Chapter 379 Deadly Poison Garen

Chapter 379 Deadly Poison. Garen

A bright red battleship is landing. It is moving very fast, and is facing countless cannon fire. This ancient battleship was once the battle barge of the Blood Angels, but now it is charging towards the compatriots of the Empire.

Its bright red coating is no longer the glory smeared by the heirs of Sanguinius, but the pain and death of countless people of the empire. It is full of those evil beings who are greedy and corrupt, and the corrupt people with arrogant claws.

However, this behemoth was exhausted in the endless void. Its void shield had been overloaded by countless gunfire, and the heat left shocking red traces on the ship's thick adamantine layer.

And an accurate macro cannon accurately hit its main plasma engine. A large amount of oxygen input to allow the engine to burn completely followed the engine gap and emitted amazing smoke. At the same time, the weightlessness of the universe kept the smoke in place. ground, while the battleship still moved forward.

The ancient ship looked like it was roaring, crying, and smoking, and those black things drew a long trail behind it until it approached the upper level of the Engili spaceport.

It did not deviate too far. Even if the Astra Militarum attacked with all its strength, it still concealed its existence for several hours, and its trajectory did not change. This ancient war engine was now turned into a bullet with a huge grace embedded in it. Geely Spaceport.

The huge six-kilometer-long ship made of fine gold unfolded its reducer and its reverse thrusters hummed. It stopped at the critical moment and almost hit the warship in Engili Port.

At this moment, the huge molten collision angle protruding in front of the ship emits energy, dazzling light flashes, and then a large amount of heat dissolves the thick upper layer of Engili Port, exposing the appearance of the upper nest, and countless air turns outwards following the melted place. out.

Then dozens of metal capsules were shot out from the close-in defense gun barrel by this behemoth, touching the hot-melt incision that had not yet cooled down, and then a lavender evil gel substance expanded under the heat and filled it up. Where air is leaking.

Hundreds of Porcupine-class heavy transport ships followed and headed there. The gel absorbed those things like water and allowed those transport ships to pass without any hindrance. About 60,000 mortal traitors entered the interior of Engili. Relying on that gel, a special structure begins to be constructed at the invasion point.

The transport plane stopped next to the swelling gel. The mortal traitor in robes leaned out and used various tools, such as a sapper shovel or a long knife to cut off a part from it. Soon, the substance almost filled the transport ship, and that The gel is so soft that even a mortal can easily knead it, and it doesn't look worth mentioning.

But when they landed, they showed how special they were, because just by sprinkling a blood-like liquid on them, it could turn into a red-red metal that was similar to adamantine.

When those things hit the ground, then those traitorous humans in robes smeared the evil mixed liquid, and it began to grow crazily as a foundation. It swallowed the material on the ground and then replaced it with itself, allowing it to grow hundreds of times underground. meters, so that the base will not collapse even if it is bombarded by countless heavy artillery.

All those mortal servants need to do is to use simple equipment to pave the ground, and the excess parts are used again and cast into walls, fortresses, etc.

In this way, in less than two hours, those soldiers who had undergone special construction training built a war camp in the empty upper nest space that could accommodate tens of thousands of people, although it was smaller than a real war fortress. The simple, but long and thick outer red adamantine wall is enough to help them resist various attacks.

They even had time to make vehicles and bunkers. After all, their time was limited before those things were completely solidified. When the fortress was completed, it was already the size of a football field in length, width and height, including the command post. Barracks, high walls, and even drainage channels, a large number of machine guns and anti-vehicle installations were protected by that strange adamantine-like substance.

And the father of this strange substance is falling. It is a batch of terrifying Hell Claw-shaped airdrop pods. This ancient vehicle originated from the Great Expedition era is not much different in appearance from the current airdrop pods, except for those dark red ones. Things fall to the ground, and special hydraulic equipment at their bases, unlike those of their descendants, activates.

