How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 101 Proxy War

"If our defenses in orbit have not been breached! Then where did they come from!" The angry voice of the Imperial Regent echoed thunderously in the auditorium of the city hall, "Where are our fighter planes? Where are the anti-aircraft firepower?"

About 10 minutes ago, a colorful negotiation meeting was held here, and most of the participants were local dignitaries of Parmenio.The entire planet fell into the flames of war, but when the Emperor's last loyal heir arrived, they still put on the remaining fine clothes as much as possible, and prepared the most appropriate smiles and words to come here - no matter what it was for. .

politics.Guilliman could hardly say he liked it, but he did know how it worked.it's necessary.

This negotiation meeting was interrupted about 10 minutes ago because of an urgent battle report from the northern defense line of Tyros.The Plague Marines attacked faster than Guilliman expected, and with greater numbers of troops than he expected.He urgently stopped the negotiation meeting and began to mobilize all his forces that had not yet been completely transferred to the ground of Parmenio.

He asked the Ultramarines stationed on the front line to hold the defense line, and immediately mobilized more armored forces to support them. However, at the same time, he also formulated three plans after the defense line collapsed.He actually didn't believe that that front could withstand the ravages of the Demon Titan, but for the sake of the civilians in the city, he had to hold on, even if it took one more minute.

The Titan Legions who had just been deployed on the ground and loyal to him took 43 minutes to reach the battlefield.He must use the strength at hand to hold on for these 43 minutes.

The good news was that Diglis reported to him that Tyros Cathedral was conducting long-range fire strikes to support the front, so the northern defense line could hold on for the time being; the bad news was that before he had time to be happy about this, the southern coast of the city was Something happened again:

Almost without warning, the airborne capsule covered with fungi and moss carried a special energy field, and raindrops fell near the port, hitting the ground as if they were in an uninhabited land.

The port's storage area was temporarily requisitioned as an airborne assembly area. There was no shortage of defense or military strength here, but something almost incomprehensible happened at this time: all the anti-aircraft firepower was mysteriously unable to reach the unknown people. The drop pod appeared out of nowhere.

A few seconds later, several Thunderhawk gunboats, which were on patrol missions and prepared to approach to intercept, solved the mystery - at their own expense.After approaching those airborne pods whose original shapes were almost invisible, their mechanical structures were quickly corroded and decayed in an instant.The fragile barrel could not support the ammunition to exit the chamber, and the weapon that was supposed to destroy the enemy exploded in the own bomb bay.

The Thunderhawk's machine spirit roared and whined, dragging the fireball downwards uncontrollably. One of the relatively intact gunships roared and used itself as a cannonball, crashing into one of the drop pods, but that only allowed it to fall on its own. It was shattered into pieces in the impact, and it didn't even significantly affect the trajectory of the airborne capsule's descent.

The crew members just fell into the sea.The terrible thing is that even after experiencing such a terrible change that would tear apart and burn out ordinary mortal life, they are still alive.They are indeed dead, but they are alive.Even after they fell into the sea, they would struggle back to land as ordered—but that was not an order from their commander, nor an order from the regent.

But Nurgle's command.

After a while, the rescue team will find that there are no survivors in the usual sense among the crashed Thunderhawks.After they opened the rusted and fragile hatch, they would only be greeted by bloated zombies.

The inexplicable drop pods landed amidst this unreasonable stubbornness, and their very existence was an unbearable filth.The breeze blowing directly from Nurgle's Garden enveloped them, and the air in the city that had been purified again by multiple purification measures was once again polluted, and the putrid stench of disease spread rapidly along the water and land again.

Then, those hatches that seemed impossible to activate opened their bloody mouths as slimy but flexibly as creatures, spitting out the even more filthy existence inside:

Typhons, and the Plague Marines of the [-]st Company of the Death Guard.

Their original faces have been completely disfigured by filth and disease, and the armor on their bodies has long been integrated with their bodies under the infiltration of subspace energy - perhaps they should be grateful for this, otherwise how can the armor be used? How about accommodating their current bodies, which are pale and bloated and become huge due to repeated torture of diseases?
Among them, the one who became the most terrifying and blasphemous was undoubtedly Typhons himself.He was the only one in the drop cabin he was riding in, and when the hatch opened, the roaring cloud of flies spit out explained the problem well.Typhons himself emerged from the center of the swarm. He was larger than the average Plague Marine, so he also held a larger war scythe.The ancient Terminator armor also grew on his body. From the bone growth tube extending from his back, buzzing flies crawled out from it almost continuously, then spread their wings and took off, merging into what was already in the sky. Among the soaring kind.

Swarms of flies swarmed forward like black clouds, and these demon messengers did not encounter resistance.The further they advanced towards the city of Tyros, the more intense the golden light shone on the edges of the flies - these golden lights burned the flies on the outermost edges, turning them directly into a golden flame, but it was a drop in the bucket.There are always more flies crawling out of the tube-like structure behind Typhons. The consumption rate of the flies cannot keep up with the increase. The messengers of the disease buzz and flap their wings and rush towards the defenders of Tylos.
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In the preaching hall of Tyros Cathedral, the huge statue carved in the wall made a shocking loud noise out of thin air.The supernatural pressure made all the furnishings in the entire space seem to be vibrating. Even the victorious army inside had to lower its posture to maintain balance. The only one among them who was not affected was Kaelia.

