Stars for the good Warhammer.

Chapter 301 Standing on the Earth (4K words)
While the tide of corpses in the underground factory was still boiling.

In the position outside the city of Delos on the surface of the planet Parmenio, as the Plague Messenger's horn sounded, the dull sound seemed to tear the sky and the earth apart.

As the horn sounded continuously, deadly miasma began to gather in the distant valleys, eventually forming a death zone tens of kilometers wide along the mountains. Driven by the evil magic of the warp, the deadly plague vortex once again slowly and unstoppably attacked Parmenio's last stronghold.

In the foul-smelling rotten gas, tens of millions of plague zombies had formed a huge tide of corpses. Under the cover of thick fog, they rushed towards the position of the defense forces in a scattered formation.

This is the most common trick used by Nurgle's plague bringers. They first spread a large-scale plague blessing in the target area, and while the enemy is immersed in it, they use an endless tide of corpses to break the first wave of the enemy's counterattack. Then, the messengers of the kind father will descend on the battlefield accompanied by demons and amid the desperate cries of mortals.

Compared to the Blood God Khorne, the swollen legions under the command of the kind father Nurgle are slow, but there are few in the galaxy that can truly stop their advance. The continuous attacks have already exhausted the defenders of the city of Delos. In the past few weeks, as many as seventy-seven different plagues and diseases have almost non-stop tortured the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of several astral legions stationed outside the city.

Blindness, skin ulcers, scurvy and terrible bone marrow inflammation have long become the most common diseases in the battlefield. The simple air filtration devices equipped by the defense forces have almost no effect in the face of these plague and poisonous fogs, and can only provide psychological comfort.

The number of enemy troops was hundreds of times that of the defenders. If the girl known as the living saint had not appeared on the battlefield in time, the city of Delos would have been reduced to ashes in the last massive attack. But now, when the Plague Legion arrived again, the savior who was regarded as the Emperor's messenger had been imprisoned in the city's dark prison by the State Church on the charge of being a witch, and was enduring torture that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

This terrible order came from the Imperial Regent. Apparently, as the Primarch, Guilliman did not believe in the so-called "Emperor's Miracle". Perhaps in his eyes, the girl was just another person who had insulted her father and attempted to take advantage of the chaos to use the power of heresy to deceive the people.

However, even in this desperate situation, the people of Delos are not without hope.
After a while, when the howling stopped, every soldier in the battlefield, facing the sudden silence, held their breath and looked at the wasteland covered by thick fog in the distance, until they saw figures with messy steps like ghosts appearing in the fog one after another.

It was the rotting group of zombies composed of plague zombies and Nurgle demons. Now they had crossed the previously captured No. 1 defense line and were advancing at full speed towards the No. 2 position close to the city.

The next moment, a flare rose into the sky from the position where the bunker was built. When the red light exploded in the air, a roar suddenly echoed above everyone's heads from far away.

After checking the time in his pocket watch, the political commissar wearing a wide-brimmed hat on the flank of the No. 2 position immediately shifted his gaze to the sky. Through the clouds disturbed by the air currents, he soon saw several missiles from high-altitude orbits piercing the sky like meteors in the dawn light, and then exploded one after another in the sky above the city of Delos.

It is worth noting that the flames of the explosion did not have a direct impact on Parmenio's ground battlefield. As the projectile burst, a large amount of white powder began to fall from the sky in an instant. The grayish-white dust covered the sky of the battlefield for a short time, and it looked like a heavy snow was falling over the battlefield where corpses were strewn all over.

The moment the powder came into contact with the air, a magical scene occurred. The poisonous fog that had been spreading continuously suddenly flowed back to the starting point quickly like the receding tide. At the same time, the demons and plague zombies that had been moving forward steadily seemed to have lost their sense of direction in an instant and began to become chaotic.

The gray-white powder falling from the sky is a special material made from the ashes of countless voluntarily dedicated saints and untouchables. It has the ability to interfere with and shield the subspace.

They are the secret weapons used by the Planetary Defense Forces to defeat this plague army and are the key to winning this war.

When the ashes were completely dispersed, dozens of flares were launched into the air from both sides of the battle line. The scorching light made the dust floating in the air sparkle and embellished the dim battlefield.

