Stars for the good Warhammer

The bombardment from the imperial fleet has continued for a whole day and night. The light spears and thermobaric bombs falling from orbit are like heavy hammers hitting the ground of Parmenio that has been corroded by Chaos.

As the ground underfoot screamed again, dust shook off the painted golden dome, falling from top to bottom onto the face of the man wearing a white burqa and a filter device on his face.

The man's face was pale and sickly, like a marble statue standing in the center of a dilapidated church, or like a corpse fixed in wax staring up at the painted image of the human emperor in the church.

This is a dilapidated Anglican cathedral located in the Parmenio wasteland. The wind blew in from the broken stained glass. The lifeless milky white cloak swayed slightly, and the yellow-green power armor wrapped inside could be vaguely seen. , at this moment a voice full of viscous texture that sounded disgusting came from outside the hall.

"Father is very dissatisfied with our decision to launch an attack without permission. If we continue to disobey orders, then he may punish us. Maybe we should follow his instructions, my little brother."

Along with the sound came heavy footsteps, like an elephant stepping into the main hall. Each step made the house tremble slightly. The speaker was a fat giant with abnormal swelling and ulcers, and the skin was full of pus. The slightly shorter limbs make the opponent look particularly funny.

The rotten and black tongue stirred back and forth in the big mouth full of white aphids. Seven little demons called Nurglings were playing and playing in the giant's exposed intestines, and occasionally submerged the body. Among them, the corners of his mouth that were split into his face looked like he was laughing heartily. The giant was the Nurgle demon known as Kugas, one of the most favored children of the Plague Father.

"In addition, as far as I know, Guilliman has left Parmenio and gone elsewhere. There are only those elves in Delos who are not very friendly in blue armor. If the news is true, then our plan It has failed from the beginning. Without the unblessed blood of the original body, it is impossible for me to use the artifact to prepare the divine plague that can kill the original body. "

[Godly Plague] is a fatal disease that can wipe out everything from its roots. It is so powerful that even some low-level subspace gods cannot be spared once it is infected. Mortarion hopes to use this In this way, he weakened his primarch brother and took the opportunity to sacrifice it to his master, Nurgle the Plague Father.

While speaking, Kugas' fat body had already reached the bottom of the dome, looking at the motionless man beneath him and speaking in a sincere tone.

"In addition, according to the messengers, a pest called [Boundary Breaker] has invaded my father's garden. He also hopes to get our help. Maybe we shouldn't spend too much energy here."

"Perhaps we should retreat according to father's instructions. It is not too late now. Captain Typhons will contain those human warships, and we can take the opportunity to withdraw our troops, my little brother Mortarion. "

Facing the devil's suggestion, the man looked very irritable, and success was clearly in front of him.

Staring at the indifferent face in the emperor's portrait, he waved the huge scythe in his hand and split the wall with the emperor's colorful portrait into two with a slash of resentment. After a simple vent, Only then did he calm down again.

"I know my brother very well, and I don't think he would abandon the five hundred worlds and choose to escape alone. Besides, I can also clearly feel that one of my brothers is on this planet now. And who else could it be but Guilliman?"

The man was the Primarch of the Death Guards of the Fourteenth Legion. Mortarion, the Pale King, who betrayed the Emperor and joined Nurgle during the Great Crusade, learned that his brother Guilliman had emerged from his slumber. After waking up, in order to sacrifice his soul to Nurgle to prove his worth, Mortarion, now a demon prince, planned this action almost immediately.

However, this plan did not receive much support. From the beginning, Nurgle himself was not very optimistic about this plan. He gave many warnings like an old father, but all of this was ignored by Mortarion. Forgetting it, he wanted to prove himself by personally defeating his hated brother Primarch.

"Even if Guilliman is really not here, then we can still choose to dedicate the five hundred worlds and the lives in them to our father. I believe he will be very happy. We must not waste all our efforts at this time. In that case, we are waiting for you It must be the wrath of the Plague Father, and we must seize this only remaining opportunity to prove ourselves."

Hearing this, Kugas scratched his chin with his fat left hand.

"But the power of the Ashes Alliance has joined the battle of Parmenio. Father Plague has warned us more than once that we are not the opponents of those foreigners yet. Now I can't even deploy a plague that can play an role in the alliance. They They are blessed with powers similar to those of the cursed ones, they are a group of quite troublesome guys."

"Also, don't forget about that machine. That thing wiped out our vanguard army in the blink of an eye."

The giant was referring to the giant Cyberlux battle body that had fallen from the sky and appeared outside the city of Delos not long ago. In front of that thing, even the Plague Titan in the Plague Legion could only be easily crushed like a toy. In Kugath's opinion, it was almost impossible to break through the last fortress of mankind, Delos City, with that thing guarding it, so he had to remind him again.

"Brother Mortarion, I know what you want, but my father has lost his patience. We don't have so much time to waste here."

When Mortarion heard this, he was obviously a little shaken. The exhaust port behind his power armor was rapidly spewing toxic gas from the planet Barbarus, which was proof of his depressed mood.

At this time, a skinny old man nailed to the pillar of the hall not far away suddenly reacted and looked at Mortarion below with pure black pupils. It was a demon host and in his body was a demon under Tzeentch. Due to long-term contact with the plague, his skin was already covered with horrible pustules.

Shortly after the battle in Los City ended, this strange guy appeared alone in Mortarion's camp and claimed that he could provide help to the Death Guards.