Chapter 606: War in the Gothic Sky (Ten) Pesma, the Brewing of the Demonic Tide

After 80 hours of day and night travel, the Purifiers led by Turaber boarded the shuttle, and then transferred to the battle barge prepared by the Imperial Fists after leaving the starport of the Blackstone Fortress.

The Imperial Fists stationed at the Blackstone Fortress also used their own channels to convey orders to the troops under their command.

On the battlefields along the way, both the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum used counterattacks to support the barriers before the warships of the Purifiers arrived;

And in the silent sacrifice of countless people, the Grey Knights led by Turaber finally arrived at the temporary command hub in orbit under the starlight after two planetary rotation cycles of Pesma.

In the command hall of the Star Fortress, the starlight has no temperature after a long distance, and is penetrating the huge portholes and sprinkling coldly on the crowd.

The planetary governors and generals of the local defense forces in scarlet military uniforms stood on the periphery of the crowd, while the center of the crowd was occupied by a piece of national defense gray belonging to the Astra Militarum.

In the center of the hall, on a holographic sand table as big as a square, the landforms that were miniaturized hundreds of times depicted the continents and oceans. On the dividing line between bright green and dim blue marks, there were countless mountains, rivers, farmlands, mines... and thousands of dense bright spots.

Each of them was a shrinking human settlement. And all of this ultimately formed a huge urban cluster centered on several towering hive cities.

Bang!

The steam gate was opened roughly, making everyone subconsciously quiet. In the field of vision, two local judges from Pesma were walking at the forefront of the team with the rapid collision of metal pendants on their robes.

And behind them was a group of special Emperor Angels painted in the original color of steel.

"Another team is coming!" The local planetary governor's face remained unchanged, but he felt even heavier in his heart.

He and his subordinates did not recognize the identity of the Grey Knights, but the arrival of Astartes warriors from two different regiments in their fiefdoms was equally heavy for him.

"It's them."

The Major General of the Astralis Army in the center of the crowd lowered his head slightly, avoiding Turaber's gaze as he walked around the scene.

The iconic steel color on the opponent's power armor, and the inquisition mark contrasting with the iron gray of the breastplate, made the general who also came from the Blackstone Fortress to take over the battlefield recognize his identity at the first time.

Unlike the people present who were intimidated by the majesty of the Inquisition and did not dare to greet the judges, he just subconsciously glanced at the laurel-crucian helmet on Turaber's head and knew that Pesma had changed its owner again in silence.

Talos raised his head from his contemplation and looked at the oncoming giant.

Turaber, who was a head taller than him, was not interested in taking off his helmet in public. He just nodded slightly to him and stood beside him in a dignified manner.

Taros, who had been prepared for Turabo's arrival, did not say any more nonsense, and directly expanded the tactical sand table at hand again, so that both of them could see it.

The plain behind the mid-ocean ridge of the main body of the first continent, the coastal plain of the second continent;

The mineral industrial zone of the third continental plate, the main bedrock plain of the fourth continent...

The dots of red and the signs that had been marked with the cleaning process did not make Turabo feel a bit relaxed.

Because in the center of the entire map, the disease emblem that spanned the largest artificial ocean made him feel more and more the urgency of time when his eyes touched the surrounding several hive industrial systems.

At the same time, as the supreme leader of the Purifier Force, he also arrived at Pesma and resumed long-distance communication with the Legion. He kept receiving alarms from other planets on his personal terminal.

This obviously showed him and the entire Grey Knight Legion a fact-when the plague was included in the list of weapons of the Death Guard, it was not just Pesma who had to be on edge.

And it was indeed so. When the Death Guard launched its second offensive, along with the abscesses parasitic on the warships being thrown into space, not only Calvin, but all the psykers in the Gothic Galaxy could see the almost substantial decaying power surging in the subspace.

That was a sign, and it was also the decaying power from the Garden of Nurgle, cheering for another reincarnation of life that met their "aesthetics"!

So more psykers or those who were "fortunate" to awaken their psyker constitution at this moment entered Nurgle's vision that night.

Only a few legal psykers, or those who had received orthodox education in the Empire and had established basic spiritual defenses with faith, were lucky enough to escape this disaster.

What gave the Empire a headache was that the former was a source of danger that had not yet erupted, and most of them were illegal psykers active outside the Empire's management.

Although the planetary government of Pesma had carried out an emergency evacuation, the upper-level command system was evacuated in a short time and moved to this star fortress.

However, the next-level hive rulers, as the real executive layer, are more or less in a suspicious state as they cannot leave their posts.

Some of the areas where the seeds of disease have landed have been clearly identified by the orbital prevention and control system, and Taros has included them in the scope of preparation for attack.

"What measures have been taken?" Turabo looked at Taros, and his mind was turning over the possible response plans to be prepared next.

The two Grey Knight teams had received orders from the psychic link while his mind was racing, and were riding frigates, approaching the orbits of those mission areas.

As the person in charge of all purifiers, he needed to evaluate the potential contamination level of the entire Pesma from Taros' previous defense measures in order to prepare for the next troop mobilization.

"Martial law, the Ministry of Justice troops are on high alert; systematically comb the middle and lower hives, and reconfirm each channel and key resource points while establishing defenses at the edge of the actual control area of ​​the bottom nest.

All the on-duty judges have been dispatched, and the Storm Guard is supervising the specific implementation progress of each hive;

Agents of Absinthe have been dispatched, and are conducting further supervision and investigation of the upper layers of all planets, including the Ecclesiarchy!"

Taros is also an old man who has cooperated with the Inquisition for a long time, and he has also used the power in his hands to the extreme.

Turab raised his arm and nodded slightly while listening to the orders issued by the former. But both he and Taros knew very well that these means alone were still not enough to resist the infection from the evil god.

In fact, these conventional preventive measures are the extreme of what they can do.

However, the pollution from Nurgle always appears in places that ordinary people cannot predict.

"Well done, I have nothing to add."

Turab's words made Taros feel relaxed, which in itself was a kind of affirmation of his ability.

"Be prepared for the worst." He said to the leader of the Purifiers, who was also a rare high-ranking officer in the entire Grey Knights Corps who had already been awarded the title of champion.

In his eyes, he had done everything he could. The battlefield below was truly a supernatural realm, where he would fight face to face with those demons.

And in this realm, the man in front of him was the responder sent by the Primarch. The responsibility for the safety of the entire planet and even the Gothic Galaxy would soon fall on the shoulders of this champion swordsman.

"Understood!" Turaber nodded, and then looked at the adjutant behind him.

In the psychic link, an order to "patrol the entire planet in small teams on warships, and be ready to intervene and launch orbital strike operations at any time" was completed at the moment of eye contact.

At the same time, the other Grey Knights who stayed in the preparation area on standby also walked to the various docking ports of the Star Fortress in an orderly manner but with different purposes at the moment when the surrounding people were caught off guard.

"I will watch your back!" Turaber took his weapon from the adjutant and assured Taros.

His eyes also passed Talos and looked at the distant starry sky.

"But simple defense is never a long-term solution, and the real counterattack needs to wait for the preparation of that adult."

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