Chapter 434 The Stalemate Is Broken by Fire
Chapter 434 The stalemate is broken by fire-
"This world, which is the most ruthless to life, will be honored to receive the beautiful life given by the loving father. It will live forever and prosper."
--Audio recording of the nameless servoskull, collected after the Medusa Defense War, believed to be from the pre-war speech of the first captain of the Death Guard, Traveler Typhons.
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"The ground enemy is building their temporary fortress position, and the subspace energy shield below is expected to be generated in less than a minute."
Thanks to the repairs it received on the way back by three rare repairers with perfect repair skills-especially one who likes to go to the uninhabited lower deck to repair things, the pilots of the Lakuan Conquest Hall were surprised to find that the flying fortress they had lived in for many years actually showed more optional functions, more powerful calculation capabilities and sensor accuracy on the panel than before it set off.
"This is what it was designed to look like. A true war engine with many auxiliary uses for the warriors." The trembling request of the technical officers for these changes was answered by the Primarch. People were surprised to find that the machine spirit automatically planned the real-time battlefield terrain and changes in the military forces of both sides through powerful calculations, which were originally quite vague and required a lot of manual interpretation.
"Report on the landing of the airdrop capsule."
The data returned later showed that the situation was slightly better than they expected.
Most of the airdrop capsules arrived at the designated location smoothly - perhaps it was because the Nurgle army was very confident in its ability and efficiency to spread the plague, and was not so concerned about its own buttocks - because everything became peaceful and silent.
"Malkan, order your technical sergeants to help monitor the communication frequency of the Medusa garrison and be ready to take over their command system at any time."
This order was so concise and incredible.
If it was issued by anyone in this era, it would be an insulting notice of rude, unreasonable and complete declaration of war against the entire Iron Hands and its sub-groups.
But it came from the silver giant sitting on the mechanical throne, so it was an order that only needed to be assigned and executed, and the Iron Father and the technical soldiers began to execute it in an orderly manner while silently chanting the holy name.
The communication data from the Lakuan Conquest Hall was like a sword falling from the sky, forcefully peeling off the security protocol data protection layer of the Antarctic Fortress and the Gorgon Forge. Their machine spirits screamed and had to open their own protocol channels to this invader far behind the Iron Moon.
"Do you want to disclose your identity and security code immediately? This will help us advance faster and greatly save the time of cracking, my lord."
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It has been ten thousand years, and the identity code you left in the home world is still retained in a usable state. I don’t think anyone dares to say that the Iron Ten lack emotions.
A phoenix in a sarcophagus commented like this.
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Maybe they just... really need a leader who can change their lives and the world.
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This is so emotional that it doesn’t seem like you can say it, Mr. Chirp, I am very relieved.
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Thank you, my friend. I believe your venomous tongue has played a big role in my learning how to treat others.
At the same time, the Iron Hand officers on the bridge saw their gene father shaking his head.
"It's not time yet. We need a better time. Continue to crack violently."
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Kadan Sturnus is undoubtedly an experienced and outstanding leader. He immediately noticed this unusual invasion signal. While ordering to stop the rebellious behavior of the Lakuan clan, he also immediately asked for assistance from the allies of the Voice of Mars.
"I'm sorry to let you see the shameful scene within our war group, but at this moment of life and death, I will not choose to put my face above other matters."
Of course, the believers of the God of All Machines who were waiting for the Iron Council to judge the Lakuan and Hammonk clans agreed to this, but...
The chief of the three Voices of Mars present, the Command Commander, the Casting General of the Sennos World (Note 1), and Nico Parpus solemnly announced the declaration that the Mechanicus would soon enter the battlefield.
Even the Chief Mars Voice had to admit that their Sennos Forge World on the outskirts of the galaxy had also been invaded by a supernatural plague. The warp plague juice packets ejected from the depths of the Terminus's cannons filled with filth seemed to be able to violate the laws of physics and cross the cold and empty vacuum to reach the surface of the planet to cause initial infection.
