My Desperate Journey in 40k

At the Mandeville point of Parmenio, a fleet jumped out of the warp. After coming out of the warp, the fleet moved towards Parmenio, the capital world of the Parmenio galaxy. The huge star fortress was surrounded by the fleet, like a moving planet.

"They've arrived... Wait... What is that? A star fortress? This size, is it a mountain array? No, it doesn't have those imperial-style decorations on it. What on earth is this? The intelligence doesn't say anything like this!"

Typhons looked at the fleet and was about to order it to attack and intercept the Imperial fleet when he spotted the terrifying figure of the "Sun Fortress". He immediately ordered the fleet to stop any action.

Are you kidding? This star fortress is almost the same size as the Phalanx, and there are warships that it has never seen before. It doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it.

"Do not forget the commandments of my Lord."

The twisted monster beside Typhon looked at it and reminded it.

"I know... I don't need you to remind me. I will carry out my Lord's orders."

Typhon looked at the fleet and felt very conflicted. If he really intercepted the fleet, his plague fleet would definitely be severely damaged. But if he did not intercept the fleet, the blessing of the Father would stay away from it and it would not be able to get the Father's gaze.

"The fleet is divided into two groups. One group will attract firepower and prepare to teleport. I want to spread the blessing of the loving father to that star fortress."

Typhon thought about it and finally made up his mind. Since he was going to suffer huge losses, he would rob the imperial warships to make up for the losses. He was determined to get that huge star fortress.

The Plague Fleet quickly took action under Typhons' order. The fleet was divided into two groups. One group of fleets went at full speed and rushed towards the Imperial Fleet, while the other group of fleets began to slowly approach the Imperial Fleet, waiting for an opportunity.

Teleportation spells were also quickly constructed, and the Plague Warriors were ready to be teleported, but they did not know that the enemy they were about to face was not the scale of a warband of this era, but the scale of a legion of the Great Crusade era.

"Captain Wang Ming, the Plague Fleet has been spotted, requesting combat authorization."

Wang Ming was discussing the battle with Guilliman and Fulgrim in the bridge, when suddenly Colonel Radulovich appeared beside Wang Ming and reported to him what he had monitored.

"As expected, they are here. You are allowed to use weapons. Unlock weapon permissions and eliminate them all. Also, notify everyone to prepare for level one combat. The enemy may teleport to board the ship."

After hearing Colonel Radulovich's report, Wang Ming replied to him that things were exactly the same as in the original timeline and the Plague Fleet had indeed come to intercept.

"Since you're here, there's no need to leave. Typhons... is a scum of the world. I didn't kill Mortarion before, so it would be a good idea to kill him."

Wang Ming looked at his two brothers and thought to himself that he was going to destroy the plague fleet here and kill Typhons by the way.

"Come on, my brothers, let's watch some fireworks."

Wang Ming looked at the two Primarchs with a smile and spoke to them half-jokingly.

Although Wang Ming said it lightly, the battle would definitely not be that easy. The fleet's formation began to change, and all weapon arrays were pointed at the plague fleet. The first round of attack was ready.

"First strike, fire."

Wang Ming sat in the command seat. He looked at the holographic projection screen in front of him and said calmly that in Wang Ming's understanding, one round of attack should not be able to resolve the battle. Preparations for the second round of attack have been made. As long as the first round is over, the second round of attack will start directly, and strive to destroy all plague fleets, including the Queen of Glory-class battleship.

Following Wang Ming's order, all the weapon arrays of the entire fleet opened fire. The light of the light spears illuminated the dark background of the universe. The huge macro-cannon shells like Titans flew towards the plague fleet at sub-light speeds. Various torpedoes and missiles were also launched and flew towards their locked targets.

In an instant, the light of explosion flashed in the plague fleets, the twisted living ships were evaporated by the high temperature, and the monsters on them were also vaporized. The fleet that attracted the firepower was completely destroyed in an instant.

