The third storm bird walked down a group of warriors wearing gray-iron power armor and yellow-black stripes. The head was taller and thicker than most brothers. His broad face was covered with scars, and his drooping eyes were hidden under his prominent forehead, making him look very savage. His scalp was shaved smoothly, covered with crisscrossed cables and jagged scars. These appearance characteristics made him look very warlike, and this fits well with his simple and almost undecorated armor. The only decoration on it was chains and rivets. One of his bare arms could also see the flowing silver light, as if it was made of metal, with a tomahawk and a blaster hanging around his waist.
He is Hong Suo, who once served Huron and now becomes an Iron Warrior War blacksmith.
The fourth storm bird walked out of a group of warriors wearing black and green armor. They were surrounded by the breath of death and the sick melancholy. The three flies on the shoulder armor formed the symbol of the evil god Nurgur, but what they were very special about was that compared with the ordinary plague warriors, they did not have very significant variations on their bodies, and their armor was only slightly rusted, and they could even be called clean. If it weren't for their sign, it would be hard to believe that this was a Nurgur War Gang.
These Chaos Space Marines are called the Pure World Epidemic Army. They were originally the Purifiers' Chapter, but in the late M36 period, the Chapter's thoughts were polluted by a desperate belief. They believed that the Milky Way had already fallen hopelessly, and the only way to purity was death, and eventually led to the Chapter's throwing into the arms of the evil god Nurgur.
However, their unique philosophy has created their ideas that are different from the vast majority of Nurgle War Gangs. The Purgatory Army despised all forms of life, whether normal or pathological, and would slowly and systematically remove all traces of life with poison gas and other deadly weapons that do not distinguish between enemies and us in battle, which made them even often have fierce conflicts with other Nurgle War Gangs. Many plague priests of the 14th Legion even denounced them as "heretics", but this did not affect their professionalism in the fields of extinction and biological weapons.
The one who led this unique Nurgle War Gang was Mosavior Gonst, known as the "blessed Messenger".
The last one appeared was a group of golden and blue armor, Qianzi wearing towering venomous snake helmets and their red letters. The leader was a wizard wearing gorgeous armor and bright silver cloaks surrounded by light witch fire, Tsengqi's horn helmets, and many screaming faces were carved on his body. He hung a blue sword around his waist, and his backpack seemed to make a weird chuckle when he walked.
He is the "instigator" Sectos.
Sektos was originally a non-commissioned officer of the Thousand Sons Legion. When studying Aliman's red letter, he led his red letter soldiers to rebel against the legion without warning. After thousands of years of hard work, he absorbed other Thousand Son Wanderers, wizards and illegal psychics, formed his own war gang, and led the war gang to pursue a mysterious goal. During this period, he continued to gather psychics for this cause, and he himself was still obsessed with studying Aliman's red letter.
Without caring about the helpers and mercenaries, Huron walked straight to the giant balcony extending out of the apron. Above his head, the huge sun visor unfolded like a magnificent machine.
When he walked into the bloody sunshine, the huge nests stretched out in all directions, with many towers, factories and churches dotted in the middle. Rows of neat reinforced concrete transportation lines separate them, dividing this huge industrial nest into neat blocks. The mechanic monks were orderly and their stern thinking was clearly reflected here.
The huge power station is vaguely visible under the Cundu spire. Its twin generator sets are several kilometers apart on both sides, each with breathtaking huge pipeline systems, Gothic ventilation towers, capacitor shrines and wide armored side panels. Huron could even feel this energy was washing away from his body, and could also hear the continuous whimpering they made as they struggle to output energy.
The maintenance servant crawled like arachnids on a giant generator, working tirelessly to keep the overloaded machine running.
The entire city, from its pulsating industrial center to the dilapidated workers' settlements outside, was placed under the control of a huge tower.
The Governor's tower is surrounded by alloy walls and towering into the clouds. The wind-eroded stones and uneven tower surfaces are covered with lights of windows and defense facilities. Fortresses and missile launchers are spread all over it. There are five secondary spires around it, carrying Void Shield Generators, and an invisible barrier is maintained on the top of the Governor's tower.
In a sense, this is a fortress, and a terrible fortress.
Of course, even the greatest fortress is useless without the protection of the army.
Just like now, just a few killers make the Governor's Mansion without a leader, and just a few spacemares can also make the people inside escape. This is almost a reappearance of the current situation of the empire. The so-called terrifying behemoth is nothing more than a shaking house, relying on the last few pillars to make the final struggle.
He once thought he was one of them, but later he found that he was wrong. There were not only ruins, broken bricks and tiles in the house, and countless worms were biting the remaining pillars, and he was foolishly trying to completely push the house down and crush him to death.
So Huron woke up and he would not be such a fool again.
With complex thoughts in mind, he walked to the edge of the broken balcony and looked down below.
Thousands of meters below him, from one side of the "Imperial Square" a few kilometers wide, was filled with crowds of planetary inhabitants, thousands of planetary defense forces, slave workers of the corps, and lower-class believers, all staring below at their new masters and shouting at their sky with their desperate enthusiasm, the sound waves higher and higher, and even drowning Huron's superhuman senses.
He knew that more and more people surrounded the square from all directions, gathered in front of the factory windows, crowded with streets, hoping to see their savior.
Thinking of this, his face was full of satisfaction, and the broken bodies of several members of the ruler's family were hanging on the wall and staring at him helplessly.
The people here love him so much, because in the past he saved these people from the torture of aliens, his unremitting efforts to restore the industry and infrastructure here, and his most just laws and unlimited promotion here.
Even when the empire declared him a traitor, the people here still supported him.
Chapter completed!