Chapter 639 Doomsday Storm: Day of Corruption

The laser beam penetrated the gap between the priest statues and hit the laughing head. He exploded instantly, but even before he fell to the ground, there was still a stupid smile on that ugly and ferocious face.

Major Charles still couldn't figure out why Nurgle's men were laughing, and what they were laughing at, but there was no doubt that they loved to laugh, and when they gathered together.

The walking zombies of Nurgle laughed and came in groups from the streets. No, coming is more appropriate. They were like an endless tide, made up of rotting bodies and a vicious smell. Even if they were wearing gas protection Even with the mask, I can still smell the smell in that area.

Charles raised his gun and shot the zombies over, but as soon as he fell down, more than ten Nurgle zombies took up his position. Their number was so huge that the lasers on the position hit them. It was as if a stone had been driven into deep water, but if it was the latter, it would be better, at least there would be some splash.

The firepower of Charles and the others seemed to have been driven into an abyss and disappeared in the blink of an eye. However, the zombies were as if nothing happened. They continued to laugh crazily and move forward, coming in groups and overwhelmingly.

"ah!!!!"

The forward position was breached, and the heavy bolter machine gun set up there fired violently at the front, but both the bullets and the muzzle fire disappeared instantly as if they were sucked into the night, along with its shooters.

The zombies of Nurgle rushed into the position. In the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared. To be precise, all the living people disappeared. The zombies of Nurgle knocked them down and bit deeply into their necks. In just a moment, they He stood up again, but the person who stood up again was no longer alive.

Charles raised his gun, aimed a shot at one of the men's heads.

"Major! Sergeant Deb is dead!" The auxiliary soldier carrying the radio rushed to Charles' side. He held his gun and shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"I saw it, Private Horst! My order to you is to lie down!" Charles roared and shot the private who was called Horst in the head.

"Major, we can't hold on any longer! Let's retreat quickly!" the auxiliary soldier shouted. He lowered his head and saw a piece of dirty blood spilled by the explosion outside.

"Our order is to hold our position, Captain Astartes gave it clearly." Charles continued to fire, his face was illuminated by the red light several times, and then fell into silence. Charles cursed, "Ammunition! Give it to me. ammunition."

No one responded to him. Charles turned his head sharply. Just as he was about to curse at the new recruit, he found that he had already stood up, but it was not because of courage that he laughed.

"What the hell."

Charles held the butt of his rifle in front of him, and the recruit whose name he didn't know rushed over. He was already dead, but he stood up again, his withered yellow teeth exhaling a foul smell while laughing wildly.

"Private! Keep quiet until your superiors ask you to reply!" Charles kicked him on the knee, and the auxiliary army's steel combat boots instantly broke the knee. It had quickly brittled and turned into something disturbing. It looked disgusting, and thick liquid flowed from the broken bones, and the liquid was all over the floor.

The major threw the recruit over his shoulder and threw him to the ground. Then he stepped forward and shot his head off with the butt of his rifle. That silly face kept smiling. Even if it turned into a bloody mess, he was still smiling, and teeth flew out. fly.

The major retreated quickly. He stepped back and opened the fly with a slap. He looked at the zombies who were stumbling towards him with a smile. On the street behind them, huge shadows appeared. They also smiled. There was the sound of bells in the laughter, again and again, and every sound made the corpse group laugh louder.

It also caused fear in the hearts of mortals. Charles suppressed his fear. He didn't even dare to take a deep breath. As long as he opened his nostrils a little wider, the nauseating smell would flood into his lungs. He grabbed hold of the ground. The recruit's gun still had a light on its magazine.

Charles retreated towards the door of the church. The defense line in the square had collapsed. The position between the magnificent marble columns and the statues along the fountain was submerged. The zombies rolled in, fell into the fountain, fell to the ground, crawled or Staggeringly dragging the soldiers one by one.

They would soon become one of those things and turn around to attack other people. Charles stepped back and raised his gun and fired. He killed a few zombies, but their number was still endless. In the blink of an eye, Suddenly, the square was filled with their smiling faces, and even the screams were drowned out by the laughter.

