In the sixth week, your expedition was about to reach the front lines.
You inadvertently noticed something.
Strange changes had appeared in the environment around the expedition.
Countless rotten, blackened trees lay toppled across the ground, while faintly writhing green vines clung to them and swayed in the wind.
The rain that had fallen not long ago gradually pooled into swamps that gave off a horrifying stench.
The altered roads also made every step difficult for the expedition.
The Leman Russ Tank you were driving could barely cope with the harsh surroundings.
However, the other believers in the expedition gradually suffered increasing casualties.
Some were instantly swallowed by bottomless, foul-smelling swamps.
Others accidentally touched splashes of muddy water from the ground, causing their entire bodies to rot as they suffered a fate worse than death.
Faced with such dire circumstances,
even Confessor of War Mathieu had no choice but to step forward.
For several days in a row, he stood atop the War Train.
He desperately preached sermons to the believers.
He seemed to be trying to use the power of faith to resist the invisible threat of the Plague Legions and soothe the believers' souls.
Perhaps The Emperor truly had shown mercy.
The expedition, despite its grievous losses, somehow made it through the marshlands.
In the seventh week, your expedition entered a wilderness shrouded in thick fog.
The sight before you felt extremely familiar.
Unfortunately, you had no time to think further.
Not long after the expedition entered the wilderness,
countless Plague Zombies and even more powerful Plague Bearers surged forth from the dense fog on all sides.
Compared to Plague Zombies converted on the spot, Plague Bearers were the backbone of the Plague Legions.
At the same time, giggling Nurglings leaped down one after another from the Plague