Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The Thunderhawk gunship penetrated the morbid fog, its gilded wings constantly exploding with sparks. It was a violent reaction between the corrupt fungus in the air and the blessed wings. It was not something that science could explain. .

"The outside air cannot be breathed, so everyone wears their helmets."

Bell said as he walked through the cabin. He put on his own helmet. The remaining Astartes monks all put on helmets of different colors. They came from different chapters, the Ultramarines, the Nova Warriors, and the Doomsday Eagles. , as well as the Silver Archon, etc. From this, multiple battle groups formed the main body of this assault force.

"Lord Guilliman."

Bell stopped with the bolter in hand. Guilliman stood up in front of him. The original body's tall body bulged momentarily covering most of the cabin. He nodded to Bell, then turned his head to look towards the bright lights. cabin door.

"To reach the destination, repeat, to reach the destination."

"Everyone get ready."

Guilliman put on his helmet, and the voice came directly from the built-in channel. The Astartes behind him clenched their weapons one after another. They looked at the slowly opened cabin door, and there was thick gray outside. Green dark clouds, with roaring sounds coming from time to time.

"Landing, the Thunder Eagle will not stay in the air for long."

As he spoke, Guilliman jumped out of the cabin first. He fell from the sky, and the fungal spores in the air sprinkled all over him. When Guilliman landed, his whole body was covered with a layer of fungi.

The ground beneath his feet and the surrounding air were filled with an unbearable smell. Bell was wrong. Even if he was wearing a helmet and turning the filter to the maximum, he couldn't suppress the smell.

If you were a mortal, even if you were wearing a full set of power armor, you would be infected now. If you were not infected, you would lose half your life. The best case scenario would be vomiting, and the worst case scenario would be mental disorder.

Only the Astartes could survive in this environment, at least, barely. Guilliman was attracted by the laughter and turned his head. Groups of Nurgle zombies and Nurgle demons were rushing towards them. Between them Accompanied by heavily armed Death Guard Space Marines, they raised their bolters and aimed at Guilliman.

The zombies and demons surged up the stairs like a tsunami. Guilliman stood at the top, like a lone boat in a tsunami. The survivors stood on the canoe, overlooking the raging tide below.

Guilliman did not take action, because he knew it was unnecessary. In the blink of an eye, the Astartes wearing cavalry-type Terminator armor fell on both sides of Guilliman, and their flamethrowers spit out tongues of fire towards the successor. , a large area of ​​walking corpses and Nurgle demons were lit up in the blink of an eye.

Their laughter turned into a distorted look, and their ferocious faces looked at Guilliman above. He was standing on the steps holding a flaming sword. On the steel ropes around him, the heavily armed Astartes fell. Around Guilliman, they quickly launched a fire net, sloping fierce artillery fire all around.

Guilliman turned his head and looked at the tall building behind him. It was unique because it was the only building in the entire pit. In the bottom of the surrounding pit, there were only wreckage and indistinguishable rickets.

Only he still existed, Vitor's precognition pointed them here, Guilliman didn't need anyone to tell him, the Vengeful Son could feel the powerful psychic stance filling the building.

"He's right here."

"It seems like the target is right here, right? It's really easy."

Ragnar said on the side. He stood on the stairs, holding two chain axes and hacking away at the zombies one after another. They fell one by one, but new ones would come up soon. It was hard to watch. The end.

The Terminator's mercury element flame shot into the bottom of the stairs, but it was like escaping into a bottomless sea. The firelight disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like throwing a fluorescent stick from the sea.

"Hold the line!"

After Felix descended from Tiansuo, he raised the bolt gun in his hand and shouted loudly. The surrounding Astartes quickly reached the edge of the stairs. They squatted down, raised their bolt guns and shot down Na with a new round of artillery fire. The bloated demon of dirt, the Terminator stepped forward, tilting its Hellfire multi-barreled cannon to rain endless bullets.

The Thunderhawk gunship left. It was tangled in flying Nurgle flies and was forced to leave immediately, but before leaving, he left one last gift for the commandos.

