The Arrival of the Nurgle Daemonic Legion

Goliath Hive City, having endured the orbital bombardment, billowed with thick, black smoke.

Collapsed towers and statues were visible everywhere.

Bright flames dyed the sky a fiery red.

The ruins of the city were filled with a hail of bullets.

Torrents of bullets converged into iron serpents, coiling into the air.

Straight beams of energy flashed and vanished in an instant.

In the atmosphere, fighter jets were locked in a chaotic dogfight.

The scorching beams fired from their respective weapons painted short-lived, nameless, shining constellations.

"For the Emperor, charge!"

"Take Goliath Hive City at any cost!"

Colonel Griffin shouted, urging his soldiers to charge.

The soldiers held their Lasguns, advancing toward the Rebels' defensive line while relying on the Leman Russ Tanks.

The heavy tanks rumbled forward, their tracks crushing the rubble along the way.

The sturdy armored hulls smashed through the charred remains of buildings.

The Leman Russ Tank is the main battle tank of the Astra Militarum of the Imperium.

It is famous for its Toughness and its belligerent Machine Spirit.

It can withstand a storm of enemy fire during battle.

The turret is versatile and can be fitted with a range of different weapon systems.

This includes devastating anti-infantry weapons, the Punisher Gatling Cannon, and high-penetration anti-tank cannons.

As Colonel Griffin's troops crossed the outer walls of Goliath Hive City and entered the rubble-filled streets.

The Rebels suddenly emerged from both sides, firing at the advancing Imperial soldiers.

Dense bullets and lasers poured down like rain.

They landed on the tanks' armor and shields, sending ripples across their surfaces.

Imperial soldiers ducked into cover or relied on the tanks to launch a counterattack.

Both sides erupted into fierce combat, locked in an inseparable struggle.

The Leman Russ Tank turned its muzzle, aiming at the Rebels' heavy fire units.

Boom!

The bunker housing the Rebels' heavy firepower exploded, and thick concrete slabs shattered into fragments.

They scattered across the ground, mixed with charred flesh.

Then came the second, and the third.

Every shot was incredibly precise.

Relying on its own advantages, the Leman Russ Tank easily blasted away the enemy's fire points.

Having lost their firepower advantage, the Rebels were quickly pushed back by the Imperial soldiers.

"Fill the gaps, fill the gaps!"

Griffin shouted, signaling the soldiers behind to fill the gaps and continue the advance.

In his eyes, human lives had become cold numbers.

He did not care at all about how many soldiers were sacrificed.

The only thing he cared about was the mission objective of capturing Goliath Hive City.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Little Fatty, operating the Heavy Tomorrow Mark III Exoskeleton Armor, led his teammates to launch an attack.

"Feel the wrath of the Omnissiah!"

Relying on their superior defense and firepower, they quickly punched through the Rebels' defensive line.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The multi-barreled Bolter roared, and every Rebel soldier hit was blown into shreds of meat.

A few Rebel soldiers tried to get close to fire.

Little Fatty activated the circular saw of his Exoskeleton Armor, cutting them into pieces.

"Cough! Cough!"

A Rebel soldier's chest was shattered.

But he was not dead yet, coughing up blood as he lay on the charred battlefield.

Little Fatty peered at him through the observation camera of his Exoskeleton Armor.

The rebel soldier was not old, looking to be only in his twenties.

His skin was frighteningly pale, and his pupils were completely pitch-black, eerie and evil.

A bloody Chaos symbol was carved into his face.

"Minions of the Corpse Emperor, you will be dragged into hell."

The soldier spat blood as he uttered his vicious curse.

"Then you go first."

The mechanical limb of the Exoskeleton Armor lifted, then slammed down violently, crushing the rebel soldier's head into pulp.

"Hey, I actually leveled up."

Little Fatty sounded pleasantly surprised.

"I even unlocked a new skill, Humanoid Vehicle Machine Spirit Affinity, which makes it easier to gain the approval of machine spirits."

"Machine Spirit Affinity?"

"If you level up a few more times, will you be able to steal ammo from the Warp for us?"

Spiky Hair, standing to Little Fatty's right, spoke in surprise.

