Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The laser beam penetrated the gap between the priest's statues and hit the laughing head. He exploded instantly, but even before he fell to the ground, there was still a silly smile on that ugly and hideous face.

Major Charles now couldn't understand why Nurgle's men were laughing and what they were laughing at, but there was no doubt that they loved to laugh, and when they gathered together.

Nurgle zombies laughed and came from the street in groups. No, it would be more appropriate to say that they surged. They were like an endless tide, composed of rotten bodies and vicious smells. Even with a gas mask, you can still smell the smell of that range.

Charles raised his gun and shot the zombies, but as soon as he fell down, more than ten Nurgle zombies took his place. Their number was so large that the lasers on the battlefield hit them, just like hitting a stone into deep water, but if it was the latter, it would probably be better, at least there would be some splashes.

Charles and his men's firepower seemed to be hit into the abyss, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, while the zombies were like nothing happened. They continued to laugh wildly and move forward, swarming in groups and overwhelming.

"Ah!!!!"

The front position was breached, and the heavy bolt machine guns set up there fired fiercely at the front, but both the bullets and the muzzle fire disappeared instantly as if they were sucked into the night, along with its shooters.

Nurgle zombies rushed into the position, and in the blink of an eye everyone disappeared, or to be more precise, all the living people disappeared. Nurgle's zombies knocked them down and bit deep into their necks. In just a moment, they stood up again, but the people who stood up again were no longer living people.

Charles raised his gun, aimed at one of the men's heads and fired.

"Major! Sergeant Deb is dead!" The auxiliary soldier carrying the radio rushed to Charles' side, holding his gun, shouting with bloodshot eyes wide open.

"I saw it, Private Horst! My order to you is to lie down!" Charles roared and shot the head of the private named Horst.

"Major, we can't hold on! Let's retreat!" The auxiliary soldier shouted, he buried his head, and the explosion outside splashed a pool of dirty blood.

"Our order is to hold the position, and the captain of the Astarte has clearly ordered it." Charles continued to shoot, his face was illuminated by red light for several times, and then fell into silence, Charles cursed, "Ammunition! Give me ammunition."

No one responded to him, Charles turned his head suddenly, and just as he was about to curse at the new recruit, he found that he had stood up, but not because of courage, he laughed.

"Damn it."

Charles blocked in front of him with the butt of his gun, and the new recruit whose name he didn't know rushed over. He was dead, but he stood up again, and his yellow teeth spit out a foul smell in his wild laughter.

"Soldier! Keep quiet until your superior tells you to reply!" Charles kicked him on the knee. The auxiliary army's reinforced combat boots instantly broke the knee. It had quickly become brittle and turned into something disgusting. Sticky liquid flowed out of the broken bones, and the ground was full of that liquid.

The major threw the recruit over his shoulder to the ground, then stepped forward and blew his head with the butt of a rifle. The silly grinning face was still smiling, even if it turned into a bloody mess, he was still smiling, and flies flew out from between his teeth.

The major quickly stepped back. He stepped back and slapped the fly away. He looked at the zombies who were staggering and laughing. On the street behind them, huge shadows appeared one by one. They also laughed, and there was the sound of bells in their laughter. Over and over again, each sound made the zombies laugh louder.

It also made the hearts of ordinary people feel fear. Charles suppressed his fear. He didn't even dare to take a deep breath. As long as he opened his nostrils a little wider, the disgusting smell would rush into his lungs. He grabbed the gun of the recruit on the ground, and the magazine was still lit.

Charles retreated towards the door of the church. The defense line on the square had collapsed. The position between the magnificent marble columns and the statues along the fountain was submerged. The zombies flipped in, fell into the fountain, fell to the ground, crawled or staggered to drag the soldiers one by one.

They will soon become one of those things and turn around to attack other people. Charles retreated and fired while holding up his gun. He killed several zombies. There was still no end to their number. In the blink of an eye, the square was full of their smiling faces, and even the screams were drowned by those laughter.

