Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 230 The Storm of Corruption Arrives - Attack from All Sides
Sniffing the corrupt smell floating in the air, Russ asked the frowning Chief Rune Priest:

"How much time do we have?"

After being stunned for a moment, the chief rune priest gave an answer that made everyone feel uneasy.

"They have come."

And as if confirming the scene that the chief rune priest saw in the prophecy, with another huge fluctuation of spiritual energy coming from the center of the core pyramid group, the whole Prospero seemed to "live".

Where the wild wolves couldn't see, the evil altar covered with blood showed its ferocious face.

This is a giant altar built by sacrificing billions of lives.

This time, the fallen Magnus sacrificed the whole Prospero.

The blood that had been completely settled down began to flow again, and the ancient spell began to flow on Prospero again.

Under the guidance of a blue subspace force, a raging green tide is being led here from the subspace.

All Prospero trembled.

This is very similar to the scene when it was bombed by orbits before, but everyone knows that these tremblings do not come from the sky.

On the entire Prospero, billions of corpses seemed to be injected with life again at this moment.

Under the dirty brown soil, countless corpses are struggling to break through the ground like waves.

The irony is that judging from the traces on the surface of the soil, it was the owners of these bodies who buried themselves in the ground not long ago.

But now, the bodies they left behind want to break out of the ground on their own initiative.

A huge spiritual energy storm was once again engulfed.

This surprised Carl, who had been concentrating on playing the "Match the Match game".

Because it wasn't what he expected at all.

You must know the abyss of wisdom that he opened not long ago, and he carefully analyzed all possible directions of the thread of fate.

In that prophecy, Magnus had no such intentions at all.

The only explanation can only be that after he peeked at the so-called thread of fate, an unknown existence deliberately made new changes for it.

But none of that matters now.

What should I do?
"Kata"

As the storm of corruption resurfaced, Karl's connection to the orbiting fleet became unstable.

And this means that he lost the biggest hole card.

At the end of the Primarch confrontation, he planned to use naval guns to open a small fire for Magnus unexpectedly, and then cooperate with Russ to beat Magnus into soul fragments as predicted, and finally let the hidden Kaya With Aba Dan and his party holding the judge and quietly making up the knife.

But these plans were completely shattered the moment the corruption storm came.

The only thing that can be called good news is that with the help of the terrifying fire concentration efficiency born from the coordinated control of the domain, he has completely helped the space fleet of the wild wolves to establish a victory in just a few rounds of firefights.

At this moment in the battle in space, even if he loses the chain of command in the domain he coordinated and controls, it is still enough to maintain a relative draw by relying on the absolute advantages in the number and quality of battleships.

"Zizzi"

In the huge warp space storm, Karl's connection with the Wolf Fleet was severed again.

He returned to the narrow empty magazine, and even felt a little uncomfortable.

One must know that just a second ago, he was still in control of the entire expedition fleet.

Holds the power and power to destroy the world.

But at this moment, with only one warrior-level Titan left, he naturally felt a little bit of a psychological gap.

"A large number of spiritual reactions were detected on the west, north, and south sides of the Critics Gallery, and the number... is incalculable."

At this moment, the command channel of the entire raid force was silent.

All wolf and mortal auxiliary commanders fell silent, save for the sergeant who continued to report the bad news.

The entire strategic map of Prospero is covered with dense red dots.

Although the first contact troops have reported the composition of these red dots --- corrupted walking corpses, compared to chickens, they can be easily clawed by wild wolves.

Even those ground-shaking cannons can harvest thousands of these crowded walking corpses with each shot.

But overall the situation is still very bad.

Because of the limited ammunition of the assault troops, it is impossible to deal with the frontal Thousand Sons + the enhanced Paladin Guard at the same time.

At the moment when the storm was formed, those "cowards" who had been hiding before and retreated when encountering wolves uncharacteristically shot back.

These degenerate Astartes with distorted faces and an ominous body exude an ominous aura, even showing a more terrifying side than wolves in terms of physical fitness.

Those Thousand Sons of the Fire Phoenix School, holding twisted scepters, directly launched a counter-charge at the vanguard of the wolf pack.

