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They could also see that these traitors lacked confidence, otherwise the enemy would never have chosen to retreat first.

They considered it valuable to delay these traitors even for a second. As long as they attacked them from both inside and outside together with the Blood Angels, they would be able to completely bury these enemies who destroyed their homes in this land of death.

Now that an angel has come to me, what is there to be afraid of?

Chapter 455 Plague Warrior (Please subscribe)

Croesus led his troops to evacuate in an orderly manner. The Death Guard warriors marched in silence. They did not use any armored vehicles to assist in movement. This was the tradition of the Fourteenth Legion. The Pale King believed that this could help his descendants develop a strong will.

A faint dark green luster appeared on their gray and white armor, which was the blessing and gift of the Warmaster. Croesus knew that some Warp entities surrendered to Horus' power and were integrated into their weapons.

"Warp demons, yes, these things really exist."

As a pharmacist of the Legion, Crosius had always believed in the Imperial Truth promoted by the Emperor, but his thoughts changed after the Legion betrayed the Empire and the Word Bearers showed his companions the truth about the Empyrean.

He had a close relationship with Typhon, the captain of the first company of the legion and a close comrade of the Primarch Mortarion, who would often tell him about and teach him the forbidden faith of the God of Life in private.

It was during his contact with Typhon that Croesus realized that this captain of the first company of the legion was actually a psyker that the Primarch hated the most!

Apart from astropaths and navigators, there are almost no psykers in the Death Guard Legion. The root cause of this is the Primarch Mortarion's extreme hatred of psykers.

According to Captain Typhon, when the Primarch fell on Barbarus, he was enslaved by an alien psychic overlord. If the Emperor had not arrived in time at the last moment, the Primarch would probably have died at the hands of the alien psychic overlord.

Of course, this information was secret and could not be passed on to others. Typhon specifically instructed that Mortarion must not be informed of it.

Although the Pale King is kind and loving to his son, his weak spots will be touched once the topic of his adoptive father, the alien overlord, and psychic powers is brought up.

But when Croesus looked back, he suddenly realized that when he knew these things, he had already boarded Typhon's ship. No matter how he argued, in the eyes of the Primarch, he had already become a member of Typhon's faction.

"Typhon's loyalty to the Primarch... is flawed." The pharmacist commented. He didn't want to say something that would be considered disobedient, such as saying that Typhon was not loyal to the Primarch at all, so he chose a more tactful approach.

In his heart, Typhon might not be loyal enough to the Primarch and he had more selfish motives, but he couldn't do something like turning against the Primarch and betraying the Legion, right?

That's impossible!

No Astartes could do such a thing, and the pharmacist found his own unrealistic fantasies laughable.

Croesus and other Death Guards had mixed feelings about the demon-infused equipment given by the Warmaster.

They knew that their gene-father hated anything to do with the Warp, and if navigators and astropaths were not essential personnel for Warp navigation, his flagship Endurance would never have had any psychic powers.

As for the demon-possessed equipment, it's no longer some kind of psychic existence. It's the naked psychic energy itself, a manifestation of those filthy things.

But they could not refuse the powerful force at their fingertips, especially when the Blood Angels were at the gates of the city and a fierce battle was about to break out.

"Death Guard, form up!"

Crosius ordered his army to switch formation. They had already returned to their positions. The tall and heavy Death Guard Astartes were arranged in a heavy infantry phalanx, ready to await the arrival of the Blood Angels.

The pharmacist could hear the whispers of his own armor in his ears. An ancient existence was sealed in the power armor, which replaced the original machine soul. The power from the ancient supreme heaven was nourishing the power armor.

He frowned and became wary of this self-aware weapon.

However, the power armor actively merged with the Death Guard's body, and the powerful and surging Warp energy seeped into the Astartes' body through the warm metal, burning huge ulcers on the skin surface of the Son of Mortarion.

A large number of herpes and scars began to spread, and Croesus felt the changes in his body. An inexplicable fear became heavier as the disease spread.

He was an experienced pharmacist who had studied on Mars and learned various medical knowledge from a biological sage. He naturally understood that it was extremely difficult for Astartes' superhuman body to get sick.

The pebble kidneys give the Astartes powerful detoxification capabilities, the pre-set stomach can process a variety of highly toxic or indigestible foods, and the third lung can absorb oxygen from oxygen-deficient or toxic air and neutralize the toxins in it.

