Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 442 Savior: The Divine Plague is too dangerous, it is safer in my hands

"Hurry up, we have to destroy that big demon before the other teams get here!"

Broken Horn urged his fear warriors to charge at all costs.

Any war the Legion of Dread participates in is extremely competitive, and they can do anything except attack their own people.

An incompetent team will achieve nothing and become an internal disgrace.

This is a very troublesome thing.

Due to the small amount of loot, there are not enough blood points, and without blood points, equipment cannot be replenished, which further reduces combat effectiveness.

This will cause the entire team to fall into a vortex of failure, and be robbed of kills by other teams again and again.

Eventually he was annexed by others and became a low-level warrior.

What's even more terrifying is that in order to have more advantages in the war, most of the fear warriors accepted the special gift of the Dark Prince and advanced blood points to arm themselves.

This has become an established rule within the Dread Legion. If you want to become a high-level Dread Warrior, you must do this.

No fear warrior wants to be a weakling.

Although the Dread Legion will provide basic armor, weapons, and ammunition, it is far from satisfying the desires of the Dread Warriors.

The strong get stronger. If you don’t have the most powerful equipment and firepower, you are destined to not be able to grab the most delicious results and gain Diablo’s favor.

You can only watch others become stronger and stronger, just like a snowball.

Therefore, they all boldly accepted the special gifts and advanced the blood point quota, which was even tens or hundreds of times their income.

The so-called special gift is actually a blood point loan, which needs to be repaid for decades after a one-time loan.

The Dread Warriors must work harder and fight more wars to pay it back.

The strongest among them can use the firepower obtained from the blood point loan to quickly accumulate more capital and expand the team under their command.

This is also the reason why the Legion of Fear’s combat effectiveness is so terrifying. They have desires, shackles, and pressure, but they never get tired of it.

All fear warriors can obtain the advance power of the Dark Prince.

Every war is an unparalleled adventure. Whether it is a young model in the club or fishing in the sea, it all depends on this gamble.

The pressure of breaking corners is quite high nowadays.

For this war.

He resolutely overdrew all his blood points, invested in a dozen Centurion armors and more Dreadnoughts, and also equipped himself with a full set of master-level Terminator armor and weapons.

All the soldiers under his command have also been re-equipped and equipped with a large amount of special ammunition, so there is enough firepower.

The purpose is to grab a large amount of blood points in this large-scale war, so that he and his gang can be promoted to a higher level.

The consequences of failure are also disastrous.

There is a high probability that he will go bankrupt, be acquired by others, or work as a laborer in the logistics department.

Therefore, he was extremely eager to kill more and stronger enemies.

After detecting the Great Demon of Nurgle, this Dread Legion warband immediately attacked.

Not only them, but several war gangs are also on the way, trying to beat up and chop down the Great Demon of Nurgle in order to obtain a large number of blood points and Diablo's favor.

It can be said to be a wave of sudden wealth.

However, when Broken Horn and other Dread Warriors arrived, they only saw the Dark Prince slaughtering the Great Daemon of Nurgle.

The being cruelly tore off the head of the Great Demon of Nurgle, causing the surrounding demons to tremble in fear.

Duanjiao didn't hesitate, turned around and walked away cursing.

Who would have thought that after finally finding a big boss to fight in a team, the leader would snatch our heads away.

How infuriating is this?

But he didn't dare to say anything and could only whisper behind his back.

Afterwards, Broken Horn led his fear warriors to charge towards other battlefields, causing chaos along the way.

The Nurgle army is terrified at the mention of it.

Today, the Dark Prince and the Legion of Terror are well-known, and most beings in the galaxy and the Warp know how powerful they are.

No one wants to mess with these guys who are crazier than Khorne warriors.

Because the galactic space marines or armies usually have strategic purposes when they participate in wars.

Generally, if you retreat, they won’t necessarily fight you to the death.

But the Dread Legion is different.

These guys have no rules or morals, and don't care about winning or losing the war. Their only goal is to kill you and they won't stop until you're dead.

Once you get hooked, it's hard to get rid of.

