Stars for the good Warhammer

While the corpse tide in the underground factory was still boiling.

In the position outside the city of Delos on the surface of the planet Parmenio, as the horn of the plague messenger sounded, the dull sound seemed to tear the sky and the earth apart.

As the horn continued to sound, deadly miasma began to gradually gather in the distant valleys, and finally formed a death zone tens of kilometers wide along the mountains. Driven by the evil magic of the subspace, the deadly plague vortex once again slowly and unstoppably attacked the last stronghold of Parmenio.

In the rotten gas that exuded a foul smell, tens of millions of plague zombies had already formed a huge corpse tide, and under the cover of thick fog, they rushed towards the position of the defense army in a scattered formation.

This is the most common trick used by the plague messengers under Nurgle. First, they spread a large-scale plague blessing in the target area, and then use the endless corpse tide to break the first wave of the enemy's counterattack while the enemy is intoxicated. Then, the messengers of the father will descend on the battlefield accompanied by demons and the desperate cries of mortals.

Compared with the blood god Khorne, the swollen legions under the father Nurgle are slow, but few people in the galaxy can really stop their progress. The continuous attacks have already exhausted the defenders of the city of Delos. In the past few weeks, as many as 77 different plagues and diseases have tortured the several star legions stationed outside the city for hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

Blindness, skin ulcers, scurvy and terrible bone marrow inflammation have long become the most common diseases in the positions. The simple air filtration devices equipped by the defense forces have almost no effect in the face of these plague fogs, and can only provide psychological comfort.

The enemy's number was hundreds of times that of the defenders. If the girl, who was called the living saint, had not appeared on the battlefield in time, the city of Delos would have been destroyed in the last massive attack. But now, when the Plague Legion arrived again, the savior who was regarded as the Emperor's messenger had been imprisoned in the city's black prison on the charge of "witch" by the state religion, and suffered torture that ordinary people could not imagine.

This terrible order came from the Imperial Regent. Obviously, Guilliman, as the Primarch, did not trust the so-called "Emperor's miracle". Perhaps in his eyes, the girl was just another guy who insulted his father and tried to take advantage of the chaos to use the power of heresy to deceive the people.

However, even in this desperate situation, the people of Delos were not without hope.

After a while, when the howling stopped, every soldier in the battlefield position that suddenly became quiet could not help but hold his breath and look at the wasteland covered by thick fog in the distance, until they saw figures with messy steps like ghosts appearing in the fog one after another.

That was the rotting corpse group composed of plague zombies and Nurgle demons. Now they have crossed the previously captured No. 1 defense line and are moving at full speed towards the No. 2 position near the city.

The next moment, a flare rose into the sky from the position where the bunker was built. When the red light exploded in the air, a roar suddenly echoed over everyone's heads from far to near.

After checking the time in the pocket watch, the political commissar wearing a wide-brimmed hat on the flank of the No. 2 position immediately turned his eyes to the sky. Through the clouds disturbed by the air flow, several missiles from high-altitude orbits pierced the sky like meteors in the dawn light, and then exploded one after another over the city of Delos.

It is worth noting that the flames of the explosion did not have a direct impact on Parmenio's ground battlefield. As the missile body broke, a large amount of white powder began to fall from the sky in an instant. The gray-white dust covered the sky of the battlefield for a short time. The battlefield with corpses everywhere seemed to be snowing heavily.

When the powder came into contact with the air, a magical scene occurred. The poisonous fog that had been spreading continuously quickly flowed back to the starting point like the receding tide. At the same time, the demons and plague zombies that had been moving forward steadily seemed to lose their sense of direction in an instant and began to mess up.

The gray-white powder that fell from the sky was a special material mixed with the ashes of countless voluntary saints and untouchables, which had the effect of interfering with and shielding the subspace.

They were the secret weapons used by the planetary defense forces to defeat the plague army and the key to winning this war.

When the ashes powder was completely scattered, dozens of flares were launched from the left and right sides of the battle line. The hot light made the dust in the air sparkle and embellish the dim battlefield.

