In the roar of the hot melt gun and the suffocation of the hot melt gun, the huge chaos egg fell down. This time it did not rise again, and even struggled. Bahram stared at its only remaining eye, as if it was a human eye, and saw relief and relief.
In the gradually collapsed body, something seemed to be there. Bahram bent over and picked it up and found that it was a broken shoulder armor with a vague sign on it, as if an open mouth was swallowing a planet.
The twelve legions, the world-devouring one.
Bahram didn't know what he was called in the past or what had happened, but this tragic ending still made him feel a little sad.
"Uh!"
But on the battlefield, there was no time to give him sadness. When the bullet swept through his ears, Bahram immediately turned around and jumped into the cover, dragging Faluhan, who had been shot in the chest, back.
The attack of the Red Pirates continued, some tall terminators had appeared, and many heresies were lying on the battlefield, but many apologists and servants were also lying. The defenders had been forced to retreat hundreds of meters, and worse, Bahram had seen casualties.
Five new recruits have fallen, their life signals have dimmed, and several others are seriously injured and dragged away by the aircraft servant to the pharmacist.
Not only him, but there were nearly ten casualties in Arming's direction, and it was obvious that the pressure was even greater. Jacob in the rear had been ordered to draw a team to reinforce, but now the Red Pirates' offensive was like fire and invaded Star Fort from many directions. The rail transit station may also become the target of some fish that missed the net, so the defenders there could no longer be mobilization.
In other words, they may not have any reinforcements in the future, at most they will be some apology soldiers and fighter servants.
Bahram realized that this Red Pirates' attack was completely different from the last naval battle. The Red Pirates' determination this time was very firm, unlike the last time when they were timid because of risks and casualties.
This battle is probably not as easy as I thought.
When the battle entered a white-hot stage, it was not only the Red Pirates who launched an attack on the Blessing Barrier, but many foreign war gangs that participated in the battle were also sent by Huron to participate in this battle. The Black Heart King had already spoken, whoever controlled the Blessing Barrier would be the owner of this huge star castle!
For the necrotic lord who infects the apostles, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If a magnificent space fortress can become a plague bed, how much of the kindness of the fatherly blessings can it spread to the mortal world?
And what kind of gift will he himself receive?
Therefore, the Necrotic Lord also led him and his plague warriors to join the battle as soon as possible, and hoped to be the first to control this war fortress.
The goal is simple, but the process is very complicated. However, the first step has been completed, and their landing craft was very lucky to escape the crazy Imperial fighter jets.
The decayed seeds have sprinkled into the Star Fort, and the Apostles invaded from a maintenance airship mooring station in Area B. This independent building once had a pure and tidy corridor and clean cabin. Everything was so peaceful and peaceful, but now it was full of the buzzing sounds of plague flies and the terrifying wails of pain.
The Necrotic Lord hummed a sad tone while walking, engraved the symbol of the father of the Plague on his rusty sickle blade, turning their decayed bodies into poisonous powers, and enhancing the torture of his supernatural power on the present world.
Then he turned around and observed the masterpieces of his brothers, which had almost been transformed into a temple of nervous, filled with bubbles of poisonous silt and yellowed bones. Some bodies in red robes hung from the vaulted ceiling, rolling and moaning, either experiencing the last painful torture of their lives, or the beautiful life was about to break out of their bodies.
"What a joy."
The Necrotic Lord nodded, and the corruption was going smoothly as planned. The servants of the Corpse Emperor did not notice this at all. They were wholeheartedly dealing with the brutal attacks of the Red Pirates and the chaos caused by these attacks.
By the time they discovered their doomsday, they would have been powerless to turn things around.
But this is not enough. They need to expand the infection, build more shrines of the Fathers, and be closer to the core of the Star Castle.
"Let's go."
The Necrotic Lord weighed the sickle in his hand, his voice like the clattering sound of a dying person.
The plague soldiers around them all clicked their heads wearing helmets, following their leaders like walking corpses. They had a total of 107 people, all veterans who had harmed the empire for many years.
There are not only plague warriors here. Many staggering living dead follow them, some of which are newly bred, and some are dumped from their landing craft. These are slightly different from traditional zombies, and they retain some consciousness and can even use simple weapons and guns. Some of them are "elites", wearing dirty cloaks, holding laser guns, and fighting for their fallen masters. (The plague pig of the dark tide is accompanying me)
Not long after I walked out, I heard a loud noise from a distance, which was the roar of a bomb gun, and each round of volleys sounded like a wail.
The whine of the mortal slave who was leading the way quickly subsided.
"The lackey of the corpse king."
A plague warrior in a pair of Terminator muttered and picked up the heavy bomb in his hand. All the bullets were soaked in dirt. After years of development, the Apostle War Gang also had its own Terminator team. They were all close friends of the Necrotic Lord, with a total of 17 people.
"Maybe,"
The Necrotic Lord let out a deep laugh.
"Come on, brothers, let's go and give these believers the corpse kings some generous gifts from the great Father Nurgo."
The apostles of infectiousness began to march in the spacious passageway, only the flashing light of the illumination ball illuminated their way forward, they did not hide their whereabouts, and this was not their style. They were used to letting the voices mixed with thick phlegm echo on the battlefield, letting the rumbling footsteps shake up dust, and let the enemy know that death is coming towards them, cruel and ruthless.
Let the enemy be despair.
Soon, they found the first corpses at the entrance of the main vestibule of the maintenance boat station. Their swollen and pus bodies were broken into pieces by bombs. A plague warrior leaned over in front of the pile of corpses and flipped their broken flesh with the insect-like forelimbs stretched out from his Terminator armor.
The Necrotic Lord raised his huge plague massacre knife and scanned the distance, which was full of symbols of mechanical teaching and huge auxiliary facilities. Several maintenance boats were parked in the open space, connecting some maintenance lines.
Although the front hall was full of corpses, it was strange and quiet, with only the slight moans and panting from outside.
Chapter completed!