"'The Plague Lord himself took action.'" After the loud noise stopped, Kaelia nervously repeated, "'He' just said this."

"'He'." Sicarius, who stayed behind, asked doubtfully, "You mean, the loud noise just now was the emperor speaking?"

Kaelia nodded: "Through his statue."

This kind of answer that goes too far beyond common sense cannot make Sicarius trust him.But when he was about to ask again, something he had never paid special attention to before, a plain bracelet on Kaelia's wrist suddenly buzzed.

The sound echoed in the empty preaching hall, seeming to startle the girl herself.She hurriedly raised her wrist and poked it with her other hand. The virtual image of Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately appeared above the bracelet.The latter simply skipped all the pleasantries and asked straight to the point: "What did the emperor say? I didn't hear it clearly on the bell tower."

"He said: 'The Plague Lord himself took action.'" Kaelia hurriedly repeated, "What should I do?" "It doesn't matter, you don't have to do anything. The fact that you stay safely in the temple is the biggest thing. Help - You are a Parmenio. Your presence makes the Emperor's psychic energy have a proven connection with the leyline of this planet. This is very important in the next strategy. You are not nothing. Do."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was so comforting.But after hanging up the communication, she couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Tsk, what on earth is Tzeentch doing? How come even the God of Plague is free enough to have his hands free."

"...I have always felt that, Miss, do you lack any formal respect for the Lord of Change?" Sevita, who seemed not to care about the development of the current situation, found a tricky angle to ask, "I remember this is not This is the first time you call Him by his first name. Is this really not going to attract His attention?"

"As long as you have a lot of debt, you don't have to worry about it." Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored the topic indifferently. "The Lord of Plague took action personally, and the nature of the battlefield in the rear has most likely changed. Conventional firepower and tactics may not be effective. There are spiritual forces there. The realm of magic, but even the Space Marines' Think Tank may not be able to defeat the power transmitted by a Chaos God himself - Tigris, you must tell the regent these things immediately, otherwise I'm afraid he will rush straight to the battlefield. .”

"Do you need fire support?" Arjuna asked at the right moment.

"No, Arjuna, you should still focus on supporting the northern battlefield. I'm afraid that the Demon Titan Legion is not the trump card of the Plague Warriors. Lan Malok told me before that the Firewing Warriors observed deep inside the enemy's lines. A wooden tower-cart-shaped weapon. It is so unconventional for that thing to appear on the battlefield of this era. I strongly suspect that it has an unusual effect - you have to be aware that you may need to deal with this kind of thing at any time."

"clear."

"An enemy shadow has been confirmed in the port position." Diglis reported after joining the Ultramarines' public channel. "It is the Death Guard Plague Marines, led by First Captain Typhons."

"No wonder..." Fujimaru Ritsuka understood something, "The Plague Lord has really spent a lot of money this time. They are probably looking forward to a battle between the gods - the regent must not be allowed to go to the battlefield. He also has Corresponding qualifications!”

"I seem to have heard some not-so-good descriptions. Have you finally abandoned your reason and taken risks yourself? Miss 'God's Chosen'?" Savita asked with a bit of a sinister meaning, which made Ritsuka Fujimaru look at her. Turned to him.

"...I suddenly had an idea." Her attitude was normal, but for some reason, Sevita suddenly felt a hair in her back.And the next moment, he discovered that this premonition came true:

"How about you go to the port and fight Typhons?" Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a hint of schadenfreude, "I'm not sure whether you have fought against each other in the past, but - at that time, he should be I can’t beat you, right?”
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"Sister Cecilia."

Amid the deafening sirens of the temporary infirmary, Asclepius thrust a large bundle of parchment into the arms of the medical nun who was randomly passing by.Then, he ignored the nun's confusion and questions and continued to speak:
"This is a general outline of how to urgently respond to subspace psychic diseases that I have briefly summarized in the past two days. It also includes all the cases we have encountered so far and the corresponding treatment methods. The actual effect of some treatments still needs to be Continue to monitor the patient's status and wait until they recover before adding more."

"...I will, help you put these away." Sister Cecilia responded instinctively with confusion, "When will you need them again in the future?"

"I don't need them. It's you who do," Asclepius said. "Put it away, organize it, make it public, and then correct the mistakes in it and complete the parts that are unreasonable because they have not yet been adapted to local conditions. Advances in Medicine It not only requires individual efforts, but also relies on collective exploration.”

"——But, this is a very large and complicated subject. As the sponsor, aren't you prepared to continue coordinating it?"

"No, I'm afraid there is no chance." Asclepius picked up his snake staff and turned to leave, "The work these two days has been very fulfilling, and you are all very capable assistants. You can make me even willing to use my brain capacity Not many assistants remember their names. Unfortunately, we probably won’t see each other again – and even if we do, it won’t be this ‘me’ anymore.”

Sister Cecilia was at a loss because of this unclear statement: "I don't understand - Doctor Asclepius, where are you going?"

But Asclepius ignored her confusion and just took the snake staff and strode outside the infirmary.And just like that, his figure turned into golden gravel out of thin air during the movement, dissipating in the air like light.

"Visiting a doctor." He finally said this word.

　Miwu (six o'clock)

　　Tzeentch: I'm playing with smoke mirrors, don't cue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)