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Chapter 281 Wind of Plague

With a burst of strange energy fluctuations, the door to the Webway, which had been silent for a long time, was opened.

The army from the material realm slowly walked out and descended on the realm belonging to the God of Disease.

Leontus was located in the center of the battle formation, riding his beloved horse Constantine that had been biochemically modified.

The Emperor's Custodes in golden armor accompanied him closely, carefully guarding the safety of the Sun Lord. Following behind were countless Astra Militarum, Knight Houses, Space Marines, Battle Sisters and various vehicles. equipment.

The Eldar side's troops are located on the right side of the empire, led by a group of Phoenix Lords.

Those slender warriors marched side by side with the imperial troops with an elegance far beyond that of humans. Although they were small in size, they were steadfast, and their surging psychic power faintly revealed terrifying pressure.

In order to clear a safe path for the coalition forces, fighter jets and cruise missiles roared over everyone's heads, burning the strange forest full of corruption in front of them with explosions and flames. Armored vehicles and tanks charged forward, crushing the ground and obstacle.

In the past, the Chaos Demons were just in the highest heaven spreading death wantonly to the material world, watching the mortals struggling in pain as if they were experiencing a game. Now they have finally come to the day when their hometown is attacked by mortals.

There were not too many subspace creatures operating at the border of the garden. They were scattered and scattered, and they did not dare to stop such a large army. They fled into the depths of the forest in panic, hoping that the loving father could gather a counterattack army in time. .

Some of the short-sighted ones tried to resist, perhaps hoping to spread a certain disease on a large scale within the army. As a result, they were directly beaten to death by the reconnaissance force of the two-community alliance, and their souls were sent to the Tumulus Forest to wait for resurrection.

As the majestic evil god of chaos, Nurgle was naturally aware of the offense of these mortals immediately.

He is not an impulsive or calculating god. On the contrary, Nurgle is tolerant, kind, patient and friendly, and even likes to mess around.

Although these beautiful qualities have been severely distorted, it is simply unbearable for mortals.

However, the most terrible wrath often comes from the gentlest of people, and this joint action launched by the servants of the Damned and the sons of Asuryan is clearly beyond the scope of His tolerance.

In order to let this group of arrogant intruders know what a foolish decision it was to challenge him, the Lord of Disease decided to cast a terrible spell.

Under the guidance of His supreme power, the subspace energy in the garden suddenly surged.

Angry lightning flashes across the sky from time to time, and a green storm composed of disease is slowly forming. The cyclonic circulation is constantly rotating, like thousands of beasts roaring at the same time, which is full of unimaginable dark power. .

"Don't be afraid of the evil in front of you, they will be defeated by our hands today, for the sake of the emperor!"

The Sun Lord tried to use his shouts to encourage the surrounding soldiers to help them better withstand the coming terrible impact.

Energy shields were immediately opened, protecting all the imperial troops within them.

The people of the National Church tried hard to pray to the Lord of Humanity, hoping to use His power to fight against the enemy of Chaos. Walkerma, who was sitting high on the throne, chanted sacred scriptures loudly, and his whole body exuded a soft golden light.

On the Eldar side, everyone has a magic shield on themselves, and the prophets use ancient spells to protect their compatriots.

Then, a storm struck, tearing apart the sky and the earth, and the terrifying energy flow full of Nurgle's corruption hit the empire's energy shield hard, like a palm hitting an egg.

The mechanical priests desperately tried to calm down the shield generators in the team. As a result, all their equipment was overloaded, and some even emitted black smoke.

But obviously, this was not enough to resist Nurgle's evil method. The sinister psychic storm directly tore through those energy shields and hit everyone's living flesh, and the war officially started.

This is not only a competition of wills, but also a fight at the cellular level. All kinds of bacteria, fungi, viruses and parasites are trying to invade and occupy the bodies of the imperial soldiers, transforming them into twisted and sick living corpses.

Intelligent creatures can easily exterminate countless species, or even directly destroy a world, but for those tiny microorganisms, it is difficult for them to find effective ways to deal with them.

When the wind of disease blew through the Imperial troops, everyone's immune system was challenged.

Putting aside the Custodes and Space Marines who have experienced genetic upgrading, the vast majority of mortals must not have evolved enough to refuse the gift from their loving father.

Their bodies began to heat up and sweat, red rashes appeared on their skin, their blood pressure increased, their heartbeats and pulses accelerated wildly, and they were surrounded by dozens of abnormal symptoms. Feelings of weakness and fatigue suddenly swept through their bodies, and their eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. heavy.

The soldiers all know that once they close their eyes now, there is a high probability that they will never wake up again. Or when they wake up again, they will turn into some kind of abominable monster.

Only by persisting can we gain a chance of survival.

"Put away your little tricks, God of Disease. We are here under the will of the God Emperor. We are the incarnation of His wrath. We have His blessings in our bodies. Your evil methods can't do anything to us!" Grand Master Walkerma and the rest of the state religion shouted.

The priests tried hard to fight against the evil god with their faith, gritting their teeth and persevering in the darkness. The shaky and dim light was like a few candles under the storm, which might be extinguished at any time.

It was a contest between gods and gods, who believed they were pawns in the hands of the Emperor and how the Lord of Mankind could win.

Of course, although faith is important, it cannot be eaten directly.

The blessing of protecting hundreds of millions of soldiers is actually due to the effect of the Panacea - an STC relic from the dark technological age that can cure all known diseases.

Without the obstruction of chaos, human development potential is undoubtedly quite powerful.

In the past, humans relied on this technology to completely get rid of the threat of disease, and its existence was simply the nemesis of Nurgle.

Not only is it a panacea, but the Divine Plague, a disease that can completely wipe out demigods, was originally created by humans.

It's just that since the Iron Man Rebellion, mankind has fallen from the Golden Age, and many powerful technologies have been lost.

Although the empire later discovered the STC template for the panacea, it went in circles and was eventually snatched away by the shameful Black Bean Sprout.

Fortunately, after a series of operations by the Eldar not long ago, the long-lost elixir returned to the empire again and became the most important medical material for this operation.

As the wind of disease swept past, a few unsteady soldiers were still corrupted - before their bodies fell, their hearts succumbed first, and eventually they inevitably turned into living corpses.

More people survived with the help of panacea.

One of the functions of disease is to eliminate weak individuals from a population and make the remaining ones stronger.

Nurgle's most fearsome tactics were ineffective against the coalition, and only pure violence could drive the invaders away.

(End of this chapter)