Even in the face of radiation damage, Astartes' pigment control can adjust the skin's morphology and change the skin color to avoid damage from radiation light.

Moreover, for the Death Guard, poisoning and illness are even more ridiculous. Everyone knows that the Sons of Mortarion can endure the worst battlefield environment. They can maintain normal combat effectiveness in the most extreme toxic atmospheric environment.

This damn power armor did not report any abnormalities. Croesus then realized that the machine soul of the armor had been replaced by the subspace monster that Horus stuffed into it.

It is undoubtedly ridiculous to expect the devil to diagnose your condition.

After a while, the Death Guards felt that their armor and skin and flesh had completely merged into one. It was not relying on the black shell to fuse the neural links, but the armor and flesh would no longer be divided from each other.

A huge force was gushing out of the power armor. Croesus felt that he had grown taller and his strength had increased a lot. His body seemed to stretch out the power armor that originally fit him well, forcing it to expand a bit as well.

In a trance, a being as huge as a mountain with a kind face extended a sincere invitation to them.

He sincerely wishes the Death Guards all the best, wishing them perseverance and tenacity.

He has equal love for every individual, whether it is human, microorganism, or other life, He loves them all equally.

"Father..."

The strange feeling on Croesus' body had completely disappeared. He felt that the wriggling herpes and sores were nothing more than normal life reactions, just like the harmonious relationship between life and death.

He no longer felt any pain. The armor on his body was thick and tough, and his strength was several times greater than before.

The huge chainsaw sickle extended like limbs, and this weapon gave Croesus the feeling of a completely living thing. It was breathing, stretching its limbs, and even dripping some sticky pus and blood.

Suddenly, he became excited because the Blood Angels were approaching.

He ordered the Mortal Auxilia, who were also beginning to stagger, to stop the annoying Solar Auxilia, while the Death Guard marched heavy steps straight towards the Blood Angels' assault.

The Death Guards only felt that they were running faster and faster. This land full of toxins and pathogens was so suitable for their exercise.

The Commander could see the ornate art and markings of purity on the Blood Angels' armor through the filter that tinted everything in front of him green.

A face suddenly emerged from Croesus's shoulder armor. It stretched, slid down, and solidified into a swollen and loose little monster. It was trembling, as if adapting to the differences in rules between the subspace and the real universe. Then the cute little monster began to giggle.

The footsteps of the Death Guard were unstoppable, as if they could trample on anything that stood in their way. More and more little demons, or beings that could be called Nurglings, began to crawl all over the ground. They shuttled through the open ruins and frolicked on the wasteland.

Some of them giggled, while others were silent, as if they had something on their minds.

Radon suddenly fell to the ground from mid-air, and the power of the jet pack behind him slowly weakened.

He stopped his own Holy Blood Guards, with a power dagger forged from the [Angel Steel] produced in Bart standing in front of him.

"Be careful, the subspace power of these enemies is completely out of control, and they have completely fallen into chaos!"

Chapter 456: The Power of a Loving Father

This was an unprecedented feeling. The armor possessed by the demon seemed to be rotten. Croesus could clearly hear the clicking sounds of the servo systems as if they were not properly maintained.

The Nurglings, whose ferocious looks were yet adorable, were frolicking happily on the battlefield. They seemed to have no idea what fear was.

There were Nurglings everywhere. The happy little guys tried to trip and gnaw on the armor of the Death Guards, but when they found that they couldn't bite them at all, they immediately clung to them and followed their masters like loyal pets.

They climbed up smoothly along the bulges of the armor, leaving behind a trail of numbing putrid fluid and filth as they climbed. All kinds of rotten excrement stuck to the unpainted surface of the Death Guard's armor.

If it were the Death Guard of the past, they would have been furious and killed these blasphemous little creatures one by one with a punch, but in the eyes of Croesus now, these Nurglings waving their stubby arms and imitating roars with shrill voices... are also quite pleasing to the eye.

But then, Crosius kicked the Nurgling on his body away. This abnormally equipped little fellow almost tore off the pull ring of his high-explosive grenade, and he was immediately frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

Suddenly, an epiphany came to his mind. Why could he get along so well with these alien demons whom he had never met before?

Could it be that the Warp God named the Kind Father has long been aware of the existence of the Death Guard?

The Nurglings were not slow at all. In fact, they were running very fast. They swarmed forward like a green tide, heading straight for the Blood Angels and the native Solar Auxiliary Forces of those planets.

