Chapter 1098: Poisonous Attack

"How is it, Mortarion? Does it feel good to be back home?"

"Quiet, Chagatai."

Motarion replied coldly. He looked at the magnificent palace with mixed feelings, even though the palace in front of him was a fake building made by Tzeentch.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

The seven teams left the Legion according to the original plan and steadily advanced towards the Terra Palace.

The degenerates were shooting in the bunkers. They grew together with the fortresses and trenches, or in other words, the fortifications connected to them were just a mutant branch of the degenerates.

The rain of bullets splashed on the heavy shields, leaving a few shallow pits and scratches. Many shells were thrown from the palace and hit the center of the Death Guard formation.

As the descendants of Mortarion, the Death Guards were more tenacious. They predicted the location of the explosion in advance and blocked themselves with shields. The shock wave and fire wave could only make their steps retreat slightly, scraping the ground and making a squeak.

When the smoke cleared, the Death Guards came back with fire. They used explosive bombs to smash the defenders in the trenches and bunkers from a distance. They used the poison that melted steel to soften the hardness of the defense line.

Even the degraded bodies could not last too long in the poison made by Mortarion himself. Their pale bone plates bubbled and collapsed like burnt plastic.

777 meters away, the captain of the guns and artillery occupied a favorable position. Their skin was grayish white, and they looked unhealthy compared to other soldiers.

Heavy radioactive bullets were loaded one by one, and then roared out.

The bullets left dark green marks in the air. Even if they were embedded in the wall, these radioactive bullets were extremely deadly and destroyed the body structure of nearby creatures.

The enemy's counterattack was not weak. The degraded bodies imitating the Space Marines were also a great threat to the Death Guards. Each Death Guard had to face the firepower of more than ten degraded Space Marines, and the heavy shield could not block all of them.

A Death Guard was hit by several bolts, and the armor and bolt fragments cut his internal organs into a mess. Blood spurted out like a waterfall under the influence of a strong heart. If it were an ordinary person, this injury would be enough to kill him.

He closed his mouth and did not let the blood spray into his helmet. Accepting Isha's purification is undoubtedly a weakening for the Death Guard. When they were still the vanguard of Nurgle, they did not need to bomb the poison gas at all.

They only need to stand in the river and upwind, and wantonly extend their swollen intestines and other diseased tissues that have cracked outside the armor.

Some Death Guards who are closer to Nurgle have even changed their power backpacks, growing flowers and trunks, and every breath can spray out dark green clouds.

What have we become now? Have we become the Emperor's warriors? The protector of the Empire? The savior of the people?

No... This is ridiculous...

The Death Guard is not loyal to the Emperor, nor to the arrogant Typhons, nor to the compassionate Nurgle.

Most of the soldiers who followed Mortarion till now were veterans of the Great Crusade. Even if there were new soldiers, they had learned about Mortarion's character from the veterans.

He would never forget everything Mortarion had done for the Death Guard. Although his father was full of contradictions, as a child, he only hoped that his father could finish these things quickly and return to Barbarus to live a peaceful life.

The life vaccine on the inner layer of the armor was taking effect, and all the wounds were healed. Because the Death Guard and the life vaccine were so compatible, even the metal fragments that pierced the body grew together.

But it didn't matter. Enduring pain was what the Death Guard was good at.

They would wear down this fake palace bit by bit, and then return home with scars all over their bodies.

Stand up again and carry the heavy shield. The Death Guard continued to move forward under the overwhelming firepower. Even if they were hit by several explosive shells, they could ensure that their palms holding the guns were as steady as a rock.

The previous lines of defense were naturally broken through, and the area after the Death Guard's attack was left with only a rotten swamp full of poisonous gas and radioactive substances.

Even the Tyranids need to evolve specifically before they can set foot in this area, but for the Death Guard, these swamps can remind them of their homes beyond the ends of the earth.

The palace's defense line is very complicated, and the wide area composed of trenches and fortresses is just a buffer zone used to slow down the enemy's attack speed.

The real difficulty lies in the huge walls that even Titans find difficult to cross.

The outer layer of the wall is extremely thick, and there are complex hidden shield generators inside.

The wall with such a design can be regarded as an indestructible object, but if the attacker has enough time, it is not impossible to destroy the wall.

It turns out that their siege of Terra was so urgent and fast, mainly because Guilliman's reinforcements were about to arrive.

If Terra cannot be conquered before Guilliman arrives, everything the rebels have done will be in vain.

Now Mortarion is not in a hurry, after all, the intelligence is very clear.

The Necrontyr Dynasty has reached a stalemate with the enemy near the core area. They can't advance, and the enemy can't cross the Necrontyr's defense line.

Now this fake Terra Palace has no reinforcements and can only rely on the degraded body factory in the underground structure to provide troops.

Really interesting...

Mortarion thought to himself, he sent out several commandos and asked them to go deeper in the huge drilling vehicles that accommodate Space Marines.

When they found several ventilation ducts, corrosive poison gas was continuously injected into them.

After a few months, the high walls in front of Mortarion turned into a death restricted area with green smoke.

Mortarion didn't know about other places, but the activity of the degenerate bodies here had been reduced to a minimum.

Mortarion would occasionally connect to the voice channels of the primarchs to judge the progress of the other primarchs' attacks.

But most of the time he could only hear the fierce quarrels of the primarchs.

Perturabo: "Lion, I need some firepower support. Do you have any extra general cannons in your secret warehouse?"

Lion: "Perturabo, after this battle, I must talk to you..."

Leman Russ: "Is this the so-called Magnus' Folly? Named specifically for Magnus's crashing the webway? Oh, father. This is really appropriate, it looks like Magnus's swollen dermatitis."

Magnus: "You damn wolf lover! If you say another word, I will bring people to burn all your beard and hair."

Guilliman: "Macragge... Do you really realize that this channel is used to explain the battle situation?"