With a teeth-grating screech of metal and a dull roar, the situation on the battlefield changed.
It was an unstoppable tide of filth. The Death Guard First Company, an elite force composed entirely of ten-thousand-year veterans, smashed like a bulldozer into the first defensive line the Death Seekers players had just established, with Typhus personally leading the charge.
There were no elaborate tactics, only pure violence and crushing weight. Clad in Corrupted Terminator Armour, the plague marines ignored the concentrated lasgun fire. Every shot from their bolters and sweep of their power scythes sent flesh and severed limbs flying.
In mere minutes, the main position's first defensive line fell. Green poison fog and swarms of flies instantly filled the trenches.
Trevor, who had been circling overhead, immediately noticed.
"Just as Herbert predicted."
Trevor narrowed his eyes slightly. Through his golden psychic vision, he could clearly see the densest, most evil mass of black-green radiance—Typhus.
According to the Lord Inquisitor's projections, Typhus was suspicious by nature yet extremely arrogant. He would not commit his entire army before gauging the enemy's strength, but neither would he accept leaving empty-handed. That was why he had deployed his strongest openly known force—the First Company's elites—for a "reconnaissance in force." As for the trump cards hidden in the shadows, or the cannon fodder unworthy of participating in a battle at this level, none of them were here.
"According to the strategic plan, I have to engage immediately."
Trevor took a deep breath and quickly ran through the script in his mind. I can't look too strong—if I look capable of crushing them easily, that old fox Typhus will bolt immediately, potentially wrecking everything that follows. But I can't look too weak either, or he'll suspect I'm luring him deeper...
This would really put his acting