Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 513 Killing the Demon Lord (Third Update)
Every step forward toward the shield generator is stained with the blood and will of the loyalists.

A Terminator was hit by several streams of strong acid and pus from a sudden concentrated attack from the flank. The thick shoulder armor hissed and groaned as it was severely corroded, rapidly thinning and perforating, with highly toxic yellow-green vapor hissing as it seeped into the joint gaps.

But his steely will was not corrupted; instead, he roared even more furiously, plunging his rapidly spinning chainsaw sword into the swollen, pus-filled abdomen of a plague warrior who had seized the opportunity to pounce on him!
The high-speed saw teeth churned wildly, spraying blood and bits of flesh until the chainsaw sword's power system groaned in its final moments and completely failed under the corrosive effects of the strong acid.

He was then forcibly dragged back to a relatively safe area under the cover of his brothers' crossfire.

No one hesitated, no one retreated.

They tore apart the resisters with chainsaw swords, responded to the blasphemous howls with the roar of bomb guns, withstood the filthy attacks with heavy armor, and crushed all obstacles with their iron will.

There was only one target—the shield generator that pulsed with an ominous green light.

Qasim's roar, like thunder, exploded in the Terminator team's internal communications channel: "For the Emperor! For the Primarch! The target is in sight! Deploy the molten bomb! Destroy that blasphemous source!"

Several Terminators, like the most sophisticated machines, steadily advanced despite the sporadic corrosive bullets and the claws of the walkers.

They branded the powerful molten metal bombs precisely and firmly onto the shield generator's massive, pulsating core structure, covered with thick scabs and writhing, large blood vessels.

The scarlet countdown numbers lit up coldly, like the pronouncement of death.

At the same instant, deep within the tower where the shield generator was located, the destructive energy of the molten metal bomb erupted like a miniature sun. The extremely high temperature instantly melted and vaporized the massive core structure, and the blinding incandescent light devoured everything.

The beams and columns supporting the tower, made of corroded metal and overgrown bones, twisted and broke under the intense heat, emitting a tooth-grinding groan. The entire tower collapsed inward amidst a deafening roar, turning into a ruin that spewed flames and toxic smoke and flowed with molten metal.

The greasy, tough green shield covering the fortress, like a shattered glass dome, flickered violently before completely collapsing and dissipating.

Deep within the fortress, in the Hall of Pus, the core runes of the blasphemous array, which had been bombarded by the think tank team, emitted a soul-piercing shriek amidst a blinding burst of golden psionic energy. The skeletons that formed the array shattered into dust inch by inch, the glowing plague runes instantly dimmed and crumbled into ashes, and the boiling pool of pus suddenly collapsed and subsided.

The energy flow maintaining the magical shield was forcibly cut off, and the powerful psionic backlash shockwave spread violently like an invisible hammer, sending the remaining Nurgle wizards flying backward. More foul-smelling pustules burst open on their bloated bodies.

Two earth-shattering roars, one real and one illusory, almost overlapped as they violently tore apart the entire structure of the crumbling fortress!
The last two barriers that covered the rotting fortress—the solid planetary physical shield and the distorted chaotic sorcery field—were simultaneously and utterly torn to shreds by the Ash Knights' precise and synchronized deadly attacks from both inside and outside!
Inside the decaying hall, the instantaneous disappearance of the sorcery shield caused Grote's corrupted psionic link to jerk abruptly, and the buzzing cloud of decaying flies surrounding it also experienced a brief period of chaos.

This deadly energy fluctuation was crystal clear to Hathor's molten gold-like sharp vision.

"Opportunity!" A chilling killing intent erupted in her chest. "Claws of Horus" swiftly and fiercely slashed upwards at an extremely tricky angle, the adamantite claws slamming into the handle of Grot's Plague Scythe, which was delayed for half a second due to the psionic fluctuations. The immense force knocked the scythe away, exposing the demon lord's previously torn chest wound, where rotting flesh had not yet fully covered it.

Almost simultaneously with the parry by the blade claw, the Storm Bolt Gun below his wrist instantly spewed out deadly tongues of fire!

A burst of high-explosive armor-piercing rounds precisely penetrated deep into the gaping wound! Thud! Thud! Thud—Boom!! The warheads exploded violently inside Grote's decaying chest cavity, spraying out a mixture of foul-smelling, viscous tissue fluid, shattered bone fragments, and dark green fel-infused pus and blood, along with pieces of internal organs!

Grot let out a roar that was a mixture of excruciating pain and rage. His massive body was thrown backward by the force of the internal explosion, and he lost his balance completely.

Hathor didn't pause for a moment. The terrifying Primarch-level power in his entire body was transmitted through his spine to his arms, and poured into the "Worldbreaker" he was holding tightly!
The azure disintegration force field covering the warhammer's surface was instantly compressed to its limit, emitting a high-frequency, piercing shriek and buzzing.

The next moment, the giant hammer, a symbol of destruction, tore through the foul air and, with a supersonic trajectory and the absolute power to shatter mountains, smashed with unparalleled precision into the very center of Grot's enormous head, which was covered with a twisted horned helmet!
Bang—crack—splat! A terrifying, muffled explosion that made the entire hall's foundation tremble!
The seemingly sturdy horned helmet, along with the already decayed demon skull beneath it, shattered and crumbled instantly as if struck head-on by a massive impact press!
A foul-smelling mixture of brain matter, sharp bone fragments, and rotting tissue fragments, mixed with dark green, shimmering pus, sprayed violently in a radial pattern!
The filthy liquid was splashed onto the walls, the ground, and the blasphemous altar within a radius of tens of meters, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Grot's massive, headless body convulsed violently a few times before crashing forward with tremendous force, slamming heavily onto the cracked, rotting floor and splattering large pools of pus and blood.

Then this filthy creation rapidly disintegrated and dissolved, turning into billowing yellow-green smoke and foul-smelling residue, eventually dissipating completely and returning to the abyss of the warp.

"Roar—!!!" The instantaneous annihilation of his ally caused the Great Impure One Gugagu to let out a deafening roar filled with endless rage and malice!
Its massive, mountain-like body unleashed an astonishing speed disproportionate to its size. The enormous plague sword, carrying a corrupting power capable of corrupting the continent, tore through the air with a piercing shriek, sweeping across Hathor's waist as he seemed to be recovering from his fatal blow!

Hathor's eyes were sharp as knives, and he had no intention of taking the devastating sweep head-on.

Primarch's extraordinary reflexes and muscles erupted instantly. She suddenly performed an extreme tactical roll to the side and rear, and the servo system of the Precision Terminator armor emitted a sharp buzzing sound to assist in the evasion!
"Boom—!!!" The Plague Giant Sword, carrying immense force, slammed down on the spot where she had just stood, splitting the solid, corrupted ground open into a bottomless crack with its edges flowing with filthy energy and strong acidic pus!

The splattering corrosive pus splashed onto the back of the Terminator armor as Hathor rolled along his path, making a sizzling sound and leaving mottled corrosion marks.

Just as Hathor regained his footing, Gugagu's massive, rusty, and barbed iron claws came hurtling in from another tricky angle, bringing with them a foul stench!

She gave a low shout and twisted her body to parry with "Worldbreaker".

"Clang—!!!" A loud sound, like a super heavy forging hammer hitting an anvil, echoed!

(End of this chapter)