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Chapter 140: Poisonous Smoke Bug

In this magical place, in the fortieth millennium of mankind, if an Astartes dared to go into battle without a helmet,
Then he is most likely a living tough guy. If you happen to be his opponent, you'd better be mentally prepared in advance.
Of course, this does not mean that anyone wearing a helmet is not a tough guy. If he wears a skull helmet, a golden mask, red and gold rabbit ears, or a purple and gray hood, he'd better be prepared to die a miserable death.

Gabriel Seth, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, is a tough guy who doesn't wear a helmet. His head exposed to the air and the battlefield allows him to better vent his anger, feel the killing, and bathe in the blood of humanity's enemies.

But if you notice that the enemy is obviously using toxins and still insist on not wearing a helmet, then you are not a tough guy but a fool.
Seth could even tolerate being called a madman or a barbarian, but he never wanted to be treated as a fool.

He put on the dark red helmet and looked through the eyepiece at the figure beside him with the face of Sanguinius.

The picture was so holy that it seemed as if Sanguinius was really alive. For a moment, Seth even thought that the archangel had returned to the mortal world. He could even vaguely hear the sound of the angel's wings fluttering.
And his words. He seemed to know the Flesh Tearers very well, and even knew the words of the first Chapter Master who criticized the Ultramarines Primarch Guilliman.
Finally, there are the words he said. They sound like something Sanguinius himself would say.
The moment he heard those words, Seth seemed to feel a tremor in both his soul and genes. An inexplicable feeling surged up, and even the madness and anger in his body were suppressed a little.
For this face, for the faint sound of wings in my ears, for his words and the reality of the situation,
Seth decided to tolerate and trust him for the time being.

"A guy who doesn't want to show his face."

Seth glanced at Zhou Yun and said in a tone that was not polite:

"By the blood of Sanguinius, if you ever deceive or betray me, I will make you pay and feel fear."

"You will know that a raging angel is more terrible than a mad beast."

After saying the threatening words, Seth's tone softened a little, as if he was unwilling to show much anger to Sanguinius' face:
"Be careful of that weird yellow fog."

Seth noticed the gray-yellow fog that was spreading towards the battlefield in the distance.
The mist seemed to be alive, quickly covering the sea of ​​insects, making the insects' figures hazy and unclear.
Even Seth's best warriors would have found it difficult to shoot through such a thick wall of fog. Even if they hit the target by accident, the warriors would not be able to confirm the death of their target.

“Some people may think we are barbarians, but there are also learned people among the barbarians.”

Seth said in a serious and earnest tone:
"I guess this might be a poisonous insect."

Zhou Yun smiled slightly. It was exactly as he guessed.

The descendants of Sanguinius might be shocked and confused when they saw the face they were wearing, or even doubt it, but they would never be overly angry.
They would even unconsciously restrain their anger, and almost instinctively behave in front of this face more like what Sanguinius had expected in the past.
This was because Zhou Yun's current face was created under the guidance of the winged figure in the white light. In theory, it was an almost perfect replica of the appearance of Saint Guilles in the past.
And the face of Sanguinius is almost engraved deep in the souls and genes of the Blood Angels.

"The so-called poisonous fog insects are..." Seth hesitated and spoke.

Zhou Yun looked at Seth and wanted to give him a detailed introduction to what the poisonous smoke bug was, and gently stretched out his finger to interrupt him: "I know."

".Oh." Seth's face was hidden under the helmet, and Zhou Yun didn't know what expression he had.

At this moment, the sound of flames roared, and Magda, who was carrying a jumping backpack, jumped up and flew to the side of Zhou Yun and Seth.

Zhou Yun noticed that Sister Magda had also put on a full set of power armor and was ready to defend against the poison gas.

She glanced at Seth, then kept her eyes on Zhou Yun for a moment, and quickly realized that the two had reached a consensus.

Not an enemy... A trace of doubt and speculation flashed in Sister Magda's eyes...

"I guess the source of the toxic smoke might be..." Seth suddenly said.

"It's a poisonous smoke bug, right?" Sister Magda nodded and said, "The air sacs on the back of this Tyranid creature will secrete highly toxic spore gas. This gas is also highly active and can penetrate through the smallest gaps in the armor and decompose the person into a ball of pus and foam."

These are all the contents written by Zhou Yun in the book "The Tyranid Biological Encyclopedia That Even Ogrin Should Know".

Seth froze for a moment, then nodded.

Zhou Yun probably guessed that Seth wanted to appear a little more knowledgeable and weaken the image of the Flesh Tearer barbarian.

Unfortunately, Sister Magda already knew it, and Zhou Yun knew this information in his previous life.

Seth did not dwell on such a small matter. Looking at the approaching yellow spore smoke that had almost engulfed the entire swarm of insects, Seth's expression became a little serious. "Boltgun." Seth gave his order briefly and forcefully through the communication channel.

