"Let us take action and give the blessing of the father to these ordinary people who have been fooled by the Corpse King." Gullo said, striding forward. The other plague warriors made way for their lords to pass.
The plague warriors' armor was seeping with foul-smelling liquid, and was bulged out by their bloated bodies. It was also covered with a layer of large green flies, emitting a disgusting stench and pale green mist from the inside out.
"Let us bring the grace of a loving father to those fools." Gullo's deputy also spoke. His voice sounded like a rotten throat, but he was able to speak.
It followed closely behind Gurlo, walking towards the battlefield with a flesh-and-blood power hammer in hand, the distillation equipment and experimental plague grenades on its body clanking.
It is worth introducing that Gurlo's deputy is a plague alchemist who can create terrible plagues by mixing different germs and viruses. He can easily poison the entire empire and even spread to other worlds, bringing countless pain and death.
Plague Alchemists are a far greater threat than any other Plague Marine, poisoning any Imperial world they come into contact with, or even performing sacrificial rituals to sacrifice Imperial worlds to become Nurgle's gardens.
“Praise the Father.”
"Gifts, bring them gifts."
"Father's love."
"Destroy the Corpse King."
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The other Plague Warriors also wielded rusty grenade launchers, swords, hammers, and plague guns with rotten nozzles, cheered, and followed Gurlo, preparing to launch the final wave of attacks.
Gurlo, who was walking in the front, raised the huge plague axe in his hand and let out a hoarse, terrifying war cry, "We are the sons of Mortarion, we are the embodiment of plague and death."
The other Plague Warriors echoed the same battle cry, and the sound of artillery fire rang out. The demon engines and traitor-operated artillery once again bombarded the fortress.
Plague shells flew towards the fortress's flickering shield, on which malicious fire petals bloomed. A large amount of plague poisonous clouds dispersed with the explosion, but were blocked outside by the shield.
The fortress's shield flickered, and it was obvious that it had reached its limit.
With the continuous bombardment, the shield generator has reached the edge of overload. After a few more rounds of shelling, the fortress will lose the protection of the shield.
Without a shield, the fortress would become a fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered at will.
"Release the Father's Gift," Gurlo ordered.
Soon, a large number of plague zombies were driven over from afar.
They were once living people, residents and defenders of the planet, but now they have become puppets and playthings of Nurgle.
Many zombies were still wearing the clothes of the planet's defenders, with weapons and equipment hanging on their bodies.
They only retain simple instincts and cannot use weapons.
Gullo doesn't need them to use weapons. The plague zombies mainly rely on the plague they carry to kill the enemy.
These creatures stared ahead with lifeless eyes, walking forward aimlessly, with green slime dripping from their bared faces.
The stench of decay from rotting flesh and wriggling tentacles was overwhelming, and the whimpering sounds of the dead echoed in the air.
Driven by the plague warriors, the plague zombies numbly walked towards the fortress, acting as expendable cannon fodder.
Tens of thousands of undead swarmed through the ruins, stumbling towards the Imperial fortress's firepower line.
The Plague Warriors followed closely behind, driving the zombies away like shepherds.
Behind them, demon engines such as Plague Blasters and others used for long-range bombardment were still maintaining uninterrupted bombardment, making the fortress's void shield flicker more and more.
As the enemy entered the optimal attack distance, the defenders' firepower became active, with heavy laser cannons and cannons roaring, harvesting row after row of plague-ridden mutants.
Amid the roar of artillery fire, countless zombies were blown away, exploded into balls of rotten flesh, and scattered everywhere.
The huge flamethrower released streams of fire, burning the plague flies that tried to get close to the defense line into charcoal.
Laser beams shot out from the bunker and hit the plague zombies, making them sizzle and turn into charred corpses falling to the ground.
The defenders shouted the emperor's slogans, killing and wounding the enemy as much as possible while saving ammunition, trying to repel the enemy once again.
The Plague Marines retaliated in the same way, their bolters accurately locking onto the heavy units and main firepower points of the Imperial defenders, and they kept pulling the triggers.
