Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

At this rate, it would only take a little over a minute for the veil thickness to return to 77.

Noah sighed.

Slaanesh seems unwilling to help!

Although Slaanesh's XP is slightly higher than that of a good-natured father, Noah would rather say hello to Slaanesh.

Yes, Slaanesh demons are playful and look more friendly and hostile to their enemies, but at least they are not as disgusting as Nurgle demons!

The Nurgle demons haven't even come out yet, and the plague zombies alone almost made Noah vomit.

To be honest, Noah really doesn't want to have anything to do with his loving father. Isn't the Lord of the Fourteenth Legion loved enough by you?

But since Slaanesh doesn't come out, there's nothing we can do.

Noah simply reset the value to zero - today he was determined to let his kind father taste the iron fist of materialism!

The moment the subspace value returned to zero, it was as if some kind of seal was broken. The black curtain covering the sky quickly dissipated, and the dazzling sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell onto the streets of the hive city.

At the same time, the plague zombies crowded in the landing area also died without any warning.

Just like harvested wheat, they fell down in large numbers, with corpses spread out for thousands of miles.

These plague zombies rely on supernatural powers to exist. Once they lose the support of supernatural powers, their rotten and twisted bodies can no longer survive in the real universe.

The swarm of corrupt flies that covered the sky and the sun stopped buzzing and turned into dark green "raindrops" falling from the sky. Even the bacteria and viruses floating in the air that spread various diseases withered in an instant, causing countless casualties.

The paradise of "life" that the loving father had spent countless hours carefully creating collapsed in an instant, and the countless lives he cherished quickly withered under the laws of reality.

The loving father must be crying very sadly now, because the thickness of the veil has become 7 jumps every 7 seconds.

"Nono, let Zaku burn out a landing zone."

Noah gave an order, turned back to the cabin, and used the zeroing method to fight against the gradually increasing thickness of the veil.

Once the veil thickness rises back to 77, these dead plague zombies will be "resurrected" again. By then, under the care of the loving father, they may be strengthened to a certain extent and become more difficult to deal with.

So just dying is not enough, these bodies must be thoroughly purified.

Nuonuo nodded slightly and pretended to give orders according to the communication bead.

Hundreds of Zaku S-05s jumped out of the hatch of a large transport ship, landed on the ground under the power of anti-gravity engines, and quickly cleared the corpses on the ground with the heavy hell cannons and incinerator cannons they were equipped with.

The burning flames turned the landing area into a sea of ​​fire. Under the scorching flames of promethium, piles of corpses were burned to ashes in just a few seconds. Even the stench in the air was purified by the sacred flame.

The air in the landing area was filled with floating hot embers, which slowly drifted down and covered the ground with a thick layer of dust.

Every time the power boots walk, a cloud of ashes will be raised.

As soon as the Thunderhawk Noah was on landed at the landing zone, he heard a gentle question in his ear:

"Is this a cybernetic robot?"

Noah looked at the tall warrior in cobalt blue armor and corrected him seriously:

"No, this is a Zaku, a small knight mecha with a human pilot!"

Karga nodded slightly, without asking about the origin of Zaku, and said:

"Noah, if you allow me, I hope the Ultramarines can get the assistance of Zaku in the battle. This will be of great help to us."

Noah naturally would not refuse and nodded solemnly:

"Of course, Calgar, I hope we can work together as well as we did in Macragge!"

Close cooperation between Zaku and Space Marine can produce very good results, which has been verified in Soul Drinker.

Calgar obviously saw the potential of these Zaku and came to Noah in person, but this was also due to the fact that the Ultramarines were a relatively people-friendly group, and Noah and the Ultramarines had a close personal relationship, so Calgar made his request to Noah in such a humble manner.

The Dark Angels were different. As soon as these green-armored warriors landed, they began to advance towards the lower nest impatiently. It was clearly a joint operation, but they always went their own way and had no intention of cooperating with friendly forces.

But the three parties' joint fleets were completely accidental, and they did not elect a commander-in-chief. The Dark Angels only obeyed the orders of the think tank director Danathem. As for Calgar and Dante? They didn't get close to them and say "Who the hell are you?", which was considered a decent Dark Angel.

