Chapter 436

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

"Advance."

The command was issued.

The zombie army advanced toward the First Line of Defense along the Main Corridor with stiff footsteps.

Plague Vehicles drove on the Team's Side and Front, rusted Tank Tracks grinding against the deck, emitting a piercing metal friction sound.

The entire Corridor echoed with chaotic Footsteps, mechanical Roaring, and an increasingly thick Rot stench.

Two hundred meters, one hundred eighty meters, one hundred fifty meters...

On the Defense Line Position, the defending officer gripped the Communication Device in hand, Cold Sweat seeping from Forehead.

Wrong.

Too quiet.

According to the arrangement, as long as the ambush enemy approached within fifty meters range, the Outer Areas' reconnaissance mines should have been triggered, at least a few explosions should have been heard inside.

But now the enemy had advanced to nearly two hundred meters, the surrounding maintenance Pipes and ventilation shafts were completely Silent, not a single mine had sounded.

Were the Sensors broken? Or did the Plague Warriors simply not take those Routes?

The defending officer Grit Teeth, just preparing to order a Squad dispatched to the Ce Yu to check mine conditions.

Just then, the zombie army's formation suddenly split open a gap.

Twenty-two figures rushed out from within the zombie Team.

Or rather, twenty-two humanoid Tanks would be more accurate.

The Death Guard's Power Armor gleamed with a rusted dark yellow-green under the Corridor lights, each one bulkier and more bloated than ordinary Space Marines.

This was Nurgle's blessing, rotten and swollen Flesh fused together with Combat Armor.

They strode with Big Strides, Power Armor joints compressing with a dull Roaring, speed instantly soaring to the extreme.

Forty meters per second.

This is the Space Marine charge speed.

Two hundred meters distance, only five seconds needed.

The Navy soldiers on the Defensive Line couldn't even make a complete Reaction in time.

The front-row shooters had just swung Gun Mouths, Laser Gun crosshairs only just Capturing those rapidly Approaching figures.

Five seconds was too short, so short most people only managed to fire one shot.

The Plague Warriors had already crashed into the Defensive Line.

"Bang!"

The frontmost blast wall was knocked deformed and dented like paper, immediately the entire wall along with several soldiers behind it were knocked flying out.

Rusted Power Armor carrying ten thousand catties of force, Mortal Flesh and Blood Bodies had no qualification to even block once before this impact.

Laser beams striking their Combat Armor could only burn shallow scorch marks, unable to penetrate even the outer rotten flesh layer.

But Dominic had long been prepared.

"Spear Formation!"

A fierce shout came from the Depth of the Position.

Dozens of figures rose simultaneously from behind cover on both Side, wearing silver-glinting Exquisite Power Armor.

Those were Wentulia Elite, Dominic's Clan's Private Army cultivated at great expense.

Each one a warrior selected from tens of thousands, equipped with the most exquisite gear.

They gripped Taser Electric Spears over Four Meters Long in hand, spear tips flashing with high-voltage Electric Arc blue light.

This was a killing move specially prepared for dealing with powerful single enemies.

Dozens of electric spears thrust out simultaneously, spear tips precisely aimed at the joint gaps, Target Lenses, Power Pipelines and other relatively Weak positions of the Plague Warriors charging at the Most Front.

The Wentulia Elite had trained the Spear Formation Tactic countless times, what they excelled at most was using long-short coordination spear formations to restrain, encircle and kill single powerful enemies.

Even if the opponent was a Space Marine, they could rely on formation and electric spear paralysis effects to Entangle endlessly.

Metal Collide piercing sounds merged into one piece.

Eleven Plague Warriors were entangled by the spear formation.

The Taser Electric Spear's high-voltage Electric Arcs crackled against the Power Armor, though difficult to Penetrate the heavy rusted Combat Armor.

Yet able to Flesh Nerve fluidity, causing enemy movements to lag.

The Wentulia Elite advanced and retreated with basis, spear tips rising and falling in succession, like a tightening net, trapping eleven Death Guard within the formation.

But Phelps from the start never intended to entangle with these Elite.

His Target from beginning to end was very clear -- those Pastors.

The Defensive Line's Core is Soul Faith.

