Warhammer Inquisitor

The Thunderhawk gunship pierced the morbid fog, its gilded wings bursting with sparks, a violent reaction between the decaying fungus in the air and the blessed wings, that's not something science can explain .

"The outside air can't breathe, and everyone puts on their helmets."

Bell said as he walked through the cabin, he put on his own helmet, and the remaining Astartes monks all wore helmets of different colors. They came from different chapters, the Ultramarines, the Nova Warriors, and the Doom Eagle , and the Silver Consul, etc. From this, multiple battle groups formed the main body of this assault force.

"Lord Guilliman."

Bell stopped holding the bolt gun, and Guilliman stood up in front of him. The tall body of the Primarch blocked most of the cabin for an instant. He nodded to Bell, and then turned his head to look at the bright lights. cabin door.

"To reach the sky above the destination, repeat, to reach the sky above the destination."

"Everyone get ready."

Guilliman put on his helmet, and the voice came directly from the built-in channel. The Astartes behind them clenched their weapons tightly. They looked at the slowly opened cabin door, and there was thick gray dust all over the cabin door. Green dark clouds, from which growls could be heard from time to time.

"Landing, Thunderhawk doesn't stay in the air for long."

As Guilliman said, he jumped out of the cabin first. He fell from the air, and the fungal spores in the air covered his body. When Guilliman landed, he was already covered with a layer of creep.

The land under his feet and the air around him were filled with an unbearable smell. Bell was wrong, even if he was wearing a helmet and the filter was turned to the maximum, the smell couldn't be suppressed.

As a mortal, even if he is wearing a full set of power armor, he is already infected, and if he is not infected, he will lose half his life. In the best case, he will vomit continuously, and in the worst case, he will be insane.

Only the Astartes can survive in this environment, at least, barely survive, Guilliman turned his head attracted by the laughter, hordes of Nurgle walking corpses and Nurgle demons were rushing towards them, between them Accompanied by heavily armed Death Watch Marines, they raised their bolt guns and aimed at Guilliman.

Walking corpses and demons surged from the steps like a tsunami. Guilliman stood at the top, like a lone boat in the tsunami. The survivors stood on the canoe, overlooking the raging tide below.

Guilliman didn't do anything, because he knew it was unnecessary, and in the blink of an eye, the Astartes wearing iron-riding Terminator armor fell on both sides of Guilliman, and their flamethrowers spit out flames towards the replacement. , a large area of ​​walking corpses and Nurgle demons were lit in the blink of an eye.

Their laughter turned into a distorted look, and they looked at Guilliman above with a ferocious face. He was standing on the steps with a flaming sword in his hand, surrounded by steel ropes, and the heavily armed Astartes landed on the ground. Around Guilliman, they quickly deployed a firepower net, slanting out fierce artillery fire in all directions.

Guilliman turned his head and looked at the tall building behind him. It was unique because it was the only building in the entire pit. In the surrounding pit, there were only wreckage and indistinguishable rickets.

Only he was still there, Vito's foreknowledge they were pointing here, and Guilliman didn't need anyone to tell him that the Vengeful Son could feel the powerful psychic stance that filled the building.

"He's here."

"It seems that the target is here, right? It's really easy."

Ragnar said on the side, he was standing on the stairs, holding two chainsaw axes and chopping down one piece after another. They fell down one by one, but new ones would be added soon, it was hard to see end.

The Terminator's mercury elemental flame shot into the bottom of the stairs, but it seemed to escape into a bottomless deep sea. The flame disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like throwing a fluorescent stick from the sea.

"Stick to the front!"

After Felix descended from the sky rope, he raised his bolt gun and shouted loudly. The surrounding Astartes quickly reached the edge of the stairs. They squatted down, raised their bolt guns and shot Na A bloated demon of dirt, the Terminator stepped forward, and the hellfire multi-barreled cannon it held tilted down to rain endless bullets.

The Thunderhawk gunship left, entangled by flying Nurgle flies and forced to leave immediately, but before leaving, he left a final gift for the commando.

