Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"Let's do it, and give the father's blessing to these ordinary people who have been fooled by the corpse emperor." Gurlo said, striding forward, and the other plague warriors made way for their lords to pass.

The armor of the Plague Warriors was oozing with foul-smelling liquid, stretched out by their bloated bodies, and covered with a layer of green flies, emitting a disgusting stench and a miserable green mist from the inside out.

"Let us bring those fools the gift of a loving father." Gurlo's deputy also spoke, his voice sounded like a rotten throat, but he was able to speak.

It followed closely behind Gurlo, carrying a flesh-and-blood power hammer to the battlefield, its distillation equipment and experimental plague grenade clanging.

It is worth introducing that Gurlo's deputy is a plague alchemist, who can create terrible plagues through the deployment of different germs and viruses, which can easily poison the world of the entire empire, and even spread to other worlds, bringing countless pain and suffering. die.

The threat posed by plague alchemists is far more terrifying than other plague fighters. They will poison those imperial worlds they come into contact with, and even make sacrificial rituals to sacrifice the imperial world and make it the garden of Nurgle.

"Praise the Father."

"Gift, bring them a gift."

"Father's love."

"Eliminate the corpse emperor."

The rest of the Plague Warriors cheered, brandishing rusty bolters, sword maces, and plague lances with rotting spouts, and followed Gurro for the final assault.

Gurlo, who was walking in the front, raised the huge plague ax in his hand, and let out a hoarse, terrifying battle cry, "We are the sons of Mortarion, we are the embodiment of plague and death."

The other plague warriors also echoed the same battle cry, the roar of artillery fire sounded, and the artillery controlled by the demon engine and the traitors bombarded the fortress again.

The plague shells flew towards the flickering shield of the fortress, and malicious flame petals bloomed on it. A large number of plague poisonous clouds dispersed with the explosion, but were blocked by the shield.

The shield of the fort flickered, obviously reaching its limit.

With the continuous bombardment, the shield generator has reached the verge of overload, and with a few more rounds of bombardment, the fortress will lose the protection of the shield.

Without shields, the fortress will become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered at will.

"Release the gift of the loving father." Gurlo ordered.

Soon, a large number of plague walking corpses were driven from afar.

They were once alive. It is the residents and defenders on the planet, and now they have all become puppets and playthings of Nurgle.

Many walking corpses were still wearing the clothes of the planetary defenders, and their weapons and equipment were hanging on their bodies.

They retain only simple instincts and cannot use weapons.

Gurlo doesn't need them to know how to use weapons. The plague walkers mainly rely on the plague they carry to kill the enemy.

These creatures stared blankly ahead, walking forward in a daze, with green mucus dripping from their teeth-cracked faces.

The rotting stench of rotting flesh and wriggling tentacles filled the air with whimpers from the dead.

Driven by the plague fighters, the plague walking corpses numbly walked towards the fortress, acting as cannon fodder to be consumed.

Tens of thousands of undead swarmed through the ruins, staggering towards the fire defense line of the imperial fortress.

The Plague Warriors followed closely behind, driving away the walking corpses like shepherds.

Behind them, the plague blasters and the like, the demonic engines used for long-range bombing are still bombarding uninterruptedly, making the void shield of the fortress more and more flickering, on and off.

As the enemy entered the optimal attack distance, the firepower of the defenders became active. Heavy laser cannons and cannons roared, harvesting rows of plague-covered mutants.

The artillery fire roared, and countless walking corpses were blown away, blasted into balls of rotten meat, and scattered all over the place.

The huge flamethrower released fire dragons one after another, burning the plague flies that wanted to get close to the defense line into coke.

The laser beam shot out from the bunker and hit the plague walking corpse, making it sizzle, turning into charred corpses that fell to the ground.

The defenders chanted the Emperor's slogan, trying to kill and injure the enemy while saving ammunition as much as possible, trying to repel the enemy again.

The Plague Warriors fought back in the same way. The bolt guns in their hands precisely locked the heavy units and main firepower points of the Imperial defenders, and kept pulling the trigger.