The only remaining defenders fired back and retreated. They gradually retreated to the steps. The beam of light flickered like a candle in the wind in the surrounding square that was flooded with corpses. It continued to weaken, and the laughter continued to approach.

Charles ran out of ammunition. He cursed and threw away the gun. This was his last ammunition. Others around him also almost ran out of ammunition. These days, they were fighting almost the entire city. They originally thought they had enough firepower. , now it seems like facing a giant.

The giant was huge, covered with swollen flesh and blood, and came laughing wildly. It rushed through the zombies, and many zombies were crushed by him, but they were all laughing, and the thing in its abdomen was also laughing. In the gaping wound, the external intestines were filled with disgusting flies.

It rushed over, Charles pulled out the last dagger, and the monster opened its mouth and spit out many smaller things. Those small things laughed and pounced on the remaining auxiliary soldiers. They were drowned by these small things, and they were swallowed by laughter before they even had time to scream.

Charles was the only one left. He faced the behemoth. He was dead, but Charles was not afraid. He stood in front of the church and held the dagger tightly, "Come on! You stinky things! Come and taste the emperor's knife!"

The monster jumped in front of Charles, and he swung the huge rattle he was holding. Charles also shouted and raised his knife to stab him. After a moment, black blood sprayed on Charles. He opened his eyes and saw a knife stuck in the chest of the huge thing.

It was not his own, but a bigger sword. One arm held it, and then it was pulled out suddenly. The monster fell to the ground with a bang. Charles saw Astarte standing behind him. He swung the sword in his hand, turned it left and right, and swept away the corpses around, opening up an area in the blink of an eye.

"Lord Astarte!"

"Call me Phillips."

The giant bowed his head and said, wearing a helmet. After swinging a sword, dirty blood splashed on his face. Charles turned his head suddenly and looked forward. He held the dagger tightly and stepped back half a step. A huge tide of zombies was rushing towards them.

"Where are the nuns? Damn, where are those crazy women?!"

"They are praying in the church."

"I don't deny the power of faith, Captain Phillips, but now we need more ammunition, firepower, and any support. These things are everywhere, turning our people into them!"

Charles turned his head and saw the sword swinging. His head flew out. Phillips drew back the sword and stepped back up the steps. He fired at the surroundings with a bolt gun, and the artillery fire shot into the zombies and exploded a piece of flesh and blood.

Several more gunshots rang out among the corpses, and the bolts blasted open a passage, and the Astartes rushed out from all around. They were all covered with disgusting flesh and blood. The dirty blood dyed the blue armor black, and the horizontal red stripes on the helmets were also deeply covered under the flesh and blood.

"Deploy the formation." Phillips ordered, and the surrounding Astartes immediately opened up a firepower network on the steps around him, and fierce bolts shot into the zombies. The steps in front of the church were covered with torn corpses, and their blood quickly turned the white square dim.

Phillips stood on the steps. He fired a few more shots and the bullets were empty. The captain threw away his gun and swung the power sword to smash a whole group of zombies, but even the extraordinary body of the Astartes was as small as a fallen leaf in this sea of ​​​​the dead. They were surrounded in front of the steps, surrounded by those laughing faces.

More Astartes also ran out of bullets. They threw away their guns and shot as many zombies as they could, then drew their melee weapons.

Phillips didn't want to deny the sisters' efforts. Although Lord Guilliman taught him to reject religion and blind faith, it was undeniable that the living saints' skeletons in the church did help a lot in the sisters' prayers day and night. It enveloped the area around the church and made Nurgle's sorcery unusable.

If there was no barrier of faith, they would have been drowned a few days ago. They might have stood up like mortals and become servants of the evil god.

Phillips would not become like that. His life belonged to the Emperor and Guilliman. No one could take it away except them. He would not let his soul fall into the hands of the enemy.

But he also had to admit that they really needed support now, any support, otherwise he would not even have time to pull the trigger of the reactor in his backpack to self-destruct.