The hundreds of petrified lizards located behind the position kicked off first. Even in the 42nd millennium, these large-caliber artillery still dominated the battlefield on the ground. The God of War quickly delivered hundreds of tons of shaped explosives into the battlefield with rhythmic volleys.

In an instant, hundreds of new suns rose in the tide of enemies at the same time. The flames connected to form a wall that filled the entire world in the blink of an eye. While the flames were still not dissipated, the political commissars in charge of leading the team in the trenches jumped out of the trenches without hesitation, waving their power swords in the direction of the enemy tide.

"For the Emperor! Take back position number one!"

The war around the city of Delos began. Under the cover of the slow-moving barrage and the anti-psychic field opened by the soul-destroying missiles, several armored regiments hidden on the flanks of the infantry began to launch an assault on the occupied front with Leman Russ tanks as the main force.

The spearhead, composed of hundreds of various armored vehicles, rushed head-on into the battlefield that had turned into a sea of ​​fire at full horsepower. In the gray-white sandstorm that was drifting all over the sky, the rolling torrent composed of plastic steel armor easily crushed the plague zombies struggling in the flames, exiled the Nurglings rolling on the ground, and opened up several roads paved with flesh and blood for the infantry groups following behind. Even those fallen Death Guards could only be helpless in the face of the powerful frontal firepower of the Astra Militarum cluster.

At first, the recapture operation against the front position continued very smoothly. Several large legions of a full 100,000 people were dispatched with the assistance of the air force and artillery, and recaptured a large area of ​​fallen land with an unstoppable trend, pushing the front line forward for more than ten kilometers in one breath.

Through the battlefield situation map, the mountainous area in the distance is already clearly visible. According to the previous reconnaissance intelligence, the mountainous area that stretches for dozens of kilometers and is full of hills and valleys is the gathering place of the plague army and the Death Guards. The Astra Militarum generals who are responsible for commanding the battle in the city are very satisfied with this result.

Just as the generals were about to order the troops to continue advancing, a communication report from the front suddenly came into the headquarters.

"Sir, those Storm Troopers from the Ash Alliance are actively retreating. The enemy commander claims that the Death Guards in the valley are likely to launch a counterattack. They suggest that we temporarily withdraw the troops to the position."

"In addition, the enemy's demon engines and Titans have begun to fight with us. At present, the casualties of multiple corps have exceeded 35%. If we continue to move forward, we may fall into a more unfavorable environment."

The person who spoke was a corps political commissar. It was not difficult to hear a trace of anxiety from the other party's tone. Obviously, he was worried about the current situation.

"Don't pay attention to what those people said. I have asked Oberon's Titan Corps to join the battlefield. This is a great opportunity to eliminate the heretic scum in one fell swoop."

"You have to complete all this before those alliance heretics, and eliminate the demon prince named Mortarion to eliminate this threat to the empire. Do you understand?"

The corps political commissar was not sure whether he could complete the task of eliminating Mortarion, but the commanders on the other side of the communicator were obviously very serious.

Just as the Delos Command said, while the communication was still going on, a total of 76 God Machines from the Oberon Legion began to pass through the city gate amid the cheers of the people in the city, and quickly joined the increasingly heated battlefield in the distance.

It was a battle group mainly composed of Predator-class Titans. These nearly 20-meter-tall steel giants immediately dominated the entire battlefield as soon as they appeared. A rebellious Titan in the enemy camp that was corrupted by Nurgle wanted to launch a counterattack, but the next moment the hot laser from the volcanic cannon penetrated its flesh-and-blood core in an instant, causing it to scream.

The death of the enemy Titan effectively inspired the morale of the Imperial Legion. With the help of the shadow cast by the God Machine, the armored forces that had been severely damaged were assembled again. However, the commanders of the Empire obviously underestimated Mortarion's scheming.

Just as the Titan Legion was about to approach the center of the enemy camp, in the canyon where the plague vortex rolled, a ball of green light suddenly shot out at an astonishing speed and penetrated the Titan's void shield unreasonably.

As the ominous green flames exploded, a Warhound-class Titan that served as the vanguard of the Legion was instantly paralyzed. The strange plasma flames were corroding the armor of the God Machine at an alarming rate. At the same time, more green light balls began to be ejected from the foggy valley.

