Be the savior from Frostpunk

Chapter 166
When Thorn's fingers touched Typhus's power gun, a terrible feeling of foreboding appeared on the surface of his skin, and it stabbed raw.

"Forget it, let's leave these things to the engineers. As warriors, it is most important for you and me to find ways to find a suitable weapon. Your bolter can be handed over to my team for upgrade and maintenance, how about it? As for Powered armor, from what I remember, the lower body of the powered armor you use does not have power support, and there is no strong enough metal plate to cast it here, so you can only wear the lowest level steam-powered armor first."

Calmly, Typhus moved aside the disassembled coils from the weapon in his hand.

As he expected, the Thunder Warriors of the Pseudo-Emperor had almost no experience in contact with Chaos. When a normal Astartes saw them again, they would never touch the weapons and equipment used by the Chaos Space Marines without any protection.

As for whether ordinary people would be affected, Typhus didn't care.

The technological knowledge buried in his long-term memory began to come alive, almost making him feel that he might return to a human state.

He pointed to the shock tower structure in front of him and began to provide valuable suggestions in an easy-to-understand manner and with knowledge that was at least a level above the current technology.

Every Astartes is a master of battle. If the people from the Imperial Fist are here, they are more experienced in this kind of defensive battle with a huge difference in strength.

But this does not mean that the interstellar warriors extended from the gene seeds of other Primarchs have no ability to deal with this kind of battlefield. Even the Astartes with other distinctive combat styles will not abandon the most basic combat literacy. (except in some cases)

Thorne stood back behind Li Jianghao and listened quietly to Typhonse's explanation.

Taylor rubbed his eyes. In his consciousness, he could no longer see the hateful and ugly side of Typhons. Instead, there was a tall and handsome young man who guided the world under the light of reason. people.

If the Primarch is a demigod to the Astartes, he is a father.

Then the Astartes are no different from demigods to mortals.

The engineers hungrily indulged in Typhus's explanation, and the soft voice guided their thoughts easily.

Typhons was very satisfied with his performance, but he also had a little doubt.

Although his current body is an Astartes body specially given by his loving father without much physical variation, his soul essence is still Chaos Nurgle's chosen god, Captain Typhons of the Death Guard.

His will can easily seduce mortals into corruption.

He could see that people were indeed addicted to it, and even their consciousness fluctuated in line with the tone of his voice.

But they have not been corrupted, and there is no trace of corruption. Even if the psyker looked directly at his true face, it was only fear.

It's as if the warp here is so peaceful that no power of Chaos can touch it and get any response.

Forget it, Japan has a long way to go.

Typhus decided to focus on the Father's mission, and in his own timeline Mortarion's attempt to forcibly kill Guilliman caused the False Emperor to light a fire in the Father's garden.The loving father is very dissatisfied with the death guards, and he must regain the loving father's favor as soon as possible.

By the way, he once again proved that he was much stronger than his indecisive father!
Over the next three days, the infected groups that slowly spread out from the edge of the camp were cleared out by Mars' shelter and the camp.

The factories in New London and the military buildings in the camp are fully producing ammunition that can be adapted to the power guns of the Plague Army. Although the power is not as good as the original ones, in the hands of Chaos Space Marines, the power they can exert is stronger than that of mutant soldiers. Too much.

After replenishing the ammunition, the Plague Army was taken to the infected area further north, which is where 10,000+ infected people gathered in the center of the collapsed valley around the north of the camp.

Before facing the horde of corpses in Phoenix City to the south, the infected here should also be cleaned up.

They didn't have this strength before, but now that they have the World-Purge Plague Army, they no longer have to keep this time bomb buried behind their home.

Even among those infected, I don’t know when a relatively large number of fifth-generation infected appeared, but they have no ability to resist in front of the Plague Army.

The purge operation lasted twenty hours.

The Plague Soldiers were slightly dissatisfied with having to use weapons to kill the infected in such an inefficient way.

But when I think about sending 10,000+ twisted dead people to the eternity of a loving father, I feel happy.

After the bullets were shot, no one even went back to the set logistics location to get new ammunition. Instead, they raised their tomahawks and rushed into the tide of corpses.

That's why the fight lasted so long.

Armed with a full weapon set, with the kind of poisonous gas that can make a dead man die again, they can solve the problem in 10 minutes.

If the ammunition is sufficient and continuous, it can be solved by spending more time and two hours.

Although it was a bit slow to personally bring the blessing of the loving father to the battle, it also seemed that he was working hard.

The active-minded Jingshi Epidemic Army no longer struggles and enjoys the process.

Only Typhons was dissatisfied, but he was more than happy to understand the world. While the plague army was enjoying it, he crossed the tide of corpses by himself, followed his intuition, and came to the place Li Jianghao explored for the first time. Underground Research Institute.

It was also there that they met the first fifth-generation infected poison-spitting zombie, and the arm of a banshee.

What surprised Typhons was that the place where his intuition directed him to actually made him feel a hint of the demonic aura of the Nurgle faction. This was the first time on this remote planet where the ancient wells in the subspace were quiet.

Among those walking corpses, some of the fifth-generation infected who have escaped the infection caused by prion particles and showed physical dissimilation seem to come from here.

He easily tore off the cover of the elevator shaft and jumped down from above.

The height of tens of meters did not have any effect on it, and the thick power armor stepped on the floor of the enclosed space, making a loud noise.

Within a few minutes, Typhons walked to the place where Li Jianghao had obtained the core of the airtight cabin.

Different from the calm and calm at that time, Typhus saw countless mortal bodies stacked together, similar to the human-shaped urn imitating the father's crucible, in which the rotten and foul-smelling liquid turned into soup and gathered and boiled, a fresh infected person Being thrown into it, instantly destroyed its nerves, fell to the bottom, and became a part of this stack.

"Whispering—!"

A human figure in a lab coat slowly turned around and stared at Typhons. His rotting face couldn't fix his jaw, and his voice was always a bit leaky.

"Hello, welcome to visit Institute No. 113! We will provide you with specialized and professional inhibitor injection and pathogen treatment services."

"No need, just take care of yourself."

(End of this chapter)