But what he did not tell Cardan Stunus was that the report he had just received contained some strange Nurglings and mysterious strange viruses that he had seen for the first time. They seemed to be causing guns and vehicles to age and rust, databases to crash, and servers to malfunction, as if they had been running for dozens of centuries instead of being maintained every day. This strange enemy made the Skitarii, who had always had an advantage in dealing with Nurgle's creations, very passive.
Of course, Sennos actually existed as a forge world that served as a Mechanicus experimental base on more levels, so Forge General Parpus was not that worried.
"The forge of the Imperial Titan is being warmed up. The new crew of the Holy Spirit is in place." The Voice of Mars announced in his hymn-like mechanical and cold binary language, "The Supreme Creation of the Ohm Messiah will lead Its Praetorians and Skitarii defend the core forges of Sennos, and I promise you, Kadan Stunus, that we will come forth as soon as we have dealt with the mange of those on Sennos. Come support Medusa."
"Thank you for your words, Forge General. The sacred blessing of Ohm Messiah will provide our warriors with more courage and perseverance. Now can you please consecrate our warriors and vehicles. This is not possible in the Hammonk clan. To be fully trusted, we want to ensure the purity and trustworthiness of other Dreadnoughts and Vehicles.”
The data intrusion into the mother planet in the Hall of Conquest of Rakuan is unprecedentedly fast. Except for the Chief Foundry General and the three Iron Fathers accused of being rebellious, the remaining thirty-eight Iron Fathers of the Iron Council are here. In their On the huge mechanical seat, data cables connect the modified brains of all members to calculate battlefield situation and command while fighting against intrusions from internal members.
The scene was strangely silent, with only the heads of the huge black figures wearing armor sitting in the shadows, dotted eyepieces or bionic eyes shining with scarlet light.
In fact, they are conducting countless meetings, calculations and strategic planning at the same time in their thinking. Tens of thousands of proposals and plans are put forward within a few seconds, and each proposal is not an idea, but a detailed, calculated and incidental process. results and may be related to each other.
Now, the scarlet light spots were shining at a higher frequency - everyone began to feel that something was wrong, and this came from two aspects.
The overly kind and ruthless cracking methods of Lakuan's hacker data flow and the strange plague infection of the First Company of the Death Guard and its coalition forces.
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Although the Plague Marines were fighting away from home, they actually did not lose at all in the face of the Iron Hands' powerful firepower and offensive.
Unlike his Primarch, who always loved to remake every world into the image of Barbarus, and was content to dwell on his own plague planet, dedicating himself to torturing his adoptive father and becoming like him.
His Primarch was always too stubborn and emotional. His thoughts always stayed in the past, always hoping that the pain he had suffered could be healed, but he did not fully understand that the Father God spread the pain equally to everyone. the greatness of a soul and joyfully spreading the glory of rebirth to every creature in the universe.
Mortarion could stubbornly and repeatedly reject his Chaos gifts with the stubbornness of a willful child, which was annoying and enviable, but Typhons was different.
He was active, bringing the Death Guard to serve the Holy God of Rebirth, and allowing Mortarion to put aside his ridiculous stubbornness and accept his fate.
So unlike his sentimental genetic father and brother, Typhons clearly understands the purpose of his coming here. Three is a suitable number, indicating three sacred tasks: to delay the Iron Hand's actions, in Medusa Sowing the seeds of fatherly love in this barren land would be even better if there was an unexpected harvest of ancient technology.
The assault troops belonging to the Terminus marched forward against the barrage of fire from the Iron Hands, and at the same time began to spread the tragic hymn of the Grandfather God full of despair and pity for the new converts to the dark planet under the purple sun.
The barrage of the Medusa armor cluster was so dense that if it were any other opponent, it would have been turned into a mud mixed with shrapnel and flesh and blood on the ground. But the tenacity of the Death Guard and the protection of the plague mist in the sky allowed them to finally come into close combat with the Empire's lackeys at their own slow speed.
The front line of the battle line is composed of Death Guards with ten thousand years of experience, many of whom have received so many blessings from Nurgle and possess the skills of ten thousand years of training and fighting.
The bolts and rays passed through the fog and swarms of flies that weakened them, and still accurately penetrated the weak shell of the decaying power armor, hitting the juicy and cancerous flesh and blood organs of the Death Guard soldiers that carried many diseases. But none of them can truly harm Mortarion's children, who are now riddled with plague.
