Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 632 You Plague Pigs (Please Subscribe)

Jeremiah's individual helmet was equipped with an advanced identification system. On the transparent screen in front of him appeared those Space Marines wearing rotten green power armor, with poisonous clouds and plague flies entangled all over their bodies.

"It's the fucking Death Guard, the rebel Astartes are coming!"

"Those who can still move are ready to fire!"

Jeremiah shouted loudly, although it didn't mean much because the fully enclosed helmet he was wearing had a built-in communication device, so even if he whispered softly, the sound could be transmitted to everyone's earphones.

But he just wanted to do this because he wanted everyone to know that the rebels were losing their patience.

Everyone knows that whichever side can't withstand the pressure will send out precious Space Marines as a decisive measure to end the confrontation.

"All personnel, please be alert to the fallen battle brothers around you."

"Once you discover any abnormalities, I authorize you to kill them immediately!"

"Once they fall, the person who wakes up will no longer be the person we are familiar with. The vicious ghosts of the warp have already taken over their bodies, bringing death and plague to more people."

This former wandering merchant was never a good person to begin with. How could a truly good person thrive so well in interstellar trade?

Just now, when his old friend was doing sit-ups in front of him, Jeremiah used the incendiary gun to completely physically calm him down without any hesitation.

"What makes them sick and die is not the disease we know."

"That's a plague from the Warp, a curse from a filthy evil god, damn it!"

Jeremiah's war mobilization was very effective. The Solar Auxiliary Army on the battlefield were all steadfast men with steeled thoughts. After the initial panic and confusion, they quickly dealt with their fallen comrades in the correct way.

"I now understand why there were so many bastard Chaos Wizards wandering around the battlefield before us, and what they were doing on the battlefield."

The auxiliary soldier thought of the group of Chaos Wizards he had killed by accident before. The reason they risked their lives to appear on the front line of the battlefield was probably to spread the plague.

After all, everyone understands one thing: compared to visible and tangible enemies, those tiny germs that can penetrate any pore are more deadly.

The flesh, blood, and souls of those humans who died on the battlefield were eroded by the filthy power and became a medium that connects the real universe and the subspace.

And this accumulated power finally erupted today, sending these Death Guards to the battlefield.

There is no doubt that the most suitable rebels for taking the lead in attacking the city are the Iron Warriors and the Death Guard. As the commander of the Siege of Terra, Perturabo naturally did not want to let his legion die in vain.

The situation is changing rapidly. Even the conceited Lord of Iron cannot help but feel a little worried about his future. He must make plans for both scenarios.

If Horus were defeated, he would have to withdraw his legions to the Eye of Terror immediately.

So when the Dark Apostle Layak told Perturabo that he could summon the Death Guard through a ritual, the Lord of Iron immediately decided on the order of the attack.

Thousands of Death Guards in rotting power armor entered the battlefield, and around them, the rebels' mortal auxiliaries, the Dark Mechanicus' heavy troops, and the Knight Families gathered around the Death Guards.

They are the core of this wave of attack. The Astartes have always been the sharpest spearhead on the battlefield, and even after their betrayal, their threat will increase.

"We have returned."

"Under the guidance of the Threefold Way and the love of Father Nurgle, we will allow more people to join that harmonious and friendly family."

"We are all guilty. Only if we find another Primarch for the Plague Father can our sins be forgiven." In the Death Guard camp, Captain Typhons, who had completely changed his appearance, revealed his true face.

He had been blessed by dedicating his entire legion to the Father during his previous Warp trek and became a Warp creature called "Lord of the Hive of Destruction".

Originally, on the sacred land of Terra, under the nose of the Emperor's will, it was impossible for a Chaos Demon like him to land here.

However, the Word Bearers and the Dark Mechanicus had already built eight ritual bases around the Imperial Palace during this time. They continuously sacrificed the looted mortal slaves and the souls of all those who died on the battlefield, gaining an anchor for the Warp.

The deliberately spread Warp plague paved the way for the arrival of the power of the Father. The Chaos God, who had suffered a great loss before, fell into a rare rage.

He lost Mortarion, lost his only Primarch, and he would never accept this outcome.

Jeremiah's heart was trembling. When he saw the terrifying giant who was over five meters tall, bloated all over, and carrying a giant beehive on his back, an extremely strong feeling of distortion penetrated into the depths of his soul.

After just one glance, he closed his eyes tightly, but he could not wash away the filth in his mind.

It was a carrier of the power of a Chaos Evil God, a container of the ultimate power of corruption. His body was so swollen that his skin and armor were fused into one, and the chimney-like beehive behind him continuously spewed out destructive miasma and mosquitoes and flies.

It can be said that if he had not previously received the imperial thought seal implanted in him, he would probably have been covered in pus and blood and melted into a ball of foul-smelling and corrupt liquid the moment he saw the other party.

The best outcome is to become a zombie that continues to spread the plague virus and become one of the countless puppets controlled by the other party.

"Emperor above, fortunately he blesses me." Jeremiah exclaimed in his heart.

"That ideological stamp is damn useful. I'll ask those oil men to stamp a few more for me later."

Jeremiah's optimism allowed him to force himself to find some psychological comfort even in this situation, and to calm his turbulent heart.

The Death Guard continued to spread deadly plagues, and the diseases from the Rotten Gardens, after being weakened by the Veil, still retained a certain psychic nature, which meant that even if they took perfect protective measures, they could still be contaminated.

As long as there is a desire for life, fear of death, worry about contracting disease, and confusion and despair about the future in people's hearts, the power from the Father of Plague will affect humanity.

It is a kind of idealistic force and a deep malice coming from the sea of ​​​​the soul.

As Typhus swung the scythe in his hand, thousands of Death Guards wearing rotten power armor began to advance.

Their steps were so firm and unstoppable that every seven steps, the Death Guards would stop and fire at the Imperial army with their bolters that spewed out vicious viruses.

Just a simple explosive bomb easily tore apart the fortifications built with the help of the Imperial Fists, destroyed the defensive turrets along the way, and corroded the energy shields equipped by the Imperial Army.

A Land Raider blocking the road quickly decayed and rotted under the firepower of the Death Guard. The solid alloy seemed to have experienced billions of years of corrosion and weathering, and it continued to wither and break with the vibrations.

The Death Guard have arrived, bearing the summons of the Plague Father, spreading the horrific disease to everyone they encounter.

The defense line built by the Sun Auxiliary Army began to waver. After being panicked, Jeremiah quickly organized a counterattack. They pulled the triggers of the incendiary guns in their hands and drove flamethrower tanks that could spew promethium flames to block the plague ocean.

Jeremiah was filled with anger and hatred. The suffering his family had endured, the misfortunes his good friends had experienced, the disasters his race had experienced, everything merged into pure rage, allowing him to even overcome the fear in his heart.

The new recruit of the Solar Auxiliary Army stood on the roof of the flamethrower tank, stared fearlessly at the blades of the Death Guards, and pointed his gun back forcefully.

"Fuck you, you damned plague pigs! Your uncle Jeremiah will burn you to ashes!"

(End of this chapter)