There was even a case of a Chaos warband being hunted relentlessly by the Dread Warriors for years, from the galaxy to the warp.

The tragic event of being completely dismembered in the end.

They couldn't understand until their death: they just killed some humans and didn't provoke these crazy people, so why did it turn out like this?

Chaos traitors and demons all regard the Dread Warriors as aliens and call them mad dogs.

The reputation of Khorne warriors inexplicably improved a lot because of the emergence of the Dread Warriors.

Compared to the unknown, crazy and relentless fear warriors, those reckless and bloodthirsty Khorne warriors have become more handsome.

More Chaos warbands, with the attitude of joining if they can't beat them, defected to the Legion of Dread.

From being bullied, to bullying others.

But now the standards for recruiting new members to the Legion of Fear are much more stringent.

Some fear warriors are overly worried and even worry that their blood point income will decrease due to absorbing too much chaos power.

What if there are not enough people to cut the trees?
Fortunately, Chaos Demons are endless and are also an important target for the Legion of Terror to earn blood points.

On the battlefield.

"Not bad, very energetic!"

Ron threw down the head of the Great Demon of Nurgle, looked at the fear warriors who were chasing the enemy, and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the Chaos Legion he really wants. To deal with the Chaos forces, he must be more cruel and crazy than them and make them feel terrified.

Nowadays, the strong ones among the Dread Warriors are able to deal with Chaos Demons alone.

Of course, they are still unable to deal with the top-ranked Chaos Daemons.

Although they are all Chaos Demons, the gap between them is even greater than the gap between the greenskins and the little fart demons.

Powerful Chaos Daemons can beat up the Primarchs, but some Chaos Daemons are just useless background characters and can even be killed by human tanks.

The same is true for Space Marines.

For legendary space warriors like Dante, Calgar, and Ddraig, killing a big demon is as easy as drinking water.

The weak Space Marines could even be stabbed to death by the pagans with knives, or have their eyepieces blown out by flashlights and laser guns.

After Ron executed the Nurgle demon, he did not participate in the battle again.

He didn't want to compete with his subordinates for experience, and there was no need to do so.

The fear warriors have their share of the fear and faith energy accumulated from the enemies they kill.

You have to hide your tracks and save your energy to deal with more important enemies.

It wasn't long before all the Nurgle warriors and demons in the area were killed by the Legion of Terror and the Tyranids.

Even the plague pollutants were licked up happily by the Tyranid swarms, which can be said to be an efficient cleaning.

After the Legion of Terror and the aliens leave, the Savior's purification troops will come over and spray diluted purification agent rain, and the environment will be restored.

Better than before.

The local troops and survivors were extremely grateful for the gift of the Emperor and the Savior.

……

Ruined church.

Chaos fel energy defiled the entire area, and flames roared.

In the shrine area of ​​the hall stands a Chaos Throne, beneath which stand hideous Chaos beings one after another, among which are also alien figures.

Ron sat on the throne, listening to reports from various troops, especially the intelligence obtained by the Terran reconnaissance force.

Today, there are so many armies gathered on this planet that it has become a mess. The fierce war has changed the terrain of the planet forever.

Fortunately, the Empire gradually recovered its territory, but this did not seem to lead to victory.

Because they have not yet found that special plague factory and have not stopped the production of the divine plague.

squeak--

The Tyranid leader swallowed the rotten meat and sent his current harvest with some fear:
"The Tyranid reconnaissance unit found five corruption machines and seventeen plague bases, as well as a large amount of materials for creating the plague.

But the corruption factory that the Hive Master hoped to find was not found. "

Ron frowned, smoke and sparks bursting out of his mouth and nose:
"We can't go on like this. Once the plague arrives, we'll probably have to retreat..."

He could feel that the corruption in this world was gradually growing stronger and becoming more deadly.

That means the production of Divine Plague has reached the final stages.

No matter how many achievements the Regent and himself have made on this planet, it cannot be considered a victory without destroying the plague factory.

If the divine plague is really created, the Regent, himself, and all the troops must flee immediately.

If we run too slowly, we will probably be wiped out in West.

