Chapter 602: War in the Gothic Sky (VI) The Unbroken
Tear!
The lightning swirled and extinguished, and the dissociated ozone in the air was like a layer of rough stone. While filling the entire corridor, it also wiped away the foul-smelling supernatural fog.
The power belonging to Nurgle was dispelled, and in the narrow space in reality, the smell of corpses and blood became dominant again.
Looking towards the edge of reality and illusion, such a tragic scene is just a foil to the real battle.
The minions of the born have just been erased from reality, but the wails of the unborn are still echoing there.
The heavily armed Gray Knights were walking through the smoke-filled corridors. Outside the staggered portholes, there was a sky full of close-defense interception fire and dense landing vehicles.
The burning sound of hiss, the twisting sound of steel being unable to bear the weight after being rusted...
With the arrival of the Death Guards, the rotten rust marks, scars, and even naturally occurring blasphemous runes that appeared on the surface of the steel were being violently cleaned by the power of order as the silver-armored giants passed through. Smoke billows like smoldering herbs.
However, destruction is destruction. Although the source of pollution has disappeared, like all erosion, what is left in reality is still a mess.
Boom!
The sound of steel boots hitting the ground was particularly abrupt in the corridor that had just been a battlefield.
The leader of a group of gray knights was looking at the corpses of two giants at his feet to find the whereabouts of the remaining enemies.
——Death Knell, dedicated to the warriors of Mortarion and the God of Decay.
This kind of Astartes warrior with a highly alienated body, carrying a huge bronze clock on his back, is also an iconic presence in the entire Death Guard Legion.
They serve as outposts in the large companies of the legion, and before the main force of the legion arrives, they use the terrifying supernatural bells to announce to mortals that the "apocalypse" represented by the plague is about to come.
This kind of behavior seems weird, but in the eyes of Calvin, who has mastered the secret of the inscription, their behavior seems to be self-indulgence, but the essence is still that after being completely transformed by the evil god, they are unknowingly fulfilling the evil god's will. Just will.
Announce, show; brew, and then start.
Singers, this is the definition made by Calvin from the perspective of inscription and authority after understanding their mission.
These warriors, who are burly and bloated, and combine the contradictions of corruption and rebirth, ugliness and solemnity, the true meaning of their existence is definitely not ordinary killing and spreading fear.
Even they themselves are insignificant, just one of the countless Death Guard who succumb to Nurgle. But the clock they carried and the mortals who had lost their minds and been corrupted and twisted allowed Calvin to see the subspace nature of this legion.
A ritual is still a ritual.
This is the precursor to a ceremony, and it is also a tribute to Nurgle before the ceremony ends.
Therefore, all the traitors controlled by the gods are the arms they rely on to intervene in reality and further declare their own existence.
Sadly, they are unaware of this and think they have gained the truth of the universe and eternal freedom.
Just like Mortarion before his fall, beneath the surface of his hysterical dislike of psychic powers, there was an obsession and obsession with the mysticism behind special numbers.
This Chaos Astartes army, now reduced to Nurgle's minions, has also changed its essential function from spreading Nurgle's "name" and "righteousness".
And this is the brilliance of the gods:
These demons who have caused countless blood debts and sins to the real universe and the human empire do not care at all about the outcome of the battles that almost destroyed the empire.
Because they are only destroying and spreading, and this behavior itself has already achieved the wishes of the owner of their souls.
As for Mortarion and other demonic primarchs, their desire to win or lose in specific wars is nothing more than a little bit of personal grudges and fun against the background of achieving the grand strategic goals of the gods.
For the Nurgle's Name!
There was a war cry at the corner of the corridor ahead, and a Plaguebringer was turning his steps, roaring and pointing a cursed heavy bolter at Calvin.
The dark green bullets instantly cut through the space, occupying the entire narrow corridor, and behind him, several Death Guards waved their scythes over the hail of bullets and charged in the direction of Calvin.
Two and a half meters versus two and a half meters;
The ancient Barbarus warriors face off against the new generation of Gray Knights.
