Large tracts of farmland were burning, with flames flickering across the sky.
The straw crackled and exploded in the raging fire, and the burnt stench and rotten smell attacked the soldiers' souls, but they still moved forward steadily.
The salamanders will love the fire.
Vox thought as he walked through the farmland holding the Scaled Poison Fire flamethrower modified by the Death Guard. Yax was a typical agricultural planet, with more than 95% of the land planted with crops.
The remaining 5 percent is crowded living areas, fertilizer factories, and crop processing plants.
Vox didn't like it here, which was different from Barbarus.
In order to supply food to the entire star region, the sky of Yax has long been obscured by pollutants emitted by fertilizer factories. The sky and rivers are poisonous, and only genetically modified plants can survive on the fertile earth. For mortals, they are even slightly corrosive.
But from what he knew of the Warp, Vorx knew who would favor this land.
He marched silently in the flames, the flames singeing through his armor. From time to time, corpses with charred skin and large cracks were spit out from behind the advancing fire.
Smelly pus oozed from the wound.
Vox had no expression on his face, and the phosphorus flamer in his hand sprayed flames to ensure that every potential source of disease was eliminated.
According to the original plan, the Death Guard relied on the fire to force out the enemies hiding in the farmland one by one.
The buzzing swarms of flies fell one after another under the burning of the poisonous fire, the plague zombies that were staggering forward were bombed by warships before they showed their heads, and the Nurgle beasts dragging their long tails were baked to death before they could crawl out of the farmland.
From time to time, there were huge explosions in the burning farmland, pus splashed, and Walkers was sure that they were burning and frying some kind of creature.
The poisonous phosphorous fire moved forward, greedily devouring any life it came into contact with.
In order to prevent the enemy from developing resistance to the poison, after consultation between Garro, Vorcus and Malcador, the Death Guard selected three types of phosphorus bombs with different toxicities.
Different fuels are used in different areas, and the gray, light green and blood-red phosphorescent lights complement each other.
The only thing in common is that, with Makado's insistence, the subsequent smoke output of these phosphorus bombs is very large.
Smoke and dust were floating up in the air. The fire was so fierce that the smoke and dust looked like a thin veil. But Vox knew that as long as the fire was extinguished, the fog on the land would be difficult to dissipate all day.
Reports from other companies came in, and Vox turned on the communication channel.
"All Death Guard have arrived at the designated location."
In this operation, all fourteen companies of the Death Guard were dispatched, together with the warships that occupied air superiority, and the Cerberus vehicle company that followed slowly behind the soldiers. The sufficient forces brought about a crushing defeat.
Vox took a deep breath and stared ahead. In front of him, where the fire was gradually dying down, was a fertilizer plant surrounded by two irrigation canals and a sewage canal. Rivers flowed in from both ends and were then contaminated by the toxic water discharged from the fertilizer plant.
This is the largest fertilizer plant on the planet, as big as a small city. Following Malcador's instructions, the Death Guard surrounded it in equal proportions, using Dalian as units.
Weird... tactics.
This was definitely not a tactic that would be used according to normal tactics. It was more like a layout with some symbolic significance. As the temporary commander of the legion, Vox certainly knew what Malcador was going to do.
He felt his brain trembling. For a Death Guard who had been carefully taught by the Primarch to stay away from the Warp, everything that was about to happen might be too exciting.
… Mortarion was a sorcerer… a psyker, Vorx thought, which was partly why he'd tried to teach the Death Guard numerology and none of them had been accurate to even 5 percent, except for that crazy sage
Because - that's not science at all.
Vox's mood is very subtle.
When Malcador said they couldn't summon Mortarion on the Death Guard fleet because the Death Guard had too many anti-psychic devices on board.
The mood of Vox and Gala was extremely subtle.
His father, who had always hated psychics, turned out to be a psychic with extremely high psychic talent.
Then those words he used to curse the psychic... didn't that mean... he was cursing back at him
Vox interrupted this ridiculous thought in time. He stared intently at the factory in front of him. The fire went out and white mist rose. It was coming.