"How can this be!?"

Typhus' fleet had already approached the Imperial fleet. When it was about to use magic to teleport the Plague Warriors, it saw that the fleet it had used to attract firepower was instantly wiped out. This was beyond Typhus's expectations. It was now beginning to regret that half of its fleet had been destroyed. It must get those Imperial warships to supplement its lost fleet.

"let's start."

Typhons cast a psychic spell, and a twisted green light surrounded it. The tentacles on the twisted and disgusting deck also danced above it as it cast the spell, which was extremely disgusting.

It decided to personally lead the team to the Imperial Fleet to capture the star fortress. It had already planned that as soon as it boarded the star fortress, it would immediately cast psychic spells to release a virus that corrupted the machinery, directly corrupting a large area, allowing them to slowly corrupt the entire star fortress.

"The war has begun. All regiments must prepare for battle and bring auxiliary troops. Each company must bring a regiment of mortal auxiliary troops. The tragedy of the previous "Star Conquest" must not happen again."

Wang Xiaofa and Hu Jin commanded each company and asked them to take the mortal auxiliary troops to various areas. They had learned the lesson from the previous "Star Conquest" and had a complete defense plan against the enemy's teleportation and boarding.

Each company of each regiment is divided into battle groups. Each battle group is composed of a company of traversers and a reinforced regiment of mortal auxiliary forces (4,000 people). They will go to various areas of the "Sun Fortress" for patrol and defense. As long as the enemy is teleported on board, they can react immediately and notify other battle groups.

Except for the "Sun Bastion", all other ships did the same. However, the defending forces on most ships were only mortal auxiliary troops. But this was enough. After all, there were still combat iron men and the internal defense system of the ship. As long as those high-level psychics did not appear, there would generally not be any big problems.

"It's time... Come on, I want to prove to the loving Father that I am the one who deserves His blessing the most. That "weak" guy Mortarion doesn't deserve the blessing of the loving Father at all!"

Typhus and a group of plague warriors suddenly appeared in a hall of the "Sun Fortress". Typhus looked at the technological environment in front of him and thought proudly that he would seize this star fortress and corrupt Wang Ming, the Primarch, to get more attention and love from his father.

253. Chapter 250 "Divine Poison"

253.

Typhons expressed disdain for the fact that Mortarion had not corrupted Wang Ming before. When he learned the news, he thought that if it were him, he would definitely be able to corrupt Wang Ming.

It has now begun to put into practice its idea at that time. It will do what Mortarion failed to do. It will corrupt Wang Ming. Moreover, it has received news that the three Primarchs are together. If it can corrupt all three Primarchs, then it will surely gain the favor of the benevolent father, be promoted to His prince, and surpass its so-called father Mortarion.

"Kakaka…"

Just as Typhons was fantasizing about corrupting the three Primarchs, becoming a fatherly demon prince, and trampling Mortarion under his feet, automatic laser cannons slid out silently above their heads.

Those laser cannons aimed at the Plague Warriors, and just as the laser cannons were about to fire, their various components suddenly began to age abnormally. The various components turned into pieces of corrupted fragments, as if they had experienced thousands of years.

"Automatic defense system..."

Typhon looked at the laser turrets that were shattered into pieces, with psychic light flashing in his hands. This was a virus that corroded metal. It was used when it first boarded the "Sun Fortress".

The metal floors and various equipment around it are stained with rust. The power represented by Nurgle is not only life, but also terrible corruption.

"Clap clap clap!!!"

Just as Typhons was about to take a closer look at the interior of the "Sun Fortress", a burst of explosive bombs rained down on the Plague Warriors. They were a battle group that had been notified and rushed here.

"Shit! Typhons! Hurry up and inform the boss!"

When the time travelers saw Typhons, they quickly ordered the mortal auxiliary troops to retreat, and then drew their power swords. Some time travelers directly brought out heavy weapons, such as a super thermal-melt cannon from the First Engineer Company. They set it up the moment they saw Typhons. The speed of mechanical assembly was so fast that even the oil men were amazed.