Sparks from the bolt guns suddenly lit up on the battlefield, and the bolt guns fired 0.75-inch bolt bullets filled with a large amount of explosives.
Every bolt that was fired into the dark fog caused a series of dazzling small explosions, briefly illuminating the surroundings, allowing the silhouettes of the Zerg to be vaguely exposed in the air. At the same time, the splashing explosions also made up for the difficulty of aiming to a certain extent.
Bang! ! !
Roaring biological shells shot out from the gray-yellow mist, followed by biological plasma and rotten toxins.

The insects began to fight back.
Due to the fog, the Battle Sisters and Flesh Tearers who were charging at the front line had no time to dodge.
They brandished their weapons, sought cover, or continued to charge forward despite the onslaught of bullets.

Most of their power armors were scratched with tiny wounds, but these wounds were not enough to destroy the function of the power armor.
At this moment, the yellow mist rushed towards the soldiers charging at the front line as if it were a living thing.
The spore mist seemed to be alive, invading the smallest cracks, dissolving and tearing the ceramic steel, and tearing open cracks large enough for them to rush in.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Seth saw with his own eyes that one of his brothers from the Flesh Tearers roared in pain. This strong spore toxin was simply not something that ordinary people could resist.
Even the flesh of the Astartes began to foam with blood the moment they came into contact with the poisonous gas.
The battle sisters were directly dissolved into a mass of sticky pus and foam that gushed out of their power armor, and fell to the ground with their necks pulled.

What made Seth feel the worst was that some Space Marines roared and left their own line. At the last moment before leaving, they seemed to have grown sharp fangs that revealed a bloody taste.

The war had only just begun, and some of the Flesh Tearers had already been entangled in the Crimson Hunger.

The poisonous fog beasts hiding in the poisonous gas must be cleared out.
Seth clenched the Blood Reaper in his hand, his eyes flashing with anger, and he wanted to rush into the poisonous smoke.
"Poison smoke beast." A voice suddenly sounded from behind Seth.

However, before he could rush in, a scorching laser beam surged from behind him.
Nearly a hundred lasers converged together and shot into the poisonous fog in the blink of an eye, briefly illuminating the poisonous fog.

"Roar!!!"

The roar of the beast was heard, and a snake-like Tyranid creature with twisted tentacles and a poison gas pod on its back, twisting its body and suspended in the mouth, was exposed to the air. The scorching laser torrent penetrated his body in the blink of an eye, revealing a series of charred burn marks.

The poisonous smoke bug is indeed a terrifying battlefield weapon, but its disadvantage is that it is fragile.
If discovered in the dense smoke, they can be easily killed.
Zhou Yun slowly picked up the searching stick on the ground and watched the gray-yellow fog in front of him become thinner.

There are other poisonous smoke beasts among them.

"You——————" Seth turned his head in confusion, but before he could speak, Zhou Yun's voice interrupted him.

"Poisonous smoke beast." Zhou Yun said softly.

The searching stick in his hand fell down again, pointing in a direction in the gray-yellow fog.

A torrent of lasers attacked, and the poisonous smoke beast let out a wail and fell down.

“Poisonous smoke beast!” “Poisonous smoke beast!” “Poisonous smoke beast!”

Zhou Yun repeated this until the spore gas on the battlefield became almost invisible.

Then, in the confused eyes of Gabriel Seth and Sister Magda, Zhou Yun pulled out the portal from his four-dimensional pocket.

"It's done. The rest of the sea of ​​insects is up to you."

Zhou Yun nodded to Seth and Sister Magda, but before they could react, Zhou Yun's figure had already disappeared from the battlefield.
Without the presence of the poisonous smoke insects, the Battle Sisters of the Flesh Tearers are more than enough to fight against the remaining Tyranid swarms. Relying on the shields of the Fortress Monastery, they will also be able to protect the Crawlers that serve as stellar energy relays.

At the same time, between the clouds of Asford, a terrifying creature called the Flying Tyranid Tyrant was fighting with Dante. The sharp bone blade collided with the battle axe in Dante's hand, creating sharp sparks.
This is not only an intersection of martial arts, but also an intersection of flying skills.

Even without the archangel's natural wings, Dante can still gain the ability to fly for a period of time with the help of a jump pack...

He held his breath and concentrated, performing one difficult move after another in the air with Tyranid Flying Tyrant. The sound of the constant fighting was like thunder.

"Huh..." Dante took a few deep breaths, then suddenly turned around and rushed towards the huge biomass lake on the ground. His jump pack was almost closed.
The Tyranid Flying Tyrant suddenly jumped around, twisting its body at a speed beyond the imagination of physics, and almost pounced on Dante.

However…….
　My hand slipped, I wanted to set a timer.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)