Those heavy-duty airdrop pods stretched out their mechanical legs like spiders and stuck firmly on the soft upper nest soil. If it were an ordinary airdrop pod, it would probably be prone to tilting at this moment, but the hell claws were no problem and even expanded on the sides after landing. Several Tarantula turrets were installed as cover for the guests they carried.

The airdrop pods fell near the camp like meteorites. Giants wearing bright red armor walked out of them in groups of three or four. They were decorated with complex runes and skulls, as well as the power armor badges clenched on them. The red palms tell their identities, the red pirates and traitors who make the entire Maelstrom area tremble.

However, after a special transport capsule fell, the mortals in this area, demigods, noble, humble, powerful, and weak, all knelt on one knee and lowered their heads. This airdrop capsule fell straight into In the central area of ​​the camp, falling on the bright red metal, the six powers of the Hell Claw gripped the ground and were embedded in the metal.

Its interior opened, and after the operation of countless circuits and the roar of metal engines, a tall man wearing apothecary armor walked out of here.

The medicine bag on his back was studded with numerous chainsaws, circular saws, and drilling machines that made people shudder. He looked like a ghost from hell, with frightening burn marks on his cheeks, covering most of his right face, so his lips were ulcerated, revealing his white gums, as if he was smiling.

He smelled the air here, and his powerful brain analyzed the level of technology here, what people usually eat, and how many vehicles the enemy has. At the same time, he held his palm, and the hand armor stretched and retracted very quickly. Then a thin and long deadly needle protruded from his backpack. He held the thing and stabbed it into his neck.

Veins bulged in his body, and he sighed in a terrifying way. He was like a beast and a madman. After all, he died when his cheek was hit by his compatriots during the Badab War. Now he is a ghost who relies on drugs to survive, just to take revenge on this rotten empire...

And he is the incarnation of Huron, and a colleague of Armenius Valtex. He suppressed the irreversible deterioration mutation in the gene seed of the Red Pirates, and also alleviated the madness of his friend Valtex. He was also responsible for helping the Blackhearted King Huron to extend his life directly, so that he would not forget his hatred in the pain of endless instrument torture.

He is Huron, he is the Red Pirate, and it is not an exaggeration to say so. Of course, he is not much stronger or more important than Valtex, but the Red Pirates need him to maintain. It can be said that this existence is more related to the foundation of the Red Pirates than the Dimension Blacksmith, so he has not fought with Alanbair head-on for a long time.

However, this time, he was entrusted with the entire Ark of Evil Omen, but the ending was far worse than he expected. He failed the king. Secondly, Valtex was the only friend still alive in this world, and now his soul has returned to the sky, but he was also prepared to make up for his crime and avenge his friend.

And his goal is to dominate the upper nest and paralyze the control area. So far, he can do anything. He spoke to the Red Pirate Champion who was kneeling next to him.

"Okay, drop the armored array. Our goal is to take down this area in a short time and equip the soldiers with my acid launcher and venom bomb. Next, we need to kill." His voice was hoarse and ruthless, painful and distorted, after the Red Pirate Champion trembled and nodded.

Countless heavy hell claws were smashed down in succession. Those things were terrible war engines, from Rambo raiders to heavy predator tanks. Their twin laser cannons were not only threatening to vehicles, but also extremely deadly to soldiers.

The most terrifying thing among them is not the Marauder or the modified Predator as people know it, but an even older giant, the Scimitar Super Heavy Tank Destroyer, also known as the Mammoth, which is a super heavy tank used by the Space Marine Legion during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.

The Scimitar uses a powerful weapon that combines the technology of the Brutal Blade Super Heavy Tank and the Shadow Sword Super Heavy Tank. The Scimitar's twin-mounted volcanic cannon is one of the most powerful vehicle-mounted anti-tank weapons in the Imperial Armory. Since it consumes a huge amount of resources to build a Scimitar, its use is limited to the Space Marine Legion. However, even among the Space Marine Legion, the Scimitar is a very rare war machine, and most legions only retain a few Scimitars, which are used to fight against the enemy's largest war machines.