"No need to notify, I'm already here, it would be nice to kill this guy."

Wang Ming's voice came from behind the time travelers. The time travelers looked back and saw three huge figures standing behind the retreating mortal auxiliary army. Wang Ming also waved his hand to tell the mortal auxiliary army who wanted to perform the Sky Eagle Salute to them to retreat quickly.

"When did you come?"

The time traveler captain looked at the three Primarchs. When did they come over? Even the Astartes in his own company didn't notice them.

"The teleportation technology inside the Solar Fortress. A star fortress of this size is equipped with internal teleportation."

Wang Ming looked at the captain of the traversal team, who walked in front of them with Guilliman and Fulgrim, blocking them and the Plague Warriors.

"Typhons, um... come on."

Wang Ming drew out his long sword and was about to rush towards the plague warriors, but Guilliman was faster than him. He rushed forward with the Sword of the Emperor. Wang Ming and Fulgrim were both a little confused. Originally, the two wanted to cooperate with each other, but Guilliman rushed forward directly.

Wang Ming and Fulgrim looked at each other and rushed forward together helplessly.

As soon as Guilliman rushed forward, Typhons raised a hand. He was also a psyker. During the Great Crusade, he had suppressed his talent because Mortarion did not like psykers. But after the Heresy, he no longer suppressed his psyker abilities. He was also a powerful psyker.

The psychic light in Typhons' hand flashed, and disgusting green poisonous mist appeared from its side, and then rushed towards Guilliman. The poisonous mist was like a entity, it wrapped around Guilliman and pressed him against the wall not far away.

"Sure enough... Brother Thirteen, the result of you fighting against a psychic is always like this."

Wang Ming looked speechlessly at Guilliman who was slammed against the wall. This was almost becoming a rule. Whenever Guilliman faced off in a one-on-one duel, he would never end up well. He would either be slammed against the wall or seriously injured in the ICU.

"Kill Typhons first!"

Wang Ming said something to Fulgrim beside him, then used his own ability, and golden flames covered his entire body, continuously burning the poisonous fog created by Typhons.

Guilliman forced his way down from the wall under the enormous pressure of the poisonous fog. All systems of the Armor of Destiny were sounding alarms. The poisonous fog was not only eroding his body, but also corroding his power armor.

"Brother Thirteen, let's not fight alone. Why don't we have a righteous group fight?"

Wang Ming rushed towards the plague warriors and spoke to Guilliman who was adjusting his condition and preparing to rejoin the battle.

Wang Ming charged into the group of Death Guards. Those twisted Plague Warriors were like rag dolls in the hands of Wang Ming, the Primarch. They were chopped to death with long swords and torn to pieces by Wang Ming. Compared to Wang Ming's simple and rough fighting style, Fulgrim was incomparably elegant. His flaming blade slid across the heads of the Plague Warriors and directly cut off their heads.

After adjusting himself, Guilliman also joined the battlefield wielding the Sword of the Emperor. The never-extinguished flame on the Sword of the Emperor burned the plague warriors.

Typhons looked at the three Primarchs. He was now unusually calm. Since he dared to board the "Sun Bastion", he was ready to face the three Primarchs.

"My Lord has predicted this moment. He has bestowed upon me the gift. I will certainly be able to use it to pull the three Primarchs into the arms of the loving Father."

Typhus looked at the three Primarchs, and a strange green psychic light flashed in his hands. The virus given to Typhus by Nurgle to corrupt the Primarchs appeared on earth from the High Heavens.

Typhus looked at Wang Ming and raised his hand towards him. His spiritual energy carrying the virus quickly flew towards Wang Ming. When it just touched Wang Ming's body, it was burned by the golden flame. It consumed the defense of the golden flame. When the golden flame was about to burn it out, the "divine poison" at the core of the virus group finally entered Wang Ming's body. It instantly corroded the power armor and entered Wang Ming's body.

