Amid the dull footsteps, giants in green armor ran along the rotten and wet streets, Tu'shan walked in front, and the fire dragons tried to keep up with the commander of the battle, but they were not going anywhere, but covering, making the final cover for the retreating refugees.
This is the only safe refuge, and the entire nest is almost covered with green mist.
Picture: Shan is not the first time he fights the believers of the God of Corruption, but every time he will let him witness the mad and decaying side of the Galaxy. When the virus bomb falls, 90% of the people die at the first time.
But later, the dead came back alive.
The waste disposal trough was the first to fall, and the dumped corpses blocked the system with their inexplicable vitality. The dead bodies crawled out of the corpse pit, shaking and twitching, overwhelming the isolated guard posts, adding the unfortunate souls they caught to their twitching and shaking parade.
When he personally ordered the fire to open, he saw the sea-like garbage and the twitching corpses. The unburned living dead staggered out of the flames, not caring about the flames and corruption spreading around him.
Then there is fog, and things in the fog.
Seeing the panicked crowd passing by, Tushan slowed down and reached out to an old lady. The old man looked at the towering warrior and murmured his prayers to the emperor.
"Sir, I can do it myself, and I don't need to waste your energy."
Picture'Shan nodded and moved his hand away, and the old man leaned all the weight on his crutch.
"The Emperor will protect us..."
"Yes, he will, so will we."
When he said this, Tu Shan was filled with powerlessness in his heart. So many people died, but he had no choice.
Someone also advised him to leave the nest before the poisonous gas spreads and go to a longer but safer underground military bunker, but Tu Shan refused, and he had an obligation to protect the people of the nest, even though they were only a few tens of thousands of people left.
The salamanders continued to move forward and soon passed through the huge explosion of open gates. Green mist could begin to spread, everything festered under its cover, and even maggots were squirming in the buildings.
The strange bells rang from time to time, spreading the dissonance of despair, coughing and moaning, the wailing of madman and the whimper of the decay, forming a betrayal and mockery of the mortal life.
"The Salamander's Picture" Shan--"
A heavily armored boot crunched into the steaming filth, and a group of warriors in dirty green armor slowly walked out of the mist.
"You are finally willing to show up. It's ridiculous to die for those mortals, but all living things in the world deserve to die. Only in this way can the Milky Way be reborn."
"Then why don't you destroy yourself first? Coward!"
Tu'Shan launched a charge at these Nurgur believers with a rage roar, smashing the stacked bodies and moldy armor with a warhammer. The twisted soul of the tall enemy bent and stretched out and shook under the attack. Then Tu'Shan raised his knee and pushed it towards the opponent's chest. The force of this blow knocked the Chaos Space Marine to the ground on its back.
At this time, the language was redundant, and the salamanders and the plague warriors broke out in the most intense and cruel close-range battles in the collision between the flames and the thick slurry.
After suffering a great loss, Mosavi Orscavila finally got up under the cover of his subordinates. When using the magic blade to parry Tu'shan's attack, rolling yellow paste surged from his body, his armor creaked, and his loose body was undulating like liquid.
He realized that he had underestimated the strength of the Salamander Commander, and the opponent's strange power once made him think he was fighting a knight mecha.
Suddenly, as he tried to slash the side of the salamander with a knife, Tushan suddenly came up with a head hammer that almost smashed his helmet, and then the hammer slashed his shoulder armor and knocked his weapon away, and he also flew over the dirt-filled ground.
Mosavi Orscavila let out a humiliating growl, and the viscous black paste rolled out from the cracks in her chest, twitching on the ground like a maggot.
Crazy in the direction of the map's serry.
Picture 'Shan intends to go up and bear the sad traitor, and as he lifts his feet, a curly residue sticks to the bottom of his boots, his face twitching and twisting.
Being fooled!
The alert figure of the serpent began to retreat, but some connective tissue squirmed and wrapped around his wrists, dragging him back towards the enemy, and the metal on the armor was also corroded and turned black.
"Ho-ho, ridiculous, ridiculous."
Mosavi Olscavila let out a heavy laugh, and he stood up, the black energy of witchcraft covered him - a secret that few people knew, he was actually a wizard lord.
"Suffer to die."
Picture 'Shan swept through the string of cartilage, and another string wrapped around his thighs, and another string wrapped around his waist, followed by his other wrist.
He snorted, realizing that he was trapped in place.
"I envy you."
Mosavi Orscavila came over with a knife.
"Really, you will soon realize the great truth about acceptance and inclusion, the truth I realized a hundred years ago."
Just as the other party approached, Tu Shan suddenly struggled with his arms.
"Volgan will last forever!"
Muddy plasma and black pus splattered everywhere, Mosavi Olscavila swung her knife forward, but it fell into nothing.
This is also a trap set by Tu'shan, and his heavy fist roared from the side, directly hitting the Plague Lord's armor burst.
It shook for a while and still stood up tenaciously. Tu Shan raised the hammer and headed straight for the other party's head. Several traitors had rushed up and shot at Tu Shan, forcing him to sideways to resist the explosive bomb.
At this time, several Fire Dragon Terminators came over and shot at the plague warriors who were sneaking into the air with the hot melt in their hands, killing several people in an instant. Then the two sides entered a fierce firefight.
"Salazar... won't... just end like that."
Although Mosavi Olscavila was not as strong as Tu Shan, his vitality was indeed tenacious enough and he stood up again.
But at this time Tu Shan's attention was no longer on him. With the tremor on the ground, his eyes passed over the plague Lord and looked at something behind him.
It was a demon engine called Soul Grinder, which was bound by a nermixing demon.
Its lower body is a rusty spider-shaped jointed metal body, the upper body's skin is thick and dark, and its abdomen is a bloated mountain of meat. Liquefied fat is flowing down the top of the mountain. The skin is pierced with evil signs of blasphemy, feeding fungi and viruses, coiling around his thick arm around the disease's tattoo. One of its bloated arm is fused with an unknown weapon, which can shoot a ball of dirty shells composed of disease-causing pus, and its body is even more huge - most soldiers can reach the height of their legs in front of it.
The entire demon engine is made up of rotten meat and metal, and its thighs are even nailed to the still alive humans. When the soul-grinder continues to move towards the salamander and makes sounds like a bell, the tortured "pendants" will be twisted and tragic.
Chapter completed!