As long as the giant moth releases a tube of divine plague here, it will be able to kill all life on the planet. Even if he and the regent can survive, the elite troops under his command will be wiped out.

That is an unbearable loss. So the stakes of this war are particularly high.

But they couldn't just sit back and allow the enemy to get such a powerful plague weapon.

That is equivalent to the super nuclear weapon in the previous life, something that can overturn the table at any time.

Unfortunately, they no longer have time. If they really searched the planet every bit, the opportunity would be lost.

Suddenly, Ron received the latest analysis from the think tank of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The document showed that the number of Nurgle troops arriving on the planet was many times more than what had been detected so far.

But after a large number of Nurgle troops arrived on the planet, they disappeared without a trace.

That means there must be hidden space on this planet.

The troops on the ground are just smokescreens, and the hidden spaces are the areas that Nurgle's army really wants to defend.

The plague factories are most likely hidden in those places.

Today, the think tank of the Ministry of Military Affairs has identified several specific areas as key targets for investigation based on the trajectories of where Nurgle's army has landed or existed.

"Hidden space?"

Ron read the document and hesitated: "What if the moth predicted my prediction and deliberately set up a hidden space to attract our firepower, and set up the plague factory outside?

In this way, we have fallen into the enemy’s trap…”

As a leader, he often has to make crucial decisions at critical moments, and those decisions affect countless lives.

And there is no way to escape it.

There is no one above me, and I am the ultimate person in charge. I can only make decisions and take responsibility.

Ron took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and made the final decision:

"Then take a gamble!"

He ordered Lao Ba to send all the Terran reconnaissance troops to the areas marked by the think tank, and other troops were also transferred to those areas.

So that you can participate in the battle at any time.

Fortunately, his decision was correct, and just two days later, the reconnaissance unit found the hiding space.

The networks formed by corrupted machines overlap the planet with the chaos realm, constructing several special space areas.

The host of Nurgle stands guard within it.

Afterwards, with the cooperation of the Tyranid reconnaissance unit, the wizards quickly locked the location of the corruption core and discovered the long-sought plague factory!

This exciting news soon spread back.

bang——

Flames gushed out.

Ron stepped out of the ruined church and summoned his Chaos and Alien armies to participate in the upcoming war.

Not only himself, the Regent also led his troops to the space where the plague factory was located and attacked from different directions at the same time.

After the Plague Factory was exposed, the Nurgle army also gathered there frantically. Support and obstruction took place at the same time, and continuous artillery fire covered the surface of the planet.

From time to time, you can see the light bursting from the sacred urn bomb.

The war has reached its most intense stage.

The flaming demon body floated in the air, and Ron looked down at his own army:
"Go, my warriors, destroy that plague factory and kill all the lives that dare to stand in your way!"

The ground shook violently, a pitch-black mutated digging python broke out of the ground and roared loudly, and the radiation released by the black stone interfered with the operation of nearby psychic energy.

It devoured more Nurgle demons and became slightly larger than before.

This is an important tool cultivated by the Dark Prince to destroy the Divine Plague.

If the plan goes well, they can even seize the gift from the Lord of Plague and obtain the deadly plague weapon.

For Ron, the Plague of God was too dangerous.

It is safer to keep such a terrible weapon in your own hands.

Of course, that was just an additional plan, an attempt.

If that fails, throw a few large Holy Urn Bombs into the Cauldron of Nurgle to destroy the plague venom within...
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Hidden space.

Ku'gath's Plague Factory.

On the rotten black hill stands a twisted, dilapidated large hospital.

Anything that was alive had died and turned to black goo, with strange mutants taking the place of the original species.

The mosquitoes with shriveled faces were humming songs, and the capulet fish were covered with tentacles and running around on the ground.

Tens of thousands of smoking flames burned in the humid air around the large hospital, and the hillsides were densely populated with demons.

You can also faintly hear cheerful songs coming from inside.

"No singing allowed!"

Ku'gath was impatient and angrily shouted at the Nurglings: "Hurry up and add the remaining ingredients. Add more dirty water, more blood clots, rot and germs!"