Calgar and Dante had seen a lot in their lives and were obviously well aware of the nature of the Dark Angels. They had acted on their own more than once or twice during joint operations, and everyone knew that the Dark Angels wanted to keep their little secrets secret from others.

But Calgar and Dante had no right to criticize, after all, the Ultramarines and the Blood Angels each had their own little secrets.

For example, Calgar took the initiative to approach Noah to seek cooperation, but Dante did not.

Although the Blood Angels did not act alone like the Dark Angels, they still overtly and covertly refused to fight alongside the Ultramarines and the Zaku, only promising to rescue each other when the time was right.

Obviously, Dante also has his own little concerns. He is worried that some little secrets of the descendants of Sanguinius will be revealed on this planet.

But fortunately, the interests of the three parties are the same, which is to find the hidden subspace rift or portal on this planet and close it.

Even if they cannot work together during the mission, they will still notify friendly forces when they find the target.

Of course, it's not just Space Marines.

Noah actually has his own little secret, but he is not afraid of Zaku's secret being exposed, because no one can see Zaku's flaws unless they are professional Mechanicus Archsages.

The only thing he cared about now was where the hell was the glowing spear that the Extreme Marines had just shot out in space?

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In a factory somewhere in the lower nest, a deep voice sounded:

"The Plague Walkers failed to stop them."

Narcissa glanced at the person who had spoken, it was a Death Guard.

His green suit of power armor had corroded and damaged over the past tens of thousands of years, swelling and twisting like a broken eggshell to accommodate the grotesquely mutated body of its wearer.

His breastplate is carved with the head of a Great Unclean One, his plastron is decorated with a triple skull, and there is a plague fly symbol on his right leg armor.

The power armor was covered with scratches and bullet holes, but these "wounds" did not destroy the integrity of the power armor. Instead, there was a huge gap in his abdomen, and his intestines and newly "born" teeth and mouth could not wait to stick out from it, emitting a strong stench.

Just like the horns growing on his head and the tentacles growing on his legs, this set of iron armor appears full of vitality under the blessing of the loving father. The flesh and blood that had long been rotten and festered are fused with the steel, and you are in me and I am in you, forming a nearly perfect combination.

Narcissa's eyes were filled with disdain, which was why he hated being with these smelly men. He lowered his head and used the human skull to carefully grind his uneven shell, patiently maintaining his gorgeous and sturdy crab claw.

"Whoo~"

Narcissa raised her crab claw, blew away the ashes on it, and sneered mercilessly:

"You swore they were delayed for a long time, didn't you?"

“They could have!”

Genero's voice was filled with anger. "It was the false emperor! He destroyed the gardens I dedicated to my loving father! They were once so vibrant, but now they have been burned to ashes!"

Narcissa sneered:

"Is that your excuse?"

Genero stared at the Space Marine opposite him and spoke sweetly:

"Shax, your fleet couldn't stop them!"

"Don't call me that name!"

Narcissa screamed and jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and her face, which was covered with gold powder, showed anger. "My name is Narcissa! Please call me the honorable Lady Narcissa!"

He pointed his ornate crab claw at another Chaos Space Marine in blue and gold armour, "And it wasn't my fault, it was Fergus! My fleet fought bravely, but his spells didn't work as they should have!"

The Death Guard showed sarcasm on his face, which was why he didn't like to cooperate with these guys who defected to Slaanesh. They were all mentally ill lunatics.

"stop fighting!"

Fergus said coldly, "Neither Genero's nor my spells worked, but this is the method of the false emperor. It will be useless no matter who comes to do it! The speed of the false emperor's lackeys is much faster than we expected. Now is not the time to quarrel. The ceremony will take some time. We must find a way to delay time!"

He drummed his fingers on the table. "Don't forget the great plan of our gods!"

Narcissa sat down and said arrogantly:

"They won't find this place that quickly. We have plenty of time. What are you afraid of?"

Fergus resisted the urge to point at his nose and scold him, and said in a deep voice:

"We have already failed twice. How do you know that the false emperor's method cannot be used a third time? What if it happens a few more times and our arrangements in the lower nest are also ineffective? In that case, the only ones who can stop them are us!"

