Chapter 1913 The Second Naval Battle of Angstrom (9)
"There is an ambush."
The Necrotic Lord whispered to himself that he might not care about conspiracies, but he was not a fool. There was a trap atmosphere everywhere.
On more than one occasion, enemies have attempted to ambush the Plaguefather's warriors, only to discover to their horror that no matter how much firepower they unleashed on these former Death Guard warriors, their armor and corrupted flesh remained unscathed.
However, he knew that the defenders in the Star Fortress would not be too weak. It was known that at least four imperial battle groups might appear on the battlefield, and none of them would be easy to fight.
So he ordered all the living dead and servants to attack.
Soon, a large number of corrupt slaves staggered into the hall, low howls emanating from their throats, and their dim eyes showed no trace of souls.
After the slaves poured in, the Plague Marines followed, flies buzzing around their huge figures, and choking smoke spilled from the backpacks on their backs.
They walked into the front hall, bolters and weapons ready to go, waiting for the enemy in the darkness to launch a surprise attack.
Suddenly, a huge sound came from above, which was the sound of chains breaking.
Then a dozen behemoths fell from the sky and fell into the surging tide of the living dead.
They are as huge as Terminators, but unlike the Death Guard's rusty armor oozing with disgusting pus, they have pure and shiny shell armor, with the Mechanicum's logo imprinted in the most conspicuous position, and the round head flashes
The cold light of the sensor.
It was a dome-type intelligent robot from the Adeptus Mechanicus.
These huge humanoid machines had been suspended from the high ceiling by steel cables. As soon as they landed, they opened fire in unison, and Flame Fang missiles roared past and crashed into the swarming crowd of living dead.
The missile combines the characteristics of lethal fragments and large-yield charges. Specially-made sharp fragments are evenly arranged on special high-energy explosives, and these are all centered around an unstable incendiary agent as the core. This unstable incendiary agent
As long as it sees air, it will burn violently, igniting everything around it. Therefore, when this missile explodes, the violent explosion of explosives, deadly fragments, and igniting incendiary materials will make all life within its range insurgent.
Possible to survive, it is an extremely efficient infantry harvester.
Almost in an instant, continuous explosions cleared out a large area of plague slaves.
Not only the mortal servants, but also the necrotic lord could feel the painful heat even through the layers of thick flesh and porcelain.
"Look, they are the servants of the false mechanical god."
He roared, raising his bolter that had been in use since the days of the Legion and firing back with a volley.
"Brothers, destroy these lifeless shells!"
Only sentient beings deserve to enjoy the blessings of a loving father. For the Necrotic Lord, these soulless machines are worse than even the lowest walking corpses, and they should not exist in the world.
In an instant, the front hall was in chaos, with the constant roar of explosive bombs and the scream of Yanfang missiles intermingling.
The Necrotic Lord pressed forward, foul-smelling smoke seeping out from the front of his scythe, and then he met a Dom Tower-type intelligent control robot on the narrow road.
The silent battle robot waved its arms with astonishing agility, while its legs retreated at an extremely fast speed. The gravity hammer of its right arm hit the Plague Lord's chest, causing a crack.
After receiving this blow, the Necrotic Lord immediately turned around, swung the plague scythe with terrifying force, and hit the battle robot in the chest.
The armor shattered in response, the silent machine stumbled backwards, and sparks spilled from the cracks in the steel.
At the same time, other Plague Marines discovered that the explosive bombs were ineffective and began to splash acidic corrosive liquid. The flawless armor of the battle robot immediately began to rot and fester, and even the Mechanicus' emblem was covered with a layer of rust and filth.
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Then the corrosive venom seeped into the joints and gaps of the armor, causing the lines to break and the air to be filled with crunching sounds.
However, the combat robots did not know what death or corrosion was. The gravity hammers on their arms were still colliding, releasing powerful gravity pulse waves. Several plague warriors were unable to dodge and were directly squeezed into a mixture of metal and rotten flesh. It was wet.
It stuck to the cracked floor and couldn't be buckled.
The Necrolord roared in frustration and disgust. These hateful creations were an insult to Nurgle's glory. They were stupid puppets who could not accept the gifts of the Plague God. He would grind them to dust.
Suddenly, a blue flame swept across the battlefield and hit a Terminator in the chest with great force.
"Um?"
The Necrotic Lord was shocked to find that the warrior who had experienced thousands of years of war took a few steps back. His body felt as if he had been hit by a comet. His entire chest was almost dented and burned through. After shaking a few times, he knelt down on one knee. A large number of internal organs fell from his body.
The hole in his chest rolled out, splattering all over the floor, and there were many white maggots crawling through it.
Even by Plague Marine standards, such damage is considered fatal.
Only then did he notice that the hatches of the "abandoned" maintenance boats were all open, and there were warriors in blue armor standing inside. The leader was Titus in Terminator, and beside him were
The standard bearer of the Ranger Warriors.
Almost at the same time, several side doors opened at the same time, and many figures strode towards the battlefield. They were all ranger warriors armed with bolters, plasma guns and heavy flamethrowers. Among them were two think tanks, both of whom were holding weapons with one hand.
A glowing scepter with a slightly silvery flame spitting out from the top.
The skitarii in red robes were also among them. Under the command of the ruling sage and the accompanying priest, they quickly established lines of fire.
"Heretics!"
Titus' voice nearly drowned out the roar of bolters and arc guns.
"Your corrupted bodies and souls will end here!"
The Necrotic Lord laughed, and even the Nurglings surrounding him let out a dull, clammy laugh.
The corpses of the dead living dead and servants began to melt and aggregate. From the surging corpse fluid, deformed outlines began to emerge one by one. The necrotic lord did not carry these weak things just to attract bullets.
It was also to invite reinforcements from Nurgle Garden.
"Is that all you have, a corpse worshiper?"
The Necrotic Lord looked at the ranger warriors who jumped out of the maintenance boat, raised his finger and shook it.
"If this is the little trap you prepared, it won't be enough. You will be a good sacrifice. I will plant the seven plagues of the loving father into your humble flesh and blood, and watch you regain life according to the wishes of the loving father.
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When the ranger warriors had greeted the followers and servants of the Plague God with intensive shooting, Titus raised the power sword in his hand and strode towards them.
"Heretics and cowards, regret your past in the darkness."
The Necrotic Lord laughed loudly, surrounded by the poisonous gas of bacon, and strode forward, ignoring the hail of bullets around him, and waved his sickle to face the opponent's sword.
In the flash of lightning, the two weapons were locked together——