Chapter 233 225. Hello, alien, your natural disaster is coming (5)
[That day, Pluto sent down death and salvation. 】
【Pluto led the armies and tore open the bloody road leading to the main city. The flesh and blood of aliens withered under their feet. The miserable screams were silent in the underworld. Darkness fell, but hope still existed.
The living bear witness to great deeds, and the dead can sleep in peace.
May the glory of Om Messiah last forever, may we witness the miracles, and may we be His chosen missionaries for the new era. 】
Black sky, yellow sand, dust storms everywhere, yellow sky without sight.
A violent explosion erupted from the wasteland they had long lost, the sky trembled, and the alien fleets gathered, but under the sandstorm, no one knew what was happening over there.
Fat mixed with flesh and blood dried up on the sand, and every inch was filled with corpses. The metal skeletons of the sages slept together with the metal shells of the aliens.
He trembled and huddled in the trench. He was dead. Everything was over. The battle line he was holding on to had been defeated. The tall aliens were searching for the last survivor in the trench. Screams rang out from the other side of the yellow sand from time to time. He is constantly reminded that he too will die.
Blood and rust were mixed together, and the gloomy smell of rust filled his senses. He felt that his insides were becoming chaotic, and bad thoughts were crawling up like crazy.
Footsteps sounded, and he could imagine the four-legged monster walking on the sand. He took a deep breath as silently as possible, and hugged the melt bomb in his arms tightly. He was trembling, and the sand behind him was rough. Looking at him.
For the Ohm Messiah, for the Ohm Messiah, he kept thinking in his heart, death is not terrible, death is not terrible. The
footsteps of the aliens became louder, and he was ready.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out, accompanied by the sudden neigh and the sound of the blade breaking.
[Hey, sage, reinforcements have arrived, put down the bomb in your hand. 】
The radio wave that came carried the visitor's data, and he opened his mouth. Is that the Death Guard with a brand new legion name?
He stood shakily, a hand helping to drag him out of the trench, his sensors telling him that a wall stood in front of him.
Bright light shone from the distant wasteland, penetrated the dust in the sky, and hit the armor of the Space Marine against the light. The logos of the Mechanicus and the Death Guard were intertwined.
Behind him, the corpses of aliens were piled up, and blood was seeping out, tick, tick.
The unusual feeling trembled in his soul, and he suddenly became calm, like boiling water, with an oppressive coldness.
It was like the soul breathed a sigh of relief under the deep sea. High pressure and suffocation surrounded him, but the malice above the water was far away.
[I am Hades, the commander of the Death Guard, and I have been ordered to destroy the alien race. I need your guidance, sage. 】
Om Messiah.
As the Hades army advanced, a ragged and dilapidated team hung on the outside of their team. They were the surviving sages. In the previous war that was as slow as a stone mill, most of them They were all crushed, they were confused and depressed.
What makes Hades feel uneasy is that the souls of these sages all have more or less unstable parts. Just in case, he has been diluting the black domain to the greatest extent, which will inevitably make those sages inherently unstable. The fragile soul is even more unstable, but the current situation no longer allows for anything else.
The sages in the team fell into unconsciousness from time to time, while their companions continued to drag them forward. The parts and the red robes were dragged on the ground and flowed all the way.
Under the leadership of the Sage, Hades led the seventh company to smoothly kill through the alien army surrounding the main city.
No, that's just what they think.
Hades looked at the skeleton of a Memanik in silence. The thick rust was like its second coat, breathing and growing.
The further they advanced towards the main city, the more obvious these traces of rust became. The orange rust even replaced the river of blood, crawling up the metal of the sages and aliens.
The consciousness of the people and aliens fighting here is no longer clear, and they are fighting each other in a muddle-headed manner. Little do they know that the rust crawling under their feet is the real fatal thing. In the area with the thickest rust, a wound can be fatal. You can let these rusts cling to it and actively destroy a soul.
This is also the reason why Hades and the others are moving forward so smoothly. Both sides of this war have obviously become dizzy.
Hades frowned and tried to use the black domain to detect the rust stains - sure enough, the rich aura of the subspace was attached to it.
[Alert, there are psychic creatures. 】
Hades reminded, and at the same time further spread the black area. They moved forward carefully. Where the troops arrived, large areas of the yellow rust withered away, and the remainder dried up.
He looked up and saw that the outline of the main city was blurred in the yellow sand, giving off an ominous aura.
Mortarion frowned.
"The armor of the troops who are in contact with the enemy begins to rust quickly?"
"Is it isolated?"
Leo, the pharmacist opposite Mortarion, nodded and gave Mortarion a positive answer. The original body pondered, It sounds like some kind of disease, but why spread a disease that doesn't kill people?
In the picture transmitted by Leo, the rust in the isolation room has been covered with a thick layer. The spore-like rust has even floated, rising and falling in the air, growing tenaciously on the ingredients prepared by the pharmacist. in the disinfectant.
And through fighting with the enemy, Mortarion could judge that this was not a disease deliberately spread by the aliens. In fact, those aliens also suffered greatly from it.
If it were normal Mortarion, he would leave the matter to the pharmacists and technical sergeants, but he couldn't relax at this time when he remembered the strange ship from before.
"Galo, you are in charge of the current fleet battle. Remember, pay attention to the signals from Hades and the others on Rust's main star, and do not allow alien ships to support the main star." These aliens still cannot understand and imagine such a sacrifice
. In terms of fighting style, Mortarion easily allowed Hades' fleet to break through, at the cost of a small number of light cruisers that confused the enemy.
"Call the Zero Company over, Pharmacist Leo, take me to check the situation."
The troops responded quickly, or in other words, Hades taught the Zero Company well.
Led by the Gravekeeper, several tall mechas, a group of silent untouchables, and two strange oil guys, there is no team more bizarre than this.
Ignoring the slightly fearful untouchable mortals, Mortarion stared at the tall mecha in silence, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling echoing from his soul, disgust, it was like this.
[Lord Mortarion, we respond to your call. 】
An unfamiliar female voice came, and Mortarion felt with satisfaction the infinite anger contained in that voice.
This one will be shorter, there is another one today. Wait for me to code, eh eh eh.
(End of chapter)