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"Your Majesty, the Ultramarines are willing to be your spear."
“Please guide us to fight to the death against the filth that lurks outside the city.”
Accompanied by Kasgar's booming voice amplified by his psionic energy, Second Company Commander Sicarius of the Ultramarines (convincing himself that he was saluting the Primarch) knelt on one knee in the direction of Loliman and Kasgar.
"Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!!!"
"The Emperor has appeared! The Emperor has appeared!!!"
"He has not abandoned us! He has always been with us!"
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
"Praise be to the Emperor! The Emperor is our only savior. Believe in him, bless him, and pray with him for humanity!"
The priest Mathieu, standing beside Casca, wept and shouted along with the revelers, finally finding a sliver of solace in their long despair.
As a devout follower of the Imperial Cult, he finally received divine revelation from the Great Emperor at this critical juncture.
He successfully witnessed the Emperor's power once again ascending to this world!
"But have you thought about what will happen next, Priest?"
"The Emperor has solved your problem once again, and then what? Do you hope that every time humanity encounters difficulties, such a great being will step forward to help you solve all your problems?"
"Who?"
Sensing someone speaking behind him, Mathieu quickly turned around to look behind him.
He was an extremely tall man, standing amidst the revelers. Despite his striking height making him stand out from the crowd, for some reason, no one around him seemed surprised by this man's sudden appearance on stage.
It seemed that no one noticed his presence at all, and no one would pay attention to him at this moment.
"Who are you? Why are you telling me all this?"
His face was unhealthy and pale, and he was wearing a respirator of unknown model.
Mathieu recognized the face, but couldn't quite place who it was.
“If you have time, we can talk privately after this parade is over.”
The tall, pale-faced man did not answer his question.
Hey! Don't go!
Who exactly are you?
They've disappeared...?
Such a tall figure, yet after taking one step, he disappeared back into the crowd, never to be found again.
Who exactly is this guy?
......
"Is it an illusion?"
Just as the flames were purifying all the chaos and corruption in the revelry, he sensed a fleeting, familiar presence with the help of the psionic flames.
But after a thorough search with psionic flames, and still finding nothing unusual, they turned their attention back to...
Then, Kasga saw Loliman, the second company commander, trying to sneak up on Sicarius from the crowd and threatening the innocent man with a vicious look.
This little girl Man seems to be planning to sneak away while Casca isn't looking.
But this brief eye contact forced her to abandon her plan, and she tried to explain to Casca with evasive eyes:
"My mission is now complete. You are now the true embodiment of the Emperor's arrival... Now, let me go—"
Seeing this, Loliman smiled with satisfaction, then prepared to turn and leave, concealing her merit and fame.
After saying that, she took off running.
"Wait, you can't leave."
The next moment, a large hand grabbed her extremely loose-fitting Ottara top.
snort!
Want to escape?
Casca would never let such a useful Excel spreadsheet slip out of his control!
After the High Lords' Council overturns in the future, who will do all the paperwork?
Only her, Lolita Man!
Previously, she might have wanted to challenge someone to a duel, but the clever Magnus transformed Guilliman into Loliman, successfully solving her bad habit of always looking for one-on-one fights.
From now on, I can sit in the office and approve documents all the time!
"Let me go! I want to fight you one-on-one!!!"
Loli Man, who had been grabbed and lifted by Casca, still seemed somewhat unconvinced.
I was even thinking of going to farm!
The entire human empire, millions of worlds, countless Space Marine chapters, the Astronaut Corps, and the Mechanicus could definitely provide Guilliman with a life of farming to his heart's content.
"grown ups......!"
Just as Casca was about to tease Guilliman a little more, a report came through the communication system from the front lines.
"The next siege by Nurgle's army is about to begin."
......
The summoning of the people to the square to receive the divine command gave Nurgle's army a good opportunity to attack.
The defensive troops originally stationed on the city walls were redeployed to the interior to maintain order, and with most civilians gathered together, it was the perfect time for Nurgle to spread the Father's blessings.
The cultists, who infiltrated the crowd, spread the plague and summoned demons, while simultaneously coordinating with the siege forces outside the city to destroy the internal defenses.
With coordinated efforts from within and without, the planet Pamenio, a crucial node in the Five Hundred Worlds, will inevitably fall.
Even though the infiltrators in the city were reduced to ashes by the flames of Kasgar, it seemed that the Nurgle army had no intention of giving up their attack.
"Right outside the city, beneath those miasma clouds lies the dregs of evil chaos!"
Guided by the Ultramarines, a vast, rotting mountain of flesh with its belly exposed roamed through the green swampy pus and miasma outside the city. Surrounded by lively Nurgles and swarms of mosquitoes, it moved slowly and sluggishly toward the defensive walls of the capital city of Pamenio.
There's nothing we can do about it; that's just how fast Nuggets moves.
Interspersed among them, following the Great Unclean One, were countless Nurgle wizards, plague beasts, and cultists.
And the endless plague zombies and bloated zombies that serve as consumables and filler monsters—the first wave of attacks on the walls consisted only of grunts, but they still resolutely advanced towards the already crumbling walls of Pamenio under the fire of the Ultramarines.
Although their bodies decay, they possess an even stronger vitality—even if they are beaten to the point of near disappearance, they can regenerate through their own strength.