Because the Scimitar was equipped and used by various Space Marine Legions long before the outbreak of the Horus Heresy. Therefore, her prey at that time was not the enemy Titans that were widely targeted during the later Heresy.

As the Great Crusade continued to expand, the expeditionary fleet encountered an astonishing number of enemies, some of which were indeed very large in scale, but all of them were eventually burned to ashes by the Scimitar's volcanic cannon. At the same time, she was also one of the few vehicles equipped with such a terrible weapon as the volcanic cannon.

She is almost a land titan. Its side-mounted quadruple laser cannon and vehicle-mounted fixed twin volcanic cannon, with its huge 12-meter body and the terrible endurance of the reactor power supply system, making her one of the most terrible land vehicles in the history of Space Marines.

This black behemoth is now crawling on the ground. In addition, there are 60 Space Marine vehicles of various colors, a large number of cultists that can be used, and grenades composed of extremely deadly potions.

This evil war machine is roaring and moving forward. Their master, Gareth, is ready to make the Imperial Guard pay the price, and is also waiting for the great Huron to come here. He walked into his command room and spoke calmly and coldly.

"The mortal auxiliary forces rely on highly mobile Chimera armored vehicles and heavy trucks to invade, while covering and attracting firepower, launching a U-shaped auxiliary attack, destroying the Imperial Guard positions with poison mist and highly corrosive acid rain mortars, while the Red Corsairs rely on Scimitar super-heavy tanks to break through the core area."

"Our goal is to gain complete control of the upper nest, and then attack the enemy's control center and completely paralyze the fortress. From now on, this place will be ours."

The pharmacist has huge ambitions. He wants to replace the apostate Vengar chosen by Huron and become an evil dark lord. Of course, he is not interested in starting his own business because his combat effectiveness is not strong. Even if he uses stimulants and poisons to gain a foothold in this dark universe, it is difficult to resist the attacks of other rebellious space marines.

He longed for war and was absolutely loyal to Huron, because he needed the right to fund his own research instead of wasting time on martial arts and fighting. However, thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sting in his heart.

He is not without feelings, and if Veengar and his friend Valtex are still there, he should provide gene-seed harvesting and treatment in Veengar's rear, while helping him gain battle advantage with poison.

His friend can modify the Scimitar Tank and turn it into a war nightmare that can pour its own poison. With Valtex's clever talent, he believes that his friend can turn this ancient war engine into the most vicious toy in the universe.

Thinking of this, he took out the stimulant from his backpack and plunged it into his heart. He barely managed to keep his body steady amidst the violent breathing and the blurring of the strategic map in front of him.

The Red Pirates are all like this. They all have diseases, some of which are due to the empire's ruthless attacks on traitors, and more due to their internal self-destruction in the face of endless temptations in the subspace. Valtex's emotional instability, Vengar's Having a severe blood thirst, Huron's body is almost half machine, and he.

His body is on the verge of collapse. Unless the gods are willing to be kind to him and become a demon prince, or he clones himself, the severe pain planted by his own people cannot dissipate. In other words, unless he is reborn as a new person, those things will follow. His whole life, until his long life is gone.

He trembled and held on to the wall. Others looked at him timidly. They did not have the courage to touch this powerful pharmacist, nor did they have the courage to help this adult. However, unexpectedly, a young space warrior suddenly helped him. Go up to this lord and speak.

"I appreciate your strategy, sir, but I have to say that the mortal troops will be blown to pieces. I think this battle should allow them to fight in a more valuable way." His words were arrogant and his tone was interesting. A pharmacist couldn't help but ask.

"Who are you?"

The young man spoke. "Oneius Prayd is a former sergeant of the Red Scorpions and will become the Lord of Dark War in the future."