This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 400 "Quack! My dear father, save me!"
That was the calm before the storm.

That was the heavenly fire that everyone was eagerly anticipating.

The world roared at that moment, and the eternally decaying garden was covered by a blinding light.

The sun seemed to fall to the ground, causing the demon to instinctively close its eyes. Then, the land, which had accumulated countless corpses, began to undulate like waves, followed by a thunderous roar that exploded in Tyl Pregg's ears.

boom! ! !
In an instant, countless Nurgle spirits exploded, and the giant trees in the swamp shook their trunks wildly, shaking off all life on them.

However, this is not the end.

This is just the beginning.

The cannons began to roar.

In the burning zones of the Tearful Plague Swamp, war machines and towering, hazy Titans began unleashing their firepower upon everything around them.

The swamp became shrouded in smoke, which wafted from the burning skyline.

The noise and vibrations made the demon feel only endless discomfort.

Thirteen missiles flew at thirteen times the speed of sound for thirteen kilometers and struck the fleeing Nurgle demons.

They all came from the northeast and hit almost simultaneously.

They struck the left side of an unnamed great demon, each missile's warhead filled with a high-explosive shaped charge consisting of consecrated ashes primer and compressed angel feather explosive.

Its design aims to create a thin, ultra-high-speed particle jet that relies on the superplasticity generated by the precursor charge to penetrate all defenses. Then, the molybdenum lining arranged around the precursor will vaporize in a contact explosion, allowing the larger main charge to penetrate the target instantly through the wound created by the precursor. Finally, the holy power of the Seraphim, which is enough to melt everything, will be injected into it.

"what--"

Within a hundred meters of the Great Demon, it instantly destroyed all the various demons that had fled together under the Great Demon's protection.

The great demon survived the attack, but its body began to burn. Missiles shattered its legs, and unable to move or fight back, the fat and decaying monster exploded after the flames spread to its entire body in thirteen seconds.

Boom!

Another round of bombing.

Those came from the agile Eldar Titans.

The Eldar are a race in which human souls surge, and countless soul powers provide them with energy, allowing them to exert their full strength even within the Warp.

Since the appearance of the gods of pleasure, they have not displayed their brilliance in the material universe for ten thousand years.

Wow!

The massive blade wielded by the Spiritforged Titan swept across the land, which was made of decaying bones, colonies of fungi, and piles of filthy wood.

The explosion caused by the psionic shock lifted up the entire swamp area, turning it upside down.

Another impact landed on the crucible treasured by Thiel Preger.

The impact was sudden and complete.

A deafening roar, a violent shockwave that erupted beside him and surged along the crucible, and a flash of light like the sun.

The shockwave created a large ring of pus and sewage around the crucible.

The jar shook, one side deformed inward first, and then burst open like an incubating egg. Behind Tyrell Preg, seventy percent of the demons died on the spot.

The support frame was broken, spilling the precious slurry all over the ground. The crucible began to collapse, crushing the demon beneath it.

Many of them were already dead, or dying on the ignited ground, wounded by high pressure, burning gases, or debris from explosions that had entered the garden through the decaying world.

The fire almost instantly engulfed the surroundings. The conscious surviving demons screamed as they were consumed by the flames. The fire surged like rolling waves through the collapsed crucible and quickly spread into the distance.

Many more demons died before they even had a chance to get up.

Humanity carved out a territory in the realm of the benevolent father, and then relentlessly poured firepower outwards.

Some demons who managed to get up had no chance to escape before they were overwhelmed by the pursuing gray knights and were shredded to pieces by their blessed blades while howling in pain.

The monsters under the command of these cursed beings are their extended tentacles, which begin to hunt down life in the garden.

Only the demons further away have a chance of survival.

The demons hiding at the edge of the Plague Swamp fled in panic, scattering across the open ground, several of them ablaze.

Tyrell Pregg, wielding a wooden paddle in one hand, cleaved through the onrushing flames, while dragging a Nurgle out with the other.

He tossed the Nurgle out of sight, then knelt down, its charred honeycomb structure gleaming above its eyes.

The Nurgle that it had thrown away lay on the ground, unable to get up again.

The swamp began to dry up.

It was bright outside, with a murky mist hanging over the horizon.

