“There is an ambush.”
The Necrotic Lord murmured to himself that he might not care about conspiracy, but he was not a fool, and there was a trap everywhere.
More than once, there have been enemies who want to ambush the warriors of the Patriarchy, but they will be horrified to find that no matter how much fire they put on these former Death Guardians, their armor and corrupt bodies are completely damaged.
However, he knew that the defenders in Star Fort would not be too weak. At least four imperial battle groups were known to appear on the battlefield, and none of them were easy.
So he ordered all the living dead and servants to attack.
Soon, a large number of corrupt slaves staggered into the hall, with a low howling from their throats, and their dim eyes were without any trace of their souls.
After the slaves poured in, the plague warriors followed, flies buzzing around their huge bodies, and choking smoke overflowed from their backpacks behind them.
They walked into the vestibule, bomb guns and weapons were ready to go, waiting for the enemy in the dark to launch a raid.
Suddenly, a huge sound came from above, which was the sound of the chain breaking.
Then a dozen giants fell from the sky and landed in the surging tide of living dead people.
They are as huge as Terminator, but unlike the Death Guard's rusty armor with nausea pus, they have pure and shiny shell armor. The sign of the Mechanics is imprinted in the most conspicuous position, and the round head is flashing with the cold light of the sensor.
That was a Domita-type intelligent control maneuver from the Mechanical Society.
These huge human-shaped machinery had been hanging from the high ceiling by steel cables. Once they landed on the ground, they opened fire together. The Yanya missile roared past and crashed into the crowd of dead people.
The missile combines the characteristics of fatal fragments and large-equivalent charges. The special sharp blade fragments are evenly arranged on the special high-energy explosives. These are all centered around an unstable combustion agent. This unstable combustion agent will burn violently as soon as it sees the air, ignite everything around it. Therefore, when this missile explodes, the violent explosives explode, the fatal fragments, and the ignition of all burning objects will make it impossible for all life within its range to survive. It is an extremely efficient infantry harvester.
Almost in an instant, the continuous explosions cleared a large area of ​​plague slaves.
Not only mortal servants, but even through layers of thick flesh and blood and essence, the necrotic lord can feel a painfully high fever.
"Look, he is a servant of the hypocritical mechanical god."
He roared, lifting the blaster that had been used since the Legion era to fight back with a volley.
"Brothers, destroy these lifeless shells!"
Only a conscious life is worthy of enjoying the kindness of a kind father. For the necrotic lord, these soulless machinery are not even as good as the lowest zombies, so they should not exist in the world.
In an instant, the front hall was in chaos, and the bombs kept roaring and the screams of the Yanya missile intersected.
The Necrotic Lord pressed forward, and the stinky smoke oozed out from the front of his sickle, and then met a Domita-type intelligent control maneuver on a narrow road.
The silent combat robot waved his arms with amazing agility, while his legs retreated at extremely fast speed, and the gravity hammer of the right arm hit the plague lord's chest and broke a crack.
The Necrotic Lord immediately turned his heel after being hit, swung the plague sickle with a terrifying force, hitting the battle robot's chest.
The armor shattered in response to the sound, and the silent machinery stumbled backwards, sparks spilled out of the steel break.
At the same time, when other plague warriors discovered that the explosive bomb had little effect, they began to sprinkle acid corrosion liquid, which immediately caused the flawless armor of the combat robot to corrode and pus. Even the emblems of the Mechanism were covered with a layer of rust and filth.
The corrosive venom then penetrated into the joints and gaps of the armor, causing the lines to break and the air was filled with creaking sounds.
However, the combat robots did not know what death or corrosion were. The gravity hammers on their arms were still colliding, releasing a powerful gravity pulse wave. Several plague warriors could not dodge and were directly squeezed into a mixture of metal and rotten meat. They stuck to the cracked floor and could not even bend out.
The Necrotic Lord roared in frustration and disgust, these hateful creatures were insults to Nurgle glory, and could not accept the stupid puppets given by the God of Plague, who would crush them into powder.
Suddenly, a blue flame swept across the battlefield and hit a Terminator's chest with huge force.
"Um?"
The Necrotic Lord was shocked to find that the warrior who had experienced a long battle took a few steps back, his body as if he was hit by a comet, and his entire chest was almost sunken and burned through. After shaking a few times, he knelt on one knee. A large number of internal organs rolled out from the crack in front of his chest, and there were many white maggots in it.
Even by the standards of plague fighters, such damage is fatal.
Only then did he notice that the cabin doors of the "abandoned" maintenance boats were all opened, and warriors in blue armor stood inside, headed by Terminator Tetus, and beside him was the flag bearer of the Ranger's warrior.
Almost at the same time, several side doors opened at the same time, and many figures strode towards the battlefield. They were all rangers and soldiers holding explosive guns, plasma guns and heavy muskets, including two think tanks, both holding glowing scepters in one hand, and slightly silver flames spitting out at the top.
The escorts in red robes were also among them. Under the command of the wise rulers and the priests of the army, they quickly built fire lines one by one.
"Herefies!"
Tetus's voice almost overwhelmed the roar of the blaster and the arc gun.
"Your corrupt body and soul will end here!"
The Necrotic Lord burst into laughter, and even the Nurgrey spirit surrounding his feet made a dull, sticky and harsh laugh.
The dead living dead and servants began to melt and gather, and from the surging corpse fluid, deformed outlines began to emerge. The necrotic lord carried these weak things not just to attract bullets, but to invite reinforcements from Nurgle Garden.
"Is this the only skill, the corpse worshiper?"
The Necrotic Lord looked at the rangers who jumped out of the maintenance boat, raised his fingers and shook them.
"If this is the little trap you have prepared, that's not enough. You will be a good sacrifice. I will plant the seven plagues of the kind father into your lowly flesh and blood, and watch you reborn according to the will of the kind father."
As the rangers had already greeted the believers and slaves of the God of Plague with intensive shooting, Tetus raised the power sword in his hand and strided towards the other side.
"Heavenly cowards, regret your past in the dark."
The Necrotic Lord laughed loudly, surrounded by the poisonous gas of bacon, strode forward and ignored the guns and bullets beside him, wielding his sickle to face the opponent's long sword.
As the lightning bursts, two weapons locked together—
Chapter completed!