The zombies surged up the steps, they laughed and pounced on Phillips, but suddenly a tongue of fire swept past the captain, the door of the church opened, and the battle sisters rushed out.

They held flamethrowers and pumped elements to the ocean in front of the stairs. It was very effective. The fire instantly cleared a large buffer area. The sisters walked down the steps with flamethrowers.

"Captain."

"Adele Bana, the novice sister."

Felix nodded to her. The sister held a flamethrower and a long tongue of fire swept in front of her. "Have you finished praying?"

"I prayed to the Emperor for our souls. He will wait for us there."

"That's enough. The time has come."

Phillips raised the power sword high and jumped down the stairs. He fell among the zombies and swept through the army. The blade slashed around. Sister Adele also rushed in. She held a flamethrower and ignited the laughing figures around. They collapsed in the flames, and the laughter echoed around.

The two fought side by side, back to back facing the ocean of enemies around them. Astartes and battle sisters also rushed into the battlefield, pumping elemental flames one after another, but still like a candle in the wind, elegant and hazy.

Suddenly, a wild laugh sounded from one place, and a bloated Nurgle demon rushed in. Adele's flames immediately sprayed on its body, but it rushed over like nothing happened. Nurgle's clerk swung the bell and knocked the head sister out. She fell to the ground, and the flamethrower in her hand was broken.

"The loyal dog of the Emperor."

"Nurgle's mixed dog."

Captain Felix swung his sword forward, his power sword hit the clerk's bell together, and the surging power instantly exploded between them. Felix flew out, rolled on the ground and stood in a half-squat.

The Nurgle clerk smiled, his two mouths, one on his face and one on his belly, laughing together, "You have no hope, Emperor's hound, you have lost, the things in the church cannot save you, this world belongs to the Father."

Around, the flames of the battle sisters and Astartes were rapidly weakening until they disappeared completely, and Nurgle's demons were everywhere.

"Accept the Father's grace, maybe, you can be sublimated."

"Never." Captain Felix clenched his sword.

The Nurgle clerk came over with a big laugh, "Then join us."

The clerk raised the huge bell, he aimed it at Felix and smashed it down, but it was crooked, and with its scream, the power of Nurgle dissipated from the bell.

The head nun held the sword that pierced its knee. The sword, shining with holy light, deeply sank into the body of the monster. It screamed and slapped Sister Zhang into Felix's arms. The head nun's helmet flew away, revealing a face full of blood. Felix held her in his arms and pulled the safety lock on his back.

"Emperor, bear witness for me."

The clerk's smiling face suddenly froze. A sword pierced his chest. The clerk watched the sword in his chest and then split it in two. His bloated body turned into thick water. The laughter finally turned into screams, desperate screams. When the screams ended, his soul was annihilated.

"Don't be so anxious to call him."

"Master Vito."

Felix looked at Vito standing in the thick water. He was not wearing a helmet, but his body was shrouded in a faint light. Those unclean things of Nurgle would scream as soon as they saw him, not to mention approaching him.

Their eyes and bodies were burning. Felix looked at him, and the nun in his arms also opened her eyes and looked at him weakly.

"Hey, beauty."

Vito turned around, and a huge roar shook the sky above his head. Another figure jumped down. It was a huge figure, more than one.

Behind them, the Terminators slowly raised their heads. They crushed the ground under their feet, and their flashing golden eyes slowly raised. Between them, Captain Calgar stood up and clenched his explosive fist.

The Terminators surrounded Vito, waiting, waiting, and the last person fell from the sky.

He fell to the ground, and the blue and gold armor flashed with the light of fire. It came from the sword in his hand. He clenched the sword fiercely, and the fire covered the sword in the blink of an eye.

Vito also threw the sword down, and lightning instantly rose between the tip of the sword and the ground.

The Nurgles' smiles ended, for they saw once again the two figures standing side by side. They had seen them countless times before, but the first time was forever engraved in their hearts.

1423, the end of the Black Death.