"The armed forces sent by Greywind to rescue the remnants of the Iron Hand have also been infected by the Scrap Code Virus, and a Breaker Blade-class battlecruiser has been forced to self-destruct."

Stepping on the terracotta earth of the Sadistic Demon Domain with both feet, Russell's expression became solemn: "The waste code virus has been 'evolved' to a certain extent, and the virus code that used to only infect the machinery of this universe can now also invade our system. The probability that the wild code will naturally mutate this result is extremely low, and this is a weapon that some sinister guy who didn't show up developed specifically against us. ”

Who is this person?

Russell guessed that it was Washtor, or Tzeentch, or maybe some extremely radical group of the Dark Automatonus?

As Russell pondered, the four infected battleships had drifted into the orbit of the giant sarcoma, and suspicious subspace disturbances came from the central Emperor-class battleship.

Russell, who was far away in the supreme heaven, could not really see the situation inside the battleship, but the human landing force that had just jumped into the ship could rely on the perception of the psionic Yu Spirit Banshee in the team to determine that the source of this strange disturbance came from the depths of the belly of the Emperor-class battleship, where the subspace engine was installed.

- The Jumping Gang sent by Greywind to rescue the remnants of the Iron Hand was not completely wiped out, in the first wave of the Scrap Code Virus, the mechanics wearing full mobile armor were the first to die, while the Spirit Banshees who did not carry any auxiliary AI in the Spirit Bone Armor were not affected by the Scrap Code Virus.

The Banshees quickly destroyed all autonomic machines and processors of any nature in the team at the same time as the mechanic died, physically eliminating the vectors further infected by the virus, and surviving a small number of human psionics and purely mechanical hot-melt weapons.

- Due to the huge lethality of hot melt weapons, the hot melt weapons produced by the Truth Order military industry are not equipped with functions such as AI-assisted aiming, and even the trigger is locked by physical means, this ancient security mechanism inherited from the era of World War I is called 'insurance', since ancient humans created the first backloading firearms on the earth, physical insurance has been a trusted means of safety and security for humans.

Our faithful and trusty ancient safety plugs far outperform the backward and uncontrollable dangerous electronic AI, and in the face of the virus, the hot melt launcher with physical safety has become the only weapon that survivors can rely on.

On the way to escape from the continuous pursuit of the shipborne artillery infected by the waste code virus, the human soldiers hid in the middle of the cabin with the individual hot melt launcher, and counterattacked at the right time, while vowing in their hearts: If they can get out alive, they must promote the loyalty and reliability of the hot melt to everyone in the federal army, and the auxiliary AI automatic overheating warning of the plasma weapon is a shit!

If it's a gentleman, use hot melting!

"The subspace disturbance from the engine room is getting stronger, but the spectrum of psionic energy it emits is very chaotic, it is not the spectrum produced by the normal operation of the subspace engines of the Imperial ships, but something else." The psyker in the team, 'La', closed his eyes and said, "The ship's subspace engine has been modified with pollution and desecration, and the soul of the machine has completely degenerated. ”

The soldier crouched next to La, with his gun in both hands, stretched the spout of the hot melt ejector out of cover, and shot a stream of hot subatoms into the rear without aiming at all.

This is an ancient shooting technique inherited from the ancient Terra Earth Age, known as the sacred 'African Pressure Gun', which can effectively reduce the probability of being hit when shooting yourself.

While Africa pressed the gun, the soldier said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, anyone can see that this ship is polluted by chaos, what we need to know is what the subspace engine of this ship has been transformed into, and how to escape." ”

With any computing and data storage capabilities on their bodies destroyed, they now lost even a scan of the ship's structure, and could only wander around the cabin like headless flies, hiding from the fallen mech.

"It's an ultra-long-range subspatial positioning and teleportation device, and its principle is similar to the 'Tuchucha' engine carried by the Mother of Torture, and it's a clumsy imitation made by someone based on ancient sage technology." La said softly, "But even if it is an imitation, it is enough to open a large portal similar to a network gate in the body of this battleship, and a large number of troops will be directly transported here." ”

As they spoke, a rapid dripping sound suddenly sounded from a large circuit integrator in the bunker next to them, and everyone had to immediately change positions, and on the way, several more people died in the indiscriminate bombardment of the ship's artillery fire.

The remaining soldiers did not know that the large force had withdrawn, and they pinned their hopes on the support of the mothership if they continued to fight stubbornly, which was the biggest motivation for everyone to hold on to this day.

The remnants of the few hundred people of the jumping gang escaped all the way through the cabin, dragging the heavy armor of the system's paralysis through one deadly corridor after another, without the blessing of the gods or the help of any external force in the process, the only thing they could rely on was the hot melt spray gun in their hands and their own unyielding will, the new youth of the Human Federation had long been accustomed to believing in themselves in adversity, rather than worshipping the emperor.

On their way out, they encounter the last surviving Iron Hand Space Marines from the battleship.

There were only 2.5 Iron Hand warriors who survived, as one of them was half-paralyzed, and the Waste Code Virus infected the prosthetic and contemplative processors installed on his body, and after Ferus Manus's macho heir removed the dangerous implanted prosthetics on his body with his bare hands, he was only about half of his body left.

From the mouths of the survivors of the Iron Hand, the remnants of the Jumping Gang learned the full story of what had happened to them:

The Iron Hand had killed a giant creature known as the Poison Saint many years ago, whose corpse was imbued with highly toxic radiation, and the Iron Hand and the Mechanics sealed it in isolation in Medusa's giant static force field.

After Nurgle's death, the remaining Nurgle's followers gathered to form an extremist group called the Plague Apostles.

The Plague Apostle twice attacked the Iron Hand's home planet, Medusa, with the intention of snatching the sealed body of the Poison Saint, but both attacks were repelled by the Iron Hand's formidable firepower and impregnable defenses.

However, in the third attack, the Plague Apostle was aided by the renegade legion 'Iron Warriors', and the original Perturabo himself appeared on the battlefield and launched a large-scale invasion of Medusa.

The Iron Hand swore to the skull of Ferus Manus that he would defend his home planet under the onslaught of chaos and defend the glory of the Father of Genes from the shameful traitors, but no matter how perfect Medusa's defense system and firepower were, they would face an opponent who would be a primordial.

A god of war created by the Emperor of Mankind himself.

Perturabo broke the defenses of the Iron Hand as he spread the Waste Code Virus in Medusa's orbit, and the once sturdy and reliable mechanical artifact was crushed by a new virus that had evolved, and Ferus Manus's hometown was reduced to a sea of fire.

"We failed to keep the glory of the Father of Genes, nor did we protect our home planet......" "Jotun, a veteran of the Iron Hand with only half of his body left, is frustrated.

While the survivors of the Iron Hand tell the remnants of the Jumping Gang about what happened to their home planet, the engine room of the Emperor-class battleship continues to run a subspace engine corrupted by unknown energy, and a fake and shoddy beggar's version of the 'network gate' is opened.

Perturabo and his Iron Warriors stepped out of it.

The Apostle of the Plague, who believed in the Father, groveled beside the Primordial and said flatteringly, "Thanks to the Primordial Lord's majesty, we were able to obtain one of the many artifacts needed to resurrect the Father. ”

"Now that the 'Poison Saint's Throat' has arrived, as long as you gain the Infinite Root again, you will have obtained 2 of the 3 materials for forging the flesh for your loving father, and I hope you will work hard......"

Dismissive of the Plague Apostle's sycophancy, Perturabo strode out of the subspace portal, the Iron Warrior's iron hooves stomped into the orbit of Oregon, which had turned into a twisted sarcoma.

(End of chapter)