"It's Chaos Plague."
Veterans are no stranger to this stench that almost penetrates them Power Armour.
This is the power of Nurgle.
"Bo."
The jungle is interspersed with many small quagmire-like sinkholes.
The occasional bubbles release bursts of mist.
It's as if something is breathing inside.
Rotten swarms of flies fly freely in the twisted jungle.
Strange skeletons are scattered everywhere.
This is obviously the aborigine of this Planet.
"Touch!"
A Plague Beast that looked like a mud monster suddenly emerged from a quagmire, and with a strange cry, it moved towards the blind spot of a Scout Company soldier.
Battle-Brother on the side immediately took out his Boltgun and opened fire.
Bolter exploded in Plague Beast's head, and a large amount of corrupt Flesh Fragments splashed around.
The sound of Bolter firing immediately attracted other enemies around it.
A large group of hound-like creatures launched an attack on Scout Squad.
These twisted creatures are nearly one and a half meters tall and have many rotten wounds on their bodies.
The wound was filled with new growths of granulation and twisted bone spurs, and swarms of flies clung to the rotting flesh.
A large number of maggots can be seen squirming through some of the holes in the flesh.
The scene looked extremely disgusting.
White Scars The soldiers quickly formed a defensive formation, Boltgun continued to spit out tongues of fire, and twisted creatures continued to fall under the gunfire, but the number of enemies was too large and they were gradually approaching.
A soldier's Boltgun suddenly jammed. Plague-rich flesh and blood spattered on the Boltgun's shell during the battle and eroded quickly.
A "Plague Hound" took the opportunity to pounce. The soldier quickly drew out the fighting Dagger and stabbed it into the hound's throat, causing green pus and blood to spurt out.
However, this cannot immediately kill the twisted creatures contaminated by the Nurgle plague.
Ceramite's wrapped palm grabbed the head full of bone spurs and pulled it off from the body.
Then he smashed the head hard against the other hound.
With the blessing of the demigod's body and the amazing power of Power Armour, this head full of rotten flesh and bone spurs smashed the opponent into pieces like a cannonball.
After confirming that Bolt Rifle had been scrapped, he had to take out the long knife he carried and engage in close combat.
The tenacious vitality of the plague creature is rapidly consuming the small amount of ammunition Scout Squad has.
However, the movement of Boltgun still attracted the real enemy.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of gunshots sounded from the depths of the twisted jungle.
The overwhelming Bolter enveloped the running plague creature and the White Scars warriors.
More than half of the three Scout Squad were killed in just one raid.
The living people need to face more troublesome problems.
Bolter caused damage on Power Armour.
Two soldiers had issues with their helmet seals.
This may not be an extremely serious problem on an ordinary battlefield.
But the air here is filled with Chaos Plague.
"Boom, boom."
The sound of heavy footsteps came from the depths of the jungle. However, the remaining soldiers felt that their breathing was becoming more and more difficult.
A feeling of weakness that had never appeared before appeared in the body, which was a manifestation of the Nurgle plague corroding his body.
Several Power Armour veterans whose seals were still intact continued to shoot in the direction of the sound.
The system operation of Power Armour became laggy, the scanning of Auspex gradually failed, and the picture in the eyepiece even began to tear.
White Scarss pulled off their helmets, which had become a burden, and then pulled out the long knives from their waists.
However, without the barrier of the helmet, the Nurgle plague invaded even faster.
The heavy footsteps suddenly sped up, and two figures rushed out of the soldiers' blurry vision.
With a flash of light.
Several bearded heads rose into the sky.
There were only two White Scars warriors left on the scene who were now unable to move due to the damage to the Power Armour seal and erosion by the plague.
In a state of confusion, they felt someone holding them easily in their hands.
A burst of pain from a sharp instrument once again gave them a brief moment of clarity.
The huge sickle blade penetrated the abdomens of two White Scars warriors and lifted them onto their weapons.
"Why did the savage and stupid prairie man appear here?"
A dull sound echoed in the plague-filled air.
The two White Scars soldiers also saw the huge figure in front of them clearly.
The thick and huge yellow-green robe was covered with various stains, mildew spots and signs of damage, and a thick and foul-smelling liquid was constantly dripping from the edges.
The surface of the bone armor vaguely exposed under the robe is rough and irregular, with many protrusions and depressions, as if it was pieced together from countless corpses.
The armor is inlaid with some green gems that emit strange light, flashing with evil energy.
The cloak made of tattered strips of cloth floated behind him with a strange gray mist, mixed with withered plants, wriggling maggots and mucus.
The Scythe, which was larger than the other Traitorss around it, immediately made the two White Scars warriors recognize each other's identity.
"Mortarion! You Imperium Traitors, Chaos's lackey!"
Chogoris's Eagle never succumbs to any enemy, even if death is right in front of him.
The deadly plague is spreading from the Scythe that passed through their bodies to the inside of their bodies, and the ones holding the sickles are two Deathshroud.
Perhaps hearing Mortarion being insulted, the two Deathshroud's huge palms shook slightly, and the shining sickle blades immediately cut upwards from the abdomen of the two White Scars warriors over most of their bodies.
The blood spattered from the cracked corpse turned dark green visibly to the naked eye, giving off an aura of decay.
A small piece of strange mushroom immediately burst out from the broken fresh flesh, then grew rapidly, withered, burst, and released spores carrying the disease.
No matter in the past or now, these personal guards loyal to Primarch are so silent.
Mortarion seemed not to expect any information from these two dying prisoners.
Instead, he turned to look at the sky full of plague smoke and dust.
"Sacred Number has appeared. According to Numerology, I will win this time."
Mortarion's eyes flickered, as if there was inexplicable expectation.
Among Warp, Tzeentch Greater Daemon Kairos observed Mortarion through a crack, with sarcastic laughter constantly coming from the bird's mouth.
After waiting for several hours without getting a response, Jaghatai had a bad premonition.
After releasing two batches of Scout Squad without any response, Juba, whose body had completely recovered and became stronger, asked Jaghatai for instructions and wanted to personally lead a team to land on the surface to investigate.