Hundreds of petrified lizards at the rear of the position were the first to open fire. Even in the 42nd millennium, these large-caliber artillery still dominated the battlefield on the ground. The God of War quickly delivered hundreds of tons of shaped charges into the battlefield with rhythmic salvos.

In an instant, it was as if hundreds of new suns rose simultaneously among the surging enemy hordes. The flames connected to form a wall that filled the entire world almost in the blink of an eye. While the flames had not yet dissipated, the political commissars in charge of leading the team in the trenches jumped out of the trenches without hesitation, waving the power swords in their hands and pointing them in the direction of the emerging enemy tide.

"For the Emperor! Take back Position One!"

The war around the city of Tilos began. Under the cover of the advancing barrage and the anti-psychic field opened by the soul-destroying missiles, several armored regiments hidden on the infantry flanks began to launch an assault on the occupied front with Leman Russ tanks as the main force.

The spearhead consisting of hundreds of armored vehicles of various types crashed head-on into the battlefield that had turned into a sea of ​​fire at full horsepower. In the gray-white sandstorm drifting all over the sky, the rolling torrent of plastic-steel armor easily crushed the plague zombies struggling in the flames, banished the Nurglings rolling on the ground, and opened up several roads paved with flesh and blood for the infantry groups following behind. Even those fallen Death Guards were powerless in the face of the powerful firepower of the Astra Militarum cluster.

At first, the operation to retake the front-line positions went very smoothly. Several large armies, totaling 100,000 people, were dispatched with the assistance of the air force and artillery. They recaptured large tracts of fallen land with an unstoppable trend and pushed the front line forward for more than ten kilometers in one breath.

Through the battlefield situation map, the mountainous area in the distance is clearly visible. According to the previous reconnaissance intelligence, the mountain range that stretches for dozens of kilometers and is covered with hills and valleys is exactly the gathering place of the plague army and the Death Guard. The Astra Militarum generals responsible for commanding the battle in the city are very satisfied with this result.

Just as the generals were about to order the troops to continue advancing, a communication report from the front line suddenly reached the headquarters.

"Sir, the Stormtroopers from the Ash Alliance are actively retreating. The enemy commander claims that the Death Guard in the valley are likely to launch a counterattack. They suggest that we temporarily withdraw our troops to our positions."

"In addition, the enemy's demon engines and Titans have already started fighting with us. Currently, the casualty rate of several corps has exceeded 35%. If we continue to move forward, we may fall into an even more unfavorable situation."

The person who spoke was a corps political commissar. It was not difficult to hear a hint of anxiety in his tone, and he was obviously worried about the current situation. "Don't pay attention to what those people said. I have already asked Oberon's Titan Corps to join the battlefield. This is a great opportunity to wipe out the heretics in one fell swoop."

"You must complete all this before those heretics of the Alliance, and eliminate the demon prince named Mortarion to eliminate this threat to the Empire. Do you understand?"

The Legion Commissar was not sure if he could accomplish the task of destroying Mortarion, but the commanders on the other side of the communicator were obviously very serious.

Just as the Delos Command said, while the communication was still going on, a total of 76 divine machines from the Oberon Legion began to pass through the city gate amid the cheers of the people in the city, and quickly joined the increasingly heated battlefield in the distance.

It was a battle group mainly composed of Predator-class Titans. These nearly twenty-meter-tall steel giants immediately dominated the entire battlefield once they appeared. A rebellious Titan corrupted by Nurgle in the enemy camp wanted to launch a counterattack, but the next moment the hot laser from the volcanic cannon penetrated its flesh-and-blood core in an instant, causing it to let out a mournful cry.

The death of the enemy Titan effectively boosted the morale of the Imperial Legion. With the help of the shadow cast by the God Machine, the armored forces that had been severely damaged were reassembled. However, the commanders of the Empire obviously underestimated Mortarion's scheming.
Just as the Titan Legion was about to approach the center of the enemy camp, in the canyon where the plague vortex was rolling, a green ball of light suddenly shot out at an astonishing speed and inexplicably penetrated the Titan's void shield.

As ominous green flames exploded, a Warhound-class Titan that served as the vanguard of the legion was instantly paralyzed. The strange plasma flames were corroding the armor of the God Machine at an alarming rate. At the same time, more green light balls began to be ejected from the canyon shrouded in fog.