The Thunderhawk gunship flew over the heads of the corpses, and the incendiary bombs projected spread across the pussy demons and the death guards in an instant. The flames swept across the entire bottom of the stairs, and the wind of fire blew up to make everyone's battle robes , the cockscomb helmet, and the blessing scroll below the erosion all flew up.

In the flames, the demons of Nurgle continued to charge up. They were burning, their bulky bodies rushed out of the flames, and ran towards the stairs with a smirk.

"My lord, after we stay here, you lead the team in."

Felix will not give up this kind of mission, which is dangerous and has a high probability of death. It's a pity that Sicarius is not here, otherwise he will definitely compete with Felix for this mission in front of the Primarch.

Guilliman nodded silently, then turned around and stepped into the huge department store door, Bell, Lancelot, and the rest of the Astartes followed him into the building, and Felix turned around behind him , he stood at the top of the stairs, facing the tsunami-like demons below and raised the sword in his hand.

"Emperor, bear my witness."

He said in a reverent voice, and then he raised his sword and chopped off the head of the laughing Nurgle demon.

"It looks like a shopping mall here, and it's quite big."

Lancelot followed in the procession, his helmet flashlight strafing the surrounding walls, the shops of the department store were displayed one by one around, merchandise, clothes and home appliances in boxes were all around.

"Yeah, it's just that the sanitation is not up to standard."

"What? Occupational disease attack? Bell."

"That's right, but you don't need to be multi-professional, anyone can see it."

Yes, the surrounding mall is covered in creep, the fleshy mucus engulfs everything, and the rest is inundated with sickly-smelling fungus.

Even with a helmet on, the hard-to-conceal smell still poured into the nasal cavity, and the Astartes' own superhuman respiratory organs couldn't filter it out, so everyone could only resist the smell.

But fortunately, the Sisters of Silence were present, and several nuns and sisters from the order were in the team with the Astartes. The power they exuded made the space they were in dispel those smells, although the stench was still strong, but I can still breathe.

They followed on both sides of Guilliman, with high braids and huge swords swinging together. They were protecting the Primarch. Indeed, in this kind of place full of corruption in the subspace, only they were the most suitable. important task.

The rest of the Astartes followed the psykers, from the Ultramarines, and the psychic leaders of multiple chapters joined the commando, they released the psychic stance all the time, making those around them full of infection Sexual fungal spores cannot reach the Astartes.

Although armor can resist surface pollution, Nurgle's real pollution is at the soul level. The power of psionic energy cannot be explained and blocked by science.

Bell is very happy that they are here. He doesn't want to go back and clean up his own pollution, and other people's. It will be a big project. There is no way to cure Nurgle's pollution, but it will take a lot of time. And more times the huge amount of resources.

The assault team entered the main hall of the mall, which is the core of the entire square and where most pedestrian streets and shops are located, so it is extraordinarily large, with layers of floors and elevators above the heads of the Astartes.

"Where is that thing?"

asked one of the Nova Marines in the ranks, bolter in hand and the Astartes in guard formation walking away, the flashlight's blinding beam flickering around.

"This is it? It's dirty enough here."

Lancelot was right. This place is simply a place of pollution. There are more creeps and tumors than outside, and they are thicker. A thick tapestry of fungi hangs down from the dome and extends very close to the surface.

In the pitch-black environment, there were still some things wriggling, and their crackling sound made the scalp tingle. Bell looked around from the helmet, and the spotlights kept sweeping across the surrounding walls, "My monitoring data has exploded. Damn it, just take off the helmet here, and you'll be melted from the inside with just one breath."

"Hey, beauties, are you all right? You don't have all your helmets on."

The helmets of the Silent Sisters only had half masks, and half of their faces were exposed. The leader Shayna Keeley turned her head, and she clenched her sword tightly, "Someone is here."

"where?"

Before the question and answer was over, the Nova Warrior was picked up all of a sudden, and he was caught by the long creeper tentacles hanging on the roof. At the top there, when the flashlight shined on it, there were a large number of densely packed worms Eggs, their surfaces wriggled, shadows swam beneath them.

All the eggs exploded, and Nurgle's giant flies emerged from them. They opened their honeycomb mouths and laughed, devouring the Nova Warrior in an instant, and then rushed towards the Astartes and the nuns in the hall.