With the gradual recovery of artillery support in the distant core pyramid group, the two sides unexpectedly fought inextricably on the east side of the Critics Gallery for a while.

Talons cut black blood, and rotten flames baked rotten scars.

At this moment, war began to become both primitive and barbaric.

Both sides dropped all tactics, as if the core of everything at this moment was to create more killings.

The wolves were already murderous.

It is precisely by virtue of this style of play that it's either you die or I die, that they can fight against the Thousand Sons Legion with the blessing of the warp with their physical strength.

They are cursed, their faces are like beasts;
The last ray of wisdom remained in the deep-set golden eyes.

Their cheeks and hands are covered with thick, tangled fur; their hands are nothing but razor-sharp claws.

A powerful enemy cannot break their will, on the contrary, it will only arouse their high-spirited battle.

"Ow!"

"Ow, ooh!"

Roaring sounds spread throughout the east side of the Kritis Gallery.

These battle cries from Fenris even made some of the not-so-corrupted Thousand Sons feel a little fear.

Flying nimbly among the various artillery fires intertwined in the same narrow ruins, the wolves are struggling to the last moment with all their might.

Yes, this is the most rational analysis Ruth can make on the situation at hand.

It is different from fellow countrymen who tend to fall into crazy fighting spirit and ignore everything around them.

Ruth must remain sane and sober at all times.

Only in this way can he ensure that the wolves will not fall into a doomed situation because of the mistake of the leader wolf.

Can face the current situation.

It can only be said that the more sober you are, the more powerless and hopeless you will feel.

How to win the battle of Prospero?
For the wild wolves, only by killing the initiator of all this and the main psionic node Magnus can the surging subspace storm around them be relieved.

After all, once the medium that comes to the physical universe is lost, all the surrounding visions will quickly fade away.

But now that goal seems out of reach again.

Communications with the fleet were lost, and with the churning storm it was of no use to support Prospero in the battle on the ground.

Billions of walking corpses are approaching the "narrow" position of the wild wolves at a crazy speed.

And if there were only these walking corpses, maybe the mortal auxiliary army in charge of the rear guard could really hold out until Ruth came to Magnus with the help of all kinds of heavy firepower.

But you can spot it at a glance.

Behind the horde of corpses that are stacked so high that it would make people suffer from mass phobia, there is a huge plague death knell.

Of course, this is just Ruth's guessed name. After all, he doesn't know the function of the giant chariot with a huge death knell hanging on the top.

But he knew that even the wolves might struggle to deal with that thing, let alone the mortal auxiliary army in charge of the rear.

As a last resort, Russ had no choice but to greet the surrounding guards who had not yet entered the battle, and prepared to go to the rear to start assisting the defense.

He is very aware of the consequences of doing so, but at this moment he has no choice.

Even if he is in a desperate situation, he must leave some permanent wounds to the enemy before he falls.

However, before he could take a step, in the gray-green storm, another giant figure no shorter than the plague knell suddenly entered his sight.

"Do what you have to do."

A light electronic sound came from the communication channel.

The wolf king couldn't help but fell into short thoughts.

After a while, he raised the spear in his hand, turned around and ran quickly towards the core pyramid group.

"I'll treat you to a drink in Wolf's Castle after it's done."

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

= cut off communication =
The surrounding wind is still howling.

At this moment, the apex dog stands like a door god on the west side of the Critics Gallery.

There were no reinforcements around it, because contrary to everyone's expectations, the apex dog was charging backwards towards the tide of corpses.

It was impossible for the mortal auxiliaries who had already dug temporary trenches to follow Mang in such a suicide attack.

Their thoughts are probably the same as Ruth's. This apex dog will rush into the enemy's line and complete the sublimation of the soul at the end of the battle.

This is the true meaning of Ruth's words.

Maybe they can really have a drink, but the place may not be in the sun.

But guesses are guesses, and Carl, who still holds the last card in his hand, doesn't think so.

Looking at the familiar figure sitting on the death knell of the plague in the distance, he smiled instead.

=I never beat an enemy twice unless he sent his face over by himself=
"Lie Yan is my servant."