The surrounding area was now a brownish wasteland, like the surface of those barren planets.

Fine dust rolled across the wide road.

He's dead. He's really dead.

Thiel Preger was terrified and bewildered.

Those cannon shots, those psionic shocks, those wielding weapons.

It was all true; it truly fell upon the demon and brought it to its death.

"Get up! Get up, get up!"

"Tyl Preger shouted."

The great unclean being, entrusted with a great task by the benevolent father, rose up. Behind it, the assembled armored forces roared once more, spewing cones of thick smoke into the pale sky.

It could hear the roars of those strange weapons, the booming of the surviving unclean beings striking the ground with clubs or large bells, the groans of the wounded, and the screams of demons trapped in flames and burning alive. The garden fell into a kind of true stillness.

It could see the figures of some of its kin wandering blindly around the massive, rotting corpse, and the demons were terrified and at a loss.

"Get moving! Get moving!"

Relying on his power within the 'Tears of Plague', Tyrell Pregg shouted to the surroundings.

"We must leave now and return to the castle, quickly, my brothers!"

Nothing happened.

A column of scimitar-shaped super-heavy tanks, which had already assembled, suddenly opened fire.

The crystals used to fire the volcano cannon have an extraordinary connection to the warp, which allows them to easily overload and penetrate the Titan's Void Shield, as well as easily tear apart the Great Magus.

Thiel Preger heard a roar and saw dust flying everywhere.

Then a series of super-heavy vehicles began to move, attempting to run over the wreckage that was already covered in countless flames.

They could certainly hear the sounds, but the distance was too great. The instinct for self-preservation drove the demons, but the actual execution was another matter entirely.

boom!
The seraphim descended once more, crushing the Great Impure One. Its eternally burning spear pierced the skull from top to bottom, then with a flick upwards, it completely cleaved it open from top to bottom.

Then, an even larger explosion occurred, engulfing it and the Nurgle demons it protected.

"Run, run!"

Tyree Preger shouted and ran away from the withering field, clutching his huge wooden paddle, his steps heavy and clumsy.

"Where are you going...where are you going?"

A bunch of Nurgles noticed its movements and called out behind it.

Tyrell Preger ran headlong, with the Nurgle demons close behind.

Countless demons that escaped from the burning earth also followed them, stirring up a massive green tide.

The billowing black smoke from the flames began to be left behind.

The Nurgles following behind suddenly realized where the Lord of Tear Plague had led them.

It was so enormous that it almost blended into the background of their vision, with a massive black cliff standing before them. It was a castle that stretched as far as the eye could see, shrouded in thick fog.

That was the castle of a loving father.

The magnificent, corrupt buildings stood as silent and imposing as mountains.

Hope gleamed in the eyes of all the demons.

They were almost there.

However, the port was farther away than it appeared, and it did not seem to be getting closer with each step.

They began to slow down, panting heavily. Some of the demons stopped, burrowed into the bushes, and leaned on their knees, catching their breath.

Thiel Preger turned around, and the long line of fire stretching across the sky was now hundreds of kilometers away.

Thick black smoke rose from it, as if echoing the dark fog surrounding the decaying castle.

Silence fell over the surroundings.

Bushes, firelight, smoke, and howling wind.

Some demons are panting.

Wow!

The silver chains, crackling with psionic lightning, swung out.

"Gah!"

Thiel Preger turned around abruptly.

That was a much smaller, unclean creature.

It was bound.

It was pulled down.

It was dragged into the forest, which was against a backdrop of billowing smoke.

"Gah!!!"

It let out a scream.

Thiel Preger listened to the sounds of slaughter that seemed to be right next to him.

That was the sound of a psionic weapon slicing into rotting flesh, the tremor of the soul that constituted a great demon being torn apart.

This is unlike the blood-and-fire conflicts of the real universe, which only bring endless benefits to demons.

It's more like a grand game of the gods, with two demonic armies fighting, hunting, and devouring each other.

It cannot be seen.

Thiel Preger gripped the wooden oar tightly, staring ahead in a panic, constantly wiping away decaying tears.

Until the howling of the Great Impure One weakens and eventually disappears.

It's dead.

(End of this chapter)