew what was happening over there.
Fat mixed with flesh and blood dried up in the sand. Every inch was filled with corpses. The metal skeletons of the sages slept together with the metal shells of the aliens.
He huddled in the trench, trembling. They were all dead. Everything was over. The front line he was defending had already collapsed. Tall aliens were searching for the last survivors in the trenches. Screams could be heard from the other side of the yellow sand from time to time, reminding him all the time that he would also die.
Blood and rust mixed together, and the heavy smell of rust filled his senses. He felt his insides becoming confused, and bad thoughts were crawling up like crazy.
Footsteps were heard, and he could imagine the four-legged monster walking on the sand. He took a deep breath as silently as possible and hugged the melta bomb tightly in his arms. He was trembling, and the sand behind him was grinding against him roughly.
For Om Messiah, for Om Messiah, he kept repeating in his mind, Death is not terrible, death is not terrible.
The alien's footsteps became louder, and he was ready.
"Bang!"
The sound of a gunshot rang out, followed by a sudden hiss and the sound of a blade breaking through the wind.
[Hey, sage, reinforcements have arrived, put down the bomb in your hand. ]
The incoming radio waves carried the visitor's data. He opened his mouth. Was that a brand new legion named Death Guard
He stood shakily, a hand helping him to drag himself out of the trench, his sensors telling him that a wall stood before him.
Bright light shone from the distant wasteland, penetrating the dust and sand, and hitting the armor of the Space Marine against the light. The symbols of the Mechanicus and the Death Guard were intertwined.
Behind him, the corpses of aliens were piled up and blood was oozing out, dripping.
An unusual feeling trembled in his soul, and he suddenly became calm, like boiling water silencing, with a suppressed coldness.
It was as if his soul breathed a sigh of relief deep in the sea. The high pressure and suffocation surrounded him, but the malice above the water surface had gone away.
[I am Hades, the commander of the Death Guard. I have been ordered to exterminate the aliens. I need your guidance, sage.]
Oh, O Messiah.
As Hades' army advanced, a ragged and broken team hung on the outside of their team. They were the sages who were still alive. In the previous war, which was as slow as a millstone, most of them had been crushed. They were confused and depressed.
What made Hades uneasy was that the souls of these sages all had more or less unstable parts. Just in case, he had been diluting the black domain to the maximum extent, which would inevitably make the already fragile souls of the sages even more unstable, but the current situation did not allow for anything else.
The sages in the team fell unconscious from time to time, and their companions continued to drag them forward, with the spare parts and red robes dragging on the ground, flowing all the way.
Under the leadership of the sage, Hades led the Seventh Company and smoothly killed their way through the alien army that surrounded the main city.
No, that's just what they think.
The closer they got to the main city, the more obvious the traces of rust became. The orange-yellow rust even replaced the blood river, crawling up the metal of the sages and aliens.
The people and aliens fighting here have lost their consciousness and are fighting each other in a daze, not knowing that the rust crawling under their feet is the real deadly thing. In the area with the thickest rust, a wound can allow the rust to climb on it and eagerly destroy a soul.
This is also the reason why Hades and his men were able to advance so smoothly. Both sides of this war were obviously confused.
Hades frowned and tried to use the Black Domain to explore the rust - sure enough, the rich breath of the Warp was attached to it.
[Beware, there are psychic creatures.]
Hades gave a reminder and at the same time further expanded the black area. They advanced carefully, and wherever the troops went, large patches of dim rust withered away, leaving only dry leaves.
He looked up and saw the outline of the main city blurred in the yellow sand, revealing an ominous atmosphere.
Mortarion frowned.
"The armor of the troops that were in contact with the enemy began to rust rapidly?"
“Is it quarantined?”
The pharmacist Leo sitting opposite Mortarion nodded and gave Mortarion an affirmative answer. The Primarch pondered, this sounds like some kind of disease, but why spread a disease that is not fatal to humans
In the picture sent by Leo, the isolation room was covered with a thick layer of rust. The spore-like rust even floated up, rising and falling in the air, growing tenaciously in the disinfectant prepared by the pharmacist.
And through fighting with the enemy, Mortarion could tell that this was not a disease deliberately spread by the aliens. In fact, those aliens were also deeply affected by it.
If it were a normal Mortarion, he would have handed the matter over to the pharmacists and technical sergeants, but he remembered the strange ship before and could not let his guard down at all.
"Garro, you are in charge of the fleet battle now. Remember, pay attention to the signals from Hades and his men on the Juster planet. Do not let the alien ships provide support to the planet."
These aliens still could not understand and imagine this kind of tactic of active sacrifice. Mortarion easily allowed Hades' fleet to break through, at the cost of a small number of light cruisers to confuse the enemy.
"Call the Zero Company over here, pharmacist Leo, and take me to check the situation."
The troops responded quickly, or rather, Hades taught the 0th Company well.
Led by the gravekeeper, with several tall mechas, a team of silent untouchables, and two strange oil men, there is no team more bizarre than this.
Ignoring the slightly fearful Untouchable mortals, Mortarion stared at the tall mecha in silence. A familiar yet strange feeling echoed from his soul, disgust, that's it.
[Lord Mortarion, we respond to your call.]
A strange female voice came, and Mortarion felt satisfied that there was infinite anger in the voice.
This one is a bit shorter, there is another one today. Wait for me to code, 嘤嘤嘤.
(End of this chapter)