The ancient incantation sounded again.

Coincidentally, the storm of the Warp, while bringing Nurgle's army back from the dead, also enhanced the psionic weapon power of the apex dog titan.

For the first time, the giant cannon on its back was actually driven.

A terrifying flaming psionic energy is gathering at its muzzle.

"Because I am the Lord of Hellfire"

At this moment, it seemed that the entire battlefield was focusing on this seemingly insignificant side.

Under the scorching of the dazzling light like a star, the entire originally thick and regular barrel even began to twist.

The extremely high temperature made its fragile structure unable to bear its own weight.

But if it is only used as a one-time weapon, this is enough.

"And I will teach you to burn all living beings."

A huge beam of light shoots out from the giant barrel on the back of the Apex Dog.

The surrounding background, which was originally gloomy due to the storm, instantly shone brightly like the night sky pierced by meteors.

At this moment, Bonaparte, who was originally sitting on the death knell, was in a mess.

He didn't even have time to pick up his protruding intestines, so he fell back and fell the plague death knell.

And the death knell of the plague, which could not be avoided, tried its best to swing the dark green bell hanging on the top.

The ripples escaping in circles seem to want to form layers of shields against the scorching rays.

It's a pity that the essence of this light is not pure heat.

It is the deflagration phenomenon caused by the condensation of psionic energy or the power of subspace to an extreme state in the physical universe.

So, in effect, this pure psychic energy fights against each other.

In addition to looking at the quantity of spiritual energy, it also depends on the quality of spiritual energy.

And who can obtain the most direct and pure spiritual energy of the Five Gods?
Obviously the answer is not the death knell of the plague.

The arrival of the huge light beam seemed to take only a moment.

Even Bonaparte, who jumped out of the car in fright, failed to touch the ground with his wrinkled green back.

In his eyes at this moment, the whole world seemed to be burning.

Even if the flames with psionic energy didn't hit him directly, they would indirectly give him a "sunbath" all over his body.

Those skins that originally showed an "environmentally friendly" color were instantly turned into non-recyclables.

But now is not the time for Bonaparte to breathe.

Looking at the plague knell crumbling in the flames, he witty rolled over immediately.

Regardless of those intestines stained with gravel, Bonaparte quickly got up to check the situation.

He was directly fooled by the shot just now.

What's going on, why did the warrior-level Titan suddenly become so powerful?
Especially the aftermath of the spiritual energy contained in the attack made Bonaparte, who had just barely recovered from the fear, feel a new sense of uneasiness.

But there is no way.

Just like workers sometimes can't choose what they want.

Bonaparte, who had "just" experienced a humiliating defeat, was incapable of refusing the mission.

Besides, every time he thinks of Carlos the Destiny Weaver (a certain Tzeentch monster) who clutches his stomach and laughs at him desperately, Bonaparte becomes very angry.

"Bonaparte, you don't want to be made into a monster spawner..."

cough cough.

Anyway, no matter what, he, who has billions of corpses this time, must not fail here.

Looking at the giant cannon on the top of the Titan that had begun to melt and disintegrate in the distance, he at least found a sense of security that he had not seen for a long time.

Isn't it just a plague knell, he has many more.

Although it hurts a bit, Bonaparte is willing to go all out so that he will not be blinded everywhere in his comfortable life in the future.

"Everything is rotten and immortal!"

Accompanied by the incantations that ordinary people can't hear clearly from his mouth.

The surrounding subspace storm began to become more and more intense.

Two huge subspace rifts, green with purple in the middle, spread out in the army of walking corpses in an instant.

Completely ignoring the feelings of the walking corpses being crushed into meat paste by the wheels, two plague knells, which were a circle larger than before, slowly drove out of the open subspace rift.

The huge bell ringing echoed over the entire battlefield.

And every time these death knells sounded, the slow-moving walking corpses around them, who were originally missing arms and legs, were gradually moving towards the "Saiyans" on the Devon [-] satellite like a shot of chicken blood. evolve.

However, what surprised Bonaparte was that the Titan named Apex Dog rushed towards the tide of corpses like a suicide attack.

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(End of this chapter)