The only remaining defense forces fired back and retreated. They gradually retreated to the front of the steps. The beams of light flickered like candles in the wind in the square surrounded by corpses, and they continued to weaken. The laughter was still approaching.

Charles ran out of ammunition. He cursed and threw away his gun. This was his last ammunition. The others around him had almost run out of ammunition. These days, they were almost fighting the entire city. They thought they had sufficient firepower, but now it seemed like they were facing a giant. The giant was huge, with swollen flesh all over his body. He walked with a wild laugh. He rushed through the zombies, and many zombies were crushed by him, but they were all laughing. The thing was also laughing. In the gaping wound on its abdomen, the external intestines were full of disgusting flies.

It rushed over, and Charles pulled out the last dagger. The monster opened its mouth and spit out many smaller things. Those small things laughed and threw themselves at the remaining auxiliary soldiers. They were overwhelmed by these small things. , even the cry was swallowed up by laughter before it could be heard.

Only Charles was left. He was facing the behemoth. He was dead, but Charles was not afraid. He stood in front of the church and held the dagger tightly. "Come on! You stinky things! Come and taste the emperor's knife." !”

The monster jumped in front of Charles. He swung the huge rattle he was holding. Charles screamed and stabbed him with a knife. After a moment, black blood spurted on Charles. He opened his eyes and saw The huge thing had a knife stuck in its chest.

It was not his own, but a larger sword. One arm held it, and then he pulled it out suddenly and the monster fell to the ground. Charles saw the Astartes standing behind him. He swung the sword in his hand, Turning left and right, he swept away the surrounding corpses and opened up an area in the blink of an eye.

"Lord Astartes!"

"Call me Phillips."

The giant lowered his head and said. He was wearing a helmet. After swinging a sword, blood was sprinkled on his face. Charles suddenly turned his head and looked forward. He gripped the dagger and took half a step back. The black zombies were everywhere. The tide was coming towards them.

"Where are the nuns? Damn it, where are those crazy bitch people?!"

"They prayed in the church."

"I don't deny the power of faith, Captain Phillips, but now we need ammunition, firepower, any support, these things are everywhere, turning our people into them!"

Charles turned his head and immediately saw the sword being swung. His head flew out. Phillips withdrew his sword and stepped back up the steps. He held a bolt gun and fired around. The gunfire shot into the zombies and exploded. A piece of flesh and blood.

Several more gunshots rang out among the corpses, and the bolts opened a passage, and the Astartes rushed out from all around. Their bodies were covered with disgusting flesh and blood, and the dirty blood stained the blue armor. The black, horizontal red stripes on the helmet were also deeply covered under the flesh.

"Expand the formation." Phillips ordered. The surrounding Astartes immediately launched a fire net on the steps around him, and violent bolts were fired into the walking corpses. The steps of the church were covered with torn corpses. , their blood quickly turned the white square dim.

Phillips stood on the steps. He fired a few more shots and the bullets were empty. The company commander threw away the gun and wielded the power sword to crush an entire group of zombies. But even with the Astartes' extraordinary body, They were as small as a fallen leaf in this sea of ​​the dead. They were surrounded in front of the stairs, surrounded by those laughing faces.

More Astartes also ran out of bullets. They threw away their guns and used them to hit as many zombies as they could, and then drew out their melee weapons.

Phillips did not want to deny the efforts of the nuns. Although Lord Guilliman taught him to reject religion and blind faith, it was undeniable that the power released by the bones of the living saints in the church during the nuns' day-and-night prayers did help. So busy, it shrouded the area around the church, rendering Nurgle's witchcraft useless.

Without the barrier of faith, they would have been submerged a few days ago, and they might stand up like mortals and become servants of the evil god.

Philipps would not become like that. His life belonged to the Emperor and Guilliman and no one could take it away but them. He would not let his soul fall into the hands of the enemy.

But he also had to admit that they really needed support now, any support, otherwise he wouldn't even have time to activate the reactor in his backpack and explode himself.

The walkers swarmed up the steps, laughing and leaping at Phillips, but suddenly a tongue of fire swept past the Captain, the church door opened and the Sisters of Battle rushed out.