The distance of more than a hundred meters passed by in a flash. Looking at the gray knights who were getting taller and taller, the not so clear brains of the Death Guards seemed to finally show hesitation due to the huge difference in height between them.
But the battle had already begun. Calvin, who had disguised himself as an ordinary Gray Knight, lowered his head and looked at the opposite side. While standing sideways, he chose to face the battle in front of him with the intensity of a standard Gray Knight.
Block!
The psychic shield that opened instantly rippled under the impact of the dense rain of bullets.
Corresponding to the ice-blue eyepiece of the Crusader-type tactical helmet, the scarlet rune index is marking the rapid decline in the strength of the psychic shield.
Then, it’s beheading!
"The Emperor's blessing!"
The Honor Guard behind them completed the condensation of their strength and stepped forward, slashing forward with their halberds smudged by thunder!
And the shield on his body, which is also a Holy Shield Terminator, just takes over the firepower shouldered by Calvin!
As for the original body, at the moment when his body was blocked, he shook the charged blue claw blades in his hands, and then walked towards this group of unlucky people who didn't know who he was facing with a ferocious smile.
laugh!
The Fury's halberd split the Death Guard in front of him in half, both human and armor. In the next moment, the five claw blades in the hands of the original body had already left the same fatal and terrifying cracks on his compatriots. .
The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, and then comes to an abrupt end.
The brief but violent strangulation ended after the last death guard fell.
Similar scenes also occurred on the enemy side of the entire fleet at the same time.
The first wave of contact seemed to have ended, but Calvin, standing in front of the death guard's corpse, looked serious, but seemed to be making up his mind for some kind of dangerous attempt.
He looked carefully at the fallen Death Guard, and found the blasphemous inscription with special meaning on the Mark III helmet that was integrated with flesh and blood.
Under the equally serious and worried gazes of the surrounding Honor Guards, he read out the words that did not belong to reality word for word:
"The one who doesn't... break..."
Deep in the subspace, the will of the Legion awakened from dormancy, as if it had discovered a prey more attractive than the devil!
The concept of the source of authority surges rapidly, urging the huge power of order to grasp the inscription tightly with every existing soul and concept as the fulcrum!
Then, it is to trace its fundamental origin in time and reversely translate its true meaning in subspace!
And at the same time!
The god of decay fell into silence because of the Battle of Moro, and the plagues, germs embodied by his billions of incarnations, and even the Nurglings and Great Unclean Ones in the depths of the subspace also widened their eyes in an instant. , will look at reality with extremely angry and frightened eyes!
who is it!
Who dares to venture directly into the concept of Nurgle itself!
who is it!
Who is coveting the authority of the Lord of corruption and life!
Although this is not a direct confrontation with Nurgle himself, it is just an attempt to analyze the power of Mortarion, the demon prince.
But this is the bottom line that even the gods dare not touch each other in the bloody battle between them for hundreds of millions of years!
war! This is a more naked provocation than the bloody battle of the gods! This is a battle between concepts and authority! The only answer is war and destruction!
In the depths of subspace, billions of incarnations of the corrupt god shouted and conveyed their angry will to reality,
Mortarion, who was at the source and center of the storm, first frowned after sensing his loving father's angry will, and then looked in the direction of the Imperial Navy with a gloomy expression.
He didn't understand, or in other words, his aversion to all witchcraft and his obsession with mysticism made him unable to resist the corruption of Nurgle, but he had never truly understood the core of the gods!
This is a battlefield he has never been exposed to, and it is a level of knowledge that he has never paid attention to or understood!
However, the power of the God of Decay is urging him, and a sense of crisis that is stronger than the battle situation and the death of the legionnaires is also reminding him!
He wanted to do something, but for a moment he couldn't understand what was happening!
who is it? what happened?
Relying on the favor of the God of Decay, he bestowed the power of the Demon Prince on his own offspring, thus creating his own personal kinsman, Mortarion. At this moment, he actually felt like he was being targeted by a predator!
What made him even more dumbfounded and horrified was the deep-seated coldness that had never appeared since his ascension to the devil and was endangering his roots!
renew.
Well, I've come back from the break. Although I don't know how many people are waiting, but... there is still one chapter at 12 o'clock.