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Chapter 511: Skinner Virus

Ferenstein had not gone far before the old war engine had to stop, and it was not because it had reached its destination.

It's about the undead spreading like a virus, now far beyond the initial danger zone.

Time and again, the Tau warriors re-estimated how dangerous those guys were, and time and again overturned the areas they thought were absolutely safe.

In just a few hours, the danger in the tomb area increased from a diameter of about 30 kilometers to 50 kilometers.

This terrifying range is roughly equivalent to a medium-sized hive city, which is an ugly and obvious wound even for a planet.

It was like a dark green crack, splitting across the surface of the entire planet, as shocking as the tooth marks left by a hyena.

An area of 50 kilometers was designated as a dangerous zone, and an area of nearly 20 kilometers was destroyed by the surface ecosystem due to the mechanical beetles that blocked out the sky and the unique tomb creations.

The creations of the mechanical undead overturned the green grass and mountains, replacing them with dark green sculptures of death and dark green pyramids.

Those creations made the ground appear strangely crystallized, and countless towering buildings appeared in a strange state, like another world.

They are almost like a terrible mechanical virus, expanding outward continuously and disorderly.

Taylor was fortunate enough to see their approximate route of advance, because the Tau drones were not considered "enemies" by those guys.

Or rather, to the undead, this was just their will that had been destroyed to the point of being almost gone, something unrecognizable.

Maybe they think they are a special kind of scarab, or maybe they think those drones are not so-called living creatures, so it doesn't matter.

But Taylor soon discovered something was wrong. The attack routes of the undead were not as quick and sharp as he understood the tactics of that ancient race. Instead, they were aimlessly approaching the residential areas.

It was a strange feeling, especially since Taylor knew so much about the undead.

They are not that kind of race. They will not greedily demand the bodies of living things like insects. Instead, they will go straight to the dragon's lair and move towards their command area like a sharp knife.

Those mechanical scarabs will become the best scouts, they can accurately guide the undead towards their targets.

So Taylor realized they weren't moving aimlessly.

But soon, as soon as Ferenstein entered the first security area, Taylor realized something was wrong.

Those were pioneering cities of the Tau people, and the existence of those buildings was originally intended to allow the empire to extract resources from the planet more efficiently.

Now it has become lifeless, like a stagnant pool of water. You know, the Titans don't have many habitable worlds. Basically, if they encounter a valuable planet, they will eat up every inch of its land.

Is there no one here?

He would rather believe that the Ministry of War would pay him the orderly allowance that had been withheld for 30 years than believe that there would be no pioneers here.

Actually, that amount of money was quite a lot. It was originally distributed in bulk to save time for the officers, and the orderlies were the ones who packed their clothes and bedding.

Of course Taylor didn't have that. The biggest standard of the Skadi people was self-reliance, even for officers.

We are all brothers in the same company, how can we ask them to take care of our bedding?

However, the biggest problem at the moment is not this, because the Imperial Guard soon discovered the situation of those residents.

To be honest, this was the first time Taylor felt sympathy for the Titanium people. He didn't expect such a situation to happen. That kind of pity appeared in his heart almost instantly.

To be precise, isn’t there an old saying that a tree without bark will wither?
But what happens if a person has no skin?
Now Taylor sees it.

By the standards of the Dark Eldar, these were almost works of art, naked, truly "naked," with flesh and blood without even skin lying on the ground. Because their muscle tissue was in direct contact with the ground, the Tau let out terrifying screams and twisted their bodies.

They were curled up in the fetal position, making indistinct whimpering sounds.

The undead had reduced them to their own forms in the womb and taken away their first line of defense against outside interference.

skin.

Obviously, the opponent was not a normal undead, and now Taylor's remaining sense of relief or luck had come to an abrupt end.

All his luck and fortune turned into cruel coldness. The smell of blood in the warm wind of this subtropical climate successfully made him tremble.

I got goosebumps!

Now, Taylor immediately realized that something was wrong, they had fallen into a damn trap!

Because he knew exactly what they were facing.

Those things were not Necrons, but a vicious, ancient curse.

But when a Tau warrior's chest was pierced by sharp claws, the flesh and blood made a heavy sound when they touched the machines.

"Pfft"

The sound was suffocating and reminded Taylor of many bad things, but he immediately turned around and took out his weapon, which was a powerful explosive grenade, and fired at the monster.

Then the metal was broken and the almost two-meter-tall body fell down because the shot had hit his thigh accurately.

The metal monster collapsed to the ground, and then Fenris's wolf brother raised his chainsword and cut off his head and limbs, ensuring that he could no longer move.

Even the experienced wolf brothers couldn't help but ask, "What kind of monster is this?"

He pointed at the struggling and squirming monster. It was obviously a Necron. It had a standard Necron head, a body made of living metal, and three leg joints.

The structure was like a cheetah, with long, unsettling claws made of living metal, and blue skin draped over his body, with minced meat inside his metal mouth.

The brother from Fenris cursed, then crushed the head and asked, "Is he eating meat?"

"Human flesh?!"

Taylor replied. "It's the Flayer virus, an ancient curse. This race once betrayed their masters, and the undead cast a curse upon them."

"They're not Necrons, they're something completely new, like something out of a horror story."

"They are flayers..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sizzling sound like the footsteps of arthropods began to be heard.

From the gaps in the city, many skinners walked out with twisted and hideous looks.

Their dark green bodies gradually turned red, as if radiating their desire for flesh and blood...

Taylor was now shouting, "By the Emperor! Run!"

(End of this chapter)