They held flamethrowers and pumped elements into the ocean in front of the stairs. It was completely effective. The fire instantly cleared a large buffer area, and the nuns walked down the steps with the jets in hand.

"Company commander."

"Adele Barna, novitiate."

Felix nodded to her. The nun held a flamethrower, and the long tongue of flames swept across in front of her. "Have you finished praying?"

"I prayed our souls to the Emperor, and he will be waiting for us there."

"That's enough, the time has come."

Phillips raised his power sword and jumped down the stairs. He landed among the zombies and swept through thousands of troops. The sword slashed all around. Sister Adele also rushed in. She held a flamethrower and ignited the surroundings. Laughing forms, they collapsed in the flames, and the laughter echoed around them.

The two of them fought side by side, facing back-to-back the surrounding ocean of enemies. The Astartes and the Battle Sisters also rushed into the battlefield. The pump elemental flames ignited one by one, but they were still as elegant as candles in the wind. And hazy.

Suddenly, a roar of laughter sounded from somewhere, and a bloated Nurgle demon rushed in. Adele's flames immediately sprayed on it, but it rushed over like an innocent person, Nurgle's scribe He swung the bell and knocked the nun away. She fell to the ground, and the flamethrower in her hand was damaged.

"The Emperor's loyal dog."

"Nurgle's bastard."

Captain Felix swung his sword forward, and his power sword struck the clerk's bell. A surge of power instantly exploded between them. Felix flew out, rolled to the ground and stood in a squat position.

Nurgle's scribe smiled, his two mouths, one on his face and one on his belly, laughing together, "You are hopeless, Hounds of the Emperor, you have lost, the thing in the church I can’t save you, this world belongs to my loving father.”

All around, the fires of the Battle Sisters and Astartes were rapidly fading until they disappeared completely, and the demons of Nurgle were everywhere.

"Accept the grace of a loving father, and maybe you can be sublimated."

"Never." Captain Felix tightened his grip on his sword.

Nurgle Scribe came over laughing, "Then join us."

The clerk raised the huge bell, and he aimed it at Felix, but he smashed it crookedly, and with a scream Nurgle's power dispersed from the bell.

The head nun held the sword that was pierced into its knees. The sword shining with holy light sank deeply into the monster's body. It screamed and slapped Sister Zhang flying into Felix's arms. The head nun's helmet flew away. After leaving, showing her face full of blood, Felix held her in his arms and pulled the safety lock on his back.

"Emperor, bear witness to me."

The clerk's smiling face suddenly froze, and a sword was thrust out of his chest. The clerk watched as the sword in his chest was split into two, his bloated body turned into thick water, and his laughter finally turned into a scream. , a desperate scream, and when the scream ended, his soul was annihilated.

"Don't be so hasty to call him."

"Lord Vito."

Felix looked at Vito standing in the thick water. He was not wearing a helmet, but his whole body was shrouded in a faint light. Those unclean things from Nurgle would emit light whenever they saw him, not to mention coming close to him. scream.

Their eyes and bodies were burning. Felix looked at him, and the nun in his arms also opened her eyes and looked at him weakly.

"Hey, beauty."

Vito turned around. A huge roar shook the sky above him, and another figure jumped down. It was a huge figure, more than one.

Behind them, the Terminators slowly raised their heads. They crushed the ground under their feet, and their flashing golden eyes slowly raised. Between them, the Chapter Captain Calgar stood up, clenching his explosive iron fist fiercely. Loaded.

The Terminators surrounded Vito, waiting, waiting, for the last one to fall from the sky.

He fell to the ground, and the blue-gold armor shone with the light of fire, which came from the sword in his hand. He suddenly grasped the sword, and the fire enveloped the sword in the blink of an eye.

Vito also threw the sword down, and lightning instantly rose between the sword tip and the ground.

The smiles of Nurgle ended, because they once again saw the two figures standing side by side. They had seen those two figures countless times, and that first time would always be remembered in their hearts.

1423, the end of the Black Death.