Chapter 642 Doomsday Storm: Breaking Into the Sea of ​​Insects

The Thunderhawk gunship penetrated the sick fog, and sparks kept bursting from its gilded wings. It was a violent reaction between the corrupt fungi in the air and the blessed wings, which could not be explained by science.

"The outside air is unbreathable, everyone wear helmets."

Bell said as he walked through the cabin. He put on his helmet, and the remaining Astartes monks all put on helmets of different colors. They came from different chapters, Ultramarines, Nova Warriors, Doomsday Eagles, and Argent Archons, etc. Thus, multiple chapters formed the main body of this assault force.

"Lord Guilliman."

Bell stopped with his bolter, and Guilliman stood up in front of him. The primarch's tall body bulged and blocked most of the cabin. He nodded to Bell, then turned his head to look at the cabin door with lights on.

"To reach the destination, repeat, to reach the destination."

"Everyone get ready."

Guilliman put on his helmet, and the voice came directly from the built-in channel. The Astartes behind him tightened their weapons. They looked at the slowly opening cabin door. Outside the cabin door were thick gray-green clouds, and roars came from time to time.

"Land, the Thunderhawk's airborne time is not long."

Guilliman said and jumped out of the cabin first. He fell from the air, and the fungal spores in the air were all over him. When Guilliman landed, he was covered with a layer of fungal blanket.

The land under his feet and the surrounding air were filled with unbearable smells. Bell was wrong. Even if he wore a helmet and turned the filter to the maximum, he couldn't suppress the smell.

If it were a mortal, even if he wore a full set of power armor, he would have been infected now. If he was not infected, he would lose half his life. The best case was vomiting, and the worst was mental disorder.

Only the Astartes could survive in this environment, at least, barely. Guilliman turned his head, attracted by the laughter. Groups of Nurgle zombies and Nurgle demons were rushing towards them, accompanied by fully armed Death Guard space warriors. They raised their bolters and aimed at Guilliman.

Zombies and demons surged from the stairs like a tsunami. Guilliman stood at the top, like a lone boat in a tsunami. The survivors stood in a canoe, overlooking the surging tide below.

Guilliman did not take action, because he knew it was unnecessary. In the blink of an eye, the Astartes wearing the Iron Knight Terminator armor landed on both sides of Guilliman. Their flamethrowers spit out flames at the bottom, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​zombies and Nurgle demons were set on fire.

Their laughter turned into a distorted look, and their hideous faces looked at Guilliman above. He stood on the steps holding a flaming sword. On the steel ropes around him, fully armed Astartes landed around Guilliman. They quickly deployed a firepower network and poured out fierce artillery fire all around.

Guilliman turned his head and looked at the tall building behind him. It was unique because it was the only building in the entire pit. There were only wreckage and indistinguishable hunched bodies at the bottom of the pit.

Only he still existed. Vito's foresight pointed them here. Guilliman didn't need anyone to tell him that the Son of Vengeance could feel the powerful psychic field filled in the building.

"He's here."

"It seems that the target is here, right? It's really easy."

Ragnar said on the side. He stood on the stairs, holding two chain saw axes and killing one piece of zombie after another. They fell one piece, but soon there would be new ones to replenish them immediately. There was no end in sight.

The mercury flames of the Terminator shot into the bottom of the stairs, but it seemed to escape into a bottomless deep sea. The flames disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like throwing a glow stick from the sea.

"Hold the line!"

Felix raised his bolter and shouted loudly after descending from the Skysor. The surrounding Astartes quickly reached the edge of the stairs. They squatted down, picked up their bolters and shot down the bloated demons of Nurgle with a new round of artillery fire. The Terminator stepped forward and tilted the Hellfire multi-barrel cannon under him to rain endless bullets.

The Thunderhawk gunship left. It was entangled by the flying Nurgle giant fly and was forced to leave immediately, but before leaving, he still left a last gift for the commando.

The Thunderhawk gunship flew over the head of the zombies, and the incendiary bombs cast by it instantly spread on these pus-filled demons and the Death Guards. The raging fire swept the entire bottom of the stairs, and the fire wind blew up, causing everyone's battle robes, cockscomb helmets, and blessing scrolls below erosion to fly up.

