Chapter 162 Death Guard, Golden Meteor

“*****! (Everything is empty!)”

Bang!

“I don’t understand! Let someone with a rotten tongue speak next time!”

Calvin chopped up the Chaos Space Marine in front of him and his rusty chainsword, then strung them together with his halberd and burned them clean with psychic energy. He didn’t know if the Death Guard heard it before it completely dissipated...

Stinky! It really stinks! Even when burned to ashes, it stinks!

Looking at the sharp blade of the halberd in his hand with some disgust, Calvin finally understood why these Mortarion cubs were rarely seen on the Chaos battlefield.

The stench on their bodies might not be blocked by the stasis field, and even Chaos’ allies probably couldn’t stand it for a long time.

Whenever Calvin thought of how they appeared in the large-scale Chaos coalition, he sympathized with those Chaos Space Marines from the bottom of his heart:

When these green-armored pus-filled giants appeared on the battlefield, their attacks on both the enemy and us were obviously simultaneous.

The Empire will bear the threat of their disease infection and try to eliminate them before they get close.

In contrast, the Demon side, which Calvin has never thought about from another perspective, seems to be even more miserable...

As long as he thinks of these guys standing next to him, the nature of the entire battlefield has changed.

The morale of the entire Chaos side is increasing rapidly. They will rush to all enemies in front of them in a rage to try to resolve the battle as soon as possible;

And if they can't achieve their goal, they will be resolved as soon as possible and return to the subspace. It's actually a good choice to think about it...

The front battlefield has been swept, and Gavins behind him sent a message in the psychic communication channel:

+ The target has been cleared, and there is no new source of Chaos pollution nearby. Request for next instructions +

+ Have you found their core base? +

Calvin asked back. His psychic coverage covers ten Grey Knight teams scattered over dozens of square kilometers.

+ No! +

+ No! +

+ No valid information! +

The voices of various teams came from the communication channel one after another, and more of them were various pictures and fluids of consciousness exchanging.

The champion swordsmen scattered in various teams successfully served as the communication nodes of the entire team, transmitting their respective situations to their comrades deployed on the entire battlefield in real time.

Well, Calvin didn't expect to find the real master as soon as he landed, but the expected lack of intelligence still disappointed him.

Calvin, who had no other choice, pinched his nose and picked up the broken pieces of the chain saw sword on the ground, and then tried to touch it with his spirit wrapped in a thick layer of psychic energy...

The hand of common sense!

With a buzz, Calvin's vision began to blur, and everything around him began to go back in time with the deduction of psychic energy:

The broken stone slabs were restored to their untrampled integrity, and the broken sword blades were reunited with the burned body;

The figure of the Death Guard that reappeared in front of him retreated strangely into the distance until it disappeared somewhere at the end of the vision.

There is more information being gathered in a scattered manner, but as believers of Nurgle, they are also blessed by the same gods. Calvin cannot risk exploring deeper in the river of time, which is likely to lead to an ambush by the other party.

"East!" His voice came from the psychic communication channel.

Golden, who was more than ten kilometers away, stopped exploring after hearing the sound, and turned around to lead the team in the direction indicated by Calvin.

The other teams also moved behind him tacitly, supporting the flank barriers for the team several kilometers away.

This was the first time that Calvin ran the "Legion Mode" in such a large range. Judging from the feedback so far, the effect was quite good.

In his spiritual perspective, this company-sized Grey Knights was not simply a pile of numbers, or a scattered distribution.

Their wills were united under Calvin's connection, like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, patrolling the surroundings with cold eyes, and lying above the entire team.

Another short encounter, ten Death Guards met Golden in the ruins of a hospital.

As Astartes, they didn't say much after meeting, and attacked each other with their own tactics.

The heads filled with disease and curse were thrown out by the Death Guards as grenades, and then exploded in mid-air under the precise bursts of the Grey Knights who had expected it.

The long-range weapons of both sides began to roar at the first moment, and while the violent arrows greeted each other with "cordial and friendly" greetings, the characteristics of the two teams also showed obvious differences through their respective tactics.

Nurgle's lackeys obviously had some stereotypes about these Grey Knights. They were still standing still according to their past experience, trying to rely on the blessing of the evil god to take this round of damage.

But the reinforcements that arrived in a flash on both sides made them fall into the hail of bullets surrounded on three sides before they had time to regret.

