Chapter 805 You Don’t Need It, but There Are Plenty of People Who Do.

The shield blocked Gegu Luo's attack, and the mechanical priest had his own means to ensure safety.

Gegu Luo withdrew his fist, and he chose to give in to the mechanical priest's stubbornness. He said why he did not send the degraded body into the battlefield.

"Because they are too unhealthy!" Gegu Luo complained, "These unhealthy things should stay here and take good care of themselves, instead of going out to embarrass our Death Guard."

The mechanical priest tilted his head and looked at Gegu Luo, and then a group of black mushrooms grew out of Gegu Luo's armor, and the mushrooms bulged against Gegu Luo's nose.

The slightly funny picture made the mechanical priest sigh, and he had a new understanding of the mind of the Death Guard.

A group of idiots.

The mechanical priest turned and left. If his biochemical brain had not been rewritten by Kalbohar, he would never have come to the ship full of plague.

In the eyes of the mechanical priest, their self-proclaimed life ship is nothing more than a cruel blasphemy against steel and technology.

The rusty steel and the cannons full of filth tortured the metal heart of the mechanical priest all the time.

Abaddon is a fool, and Typhons is also a fool.

Gululuo swallowed a mouthful of spit and complained quietly. Abaddon exchanged a lot of supplies for Typhons' support. And this plague lord who was full of thoughts to prove himself to his father ignored the ideas of his subordinates and filled the warehouses of each plague warship with these disgusting degraded bodies.

Originally, those warehouses belonged to plague zombies and viruses, and Nurgling would also arrange a paradise suitable for them to play in the warehouses. Now all of them are gone, leaving only various degraded bodies neatly arranged like bricks.

These degraded bodies are too clean, even if they are soaked in the mud, they cannot change their pale skeletal armor.

These degraded bodies are too cold, and Gululuo can't see any vitality from under their dark eye sockets.

Some plague brothers said: Gululuo! You are too suspicious! These degraded bodies are nothing more than a weapon, just like the armed slaves transformed by the Dark Mechanicus, they are just a group of cannon fodder that can be discarded at will!

But Ge Gu Luo always felt that these degraded bodies were not right. He felt that the proliferation of these things would destroy the unity of the Astartes.

He heard that when distributing degraded bodies, two war gangs clashed, and the winner took everything from the loser.

Ge Gu Luo's plague brothers went to the nutrient chamber to recover, and Ge Gu Luo himself went to the warehouse where the degraded bodies were placed.

A slave who coexists with the control device is responsible for opening the door of the warehouse. He looks like a human-shaped tree and can only respond to Ge Gu Luo's questions with the click sound when his limbs move.

The door is open, and the degraded bodies stand closely together. They did not react to Ge Gu Luo's arrival, just like stone statues handed down from ancient times.

The door is closed, and only Ge Gu Luo and the degraded bodies are left in the warehouse.

Somehow, Ge Gu Luo suddenly felt that this warehouse was so cold that his blessed body was trembling slightly.

Are these soulless things looking at me?

Ge Gu Luo was shocked by his own thoughts. He immediately ordered the slaves to open the gate.

The gate was open, and he fled from inside like a fly. When the gate closed again, these degraded bodies still had no reaction.

Ge Gu Luo told himself that he must bring others with him next time he came here.

"Great! Great!" Typhons's wild laughter blended into the gunfire, and he witnessed a fortress fall under the fierce attack of the degraded bodies. "These degraded bodies are simply the best gift Abaddon gave me!"

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven."

Typhons counted silently for seven seconds, and another fortress collapsed under the endless firepower of the degraded bodies. The bombs completely swept every inch of the fortress's walls and every survivor.

Some degraded bodies even underwent more wonderful mutations in battle. They changed from a pale Astartes to a pale Leman Russ or other types of vehicles.

The loyal cannon fodder made Typhons' army indestructible. Under the overwhelming number of people, he did not need to revise any complicated battle plan. He only needed to mix his own Death Guard into the degraded bodies to serve as commanders.

A Withered Overlord wearing Iron Cavalry Terminator armor came to Typhons. The original bone-white armor was full of dark green and embroidered yellow. Mottled holes were all over the armor. A huge abdominal armor blocked the intestines that the Withered Overlord should have flowed out.

The Withered Overlord reported their combat situation to Typhons. The casualties that should have been borne by the First Company of the Death Guard were all borne by tens of thousands of degraded bodies.

Typhons had expected this long ago. While listening to the report of the Withered Overlord, he watched with interest as his Lord of Decay stabbed the disease deeply into the earth.

When he thought of more degraded bodies being produced continuously in the factory of the Terminus, Typhons' mood became even better.

"Sentimental. Sentimental." Typhons suddenly taunted, and only he knew that these words expressed his disdain for the Death Guard Primarch, Mortarion.

While Typhons was doing his best to fulfill his father's mission, what was his Primarch doing?

Mortarion was self-pitying on the Plague World, entangled in his Primarch brother, entangled in the shadow of the destroyed planet of Barbarus.

The smoke from each disease crucible revealed Mortarion's morbid sorrow. Typhons could not accept such an unambitious Primarch to lead the entire Death Guard.

Only I, only I am the true spokesperson of the loving father.

Typhons thought proudly that he would take advantage of the 13th Black Crusade to spread the gifts of the loving father to the entire galaxy, in order to prove that he was the child who deserved Nurgle's love the most.

A three-hole brand was engraved on the scarred land. The Death Guard had completely conquered a planet in their own way.

Typhons gave an order to evacuate all troops quickly, and the broken fragments of the degraded body were also packed and taken away by the plague engine, ready to be put into the factory for cheap reproduction.

The Terminus and the warships that surrounded him like flies left together, leaving a thick green disease trail.

After a few weeks, the Imperial fleet arrived late, and the commander of the fleet issued an extermination order to the decaying planet.

An atmospheric incineration torpedo had struck the planet's surface, igniting all the free oxygen in the atmosphere. The vibrant planet burned for months before cooling down, and whatever beauty the planet had possessed before the plague now remained barren bedrock.