In the hazy, choking smoke, Vox saw the faint traces of Death Guard armor behind the remaining straw on the side of the river, the bone white and pale green looming.
I thought he would feel the same way from the other side.
"It's a pity you don't have a battle cry,"
Inside the cabin, Malcador said with regret that according to Mortarion's request, the Death Guards marched in silence and never shouted.
"Otherwise you can give him a shout."
The old man teased Karas, but for the Pale Lord, silence itself was part of his concept.
This is a summoning spell. The conditions have changed, but the process remains the same. As long as the opponent responds to them (or does not respond but the summoning spell's suction is strong enough), they can also summon a Tzeentch.
The next moment, Karas was engulfed by white light.
… When the blinding light faded, Karas found himself standing in an empty, huge factory. Tall high-temperature furnaces stood like a forest, and it was difficult to see their tops at a glance.
Malcador and the Grey Knights were gone, leaving only Karas.
Carastiphon took a deep breath.
"—Mortarion?!"
He let out a high-pitched cry, and the patterns on the mistletoe behind him began to extend as if alive, winding under his feet, guiding him on the right path.
Karas started running.
"Motarion?! Mortarion!"
Callas started coughing violently.
"Mortarion, answer me! Answer the Death Guard! You must wake up! Your situation is very dangerous - you must wake up!"
Still no response, Karas thought for a moment and continued shouting,
"grim Reaper!"
He shouted, "I know you're upset! I mean - it's not that depressing to realize you're a psyker! Look! I am a psyker!"
Mortarion is a psyker, or even some kind of warp being that far surpasses psykers. Calastyphon decided to put it at the top of the list of the worst jokes he has ever heard in his life. Unless there is a stronger competitor, such as Hades who is actually a psyker, it will always be at the top of the list.
He shouted, and Callas' voice gradually became smaller, but it was not because his voice was tired, but because he gradually entered another silent world.
After the silence in which all sounds disappeared, the white mist gradually rose, and Calastiphon saw those bone-white guys.
A smaller version of the Death Guard.
They stood on the iron frames of the factory, on the assembly lines that had long stopped, and hid in the corners of the machines, staring at him intently.
Karas was sure that at some point he felt a chill.
Each Death Guard has its own unique shoulder armor pattern, and except for the Lord of Death himself who can read them all, everyone else can only read part of them.
Karas was sure he saw patterns on the shoulder armor of several of the dead guys.
He subconsciously lightened his steps as if he realized something. Karas raised his head and looked at the tall steel furnace matrix.
At that moment, Karas felt his vital signs pause for a moment.
There was no sound. The guy sat on the highest steel furnace, and white mist flowed down. He didn't move, and didn't look at Karas. He just lowered his head and sat there, doing nothing.
It was not wearing armor, just a withered cloak like the god of death, a pale and dull color, with white frost climbing on it, outlining some kind of pattern - it was like the human eyes that some insects in nature had mimicked on their own.
But what shocked Karas the most was not only this, he stared at it, behind it -
Has a pair of folded wings.
The huge, bony wings of some insect, the same color as the cloak, looked like dead leaves fallen in late autumn, with tattered edges and the spines of the wings supported by white bones.
If it was the Karas of the past, Karas would have shouted "Hide" the moment he saw this thing, there is a psychic alien.
But now, Karas could only ask cautiously,
"Mortarion?"
There was no sound, and the existence ignored him.
It reminded Callas of moths, those that rested on the wall as if they had never left in their entire lives, still, motionless, unpredictable to humans.
So what should he do
Karas remembered Malcador's instructions, and he picked up the mistletoe with difficulty, which was a little too difficult for Fearless.
He raised the scythe,
"Hey! Death, look here!"
The next moment, that being turned his head away.
Not only did it turn its head, but it also rushed towards him like a real moth seeing a light source.
"Hey! Wait—don't come over here! Aaaaaaahhh!"
No more
(End of this chapter)