Standard Terra Calendar 965.M41
Endymion Cluster, War 5, Slgard Galaxy, Shepherd 3, Aitra Nest
"Meet the enemy."
After calmly spitting out a sticky word, Mosavi Orscavila, the leader of the Purification Army, pulled the trigger of the explosive gun, and more than a dozen explosive bombs roared into the blurry green fog, and the screams immediately came.
Beside him were twelve burly warriors, wearing light green power armor with white borders, and on their right shoulder shield were coated with heralds of worship of the father Nurgre—three seemingly as if they were gathered together to talk.
In a moment, in response to the explosive bomb, the bullets of the laser gun whizzed by, but basically bounced away from the warrior's armor harmlessly.
Mosavi Olscavila felt like someone was rubbing against his helmet, but without pain, he fired more than a dozen bullets into the fog, each accompanied by a scream, and this time it was closer.
To his left was the heavy weapon hand in the team, accompanied by the roar of his automatic cannon, howling an untuned battle elegy.
Rows of soldiers wearing blue combat uniforms emerged from the fog like ghosts. They wore gas masks and looked like aliens—big black eyes and metal noses.
Mosavi Olscavila knows these tenacious mortals, Modian Iron Army.
Only this world-famous iron army can continue to fight under the baptism of virus bombs. However, they can't hold on for long, and the entire nest is only the last small area.
The soldiers who appeared moved very quickly, kneeling in the front row, standing straight in the second row, holding up laser guns to prepare for shooting, while the fallen soldiers were curled up on the floor.
The mist around was like green tentacles, detecting the living and stroking the dead.
A sergeant roared and launched a volley. The crimson rays swept the attacker's armor like hail, but they were ineffective.
Mosavi Orscavila calmly fired a bullet and watched the sergeant's head explode into flesh and bones.
Then other members of the war gang rushed into the Modian front.
For Mosavi Orscavila, who seemed to have completely frozen in the first second of the conflict, observed the upcoming scene of destruction—
Heavy weapon hummed a song in his mouth, undoubtedly following the Hell Choir that kept singing in his head, the death bullets spewed out of the automatic cannon floated in the air, his deputy Owenkai, wearing a distinctive helmet without even a gap in his eyes, flushing the enemy soldiers with a chainsaw sword, farther from him was Moreller, his head flipped back at an unnatural angle, a smooth muscle with mouth-toothed teeth began to emerge from his mouth, and a merciful pharmacist, the redness of the air accompanied by his chainsaw axe to cut off the opponent's limbs, the pharmacist always cried for his victims, because they could never understand the pleasure of serving the True God.
In the blink of an eye, the stillness in Mosavi Orscavila's mind melted, and the motionless warriors moved again, corpses piled up at their feet, and the waving chainsaw blades made a blur, and Morell's terrible tongue whipped among the soldiers, cutting the flesh. Although the number was at a disadvantage, the Chaos Space Marines carved bloody fragments in the Imperial guard's front, and their powerful power armor easily resisted the other's bayonets. The soldiers tried to subdue the attackers with the sea of ​​manpower tactics, but the result was as futile as the sea hit the tide wall.
A political commissar wearing a gas mask rushed into the battle, raised the power sword, and loudly scolded the soldiers for fighting to the end.
Mosavi Orscavila ignored the laser gun that was shot at him, laughed smugly, pulled out his rusty machete, rushed through the soldiers, and attacked the officers one after another.
Suddenly, a bayonet stabbed Mosavior Olscavila. The leader of the war gang raised his hand and blew the head of the bayonet. More bayonets stabbed him in power armor, but they had no effect.
In the end, he did not catch it. He led the remaining soldiers to escape, and Mosavi Orscavila was too lazy to chase after him.
Only one soldier stood alone, holding his broken arm, Mosavi Orscavila walked up to him and stretched out her left hand to gently scrape the leather on the soldier's mask. The gas mask was cut in half, revealing a pale face.
"Where is the leader of the Salamander hiding now?"
The young soldier's eyes were dazed. He took a deep breath and began to shrink. Then his mouth was wide open and his throat rumbling. Mosavi Orscavila watched the dark green fresh fungus emerge from the soldier's mouth, making his neck bulge.
Soon, the soldier knelt down, and tiny mushrooms grew from his nostrils. Then, in a moan of being strangled, he fell sideways, his eyes stagnant.
Within seconds, the body was wrapped in fungi and fixed to the ground.
Mosavi Orscavila took a deep breath, and the spore-filled air tasted bitter, as if mocking the fragility of the unbeliever.
The sound of fighting gradually disappeared. The area where a row of soldiers who were determined to stand was now lying with piles of broken corpses. The fog's microspores have been planted in the flesh of blood-stained wounds, and green buds have grown.
Morel was deforming. His eel-like appendage spitted out a large mouthful of half-digested meat, and then retracted back into his swelling mouth. Mosavi Orscavila didn't quite understand whether Morel was an enchanted warrior now. Due to his outstanding courage, Morel was blessed by the gods, so that he could burst out these mutations from his body under threat. Although his comrades watched such changes in awe, Mosavi Orscavila did not share their admiration. He still remembered that the non-commissioned officers who had been consumed by these gifts, who had once been able to inspire the morale of the company with his easy-going attitude and wit, had disappeared for a long time.
"It seems like Huron has sent a new team of killers."
Mosavi Olscavila's deputy muttered this, causing his stomach to tumble.
He admitted that he had taken a little longer than expected, but Huron had no patience at all? It was a great shame to take his prey from a Chaos Space Marine, and even a father's follower would not tolerate such things.
Or at this ending stage, the salamander has been blocked by them and has nowhere to go. What is the difference between this and picking peaches?
Then he raised a hand.
"Release the soul grinder and kill all living beings, even those sent by Huron! I will never allow anyone to rob my merits!"
At this moment, a swollen body carrying heavy instruments dragged to his side, and a few words rolled out from his throat covered with mucus.
"Master...The Empire Fleet is coming...The Red Pirates' fleet cannot resist...must-"
Chapter completed!