The Solar Auxiliary Army and Imperial Militia who were trying to stop the Death Guard's retreat discovered these enemies. Calvin and his comrades fired desperately, and the flashing lasers exploded the Nurglings one by one.

"They are not invincible!" the commander shouted.

These abominable little demons are not very strong individually, and some militiamen who engage in close combat with them can even kick them away with one kick, but there are too many of them, so many that they can overwhelm humans with their numbers.

The Nurglings' sharp claws and teeth easily tore through the armor's defenses, leaving some extremely tiny cuts on the auxiliary soldiers' skin.

The wounds were so tiny and seemingly ineffective, but Calvin soon saw how powerful they were.

Those comrades who were scratched and bitten fell to the ground and died in just a few breaths. Their bodies glowed an ominous green.

Countless blisters and boils appeared on the skin, the corpse expanded rapidly as if inflated, and then exploded in the eyes of horror.

The morale of the auxiliary troops suddenly stagnated. They were not afraid of death, but this extremely horrific way of death was not something that most people could accept.

"Keep your distance, attack from a distance!"

The experienced veteran immediately formulated a tactical plan. Calvin retreated with a tingling scalp. These enemies were more outrageous than the other. The original zombies were already difficult enough, but in front of these Nurglings, they were so harmless and friendly.

The Nurglings cheered as they rushed to the dead mortals, crawling into the scars and wounds of the corpses, then ruptured their stomachs with a cackling voice, smeared and bound the intestines and entrails on their bodies, and then continued to attack the humans.

"My Lord, this is such blasphemy..."

+Alarm, unknown virus spread detected, alarm, purification system activated+

Radon is the calmest leader among the Blood Angels. At critical moments, when the captains of the Blood Angels fall into a fanatical desire to fight, he will stand out and act as a brake.

The Thinker system of the power armor is issuing an early warning. You must know that the Blood Angels are all deployed in a fully closed form on the battlefield. Their power armor has a mature internal circulation system. Even so, they are still attacked by the enemy's plague.

"Those are psychic viruses. Call the think tank troops." Radon's deputy is a powerful legion think tank, Mkani Kano, who saw the essence of the other party's plague through his psychic eyes.

All the Death Guards were wrapped in powerful psychic reactions, and those small demons running and laughing were naked psychic creatures.

Naturally, there are a considerable number of think tanks in Radolon's assault team. The Blood Angels have always been famous for close combat and assaults, but their think tanks also have impressive strength.

The Blood Angels Librarians, led by Librarian Kano, stood before their battle-brothers, summoning powerful psychic lightning and blessed holy light.

The crackling lightning fell instantly, bombarding the Death Guards like the light of judgment.

At the same time, the Librarian twisted his arm, raised his bolt pistol and fired three shots at the enemy's head.

He channeled his psychic energy into the bolter, and the first shot struck a Death Guard in the knee, chipping away a layer of his rotten metal armor.

The second and third shots hit the Death Guard's helmet. The destructive spiral projectiles tore through the protection of the ceramsite armor, causing the flesh and blood inside to evaporate and boil.

"This is wrong. The Death Guards are not that fragile." Alarm bells rang in Kano's heart.

However, the next second, the Death Guard who had fallen to the ground after being shot in the head stood up unsteadily, and his torn organs actually began to wriggle and regenerate, along with the rotten metal helmet.

However, the regenerated metal had a texture similar to flesh and blood mixed with bones, which made the Blood Angels even more horrified.

There were seven Death Guards in a row. They charged forward regardless of anything, the heavy grenade launchers in their hands spewing deadly flames and releasing dark green smoke.

The Blood Angels wearing adamantium armor instinctively used their shoulder armor to block the attacks, even though the technical sergeants and priests of the Mechanicum told them that the adamantium armor was not afraid of any individual-level firepower and only the main guns of a Titan or heavy tank could shake its defense.

But now, the habits formed over the long years saved them. The Blood Angels felt the bombs exploding on the adamantine shoulder armor, but there was no huge impact force.

It felt like the armor hit a rotten egg, leaving only a muddy, damp and disgusting feeling.

The explosive bomb attacks from the Death Guard left shallow traces of corrosion. The adamantium armor that would not rust even after tens of thousands of years was rusting in the face of the enemy's attacks.

Librarian Kano was also hit on the shoulder armor by the Death Guard. The enemy's firepower was extremely fierce, and even the psychic shield he released could not block all the attacks.