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Chapter 631 Misfortune and Luck (Please subscribe)

Jeremiah Blitz felt that he was extremely unlucky. Not long after his merchant ship entered the Warp, the Great Speaker and the Lord of Red Sand launched the Shadow Crusade. The raging Storm of Destruction trapped him in the Warp for who knows how many years.

When he managed to escape from the Warp and rushed to Terra, he was caught by Sevatar who came to report the news. The Prince of Crows successfully delivered the message to Terra using their ship.

But as soon as Sevatar left his ship, this last descendant of a family of wandering traders from the Five Hundred Worlds received a serious notice from the Imperial Fists.

His ship, the Granted Destiny, which was converted from a Moon-class cruiser, was requisitioned by the Imperial Navy and incorporated into the huge fleet. As for himself, he was also reorganized into the 177th Regiment of the Terra Solar Auxiliary Forces.

In the tide of the times, even someone with such status and reputation as him has no choice. The empire needs to unite any forces that can be won over. This is not a request, but a naked order.

When Jeremiah got an incendiary gun and put on a finely crafted carapace armor and a micro-powered backpack, he had become a glorious recruit of the Solar Auxiliary Army.

His physical fitness is quite good, and he can join the war after undergoing specific military training.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Jeremiah's former men were also reorganized and assigned to an infantry regiment with him, so the wandering trader was able to stay with his old friends.

During these few months, although Jeremiah suffered from the heavy training day after day, at least his safety was guaranteed. Terra is the throne world of mankind, and it is definitely the safest place in the entire galaxy.

But soon, Jeremiah realized that he was wrong. The damn rebels had actually teleported directly into Terra's low-Earth orbit and launched a bombing and landing on the throne world.

"The Emperor must be playing a joke on me. Why do I always run into such unfortunate things?"

"Once or twice is fine, but what about the third or fourth time?"

Under the walls of the imperial palace, Jeremiah and his 177th Regiment of the Solar Auxiliary Forces were fighting the rebels' Mortal Auxiliary Forces, and during the breaks in the enemy's bombardment, he complained to his friends around him.

"Is this bad luck? If it were really bad luck, you would have died a long time ago, brother."

His former subordinate, now his battle brother, answered Jeremiah's complaints while accurately killing a mutant who was quietly advancing with his incendiary rifle.

The scorching energy directly burned the opponent's internal organs and bones into ashes. He then pulled back and took a temporary rest, while happily looking at the increasing numbers on the display on his wrist.

"Well, let's not talk about it. I haven't taken a bath in a long time. I really want to take a hot spring bath. I would be willing to live ten years less."

Jeremiah gave a bitter smile. He was about to scratch his itchy back, but accidentally rubbed the display screen of the micro-thinker computer on his wrist.

"Coordinates sent."

Accompanied by a burst of electronic sound feedback, the next second, a string of precise coordinates was sent by Jeremiah to the command center in the rear, and then a new round of precise artillery fire was opened at these coordinates.

Jeremiah suddenly felt extremely guilty because he had touched the screen completely by mistake.

Each Solar Auxiliary Army had upgraded their equipment in the previous equipment changes, making them the same as the Ultramar Auxiliary Army from the Five Hundred Worlds.

When an auxiliary army discovers a target and urgently needs fire support, it can report its coordinates with itself as the origin to summon fierce artillery support.

A shrill scream was heard, and a striking mushroom cloud immediately rose up at a location several kilometers ahead of Jeremiah and his men's line under the attack of tactical fusion missiles and heavy artillery.

The dazzling light was filtered by the goggles, and the noise reduction module on the helmet protected the auxiliary soldiers' hearing. After the shock wave dissipated, the cold electronic female voice of the Thinker rang in Jeremiah's ears.

"Fire support killed 5 Warp Energy Carriers and 23 Rebellious Auxiliary Troops."

"Your merit has been recorded, Captain Jeremiah Blitz of the 177th Regiment."

Jeremiah was silent. He really touched it by accident.

Who knows if there is really a hidden rebel base at that coordinate? Those five heads should refer to the cultists who believe in evil gods among the enemies, or the psychics who practice evil witchcraft.

However, most of the psychics could not withstand the attack of the fire bombardment. It was obvious that Jeremiah's mistake just now had sent them all to heaven.

Before the Empire's tactical missile support lands, the internal scanning system will automatically detect enemies within the killing range and conduct preliminary rough identification.

Although this error range cannot accurately confirm the identity of the target, it can still clearly identify obvious characteristics such as whether the target has psychic powers.

Precisely because of such detailed intelligence support, the military achievements of each mortal auxiliary army will be clearly recorded and can be queried in Terra's thinking space.

"Boss, what did I say? You are a very lucky man." Jeremiah's comrades immediately punched him excitedly. He saw clearly that his boss really just acted on impulse and killed dozens of traitors.

"No, I, eh..."

He originally wanted to make some excuses, but after thinking it over, he felt that it was better to say less.

According to past experience, bad luck often strikes again just when he starts to get lucky.

"Emperor, please don't play with me!" Jeremiah wailed in his heart.

Everything seemed to have passed, and Jeremiah's worries were smoothed over time.

Seven Terra days passed, and Jeremiah and his team tenaciously repelled the rebels' attacks time and time again.

Even the traitorous knight mechas who had defected to the Dark Mechanicus were lured into the minefield by this heroic auxiliary soldier and burned to ashes by those melta bombs.

But today, Jeremiah suddenly had a bad feeling, because the comrade next to him had been suffering from a high fever since dawn, and even the medical module built into the sophisticated armor he was wearing could not cure him.

In theory, the medical module equipped on each Solar Auxiliary Army has the function of emergency medical treatment, and can save a life even in the case of fatal injuries such as massive internal bleeding.

But now the disease has suddenly occurred and the medical kit is completely ineffective. Jeremiah watched helplessly as his subordinates and comrades were burned to death by the high fever.

His body was terribly hot, which was definitely not a normal human body temperature.

The disease progressed so rapidly that Jeremiah didn't even have time to send him to the military medical camp in the rear for further treatment.

"My poor brother."

Jeremiah lamented. He wanted to take another look at his old friend who had shared hardships with him, but suddenly he found that his originally swollen and red body had cooled down at an incredible speed. His skin turned a dull green color and began to emit an unpleasant stench.

There's something very wrong with this. Ten to nine points.

The next moment, the Sun Auxiliary Army soldier who had just been declared dead crawled up in front of Jeremiah.

Disgusting blood and pus were oozing out from the holes all over his body, and many flies and mosquitoes suddenly came from nowhere and began to fly around him.

"Emperor's beard! I knew this day would come!"

Jeremiah used an incendiary gun to burn the enemy's bodies to ashes. Outside the position, a fog that seemed to be made up of countless mosquitoes began to spread, and disturbing sounds and smells came from there.

However, at least one-third of the people in their position have been infected with the disease, and even if they are not dead, they are just halfway to death. Obviously, everyone was still alive and kicking last night, and everyone was bragging that they could hold out until death.

Amid the spreading plague fog, the Death Guard Legion corrupted by their father Nurgle began to set foot on the battlefield of Terra.

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 by finding another Primarch for the Plague Father can our sins be forgiven."

In the Death Guard camp, Captain Typhons, who had completely transformed 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.