Even the well-organized Death Guard legions and the named Great Unclean Ones did not appear on the battlefield, but the nausea and oppression they instilled in the defenders of Pamenio was something that the Khorne demons, who only knew how to wield their great axes with brute force, could not provide.
The stench was overwhelming, and some of the weaker-willed members of the Astral Army were unable to withstand the onslaught, experiencing vomiting and pain.
"Firm will!"
"Believe that our cause is sacred, and that the Emperor is with us at this moment!"
Nurgle is an extremely difficult opponent.
Accompanied by the nauseating laughter of these evil creations, heaps of green filth were sprayed and splashed onto the defensive walls in front of the Ultramarines' barrage of fire.
In the past, the release of such an unsolvable viral plague would have infected even machine servants and automated robots.
Bear!
The overwhelming psionic flames once again filled everything.
"Finally, we can have a proper fight..."
"Have you ever thought about how agonizing it is for me to keep my strength hidden...?"
Unfortunately, Casca has fire.
written request for leave
I'm having a bit of writer's block...
I feel that what I wrote in a rush is a bit ugly, so I'm taking a day off to reorganize my thoughts.
Please forgive me, everyone!
Chapter 258 A Gift from an Old Friend
brush!
It was as relaxing as cleaning a dirty carpet that had been stained for half a century in an instant. When the golden-red flame touched the tail, the originally stubborn slime suddenly became illusory as if it were nothing.
As the flames spread upwards, the leaping Nurgles and the cultists and walkers charging at the forefront faced only the silent burning and complete annihilation of the flames.
"The Emperor's blade will sweep away all filth!"
"Long live the Emperor! Praise the Emperor!!!"
"The Emperor insulted the devil! The Emperor is invincible!!!"
Seeing that Kasgar had easily burned all of Nurgle's army to ashes, the defenders on the city wall erupted in thunderous cheers!
The Nurgle demons were notoriously difficult to deal with, even the pus left on the battlefield after the war was a challenge—but under the power of the Emperor's incarnation, not a single trace of these demons was left behind!
The Nurgle demons would never have imagined, even in death, that what they faced would not be just death, but utter annihilation from the world, leaving no trace.
"The Cursed One!"
"The Cursed Flame!!!"
"Go back immediately!"
Amidst the chaotic wailing, the Nurgle army, which had been strolling merrily like a parade, was thrown into complete disarray—aside from the mindless plague zombies, no demon would be unafraid of such a direct erasure power.
Even the great unclean being, who was like a mountain of flesh, upon seeing Kasgar's psionic flames, disregarded all martial ethics and threw himself off the rotting palanquin, tumbling and scrambling to his feet.
—It even has a slightly comical quality to it.
But this only makes Kasgar want to burn all the filthy Nurgle demons to ashes.
"Deploy Titans, prepare for a counterattack!"
Immediately following Casca's command, countless mechanical cannons above his head unleashed a barrage of fire as if it were free.
The reason why Parmenion is valued by both sides and regarded as the key to the final battle is that the Titans' stronghold is the headquarters of the Mechanicus in Parmenion.
This place is home to the largest number of Titan Order troops in Altera, and with their help, the current dispersed forces are only able to delay the attack if the Ultramarines manage to hold them off.
Without the protection of Starcage and the Mechanicus's armed forces, the poorly defended world of Connor behind them will inevitably suffer annihilation under the corruption of Nurgle.
This is a situation that the Ultramarines absolutely cannot allow: they must not let their homeland, on which they depend for survival, fall into the hands of such vile demons!
As Kaska brandished his flaming longsword.
The Titans deployed in the front-line defense network were gradually activated by the chants of their pilots and mechanical monks.
Three and a half legions, one hundred and two towering war machines, encompassing all models, the flames of Casgar cleared large swaths of open ground for them to enter the battlefield, untouched by plague-ridden zombies, allowing them to advance slowly and steadily.
In addition, tens of thousands of patrons awaited at the foot of the Titan, dressed in robes belonging to several different forging worlds of the Mechanicus; red, ochre, white, black, and gray were all available.
Beside them stood three thousand war robots from the intelligent control legion, neatly positioned outside the newly poured curtain wall to cover the Titan legion's safe landing.
Logically speaking, such a cumbersome machine as the Titan should not be able to move on the soft ground that has been transformed into a putrid swamp by the Nurgle—but under the scorching heat of the Casgar flames, the corrupt land that was originally occupied by dead trees and swamps has been restored to wasteland.
Every step forward by the divine machine was like thunder shaking the earth.
Guided by the Emperor's Light, the defending troops, who had fallen into despair, regained their confidence to fight.
The vanguard consisted of tanks leading the way, along with burning and corrupted Casca, followed closely by infantry.
At the heart of the army, a large group of Otma super-heavy tanks were deployed in a formation directly commanded by the Second Company Commander (or more accurately, Loliman, who was piloting the Second Company Commander).
With their sheer weight and engine power, a large number of machines forced their way through the mud that had not yet been completely cleansed by the flames, and the huge bulldozer blades leveled the still-resisting ground.
......
With loud screams and roars, the Nurgle vanguard was now fleeing in all directions in disarray.
Meanwhile, the army led by Kasgar was immune to all poisons under the protection of the Emperor's Fire—with a steadfast and hopeful faith, the corruption that used to rust even steel could no longer harm them in the slightest.