Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1101 - Chapter 1098 Poison Offensive

“How about Mortarion? Does it feel good to be back home?”

“Quiet, Jaghatai.”

Mortalion replied coldly. He looked at the glorious and majestic palace with mixed feelings in his heart, even if the palace in front of him was a fake building made by Tzeentch.

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The seven teams separated from the legion according to the original plan and steadily advanced towards the Terra Palace.

The degraded bodies are shooting in the bunkers. They grow together with the fortresses and trenches. In other words, the fortifications connected with them are just a mutated branch of the degraded bodies.

The bullets rained down on the heavy shield, leaving a few dents and scratches. Many cannonballs were projected from the palace and hit the center of the Death Guard formation.

As the sons of Mortarion, the Death Guard are even more tenacious. They predicted the location of the explosion in advance and blocked themselves in front of themselves with shields. The shock wave and fire wave could only make their steps retreat slightly, scraping against the ground and making a squeaking sound.

When the smoke dissipated, the Death Guards came over again, covered in fire. Use explosive bombs to crush the defenders in trenches and bunkers from a long distance. Use the steel-melting poison to soften the defenses.

Even the degraded bodies could not withstand the poison made by Mortarion for too long. Their pale bone plates bubbled and collapsed like burnt plastic.

777 meters away, the gunnery captain occupied a favorable position. Their skin is grayish-white, making them look less healthy than other warriors.

Heavy radioactive bullets were loaded one after another and then roared out.

The bullets left dark green traces in the air. Even if they were embedded in the wall, these radioactive bullets were extremely deadly, destroying the body structure of nearby creatures.

The enemy’s counterattack is not powerless, and the degraded body that imitates the Space Marines also poses a considerable threat to the Death Guard. Each Death Guard needs to face the firepower of more than ten degraded Space Marines, and that thick shield cannot block them all.

One Death Guard was hit by several bolt rounds, and his internal organs were torn apart by fragments of armor and bolt rounds. The blood spurted out like a waterfall under the influence of the strong heart. If it were an ordinary person, this kind of injury would be enough to kill him.

He kept his mouth shut to prevent blood from spraying into his helmet. Accepting Isha’s purification is undoubtedly a weakening for the Death Guard. When they were Nurgle’s army, there was no need for bombing to release poisonous gas.

They only need to stand in the river and upwind, and extend themselves wantonly to break out the swollen intestines and other diseased tissues outside the armor.

Some Death Guards who are closer to Nurgle have even changed their power backpacks, growing flowers and tree trunks, and can spray black and green clouds with every breath.

What have we become now? Become a warrior of the Emperor? Protector of the Empire? The people’s savior?

No…this is ridiculous…

The Death Guard were not loyal to the Emperor, nor to the arrogant Typhons, nor to the compassionate Nurgle.

Most of those who have followed Mortarion to this day are veterans from the Great Crusade. Even if there are new recruits, they have learned about Mortarion’s character through the ears and eyes of the veterans.

He would not forget what Mortarion had done for the Death Guard. Although his father was conflicted, as a child he only hoped that his father could finish these things quickly and return to Barbarus to live a peaceful life.

The life vaccine inside the armor is taking effect, and all the wounds are healed, because the Death Guard and the life vaccine are so compatible that even the metal fragments pierced into the body grow together.

But it doesn’t matter, enduring pain is what the Death Guard is good at.

They will wear down this false palace bit by bit, and then return to their hometown with scars all over their bodies.

Stand up again and pick up the heavy shield. The Death Guard continued to move forward despite the overwhelming firepower. Even if they were hit by several explosive shells, they could still ensure that their hands holding the guns were as steady as a rock.

The previous lines of defense were naturally broken through, and the area after the Death Guard attack was left with only a rotting swamp filled with poisonous gas and radioactive materials.

Even the Tyranids need targeted evolution to set foot in this area, but for the Death Guard, these swamps remind them of their homes beyond the ends of the world.

The palace’s defense line was very complex. The wide area composed of these trenches and fortresses was just a buffer zone used to slow down the enemy’s attack speed.

The real difficulty lies in those huge walls that even the Titans find difficult to cross.

The outer layer of the high wall is extremely thick, and there is a composite hidden shield generator inside.

A high wall with such a design can be regarded as an indestructible object, but if the attacker has enough time, it is not impossible to destroy the high wall.

It turned out that their siege of Terra was urgent and fast, mainly because Guilliman’s reinforcements were about to arrive.

If Terra cannot be conquered before Guilliman arrives, all the rebels have done will be in vain.

Now Mortalion is not in a hurry, after all, the information is very clear.

The Necrontyr dynasty has reached a stalemate with the enemies near the core area. They could not advance, and the enemy could not get past the Necrontyr’s defenses.

Now this false Royal Palace of Terra does not have the support of reinforcements, and can only rely on the degenerate factory in the underground structure to provide troops.

So interesting…

As Mortalion thought to himself, he sent out several commandos and asked them to move deeper in huge drilling vehicles that accommodated Space Marines.

When they found several ventilation ducts, corrosive poison gas was continuously injected into them.

After a few months, the high walls in front of Mortarion turned into a death restricted area with green smoke.

Mortarion didn’t know about other places, but the activities of the degenerate bodies here had been reduced to a minimum.

Mortarion would occasionally connect to the voice channels of the primarchs to judge the progress of the other primarchs’ attacks.

But most of the time he could only hear the fierce quarrels of the primarchs.

Perturabo: “Lion, I need some firepower support. Do you have any extra general cannons in your secret warehouse?”

Lion: “Perturabo, after this battle, I must talk to you…”

Leman Russ: “Is this the so-called Magnus’ Folly? Named specifically for Magnus’s crashing the webway? Oh, father. This is really appropriate, it looks like Magnus’s swollen dermatitis.”

Magnus: “You damn wolf lover! If you say another word, I will bring people to burn all your beard and hair.”

Guilliman: “Macragge… Do you really realize that this channel is used to explain the battle situation?”