Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 233 225. Hello, foreign race, your natural disaster is coming ([-])

[On that day, Pluto sent down death and redemption. 】

[Pluto led the army and tore open the bloody road leading to the main city. The flesh and blood of alien races withered under their feet, and the tragic neighing was silenced in the underworld. Darkness descended, but hope remained.

The living witness the great deeds, and the dead can also sleep peacefully.

May the glory of the Om Messiah last forever, we witness miracles, and we are His chosen missionaries for the new age. 】

Black sky and yellow sand, dust storms everywhere, the yellow sky can't see the sky.

A violent explosion erupted from the wilderness they had long lost, the sky trembled, and the alien fleet assembled, but under the sandstorm, no one knew what happened 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 alien races.

He curled up tremblingly in the trench, all dead, everything was over, the front line he was defending had already been defeated, tall aliens were searching for the last survivors in the trench, screaming from the yellow sand from time to time, Always remind him that he will also enter death.

Blood and rust were mixed together, and the smell of rust filled his senses. He felt that his inner being became chaotic, and bad thoughts climbed 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 melta bomb in his arms. He was trembling, and the sand behind him was rough with him.

For the Om Messiah, for the Om Messiah, he kept thinking in his heart, death is not terrible, death is not terrible.
The alien's footsteps became louder, and he was ready.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out, accompanied by the hissing that stopped abruptly and the sound of blades piercing the wind.

[Hey, sage, reinforcements have arrived, put down the bomb in your hand. 】

The transmitted radio wave carried the visitor's data, he opened his mouth, is that a brand new Legion name Death Guard?

He stood up trembling, one hand helped him out of the trench, and his sensors told him that a wall stood in front of him.

Bright light shines from the distant wasteland, penetrates the dust in the sky, and hits the armor of the space soldier against the light. The logos of Mechanicum and Death Guard are intertwined.

Behind him, the corpses of alien races piled up, blood oozing out, tick, tick.

The unusual feeling was trembling from the soul, he suddenly became calm, the boiling water was still, with oppressive coldness.

It was as if the soul breathed a sigh of relief under the deep sea, high pressure and suffocation surrounded him, but the malice above the surface was far away.

[I am Hades, Commander of the Death Guard, and I am ordered to exterminate alien races. I need your guidance, Sage. 】

Om Messiah.

As the Hades army marched, a ragged and dilapidated team hung on the outside of their team. It was the surviving sages. In the previous war that was slowly rolling over like a stone mill, most people They were all crushed, they were muddled and listless.

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 driving the maximum dilution of the black area, which will inevitably make those sages The fragile soul is more unstable, but the current situation does not allow other.

The sages in the team fainted from time to time, and their companions continued to drag them forward, and the parts and the red robes were dragged on the ground together, flowing all the way.

Under the leadership of the sage, Hades led the Seventh Company to smoothly kill the alien army besieging the main city all the way.

No, that's just what they think.

Hades silently looked at a Memanic skeleton, the thick rust was like its second coat, breathing and growing.

The more they marched towards the main city, the more obvious the traces of these rusts became. The orange rusts even replaced the river of blood, crawling up the metals of the sages and alien races.

The people and alien races who are fighting here, their consciousness is no longer clear, and they fight towards each other in a daze, but they don't know that the rust wriggling under their feet is the real deadly thing. You can let these rusts cling to it, actively destroying a soul.

This is why Hades and the others are advancing so smoothly. Both sides of this war are clearly dizzy.

Hades frowned, and tried to use the black field to detect those rust spots - sure enough, the strong breath of the subspace adhered to it.

[Alert, there are psychic creatures. 】

Hades opened his mouth to remind, and at the same time further spread out the black area, they advanced carefully, and when the troops arrived, large areas of yellow rust withered and dried up.

He looked up, in the yellow sand, the outline of the main city was blurred in the yellow sand, revealing an ominous atmosphere.

Mortarion frowned.

"The armor of the troops that came into contact with the enemy began to rust quickly?"

"Is it quarantined?"

Leo, the pharmacist opposite Mortarion, nodded and gave Mortarion an affirmative answer. The Primarch mused. This sounds like some kind of disease, but why spread a disease that is not fatal to people?

In the picture sent by Leo, the rust in the isolation room has been covered with a thick layer, and those spore-like rusts even float up, undulating in the air, and growing tenaciously on the surface prepared by the pharmacist. in the disinfectant.

And through the battle with the enemy, Mortarion can judge that this is not a disease deliberately spread by alien races, in fact, those alien races have also suffered from it.

A normal Mortarion would have left the matter to the apothecary and the techmarines, but he couldn't relax just now, remembering the weird ship before.

"Gallo, you are in charge of the current fleet battle. Remember, pay attention to the signals of Hades on Rust's main star, and don't let foreign ships support the main star."

These aliens still couldn't understand and imagine the style of voluntary sacrifice. Mortarion easily let Hades' fleet 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, in other words, Hades taught the [-]th Company very well.

Led by the grave guard, a few tall mechs, a team of silent untouchables, two strange oil guys, there is no more weird team than this.

Ignoring those untouchable mortals who were slightly afraid, Mortarion stared at the tall mecha silently, a familiar and strange feeling echoed from the soul, revulsion, that's it.

[Lord Mortarion, we answer your call. 】

An unfamiliar female voice came, and Mortarion was satisfied with the infinite anger contained in that voice.

　This is a short point, and there is another one today.Wait for my code, blah blah.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)