Compared to the "Divine Plague" that killed the Primarch, the "Divine Poison" is a complete torture, using endless pain to make a loyal Primarch willingly embrace his loving father.

Wang Ming watched the virus enter his body. He originally thought that the golden flame could burn it all, but he didn't expect that this thing would break through his golden flame defense and directly enter his body.

As the virus entered Wang Ming's body, Wang Ming instantly felt the changes in his body. His movements slowed down, and his muscle reaction speed even dropped to the level of an Astartes. His reaction ability slowed down. Wang Ming, who had adapted to the original body's terrifying reaction ability, couldn't even control his body for a while and almost fell down.

"hiss……"

These are not the worst. A second later, Wang Ming felt an extremely painful feeling spread all over his body. Every part of his body was in crazy pain. If this kind of pain were to happen to an Astartes, it would be enough to make him instantly die from the pain.

"Damn you! Guilliman! Fulgrim! Take the time-traversers and retreat first! Colonel Radulovich! Block this area after they retreat! Use disinfection equipment! Regional disinfection!"

Wang Ming cursed angrily while feeling the pain in his body, then shouted to Guilliman and Fulgrim that he could use death to get rid of the influence of the virus, but Guilliman and Fulgrim could not do that. This virus was definitely designed specifically to target the Primarchs, and he absolutely could not let his two brothers be infected.

The plague warriors around Wang Ming also took advantage of Wang Ming being affected by the virus and stabbed all kinds of corrupt weapons into Wang Ming's body. The viruses on them also entered Wang Ming's body. Wang Ming's Primarch-level immune system instantly fought against those viruses. From the perspective of Wang Ming's body, the virus was no less than the Milky Way during the Horus Heresy.

When Fulgrim and Guilliman heard Wang Ming's shout, they both hesitated. Fulgrim looked at Wang Ming who was tortured by the virus. He could see Wang Ming's body trembling in pain. Looking at the Death Guards who took advantage of Wang Ming's weakness to attack him, Fulgrim immediately prepared to rush up to save Wang Ming, just like when Wang Ming saved him from the aliens. He couldn't just watch Wang Ming die like this.

After hesitating for a moment, Guilliman was ready to follow Fulgrim and rush forward. He could not let any more of his brothers die. He had already lost too many brothers.

"Snapped!"

A burning bomb hit Fulgrim's feet accurately. It was a shot that Wang Ming forcibly pulled out of his grenade launcher and fired. This shot stopped the two Primarchs from advancing.

"go!"

Wang Ming changed the direction of the grenade launcher and aimed it at the head of a Death Guard. He pulled the trigger and shouted to his two brothers.

"My Lords, our...father will not die so easily. He must have his own plans for letting you go."

The time traveler captain also came to the two genes. The time travelers almost surrounded the two Primarchs. They used explosive bombs to try to support Wang Ming, while persuading Guilliman and Fulgrim to leave quickly. They were the 9th Company of the 1st Regiment, and they knew very well what their boss was going to do. They had to leave quickly, otherwise they would definitely be affected by what the boss would do in a while.

"go!"

Guilliman hesitated for a while, then spoke to Fulgrim. Fulgrim was still a little hesitant after hearing Guilliman's words. He was worried that Wang Ming would be killed.

"Let's go... I... I can't die... Think about Vulcan..."

Wang Ming's voice came like a ghost. He was now beginning to be on the verge of death, but there were no Death Guards around him. Those guys were forced back by the traversers' bombs, plasma and thermal melt.

"Vulkan..., Fulgrim, let's go, don't worry about Wang Ming."

After hearing Wang Ming's words, Guilliman remembered what happened on Macragge. He understood why Wang Ming was so confident in letting them go. Wang Ming was an immortal.

"Can…"

Fulgrim was still hesitant. He didn't understand what Wang Ming meant. Why did he think of Vulkan?