In just the first round of attacks, at least half of the Death Guards lost their ability to fight, and the remaining ones became fish on the chopping board in the eyes of the Grey Knights who rushed over, waiting for their execution.

The halberds of the goddess of vengeance filled with psychic energy crackled, and charged towards the Death Guards under the wielding of the Arbitrator and the Champion Swordsman who led the team.

The leading Death Guard sergeant's weapon was easily chopped into pieces, and before he could react, the blade of the Vengeance Halberd bit deeply into the corrupted and twisted Mark III power armor.

The battle lasted less than a minute from start to finish.

Behind the seemingly smooth battle is a high-intensity, high-precision firepower exchange that is unavoidable and a bloody melee combat with psychic strikes.

These killing effects that are specialized to the extreme cannot be achieved by mortal troops even if the number is increased by a hundred times.

Their weak bodies cannot even resist the disease aura brought by the dead guard, let alone the reaction speed of those bulky weapons, which may not even touch the corners of the clothes of the dead guard.

This is the war between Astartes. The absolute number of firepower delivery is meaningless here. Only the ultimate effective killing can stop the existence of such armor and firepower, agility and strength.

And this is also the main meaning of the existence of the Grey Knights.

Five minutes later, as the entire team continued to move forward, the Calvin team on the other side of the team also arrived here.

Under the increase of the group will led by him, he clearly saw that the other party had noticed the abnormality here.

A force of no less than 30 Death Guards has begun to assemble in front of the forward team.

At their call, countless zombies slowly gathered around.

Behind these zombies, Calvin could vaguely see some figures wearing the uniforms of the local defense army. The sound of tanks and heavy artillery tracks made Calvin understand that the enemy's main force had arrived.

"The forward troops retreat!"

"The two wings begin to intersperse!"

"The second-line troops advance, cut through the encirclement and then retreat directly!"

"The core team is ready to transfer the baby carriage, and the scalpel strike mode is on standby!"

The silent psychic energy was transmitted to the node in front and quickly returned.

The gray knights on the battlefield also continued to intersperse in tacit understanding, and cleared the zombies on both wings while the enemy in the distance had not arrived.

The enemy's clumsiness and slow reaction were particularly obvious at this moment. They had a force advantage of dozens of times but could not play it at all.

This is the advantage of the "legion mode".

With the blessing of "Legion Mode", they can completely ignore the pressure of the enemy's large troops, and they often jump back and forth on the enemy's main firepower boundary, and continue to entangle the enemy's pace with a flexible posture.

With the blessing of "Legion Will", the friendly forces on both wings and in the rear can accurately take advantage of the enemy's unstable foothold to cut off the enemy's team trying to outflank with a sharp surprise attack, and then leave with the blessing of the information of the entire front line, without any lingering battle.

If the entire battlefield is observed from a macro perspective, the asymmetry of the two sides is fully reflected at this moment.

This is the first time that the Grey Knights appeared on the front battlefield of the battle with Chaos in a complete "Legion Mode" posture, and it is also a microcosm of the unique combat mode in the eyes of the enemy and friendly forces for a long time in the future.

"The silent blade always cuts accurately from the gap between the opponent's bones." A certain Astartes war captain who has seen the complete combat process of the Grey Knights said so.

"Duang!"

Zaratul, the commander of the Death Guard, smashed the table in front of him for the nth time, and the anger burst out from his heart uncontrollably.

Ever since he converted to his father, who was known for his peaceful mentality, losing control of his emotions has become a distant and unfamiliar thing.

And today, under the teasing of the enemy in front of him, he felt the taste of anger for the first time in a long time.

Fortunately, everything is worth it. The encirclement of the two wings is in place, and under the cluster charge of the armored vehicles, the inevitable powerful sweep is about to take place.

"This group of jumping bugs!"

He thought bitterly, imagining the other side resisting the charge of the Leman Russ heavy tank under the attack of the ground-shaking cannon. For a moment, he even recalled the glory of the Great Expedition era...Buzz!

A huge psychic field appeared under his feet, and the powerful shock wave instantly tore the remaining mortal officers beside him, except for the Death Guard, into pieces.

Before he could figure out the situation in front of him, twelve tall figures appeared in the middle of the dazzling aura.

A full twelve Holy Shield Terminators, driven by the Grey Knight veterans, just teleported over and started a devastating slaughter around them!