The first company commander who was commanding from the center made a smiling expression under his horn with an appreciative viciousness. His lips seemed to be stuck to the inside of the helmet and tore, leaking out more liquid, which made him The Destruction Bees that burrowed inside the body came to feast on it.
As he calmed the lovable Destroyer Swarm, he watched as his men's battle lines of decayed ceramite and neoplastic tissue sustained damage that would bring down any Loyalist Space Marine. He saw the death guard plague lords whose intestines were hanging out from his burst plastron, and huge holes were burned out. Then he raised the death scythe in his hand high and waved it casually - the blessed miasma began. Invading the helmet-mask breathing grilles, joints of arms or legs on their opponent's power armor.
The Iron Hands Astartes who were struck were still aiming at the enemy and pulling the trigger with mechanical efficiency. Coupled with the firepower of the tank artillery, heavy armed servitors and self-propelled artillery behind them, Typhons was a bit weak. Xiao Xiao saw with annoyance that the Death Guards began to take more intense and obvious damage.
The storm bombs and cannon shells hit the tall Chaos Terminator directly. The shells embedded in the swollen giant's body like bullets hitting the soil slope behind the target, but there were so many of them that they were embedded all over the quilt. The body of a blessed warrior.
A Plague Marine with a gaping mouth on his belly fell down, the sharp teeth and tongue on his belly still sighing in disappointment, and then his body was roasted into a pile of smoke by precise firepower that fell violently on the same point. Dried and cracked pieces with green smoke.
A suspicious high-energy beam shot from a distance, burning the pink and pale squirming tentacles of another Death Guard soldier clean, but he was still advancing steadily and firing with his rusty bolter. , until the beam burned his helmet and brain into powder, he was sure that he was dead and fell forward to the ground.
What a waste!
Typhons sighed under his horned helmet. The despair brought by plague and disease is the most gorgeous and delicious. As a psyker, he has always enjoyed the despair of souls swallowed by the blessing of a loving father, Nurgle's. Gifts are so redemptive that Typhonus is always troubled by those who cannot understand them and consider them an abomination.
But he knew that the blessings of the merciful God of Life would eventually help them achieve victory.
Another second passed.
The fingers of the loyalists who pulled the trigger began to become weak, and the prosthetic fingers that they used to pull out the gear ax also began to rust, become brittle, and turn into reddish-brown rust, and then fell off one by one - the corrosion of metal. Through the increase in entropy, a moment passes as quickly as a thousand years, and the wave of decay beats invisible, but can be witnessed with horror.
A line of corrosion seemed to appear where the battle lines met. Any metal and flesh that came into contact with the first company's Terminator Plague Lords or within the range of their scythes began to rot quickly like dead leaves rolled up due to lack of water. and became coiled and sickly.
Blood quickly and counterintuitively gushed out from the seams of the power armor helmets of the loyal defenders, and then began to turn black. Many recruits subconsciously clutched their necks to breathe while dying, and the rancid blood quickly flooded through them. Everywhere in their circulatory system, dissolving smooth muscle and tissue walls prevented any further efforts by implants to save their lives.
The good sealing of the armored vehicle temporarily saved the driver inside, but as the Death Guard and the yellow-green mist they carried lingered, the hard rock gravel began to become soft and muddy, and the swamp-like ground began to slowly swallow a large number of The steel behemoth.
The Iron Council's calculations are that the Death Guard and its coalition forces will retreat due to the final battle loss ratio.
Therefore, more vehicles, more recruits and servitors are still being sent to the front line——
The Rakuan clan's data intrusion suddenly became more violent, and the command link was forcibly taken over. Amidst the electronic roar of Kadan Stunus, the Iron Hands' frontline army was reorganized by a powerful will from the sky. got up and turned into some kind of surrounding formation that was ready to respond at any time——
From above the clouds, there was a huge whistling sound of bolide.
Just like the day Ferrus Manus arrived in the legend ten thousand years ago.
The holy mountain of Karash, which had been silent for ten thousand years, once again witnessed the impact of extraterrestrial visitors riding on flames.