"How can you call it stealing when the Machine Spirit is overjoyed!!" said Brother of the September Ninth Remembrance Chapter.

Spiky Hair killed a rebel soldier and turned to look at the Griffin troops charging toward the enemy defensive line.

"I have to say, these NPCs are fighting fiercely."

"The Great Devourer hasn't arrived yet, so the Genestealers are bound to be both loyal and fierce."

As a veteran player, Little Fatty knew from the start that the regiments chosen as vanguard forces were all Genestealer cults.

"Orks die for the regime, Genestealers guard the gates; that's the Warhammer experience. I can only say 666."

"These are all hybrids; there's a group of purebloods in Tyreen Hive City. After this battle, we'll have to go back to Tyreen and fight another one."

"The Guide still wants to fight Genestealers?"

"Duh, those guys have such terrifying corruption abilities. If we don't deal with them early, they'll be a huge problem sooner or later."

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Little Fatty and the other players communicated through the Exoskeleton Armor squad channel.

The Genestealer soldiers could not hear them.

Even if they could hear the players' conversation, it would just be noise to them, and they wouldn't have a clue what was being discussed.

Under the charge of the players and the Genestealers, the rebel defensive line fell one after another, showing faint signs of a total collapse.

"These guys are fighting so hard, we can't stop them at all."

Svid looked at the soldiers around him who were frantically calling for reinforcements, his expression growing increasingly ugly.

These loyalists were too fierce; there was no stopping them.

He scratched his sparse hair in distress.

He tore them off along with his rotting Scalp.

"Go ask those damn sorcerers how the ritual is coming along."

"Tell them we're about to lose our position."

The rebel soldier who received the order had just stepped out of the command post.

A crystal-like Aether Shard flew over and instantly pierced through his head.

Other rebel soldiers were also pierced one after another, their heads exploding instantly.

Seeing this, Svid turned deathly pale. Realizing the enemy was close, he thought about fleeing first.

Just as he ran out of the command post, he saw Imperial soldiers in Exoskeleton Armor surrounding the command post from all sides.

Realizing there was no hope of escape, Svid fell into despair.

"Whoever captures the rebel leader gets a reward of a hundred gold and the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households. Charge, brothers!"

"Damn it, Twisted Man, have you been watching too much Chu-Han Contention!!"

"Stop talking nonsense, flank them! Don't let the big fish get away."

The assault squad composed of veteran players like Ten-Timer and Twisted Man was the fastest.

They tore through the enemy's defensive line and headed straight for the enemy command post.

"Explosions are an art, and exploding heads are the art of arts."

Psionic energy surged in Ten-Timer's hands.

As he clenched his fist, the heads of the rebel soldiers in the distance, who were firing their rifles, exploded like watermelons.

The soldiers around Svid were shot down one by one.

In the end, he was surrounded by the players.

But he did not surrender, choosing instead to fight until his very last breath.

In the end, a bolter round shattered his lower body, leaving him to collapse in a pool of blood.

"What a waste, we couldn't take him alive," Ten-Timer said with a hint of regret.

"You cannot win," Svid said. "Grandfather Nurgle's angels will descend upon this world soon."

With those words, he died.

The players looked at each other, not yet having figured out the truth.

Suddenly, Ten-Timer let out a miserable scream.

Terrifying hallucinations flooded his mind, filled with the shrieking of countless Nurgle daemons.

Then, a golden sun appeared within Ten-Timer's mind.

The horrific visions and the daemon screams vanished instantly.

Recovering, Ten-Timer looked at his teammates and swallowed hard.

"I heard the screams of Nurgle's minions; it seems they are coming."

No sooner had he spoken than a terrifying psychic storm erupted from the depths of Goliath Hive City.

The sky twisted and warped, leaking an eerie, unnatural radiance.

The magnificent spired architecture shifted and flickered, appearing like unstable holographic slides.

The expressions of the players changed instantly.

As veteran fans of Warhammer, they naturally knew what this signified.

It was the omen of a daemon incursion.

"Stop them, and request another round of orbital bombardment from the Guide."

Twisted Man looked toward the depths of the hive city. "If we let the Nurgle daemon army enter the material realm, this planet might be lost."

There might be another chapter coming a bit later.