Almost at the same time when the Titan Legion was suppressed, in the fog covering the valley, several chariots shaped like siege towers and covered with heavy armor slowly appeared on the battlefield accompanied by a large number of demon engines. They were seven withering tower vehicles built by Mortarion specifically for this battle, and the previous green light balls were projected by the giant ion cannons on the top of these tower vehicles.

As a frontline officer who had witnessed the Ash Alliance's combat methods, the political commissar who was reporting the battle situation to the headquarters was stunned when he saw that thing, because the ion cannons used by those tower vehicles had many similar characteristics to the [Plasma Cannons] equipped on the Alliance warships.
What kind of connection is there? As a frontline officer, the political commissar naturally did not dare to speculate, but only glanced at the alliance officer who was observing the battle situation in the battlefield command center.

As time passed, the losses of the Oberon Legion had reached an unacceptable number. Under the catalysis of Nurgle's evil magic, the flesh and blood proliferation tissue clinging to the outer layer of the Withering Tower gave it unparalleled defensive power, allowing it to perfectly neutralize the deadly firepower from the Titans.

Under the vicious curse of the Nurgle sorcerers, the internal armor and bearings of some Titans that tried to approach the tower cart were rusting and aging at an unnatural rate. Realizing that this was not a solution and sensing the danger, the Legion Political Commissar wanted to order the front-line troops to cover the Titans' withdrawal from the battlefield. However, at this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded from the public channel of the battlefield and appeared in the sound array channels of Chaos and the Empire respectively.

"Don't worry! We're here to help you!"

An Ogryn?
Wait? What on earth is going on?

Shortly after the words fell, a girl's excited shout was heard from the communicator.

"Wow! This thing is awesome!"

What followed was a terrified cry from a wretched man.

"Hey! Can someone tell me how to stop this thing!? We're about to crash!"

Hearing the screams coming from the radio, the imperial commanders present were all stunned.

Just as the sound array master was trying to figure out what went wrong, it was as if dark clouds covered the sky, and the next moment the battlefield, which was originally full of flames, suddenly became dim.

Amid the sound of the position's air defense alarm and the shrill beeps of radar, a strange object was seen rushing towards the mountains outside the city of Delos at an alarming speed, and eventually crashed into its towering peak.

It was a mysterious black cube. The powerful impact caused the solid mountain to collapse. Finally, after somersaulting several times in the air, the mysterious creation, which was much taller than the mountains, fell in the center of Parmenio's battlefield. The huge impact force set off a gust of wind, which in an instant blew away the fog covering the battlefield and dispersed the dark clouds in the sky.

Its existence successfully shocked the originally noisy battlefield. Under the joint gaze of Chaos and the Empire, the mechanical structure on the surface of the cube began to change, and the alloy armor on the surface quickly reorganized.

The moment it stood up again, an ultra-heavy mechanical fortress equipped with fleet-level firepower and moving on a tracked chassis suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Its tall figure made the Titans in the Oberon Legion look like stunted dwarfs compared to it.

Its countless artillery arrays, comparable to the main guns of battleships, are enough to scare away any enemy on the ground, and such a scene has also attracted the attention of the Imperial fleet in orbit. Its huge size can be seen clearly even with the naked eye in the low-altitude orbit of the planet.

It was an unprecedented super-giant war machine, a terrifying creation that could pacify an entire planet on its own, a true divine machine.
The moment it took off, all armored units on the northern continental side of the planet, whether in the sky or on the ground, received the lock warning from the fire control radar almost at the same time. This meant that all movable targets on the scene, including the warships in the planet's orbit, had entered the range of the giant war machine.

Under the control of those strange drivers, it wasn't long before the weapons on the fortress platform were aimed at the direction of the seven Withering Tower Vehicles. The Nurgle Legion reacted and launched a counterattack immediately. However, the ion cannons that could easily destroy the Titans seemed so ineffective in front of the giants.

Accompanied by the roar of the rail guns and the dazzling electric light that obscured the battlefield, as the light faded, seven trenches that were burned by electricity appeared in the original positions of the seven withered tower vehicles, and those hideous demon engines and the legions gathered around them.
It has disappeared
(End of this chapter)