As long as Pastors remain, soldiers have Imperial Light Protection, Green Skin Morale won't collapse, Rust Plague difficult to Spread among crowds.

Pull out the Pastors, equals pulling out the entire Defensive Line's spine.

"You stay, entangle them." Phelps's voice sounded in the Communication Channel, turbid and calm.

"The Kind Father's blessing is with you, these Mortals cannot kill you."

Eleven Plague Warriors emitted low responses.

They truly did not need to worry about death; Nurgle's Blessing made their vitality tenacious to a hair-raising degree.

Severed limbs could Regenerate; even with their Internal Organs ripped out they could continue fighting — as long as their heads and the Core Corrupted Organs were not utterly destroyed, they could keep fighting on.

A mere few dozen Mortal Elites, no matter how good their equipment, were nothing more than a matter of consuming some time.

Phelps himself, meanwhile, led the remaining eleven Death Guard and directly bypassed the spear formation's Flank.

Their Target pointed straight at the Pastor Group in the Rear of the Defensive Line.

Around the Command Node where the Pastor Group was located, twelve Combat Nuns wielding Bomb Guns and Power Swords formed a tight Escort line.

They were the State Religion's daughters of battle, the Emperor's daughters.

Each had undergone harsh training and devout Soul Faith baptism; their Physical Quality far surpassed ordinary soldiers, and their Power Armor had also undergone sanctification treatment.

Seeing eleven Plague Warriors circle around, the Nuns did not retreat in the slightest.

"For the Emperor!"

The lead Nun shouted loudly, and the Bomb Guns Opened Fire simultaneously.

Large-caliber Bombs Blast Open in the Corridor; firelight illuminated their resolute faces.

But the gap between Mortals and "Fallen Angels" was simply too great.

The Death Guard's Power Armor withstood the vast majority of the Bombs' Impact; the Explosions could only blast out patches of fragments on the rusted armor, unable to inflict fatal damage.

And the Rust Giant Axes and Plague Claws in the Plague Warriors' hands — every Blow was enough to cleave a Nun in two along with her Power Armor.

Worse still, Phelps Raised his Hand and threw a Grenade.

That was not Warp Plague.

If it were Plague Power, the Pastors' holy Prayers could still dispel and Resist it.

This was a genuine Chemical Poison Gas Grenade.

With a muffled "Bang," gray-white poison mist instantly permeated the Corridor.

This was military-grade Nerve Toxin; it needed no Warp power — pure chemical toxicity alone could paralyze a human's respiratory system and Nerve Reaction within dozens of seconds.

The Pastors' Prayers Failed.

The Emperor's Blessing can dispel a Demon's plague, but cannot eliminate real existing chemical toxins out of thin air.

The twelve Combat Nuns bore the brunt.

Their Power Armor had filtration systems, but in the haste they could not fully block the high-concentration poison gas.

The physically modified Nuns' Physical Quality far exceeded normal people; they endured a portion of the toxicity to some degree.

But their movements still inevitably slowed; breathing became heavy; the hands gripping their guns began to Tremble slightly.

And the Death Guard — they themselves were walking poison cans.

To them, the poison gas was no different from ordinary air.

The Battle turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The slowed Nuns simply could not block the full-speed charging Plague Warriors.

Rust Giant Axes fell; Power Armor was cleaved open like Canned Food; blood and bone fragments Fly Splashed onto the Corridor's Walls.

A Nun lunged at Phelps with a Power Sword raised, but he Raised his Hand and seized her Neck; his rusted Fingers easily crushed the Power Armor's neck guard and also crushed the Neck Vertebra beneath.

Twelve Combat Nuns, all killed in battle in less than Five Minutes.

The blockers were gone.

Phelps led the ten warriors straight into the Cabin where the Pastor Group was.

The Pastors were still Praying.

A dozen State Religion Pastors huddled together, holding Holy Relics and Scriptures high; golden Light of Faith radiated from them, attempting to resist the pestilential qi surging in from outside.

They saw the Death Guard charge in, saw the floor full of Nun Corpses; some faces turned pale.

Yet some recited the liturgy even louder, attempting to use the power of Soul Faith to repel these Chaos minions.

No use.

Phelps couldn't even be bothered to speak another word to them.

The slaughter began.