In the flames, the Nurgle demons continued to rush up, burning with fire, their bulky bodies rushed out of the flames, and ran towards the stairs with a silly smile.

"My lord, we will stay here to cover the rear, you lead the team in."

This kind of rear-end, dangerous and highly likely to die mission, Felix is ​​the best choice, it's a pity that Sicarius is not here, otherwise he will definitely compete with Felix for this mission in front of the Primarch.

Guilliman nodded silently, then turned and stepped into the door of the huge department store. Bell, Lancelot, and the other Astartes followed him into the building. Felix turned around behind him, he stood on the top of the stairs, facing the tsunami-like demons below and raised his sword.

"Emperor, bear witness for me."

He said in a pious voice, then raised his sword and stepped forward, chopping off the head of the laughing Nurgle demon with one sword.

"This looks like a shopping mall, and it's quite big."

Lancelot followed the team, his helmet flashlight shining on the surrounding walls. Stores in the department store were displayed one by one, with merchandise, clothes and household appliances packed in boxes around.

"Yeah, it's just that the sanitary conditions are not up to standard."

"What? An occupational disease occurred? Bell."

"That's right, but it doesn't require multiple professions. Anyone can see it."

Yes, the surrounding shopping mall is covered with fungi everywhere, the fleshy mucous membrane engulfing everything, and the rest is overrun by fungi that exudes a disgusting smell.

Even with a helmet on, the unconcealable smell continued to flow into the nasal cavity, and the Astartes' own superhuman respiratory organs could not filter it out, so everyone could only endure the smell.

But fortunately, the Sisters of Silence were present. Several nuns and sisters from the Order were in the team with the Astartes. The power they exuded caused the space where they were to dispel the smell. Although the stench was still overwhelming, it was Can still breathe.

They followed Guilliman on both sides, their high braids swaying with the giant swords they held. They were protecting the original master. Indeed, in a place filled with the corrupting power of subspace, they are the only ones most suitable for this. heavy responsibility.

The remaining Astartes followed the psykers. Psychic leaders from the Ultramarines and multiple chapters joined the commandos. They released their psionic stances at all times, infecting those around them. Sexual fungal spores cannot reach the Astartes.

Although armor can resist surface pollution, Nurgle's real pollution is at the soul level. The power of psychic energy cannot be explained or blocked by science.

Bell was very happy that they were here. He didn't want to go back and clean up the pollution on himself and others. It would be a big project. There was no way to cure Nurgle's pollution, but it would take a lot of time. With many times more resources.

The commando team entered the main hall of the mall. This is the core of the entire square and where most of the pedestrian streets and shops are located, so it is extremely large, with floors and elevators above the heads of the Astartes.

"Where is that thing?"

A Nova Warrior in the team asked, holding his bolter and walking away from the Astartes who were on guard formation. The dazzling beam of the flashlight swayed around in the blink of an eye.

"Is this it? It's dirty enough here."

Lancelot was right, this place is simply a polluted place among polluted places. There are more and thicker carpets and sarcoids than outside. The thick tapestry of fungi hangs down from the dome and extends very close to the surface.

In the dark environment, there were still some things squirming, and their tinny sounds made people's scalp numb. Bell looked around from his helmet, and the spotlight kept scanning the surrounding walls. "My monitoring data is off the charts. Damn it, if you take off your helmet here, it will melt from the inside when you take a breath.”

"Hey, beauties, are you really okay? Your helmets aren't even on."

The Sisters of Silence only had half a mask on their helmets, and half of their faces were exposed. Shaina Keely, the leader, turned around and clenched her sword, "Someone is here."

"where?"

Before the question and answer was over, the Nova Warrior was suddenly picked up. He was caught by the long creeping tentacles hanging on the roof. At the top, when the flashlight shined, there were numerous and densely packed worms. Eggs, their surfaces squirming, shadows swimming beneath them.

All the insect eggs exploded, and Nurgle's giant flies emerged from them. They opened their honeycomb mouths and laughed, devouring the Nova warriors in an instant, and then rushed towards the Astartes and Sisters in the hall.