Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 451 2.31 Little Death Guard Finds Lao Mo

Large tracts of farmland were burning, and the flames were swaying.

The straw crackled in the unbridled fire, and the smell of burning and decaying together hit the souls of the soldiers, but they still moved forward steadily.

The fire lizards will like this fire.

Vox thought, holding the scale poison fire flamethrower modified by the Death Guard, he walked forward in the farmland. Yax is a typical agricultural planet, where more than 95% of the land is planted with crops.

The remaining 5% is a crowded living area, as well as a fertilizer factory and a crop processing plant.

Vox doesn't like it here, which is different from Barbarus.

In order to supply food to the entire star region, the sky of Yax has long been covered by the polluted gas discharged by the fertilizer factory. The sky and rivers are poisonous, and only genetically modified plants can survive on the fertile land. For mortals, they are even slightly corrosive.

But from what Vorx had learned about the Warp, he knew who would favor this land.

He walked silently in the flames, the flames burned through his armor, and from time to time, corpses with charred skin and cracked skin were spit out from the fire.

The wounds overflowed with smelly pus.

Vorx had no expression, and the phosphorus fire in his hand sprayed flames to ensure that every potential source of disease was eliminated.

According to the original plan, the Death Guard relied on the fire to force out the enemies hiding in the farmland one by one.

The roaring swarms of flies fell under the burning of the poisonous fire, and the plague zombies that staggered forward were bombed by warships before they showed their heads, and the Nurgle beasts dragging their long tails were roasted to death before they could crawl out of the farmland.

From time to time, there would be huge explosions in the farmland in the fire, and pus would splash. Vorx was sure that they had burned some kind of creature.

The highly toxic phosphorus fire moved forward, devouring any life it touched with a greedy attitude.

In order to prevent the enemy from developing resistance to poison, after consultation between Garro, Vox and Malcador, the Death Guard selected three phosphorus bombs with different toxicities.

Different fuels were used in different areas. The gray, light green and blood-red phosphorus fires complemented each other.

The only thing in common was that under Malcador's insistence, the subsequent smoke output of these phosphorus bombs was very large.

The smoke and dust floated up. The fierce fire now made the smoke and dust look like gauze, but Vox knew that as long as the flames disappeared, the mist on this land would be difficult to dissipate all day.

Reports from other companies came, and Vox opened the communication channel,

"The Death Guard have arrived at the designated location."

For this operation, all 14 companies of the Death Guard were dispatched, plus the warships that occupied air superiority, and the Cerberus Vehicle Company that followed the soldiers and moved slowly forward. Sufficient troops brought crushing.

Vox took a deep breath and stared ahead. In front of the fire, which was gradually dying out, was a fertilizer plant surrounded by two irrigation canals and a sewage canal. Rivers flowed in from both ends and were then polluted by the toxic water discharged from the fertilizer plant.

This was the largest fertilizer plant on the planet, as big as a small city. According to Malcador's instructions, the Death Guard surrounded it in large companies in equal proportion.

Strange... tactics.

This was definitely not a tactic that would be made according to normal tactics. It was more like a layout with some symbolic meaning. As the temporary commander of the legion, Vox certainly knew what Malcador was going to do.

He felt his brain trembling. For a Death Guard who was carefully taught by the Primarch to stay away from the warp, everything that followed might be too exciting.

... Mortarion was a sorcerer... psyker, Vox thought. Was this, to some extent, the answer to why he tried to teach the Death Guard numerology, but the accuracy rate of others, except for that crazy sage, was less than 5%?

Because - that was not science at all.

Vox's mood was very subtle.

When Malcador said that they couldn't summon Mortarion on the Death Guard's fleet because there were too many anti-psychic devices on the Death Guard.

Vox and Garro's mood was extremely subtle.

He had always hated his father who was a psychic, but it turned out that he was a psychic with extremely high psychic talent.

Then the words he used to scold psychics... wouldn't they be... scolded back?