The explosive bombs easily blew up the bodies of ordinary soldiers, destroyed heavy units, and eliminated important firepower points of the imperial defenders, allowing them to continue driving the plague zombies forward.
Daemon engines like the Plaguebearer were also advancing, releasing terrible plague shells and poisons to corrode the human defenders and suppress their firepower.
The Imperial defenders tried their best, even resorting to tying melta bombs to human bodies in an attempt to stop the enemy's attack.
But no matter how hard they tried, facing the fierce attack of the plague warriors, they still retreated step by step, lost positions one after another, and their defense line was constantly compressed.
The Plague Warriors mobilized their Dreadnoughts and Demon Engines. The terrifying firepower of these behemoths made it even more difficult for the defenders with insufficient firepower to cope with the situation.
During several defensive battles, they lost a large number of artillery and tanks, and they were trapped in the fortress and had almost no heavy firepower.
"Merciful Emperor, we are really finished this time." Jie'an held a telescope and looked at those terrifying, flesh-and-blooded dreadnought mechas walking out of the pale green mist, following closely behind the plague zombies. He knew that without a miracle, the fall of the fortress was a matter of time.
Plague Warriors also have dreadnoughts, and they are all models from ten thousand years ago, with better performance. They are also blessed by the Chaos God, and their combat power is even more terrifying than the Empire's dreadnoughts.
Those dreadnought mechas walked past a burning Chimera troop carrier. In front of their huge bodies, the Chimera troop carrier seemed a little insignificant.
On one of Fearless's hands hung a huge cannon, outputting fire madly, and the other hand was a hand covered with barbs. There was also a big mouth on Fearless's chest where the remains of the Plague Warrior were stored, and a group of eyes were blinking near the big mouth, which was very creepy.
Jie'an had seen these fearless warriors take action several times. When facing the empire, they were completely crushed and the defenders could not stop them at all.
He had personally witnessed those fearless warriors easily destroying a super-heavy firepower tank - the Poison Blade. The firepower output was truly terrifying.
"There's not even a knight, what's the point of fighting? Find a small team to be the suicide squad and see if we can get closer and blow it up with a melta bomb." Jie'an tried to struggle to see if he could exchange human lives for the dreadnought.
Soon, a squad ran out, and the other troops used firepower to clear the way, and they rushed forward with melta bombs tied to them.
The tactics are simple. Just get close to the bomb to detonate it. Even if you die, you can ask other teammates to detonate it remotely. Just deliver it to them.
Unfortunately, although courage is a very precious and rare thing, it cannot change anything, especially on the battlefield, and it is even more impossible to reverse the situation.
"What a pity, we failed." Seeing the last soldier of the Suicide Squad shouting the Emperor's slogan but being shattered by the fearless long-range firepower, Jie An smiled. He has lived for more than 30 years, and today is his turn to be summoned by the Emperor.
"It's these civilians." Jie'an turned his head and looked into the depths of the fortress with a hint of sadness in his eyes. He knew very well what the consequences would be if the last line of defense was lost.
Chaos never shows any mercy.
Jie'an raised his head and saw the shield flickering, as if it would break in the next second. Through the shield, his prosthetic eye could see that the gray green plague gas had covered the entire sky. The planet had fallen and their resistance was useless.
They had tried their best, but the outcome was already determined.
Facing an invincible enemy, they had no chance of winning, and in the end all they could do was shout the Emperor's slogans and rush to their deaths.
Suppressing the sadness in his heart, Jie An drew out his command knife and laser pistol, and turned on the military communicator. "I am very happy to fight with you, my colleagues. May we all be with the Emperor, and may your souls 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 be able to make us surrender."
As Jie'an finished speaking, the shield, which could not bear the heavy burden, flickered a few times and then disappeared completely.
The plague bomb fell in the fortress, causing explosions and plague fog. Screams and cries were heard from the fortress.
The desperate voices of the civilians echoed throughout the fortress.
Everyone knew that their final moment had come.
The Plague Zombies and Plague Warriors broke through the defenders' firepower line and started a frenzied massacre in the last position.
The defenders also tried to use hand-to-hand combat to hold the last line and maintain the last dignity of mankind.