Narcissa's face turned blue after being yelled at, and she started to yell again:

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Then go find Genero. You are the ones who failed, not me! If it wasn't for my God's request, do you think I would be with you two guys who have no interest in romance at all?"

Damn it!

Fergus wanted to shut the bastard up with a single shot of magic. Fun, fun! Is your head full of shit?

The reason why his perfect plan failed was because of the unremitting efforts of you two idiots. If the Emperor's Children's fleet had been a little more powerful, if the Death Guard's so-called plague zombies could have been delayed for a while, how could the Empire's landing have been so smooth?

Genero breathed in the rotten smell in the armor and stood up refreshed.

"Where are you going?"

Fergus asked.

Genero said in a muffled voice:

"Go stop them instead of wasting time here with you guys."

Narcissa fanned her nose with her crab claws in disdain to dispel the fragrant breath exhaled by Genero.

The more Fergus looked at him, the more he disliked him. He said in a deep voice:

"You go fight too!"

"Go and go!"

Narcissa raised her neck proudly, snorted softly, twisted her strong waist, and walked away with enchanting steps.

Chapter 111 The Emperor's Son

It would take a long time to completely clear out the hundreds of millions of zombie corpses in the upper nest, but the Empire did not need to completely clear them out. It only needed to clear out a landing area and an entrance to the lower nest.

Compared with the upper nest, the lower nest is even more outrageous.

At most, the Upper Nest contains hundreds of millions of rotting zombies and countless deadly germs in the air.

But in the Lower Nest, the situation is even more... indescribable.

Every brick on every street was covered with all kinds of flesh and blood, some were green and full of pus, some were red and looked normal. But no matter what color it was, they were constantly spurting blood, and using the blood as a bridge, they stretched out spider-web-like thin and dense blood vessels in all directions, and continued to climb the wall.

Each building had a unique and bizarre structure, with flesh and inorganic matter combined in various weird ways. Some were like the mouths of lampreys, with teeth growing in the bright red flesh. Some were covered with green rotten tentacles, twisting and growing towards the sky. Some had a thick purple tentacle growing around itself, tightly wrapping around itself like a python tying up its prey...

Such a strange and bizarre scene made everyone who saw it clearly aware of one fact:

As they move deeper into the hive, they are not only fighting against the forces of Chaos, but also against the hive itself!

The hive will do everything it can to resist intruders who try to enter its body, because it is alive.

The squirming flesh and blood on the surface is its skin, and every pipe is its blood vessel. Perhaps they were used to transport water and fuel in the past, but now they are filled with the blood of the hive city.

And every building here is the hive's immune cell against foreign pathogens!

The Destroyer Squad's heavy flamethrowers fired almost non-stop, trying to burn a clean path through the bloody and flesh-covered ground. This attempt was partially successful, and the street briefly returned to its original appearance under the high temperature flames.

But this did not last long, because this blatant invasion provoked even more fierce resistance from the 'hive'!

The Blood Angels here soon heard the sound of a rushing river, but this was a hive city, a steel forest built of ceramic steel, where even drinking water was an extremely precious resource, so where did the river come from?

Soon, the answer appeared before them——

A river of blood is rushing from the end of the street!

The Blood Angels immediately retreated back into the elevator and attempted to activate it to return to the upper nest.

But in the interval when the elevator started, the river of blood had completely submerged the street and rolled towards the elevator.

Wow!

Blood poured into the elevator, the boiling hot blood almost covering the Blood Angel's breastplate.

Although the blood failed to penetrate the fully sealed power armor, the Blood Angels still smelled a strong smell of blood. Although their bodies were not stained with blood, their movements were still as slow as if they were soaked in sticky blood, and even moving became extremely difficult.

The lips of some Blood Angels grew dry, and their teeth ached slightly, as if they were undergoing a secondary growth and growing longer.

"Calm down! My brother."

The shining psychic energy evaporated the blood in the elevator, and the priest's deep voice sounded in their ears, "Don't let them control you!"

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Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The moment the Dark Angel walked out of the elevator, the pipes on both sides were burst by a large amount of bright red blood, which sprayed onto the flesh and blood carpet on the ground, nourishing them like an automatic watering system. The scene was very harmonious for a while.