"Decapitation strike!"

This thought just occurred to the veteran of the Legion era, and the same teleportation aura behind him began to shine:

He even had time to look back, and three giants as tall as Knight Titans, wielding three-meter-long and half-meter-wide, door-like huge swords, filled his pupils...

The Heavenly Punishment Fear Knights, made a brilliant appearance!

The giant sword slashed, leaving behind the lower half of the Death Guards still standing in place, as for the upper half? Well, it was also in place...

More than a dozen kilometers away, Calvin put down the "mission" of the hammer in his hand.

Just now, under his leadership, all the Grey Knights, backed by the collective will, jointly undertook this ultra-long-distance precision teleportation strike.

And he himself raised his own hammer later, and the psychic energy gathered around him was ready, ready to teleport into the field again at any time to deal with the opponent's possible backhand.

This is also the advantage of the Grey Knights in the Legion era. With the blessing of the group will, the Grey Knights who are teleported over do not need to bear too much burden and can fully exert the ultimate killing effect.

Even under extreme conditions, they can teleport away again in a short time after completing the beheading, leaving the target's guard group sitting there...

But this is obviously no longer necessary.

The core force of the frontal defense line has been destroyed. Calvin has little to do. He just takes his troops to take advantage of the sluggishness of the rebels on both sides and directly breaks through the fragile defense line in front of him...

The strike cruiser on the orbit is already in place. Standing next to the body of the Death Guard sergeant who just died in the battle, Calvin looks at the huge shock wave caused by the macro cannon shells in the distance and smiles with satisfaction.

The main force of the enemy here has been wiped out. Before the altar used by the other party to summon the evil god of the subspace has not been found, there is no point in staying here.

He picked up the scattered armor of the other party and injected his will into it.

Under the cover of the power of order, his spirit reversed from the opponent's weapon through the power of the "hand of common sense" to find the location of the altar.

Memories began to flow back, and everything that this weapon had touched appeared in Calvin's eyes in a weird black and white picture.

Killing... marching... killing... marching... pollution... infiltration... descending...

Fragmentary images kept appearing in Calvin's eyes, until they descended from the warp. Calvin in his memory saw the tall figure of the Chosen of Nurgle who led all the Death Guards, and the other party happened to look at Calvin with a little suspicion...

Calvin made a prompt decision and cut off the process of retracing. The details in his memory were enough. He knew the other party's position on the ribbon formed by the magnetic field behind him.

"North Pole!"

Tracing back in time along the memory of the weapon, he finally found what he wanted.

The figure of the Thunder Eagle appeared at the end of the sky with the roar of the engine. Calvin, who had gathered the troops, walked quickly to the scheduled landing site.

This was a conspiracy that was linked together. The troops scattered by the Death Guards now seemed to be baits. The real goal was to delay time.

The master of the war gang was sitting in the underground of the North Pole at this moment. The alien ruins there were their target.

The "prolific" people who somehow knew about the existence and use of the ruins here are at the critical moment of the ceremony.

As expected, according to their old rules, these "scientists" in the Death Guard are using the lives of seven planets as sacrifices to try to pray to their kind father.

They prayed to the kind father to take out a little juice from his artifact, the Crucible of Disease, to add their own color to the real universe.

These viruses from Nurgle himself will be spread throughout the Orpheus sector through the transmission function of the ruins.

They are close to success. The seeds of the virus have been dropped. As long as the equipment in the ruins is preheated, the seeds of the curse can be spread instantly.

There is not much time left for Calvin, but he has run out of cards in his hand.

Who else? Calvin thought about the available mobility in his hand, and finally locked his eyes on the guards of the Imperial Guards who were responsible for communication on the fleet.

"Calling the Soul Redeemer."

"Got it."

"Who is the guard of the Imperial Guards who stayed behind?"

Calvin held his breath, hoping that someone he could trust would appear.

"I am Nicholas, Sir Calvin, please tell me what you want to say."

When this familiar voice came out of the microphone, Calvin subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Then he immediately told the other party his intention.

"Please go to the North Pole of the planet Tavara immediately! Stop the Chaos Ritual there at all costs! I will be there soon!"

"Got it!"

The track of the Thunder Eagle gradually disappeared in the sky, and as the distance increased, only the blue tail flame was vaguely visible.

At the same time, a golden meteor was sliding down in the orbit at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

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