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Chapter 42 42, The World-Purge Plague Army War Gang

Na Lai Star, which was once a beautiful garden world, has now become a stinking disaster place under the ravages of chaos.

The green poisonous gas formed by excessive use of chemical weapons has blocked the sky and the sun, and is so rich that it can even block the light of stars.

In the vast poisonous fog,

"Purify the world!"

Countless fallen space marines charged, clad in black and green power armor.

Unlike other Nurgle daemons, these fallen warriors appear clean, free of stench and decay.

They are a warband of the Plague Army who believe in Nurgle.

Notorious for acts of biological genocide and indiscriminate use of chemical weapons.

They like to use slow and systematic poison gas or other deadly weapons that make no distinction between friend and foe to eliminate all traces of life.

He despises all forms of life and seeks to eliminate all life in the galaxy.

During the attack of the Plague Army warband, famine and plague followed one after another.

"Every living creature in the world deserves death!"

"Only in this way can the galaxy be reborn!"

Gerster muttered something. Even in front of the huge Space Marine, he looked extremely tall.

He is the blessed messenger of the Forgotten, bringing equal destruction to all living things.

"The Empire has fallen into hopeless depravity and the only path to purity is death!"

As Gust walked forward, the nearby fallen space marines dispersed spontaneously to make way for him.

The deadly virus spreads in the air, and the excessive use of chemical weapons gathers into a poisonous mist, enveloping every fallen warrior in it.

But they didn't care about all this,

"Foolish people who worship the false emperor, you have made this world so filthy because of your ignorance. I will definitely purify you."

Gerst stopped and looked up at the huge fortress that stretched for more than ten kilometers in the distance.

If he takes another step forward, he will be hit by the opponent's long-range attack.

The steel fortress was huge and majestic, but the weak imperial warriors could only cower behind the void shield.

The huge fortress stands alone in this dead garden world, like a trapped beast lingering on.

"We have purified too many worlds, so many that we can't even count ourselves. But every time, these human beings have to make meaningless resistance. Their ignorance makes me feel chilled. These stupid guys can't even count it. Don’t know our good intentions!”

Gust's adjutant said angrily from the side.

Not only did these humans not accept the purification, they even resisted, which he considered unreasonable.

The ignorant people who have been brainwashed by the false emperor cannot understand what great deeds their World-Purifying Plague Army War Gang has done!
As early as the end of the 36th millennium of the false emperor, they had already seen clearly the empire's tricks.

Life is the source of corruption, the beginning of sin, and the poison that tortures the human heart!
The only antidote is the death of equality, so that all living beings can rest in peace and the galaxy can return to peace!

This is a supreme great undertaking, a glory that benefits all souls!
All fallen warriors feel resentful because of the stubborn resistance of the imperial warriors.

But Gust, at this moment, showed kindness and understanding, and empathy full of compassion.
"These poor guys were just bewitched by the false emperor. They rejected the favors we bestowed upon them because their god-emperor taught them to be greedy, selfish, and cruel."

"They have fallen under the curse of life. They think this is the meaning of existence, but they don't know that they have been infiltrated into their bones by the real poison."

"I pity them and sympathize with them. The righteous deeds they believe in are the source of all troubles; what they do is the beginning of all depravity. We must set an example and grant them real grace. Only in this way can we uproot everything The bane of disaster." Gust's gentle tone comforted these fallen space warriors, so that his brothers could also learn to understand and empathize.

All the fallen warriors were listening to his teachings, and soon their eyes changed from resentment to compassion and compassion.

——Let us save those of you who are suffering in misery!
The fallen warriors thought so, and their hearts were filled with great kindness.
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On the giant fortress of Nalai Star, a group of Astra Militarum soldiers looked at the approaching group of Plague Army warbands with solemn faces.

Among the fallen warbands controlled by the forces of Chaos, the Plague Army Warband is also one of the most notorious.

Behind this group of Astra Militarum troops was the noisy sound of preparations and distribution of firepower.

Once this fortress is captured, the civilians behind them in the protected area will face the attack of the Plague Army warband.

This group of lunatics will never leave a single person alive.

They will exterminate all living creatures before leaving this world they killed with their own hands.

"Emperor, if you are listening, please give me guidance; I know that I am weak and do not deserve your help, but please give me the last bit of good luck and let me save these innocent civilians."

An Astral Military political commissar prayed silently in his heart.

After praying, he turned and walked into the fortress and came to an office.

In the office, a battle nun wearing a new model of power armor sat on a chair.

She seemed to be infected with some kind of heretical poison, and the severe corrosion caused several deep wounds on her body that were visible to the bones.

The disgusting lumps and pus in the wound looked numb.

At this moment, the battle nun's whole body exudes a translucent force field that is like a substance. In this force field, these horrific wounds and traces of infection are being healed at an alarming speed.

At this moment, I saw the political commissar of the Astral Army coming.

The nun opened her eyes, even though her body was covered with wounds, her power armor was damaged, and there were still traces of blood and mud.

But her eyes were still bright and full of determination.

"Sir, I'm here to ask for support. The lunatics from the Plague Army's war gang have already made plans for a general attack. My brothers may not be able to hold on for long."

The Astral Military Commissar looked at the nun calmly, trying not to reveal the weakness and suspicion in his heart.

The battle nun and the team she led had saved their legion before, but when he asked which legion the other party was from, the nun said it was the reserves of the second legion.

Damn it, where did the Empire get its second legion?
Wasn't the Second Legion eliminated long ago?
Moreover, the other party also said that the No. 2 Primarch had recovered from the loss of control for ten thousand years and was leading an expeditionary force to liberate the galaxy.

These words once made the political commissar of the Astral Army feel that the other party was a lunatic.

But what if it's true?

"I've received word that support will arrive in an hour."

"Leave the frontal battlefield with the Chaos warband to us. I hope that before support arrives, you guys can hold on to the flanks, no matter the cost! Do you understand, political commissar?"

The Battle Sister's words are full of confidence, and her whole body is filled with power that can contagiously affect people's hearts.

The haze in the heart of the political commissar of the Astral Army was dispelled at this moment.

"One hour. As you command, sir!"

The political commissar of the Astra Militarum cannot guarantee whether reinforcements will really come.

But he knew that the hope, strength, and courage that surged in his heart after hearing the news were real.

(End of this chapter)