The Thunderhawk gunship flew over the heads of the corpses, and the incendiary bombs it projected spread instantly on these pus-filled demons and death guards. The fire swept down the entire staircase, and the fire wind blew up and made everyone's shirts , cockscomb helmets, and blessing scrolls below the erosion all flew up.

In the flames, Nurgle demons continued to rush forward. They were burning with fire, and their bulky bodies rushed out of the flames, running towards the stairs with a silly smile.

"Sir, let's stay here for the rest, and you can lead the team in."

Felix would not hesitate to do this kind of mission that was dangerous and likely to lead to death. It was a pity that Sicarius was not here, otherwise he would definitely compete with Felix for this mission in front of the original body.

Guilliman nodded silently, then turned around and stepped into the huge department store door. Bell, Lancelot, and the other Astartes followed him and rushed into the building. Felix turned around behind him. , he stood at the top of the stairs, raising the sword in his hand facing the tsunami-like demons below.

"Emperor, bear witness to me."

He said in a pious voice, then raised his sword and slashed the head of the laughing Nurgle Demon with one sword.

"This looks like a shopping mall, quite big."

Lancelot followed the team, his helmet flashlight sweeping the walls around. Department store stores were displayed one by one around, with goods, clothes and home appliances in boxes around.

"Yes, it's just that the hygiene conditions are not up to standard."

"What? Occupational disease attack? Bell."

"I guess so, but it doesn't need multiple professions, anyone can see it."

Yes, the surrounding shopping malls are covered with fungal blankets everywhere, the fleshy mucous membranes engulf everything, and the rest is flooded by fungi with disgusting odors.

Even with a helmet, the unconcealable smell still keeps pouring into the nasal cavity, and the superhuman respiratory organs of the Astartes themselves cannot filter it out, so everyone can only endure the smell.

But fortunately, the sisters of silence were present, and several sisters from the order were in the team with the Astartes. The power they exuded allowed the space they were in to dispel the smell. Although it was still stinky, it was still breathable.

They followed Guilliman on both sides, their high braids swaying with the giant swords in their hands. They were protecting the primarch. Indeed, in such a place full of the corrupt power of the warp, only they were the most suitable for this task.

The remaining Astartes followed the psykers. The psychic elites from the Ultramarines and multiple chapters joined the commando. They released psychic fields at all times to prevent the infectious fungal spores around them from touching the Astartes.

Although armor can resist surface pollution, the real pollution of Nurgle is at the soul level. The power of psychic energy cannot be explained or blocked by science.

Bell was very happy that they were here. He didn't want to go back and clean up the pollution on himself and others. That would be a big project. There is a way to cure Nurgle's pollution, but it will take a lot of time and many times more resources.

The commando entered the main hall of the mall. This is the core of the entire square and the location of most pedestrian streets and shops. Therefore, it is particularly large, with layers of floors and elevators above the heads of the Astartes.

"Where is that thing?"

A Nova Warrior in the team asked, holding a bolter and walking away from the Astartes who were in alert formation, the dazzling beam of the flashlight flickered around in the blink of an eye.

"Is it here? It's dirty here too."

Lancelot was right, this place is simply a polluted place among polluted places, with more fungal mats and tumors than outside, and thicker, thick fungal tapestries hanging down from the dome, extending to a place very close to the surface.

In the dark environment, there are still some things squirming, and their tiny sounds make people's scalps numb. Bell looked around from the helmet, and the spotlight kept sweeping across the surrounding walls. "My monitoring data is off the charts. Damn it. If you take off your helmet here, you will be melted from the inside if you take a breath." "Hey, beautiful lady, are you really okay? Your helmets are not complete." The helmets of the silent sisters only have half a mask, and half of their faces are exposed. The leader Shayna Kili turned around and clenched her sword. "Someone is here." "Where?" Before the question and answer session was over, the new star warrior was picked up all of a sudden. He was caught by the long fungal tentacles hanging on the roof. At the top of there, when the flashlight was shone, there were a large number of densely packed squirming insect eggs, their surfaces were squirming, and shadows were swimming under them. All the eggs exploded and giant flies of Nurgle emerged from them. They opened their honeycomb mouths and laughed, devouring the Nova Marines in an instant, and then swooped down on the Astartes and Sisters in the hall.