The explosive bombs easily shattered the bodies of ordinary soldiers, destroyed heavy units, and pulled out important firepower points of the imperial defenders, so that they could continue to drive the plague walking corpses forward.

Daemonic engines such as the Plaguebringers were also advancing, unleashing terrible plague shells and poisons to corrupt the human defenders and suppress their firepower.

The Imperial defenders tried their best, even using melta bombs strapped to their bodies to try to stop the enemy's attack.

But no matter how hard they tried, facing the fierce attack of the plague fighters, they still retreated steadily, losing positions one after another, and the defense line was constantly compressed.

The plague fighters used their dreadnoughts and demon engines. The terrifying firepower of these behemoths made the defenders miserable with insufficient firepower.

In several defensive battles, they lost a large number of artillery and tanks, and they basically had no heavy firepower in the fortress.

"My merciful emperor, it's really over this time." Jie'an held the binoculars and watched those terrifying, flesh-and-blood fearless mechs coming out of the miserable green mist, followed by the plague walking dead Behind him, he knew that if there was no miracle, the fortress would fall sooner or later.

Plague Warriors also have Dreadnought Mechs, and they are all 10,000-year-old models with better performance. They have also been blessed by the Chaos God, and their combat power is even more terrifying than the Empire's Dreadnought Mechas.

Those dreadnought mechas walked past a burning Chimera personnel carrier. In front of its huge size, the Chimera personnel carrier seemed a bit unattractive.

Fearless hangs a huge cannon on one hand, outputting firepower crazily. The other hand is a hand full of barbs, and there is a big mouth on the chest where Fearless stores the remains of the plague fighter. , a group of eyes blinking near the big mouth, very penetrating.

Jie'an has seen these fearless shots several times. When facing the empire, they are completely crushed, and the defenders can't stop them at all.

He has personally witnessed those Dreadnoughts blowing up a super-heavy fire tank - Baneblade with ease, and the firepower output is really terrifying.

"I don't even have a knight. Damn it, find a squad to be a death squad, and see if I can get closer and blow it up with a melta bomb." Jie'an tried to struggle, to see if he could replace it with his life. A dreadnought mech.

Soon, a small group ran out, and other troops opened fire, and they rushed up with melta bombs strapped to them.

The tactics are very simple, you can detonate the melta bomb if you get close to it, and you can let other teammates detonate it remotely if you die, just send it to it.

It's a pity that although courage is a very precious and rare thing, it can't change anything, especially on the battlefield, let alone turn the tide of the battle.

"It's such a pity, it failed." Seeing the last soldier of the suicide squad shouting the Emperor's slogan was shattered by fearless long-range firepower, Jie'an smiled. He has lived for more than 30 years. called.

"It's these civilians." Jie'an turned his head to look deep into the fortress, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, he knew very well what the consequences of the loss of the last line of defense would be.

Chaos has never had any mercy.

Jie'an raised his head, the shield was flickering, and it seemed that it would be broken in the next second. Through the shield, his prosthetic eyes could see that the gray plague green air had covered the entire sky, the planet had fallen, and their struggle was over. Useless.

They have tried their best, but the outcome is already doomed.

Facing the invincible enemy, they have no chance of winning, and the last thing they can do is shout the emperor's slogan and rush to death.

Suppressing the sadness in his heart, Jie'an drew out his command knife and laser pistol, and turned on the army communicator, "It's a pleasure to fight with you, colleagues, may we all be with the emperor, and may all of you All souls can be accepted by the emperor. The glory of mankind will last forever, and the light of the emperor will shine forever. We will fight to the last moment, and chaos will never yield us."

As Jie'an's words fell, the overwhelmed shield flickered a few times, and then disappeared completely.

The plague bomb landed in the fortress, setting off an explosion and plague poisonous fog, and screams and cries came from the fortress.

The desperate voices of the civilians resounded throughout the fortress.

Everyone knows that their last moment has come.

Plague Walkers and Plague Warriors broke through the defenders' line of fire and started a frenzied massacre on the last stand.

The defenders also tried to use hand-to-hand combat to hold the last front and maintain the last dignity of human beings.