Almost at the same time when the Titan Legion was suppressed, in the fog covering the valley, several chariots with heavy armor and siege towers slowly appeared on the battlefield accompanied by a large number of demon engines. They were seven withered tower vehicles built by Mortarion specifically for this battle, and the previous green light balls were projected from the giant ion cannons on the top of these tower vehicles.

As a frontline officer who had witnessed the Ash Alliance's combat methods with his own eyes, the political commissar who was reporting the battle situation to the headquarters was stunned when he saw that thing, because the ion cannons used by those tower vehicles had many similar characteristics to the [Plasma Cannons] equipped on the Alliance warships.

What kind of connection is there? As a frontline officer, the political commissar naturally did not dare to speculate, but only glanced at the Alliance officer who was observing the battle situation in the battlefield command center.

As time passed, the losses of the Oberon Legion had reached an unacceptable number. Under the catalysis of Nurgle's evil magic, the flesh and blood proliferation tissue clinging to the outer layer of the Withered Tower Car gave it unparalleled defense, allowing it to perfectly neutralize the deadly firepower from the Titans.

Under the vicious curse of the Nurgle wizard, some Titans who tried to approach the tower car had their internal armor and bearings rusted and aged at an unnatural speed. Realizing that this was not a solution, the legion political commissar who sensed the danger wanted to order the frontline troops to cover the Titans to withdraw from the battlefield. However, at this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded from the public channel of the battlefield and appeared in the sound array channels of Chaos and the Empire at the same time.

"Don't worry! We are here to help you!"

An Ogryn?

Wait? What on earth is going on?

Shortly after the voice fell, a girl's excited shout came from the communicator.

"Wow! This thing is awesome!"

Then came the horrified cry of a wretched man.

"Hey! Can anyone tell me how to stop this thing? We're about to crash!"

Listening to the screams coming from the radio, the imperial commanders present were stunned.

Just as the sound array master was trying to figure out what went wrong, it seemed as if dark clouds covered the sky, and the next moment the battlefield, which was originally full of flames, suddenly became dim.

Amid the air defense alarms and the harsh beeps of the radar, a strange object was seen rushing towards the mountain outside the city of Delos at an alarming speed, and finally crashed into its towering mountain.

It was a mysterious black cube. The powerful impact caused the solid mountain to collapse. Finally, after several somersaults in the air, the mysterious creation, which was much taller than the mountain, fell in the center of Parmenio's battlefield. The huge impact caused a gust of wind that blew away the fog covering the battlefield and the dark clouds in the sky in an instant.

Its presence successfully shocked the originally noisy battlefield. Under the joint gaze of Chaos and the Empire, the mechanical structure of the cube surface began to change, and the alloy armor on the surface quickly reorganized.

When it stood up again, a super-heavy mechanical fortress equipped with fleet-level firepower and moving on a tracked chassis suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Its tall stature made the Titans in the Oberon Legion look like underdeveloped dwarfs compared to it.

Its countless artillery arrays, comparable to the main guns of battleships, were enough to daunt any enemy on the ground, and such a scene also attracted the attention of the Imperial fleet in orbit. Its huge size could be seen clearly even with the naked eye in the low-altitude orbit of the planet.

It was an unprecedented super-giant war machine, a terrifying creation that could pacify an entire planet on its own, a true divine machine.

When it stood up, all armored units on the northern continent of the planet, whether in the sky or on the ground, received a lock-on warning from the fire control radar almost at the same time, which meant that all movable targets on the scene, including the warships in the planetary orbit, had entered the range of the giant war machine.

Under the control of those strange drivers, it was not long before the fortress platform's weapons were aimed at the direction of the seven withered tower vehicles. The Nurgle Legion, which reacted, launched a counterattack at the first time. However, the ion cannon that could easily destroy the Titan seemed so insignificant in front of the giant.

Accompanied by the roar of the magnetic rail gun and the dazzling electric light that covered the battlefield, as the light faded, seven trenches that were burned by electricity appeared on the original positions of the seven withered tower vehicles, and those hideous demon engines and the legions gathered around

had disappeared.