He thought sadly that the enemy had already discovered this place, and if he didn't hurry up, all his efforts would be in vain.

In the center of the hospital, Nurgle's cauldron occupies the most eye-catching position. It is four or five meters high, and the mouth of the cauldron is big enough to drop a transport truck.

That's just the physical volume.

In fact, this pot has been stuffed with plague materials as much as the volume of a planet.

That was the treasure of Ku'gath for thousands of years, as well as the latest harvest of a large number of Nurgle demons, all of which went into the pot.

The First Favorite, nourished by the plague that overflowed from the pot, became increasingly larger, like a small mountain.

Pus flowed down the greasy flesh like streams.

The Nurglings tried their best to blow air, and the damp firewood burned to generate heat, causing more green bubbles to gurgle out of the cauldron, and the corrupt energy gathered into the cauldron along the network constructed by the Lord of Death.

Thick green smoke drifted over.

Ah!
A Nurgling accidentally inhaled it, and immediately pinched its own neck and kept backing away.

The little thing's head swelled up and its face turned dark green, then it fell straight back to the ground.

It was poisoned.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Kugath stirred the soup carefully, coughing violently under the green smoke and spitting out rotten blood: "Ah, what a poisonous plague..."

He couldn't stand it anymore.

After three hours, the preparation of the divine plague will be finished. All that is left is to add the blood of the Primarch, and the plague that will make the galaxy marvel and wail will come!
The Divine Plague can corrode the body and soul from the inside out, and no one is immune.

It was not a brief exile death, but a complete end.

The essence of any poisoned person will be corroded and decomposed, becoming a feast for the soul fungus, feeding the next generation of divine plague and spirit pox, thus becoming even more dangerous.

However, this plague was so terrible that even before it was completed, it was extremely poisonous.

Even seriously hurt his body.

Kugath took a few steps back with thuds to avoid the deadly poisonous fog.

In order to continue his work, he had to take some protective measures to protect himself: "Hurry, I need that protective suit!"

Soon, the buzzing giant flies brought back a huge, ugly piece of clothing.

It was a protective suit made of sticky human skin, stitched together in a weird way, like a flat person.

With the help of the plague carrier, the first favorite put on a human skin protective suit, the hood swinging on his back.

He then put on his hood.

The soft human skin wrapped the demon's antlers and tied all the slippery tendons.

At this moment, Kugath's fat body was wrapped in a human skin protective suit, his eyes were protected by lenses, his nose was covered by a long beak, and his mouth was filled with smelly herbs.

Those are all necessary protections.

He cursed, moved the lens again, and said in a muffled voice: "This blurry glass blocks my view, you annoying little things, be quiet!
The plague is almost over. If you keep making noise, it will affect the brewing process!"

At last the darling's command was obeyed.

From the chattering mites, noisy Nurglings to the grumpy plague carriers, everything has quieted down.

Kugath did not return to the cauldron immediately, but tiptoed to a pile of rusty cabinets, which were his storage boxes for ingredients.

He reached his hand into the sticky cotton wool and finally pulled out two small bottles.

That was the blood of the two Primarchs.

"Look, this is the final material. It will be ready to pour in after three hours, thirty-three minutes, and thirty-three seconds."

Kugas carefully checked the blood in the bottle, then stuffed it back into the cotton wool and patted it gently, as if he was afraid that the two bottles would grow legs and run away.

Afterwards, he tiptoed back to the big pot, squatted down, and fanned the fire underneath with his body huddled.

He was afraid that his actions would be too drastic and would affect the spread of the plague.

Now the assistants were hiding far away and could not get close, so he had to do everything himself, and he was not confident in letting those clumsy guys do the final simmering.

Green smoke filled the air in front of the cauldron.

The cautious figure wrapped in protective clothing in the smoke looked a little funny.

"Cough cough cough."

Kugath coughed again and uttered a string of curses: "Stupid bastards, you didn't even tie my slip ligaments tight!"

He had just hurriedly fastened his protective suit when he heard the roar of artillery fire in the distance.

Those damn Imperial troops are attacking!

(End of this chapter)