Vox interrupted this absurd idea in time. He focused on the factory in front of him. The fire was extinguished, and white mist rose. It was coming.

In the hazy and choking smoke, Vox saw the faint Death Guard armor behind the remaining straw on the side of the river bank, the bone white and the miserable green were looming.

He expected that he would be the same on the other side.

"It's a pity that you don't have a battle cry," Malcador said regretfully in the cabin. According to Mortarion's request, the Death Guards all marched in silence and never shouted. "Otherwise you could shout at him." The old man teased Karas, but for the Pale Lord, silence itself was a part of his concept. This was a summoning spell. The conditions changed, but the process remained the same. As long as the opponent responded to them (or did not respond but the summoning spell was strong enough), they could also summon a Tzeentch demon. Karas was silent, and he felt his heart pounding. The next moment, Karas was swallowed by white light.

...The dazzling light dissipated, and Karas found himself standing in an empty, huge factory. The tall high-temperature furnace stood like a forest, and it was difficult to see its top at a glance.

Malcador and the Gray Knights were gone, leaving Karas alone.

Calastyphon took a deep breath,

"—Mortarion?!"

He let out a high-pitched cry, and the patterns on the mistletoe behind him began to extend as if alive. They snaked under his feet, guiding him on the correct path.

Karas started running,

"Mortarion?! Mortarion!"

Karas coughed violently,

"Mortarion, answer me! Answer the Death Guard! You have to wake up! Your situation is very dangerous - you have to wake up!"

Still no response, Karas thought for a moment and continued shouting,

"grim Reaper!"

He yelled, "I know you're upset! I mean - it's not that frustrating to realize you're a psyker! See! I'm a psyker!"

Mortarion is a psyker, or even some kind of warp being far beyond a psyker. Karastifon decided to put this at the top of the list of the coldest jokes he has ever heard in his life, unless there is stronger competition. For example, Hades is actually a psyker, otherwise he would always be at the top of the list.

He shouted, and Karas's voice gradually became quieter, not because the voice he shouted was tired, but because he gradually entered another world of silence.

After all the sound disappeared, the white mist gradually surged up, and Carastiphon saw those bone-white guys.

A smaller version of the Death Guard.

They stood on the iron frame of the factory, on the assembly line that had long since stopped, hiding in the corners of the machinery, staring at him intently.

Karas was sure that at some point, he felt something creepy.

Each Death Guard has its own unique pauldron pattern. Except for the Death Lord himself, who can read all of them, others can only read part of them.

Karas was sure he saw the patterns on the pauldrons of several dead men.

He subconsciously stepped lightly as if he had realized something. Karas raised his head and looked between the tall steel furnace matrix——

At that moment, Karas felt his vital signs stop for a moment.

There was no sound. The guy was sitting on top of the highest steel furnace. The white mist was flowing down. It was motionless and did not look at Karas. It just lowered its head and sat there, doing nothing.

It was not wearing armor, just a withered cloak like a god of death, pale and dim in color, with hoarfrost climbing on it, outlining a certain pattern - it was like the human eyes imitated by some insects in nature.

But what shocked Karas most was not just that. He stared at it, and behind it—

There is a pair of folded wings.

The huge, bony wings of some insect, the same color as the cloak, looked like dead leaves fallen in late autumn, with ragged edges, and the ridges of the wings were held up by white bones.

If it were Karas in the past, Karas would have shouted a hidden, psionic alien the moment he saw this thing.

But now, Karas can only ask cautiously,

"Mortarion?"

There was no sound, and the existence paid no attention to him.

It reminds Karas of moths, those that stop on the wall as if they have never left in a lifetime, still, motionless, and unpredictable by humans.

So what should he do?

Karas remembered Malcador's instructions and he struggled to pick up the mistletoe. This was a bit too difficult for Fearless.

He raised the scythe,

"Hey! Death, look here!"

The next moment, the being turned his head,

Not only did he turn his head, but he also rushed towards him like a real moth seeing the light source.

"Hey! Wait-don't come here-! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

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