Chapter 47 47, Legion of Blight

When there is no obvious military disadvantage, sticking to the fortress is not a good choice. This means that the terrain advantage outside the fortress has been completely given up. Not only will it fall into a situation of being passively attacked, but it is also more likely to be attacked by the enemy's concentrated firepower.

Therefore, after learning that the subspace channel was about to be established.

The expeditionary regiment, which had just experienced a war, immediately began to arrange the defense line.

Continuous wars have not tired the Imperial soldiers. Even the mortal Astra Militarum are elites who have been strictly selected.

Moreover, the size difference between the World Purifying Plague Army warband and the expeditionary legion was so big that it hardly consumed much energy from the soldiers.

In the Steel Fortress, Duker's whole body was filled with fighting spirit that was almost substantive, and his face was so excited that people suspected that he would rush into the Chaos lair along the subspace passage in the next second.

"What?! You want me to be the last line of defense?!"

But at this moment, the original body suddenly received a communication from the think tank.

"Yes, Your Highness, after analysis by the think tank, there is a 92.46% chance that the Chaos forces' war target this time is against you; therefore."

The think tank tried to persuade Dukel.

This group of high-level psykers, who are usually known for being neurotic and unable to communicate, talked a lot with the original body.

The general meaning is that when the opponent comes to target the original body, he must have prepared many targeted weapons and conspiracies. The front line is too dangerous and the safety of the original body cannot be risked. At least it must first consume a large amount of the enemy before the original body can be allowed to attack. Going to war or something like that

Duker looked helpless when he heard this.

The think tank's analysis is absolutely rational.

In order not to destroy the tactics they had formulated, Duker could only reluctantly agree.

Even the original body cannot do whatever he wants on the battlefield, as that would be irresponsible for the lives of his comrades.

After obtaining the approval of the original body, the think tanks breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Later, they synchronized the real-time video of the enemy monitored by the Inner Fire on the Space Marine channel.

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in the video,

They are an army of demons full of joy, and even through the video, Duker can feel their cheerful atmosphere.

The jumping Nurglings were engaged in a spitting contest, and the rotting corpses were jumping higher and further; the little devils were beaming with joy, defecating and farting everywhere happily, and then rolling all over the floor; and some were extremely bored. The demons took out their own intestines and played a tug-of-war game.

They were making noises happily and jumping forward. During this period, some demons splashed unknown liquid like thick slurry on the big demon's face. The bloated Great Unclean One just spattered it on his face nonchalantly. I wiped it on as if I was washing my face.

There was a kind smile on his fat face, and he seemed to be happy to see the children healthy and happy.

As they marched, the whole world seemed to fall into a joyful atmosphere, and a sea of ​​maggots and other reptiles spread like waves around them;

Wherever they go, the land is infected by them, squirming happily, demons that are as deformed as cubs hum a tune, and the earth is covered with greasy pus.

Under generous irrigation, the plants began to twist and swell with miraculous fecundity.

At this moment, all living creatures are cheering, the land, the sky, and even the whole world are celebrating.

Everything squirms with joy.

Rejoice! ——

The Lord of Life has arrived here!

The Great Unclean One who was marching suddenly raised his fat face and looked at the sky with a grin on his face.

He happened to be looking at Dukel who was watching the video.

In the outer orbit of space, swollen pustules grew on the surface of the Soul Fire, and monitoring was cut off.

"Nurgle's Blighted Legion."

"The Great Unclean One Lymphis is also here." The think tanks who also saw the video showed solemn and depressed expressions.

"The attraction of the original body is really extraordinary."

Among the many great demons blessed by Nurgle, Lymphus is among the best.

His own power alone can change the course of a war.

And the blighted legion he led was the largest among the Nurgle Demon Army.

This legion is so large that it can even be split into three independent legions.

The number of demons currently observable alone is in the hundreds of thousands, and with the transportation of subspace channels, this scale is still growing.

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The outermost defense line of the Steel Fortress.

"The throne is on top!——"

"Praise to humanity!——"

The defenders on the outermost perimeter began to spray flames from their guns.

On the ground, the Ultramarines and the Astra Militarum formed a tactical team. Huge war machines such as Dreadnought Mechas, Knight Titans, and Warhound Titans emptied their ammunition mercilessly.

A large number of aerial units in the sky dropped weapons of large-scale destruction such as melt bombs and white phosphorus incendiary bombs.

The number of enemy troops was so huge that the Imperial warriors could unleash all their firepower on the demons without even having to take aim.

"The Legion of the Pseudo-Emperor is really memorable for its enthusiasm." The Great Unclean One walked among the demons, and the cannonballs hitting his body like a mountain of flesh had no effect at all.

He stretched out his long tongue and licked the unknown liquid that splashed on his face, laughing.

"Kids, let's go!"

"They will be our gift to our loving father."

"The followers of the false emperor are so enthusiastic, how can we be rude, pour the soup, and pour every blessing into their mouths and noses. Generosity is the first virtue taught to us by our loving father!"

Amidst the laughter of the Great Unclean One, countless demons rushed out, fearing that they would be slow to take the next step and thus not be able to win the praise of their loving father.

Imperial soldiers guarded the defense lines, using various weapons and ammunition to express their loyalty to the Emperor.

"Fighters, hold on!"

"Behind us are our injured brothers, innocent people, and the great Primarch. We must hold on and do our best to reduce the offensive of Chaos!"

"Damn it! Don't be afraid of wasting ammunition. After clearing the firepower, quickly move to the next military supply point!"

Boom boom boom! ——

The earth trembled with the roar.

The confrontation between humans and demons caused the terrain of the battlefield to change rapidly. The slippery land covered in ichor and the densely bombarded artillery pits all ravaged the ecology of this world.

The traps laid by the imperial soldiers before the battle kept blowing away the demons rushing at the front. The huge plague apostles were killed by snipers with focused fire.

Empire soldiers also continued to be hit by unknown liquids thrown by the opponent, and the plague began to spread within the defense line.

Facing the surging Nurgle demon army, the offensive of the imperial warriors gradually weakened due to the huge difference in numbers.

Although there were defenses built in advance, they still couldn't sustain it for too long in the face of the surging demons.

"Why are you alone? Didn't your original body recover? Could it be that he is hiding?"

The Great Unclean One was grinning, but his seemingly bloated body was not slow at all.

He wields a giant stick in his hand, and every attack carries unparalleled power; the overflowing spiritual energy controls the walking corpses around him.

These zombies are not afraid of death, move quickly, and can spray poisonous filth.

For a time, the imperial defense line was shrinking steadily.