By the time the Imperial forces were exhausted enough, the god of the plague finally bared his fangs at them.

Led by the Seven Great Impurities, seventy-seven demonic legions were sent to the frontline.

The surging demon tide was so strong that even the earth trembled, and the black-pressed Nurgle flies covered the sky like a storm of death.

All Imperial forces entering the Nurgle Demon Domain could sense the movement, which meant that a great war was coming upon them.

Under the orders of the Sun Lord, the Astral Army troops began to shrink their formations, preparing to set up the arena in the open space they had carved out.

The soldiers in front clenched their weapons and carefully observed the surrounding forest.

As the movement got closer and louder, countless subspace creatures suddenly rushed out of the tumor forest, and pounced on the mortals in front of them who dared to destroy their home.

"The Emperor is on top, fire, hurry up and fire and kill these disgusting things!"

The political commissars of the accompanying army stood at the front of each military formation, and the chainsaw swords in their hands continued to roar because of the operation of the servo motor.

Inspired by the fire, the soldiers pulled the triggers of their weapons and rained ammunition at the onrushing enemy.

The machine guns and barrels of war equipment such as the Riemann Ruth tank, the Thunderhawk gunboat, and the Knight Mecha constantly spewed tongues of fire, providing powerful fire support for the Imperial forces.

The various artillery positions received numerous strike orders in an instant, and Starhawk and Marauder bombers took off from the rear airfields in batches.

Soon, countless cannonballs exploded in the demonic wave, like flowers of flame blooming one after another.

The Emperor's enemies were wiped out in the deadly heat, and the powerful impact shook the stumps and severed arms of nearby enemies.

The forest's fertile surface was soon filled with craters, and the yellow-brown soil was scorched black by the flames.

"Humble worm, my loving father is very unhappy with your offense!"

The backbone of the Nurgle Demon Army, the blight carriers, faced the fierce artillery fire of the Astral Army, and the green flesh was scorched and festered but still advancing, like a living corpse that could not be killed.

With that unscientific patience and vitality, many demons still slaughtered the crowd.

And when they slash those mortals with the weapons in their hands, the curse attached to them will cause their bodies to wither and decay quickly.

A head-on assault on the Imperial position was only part of the Demon Army's counterattack plan, which was followed by multiple sets of combo punches.

The Great Impurities who were in charge of leading the team began to perform various subspace evil spells.

A strange demonic wind blew, and a large number of arms and tentacles grew in the soil of the Imperial position, and attacked the surrounding soldiers.

Although these strange things are not very harmful, they make it difficult for the soldiers to concentrate on the enemy in front of them.

Moreover, their vitality is as tenacious as weeds, and even if they are cut down, they will soon break out of the ground again, causing great trouble to the soldiers.

The next target was the Imperial weapons of war.

The new paint peeled off one after another, and the terracotta alloy underneath began to show rust marks, and the supernatural decaying power continued to erode the holy bodies.

The screeching sound of the originally extremely lubricated mechanical structure due to aging seems to be the mournful sound of the machine soul under the destruction of evil magic.

The failure rate of equipment increases exponentially, until it eventually becomes a pile of completely unusable scrap metal.

The mechanical priests on the side chant binary chants in an effort to save the divine creation of the Messiah.

However, as a result of this forcible action, they themselves were infected, and their mechanical implants were paralyzed.

The transitional transformation of the self had already made it impossible for the mechanical priests to leave the implants, and inevitable death soon followed.

At the end of their lives, the oil guys are surrounded by endless pain, and all they can see is a bunch of red system error pop-ups.

The enemy's counterattack has been planned for a long time, and the offensive launched is extremely rapid, and all fronts of the imperial side are being eaten little by little, like an apple that is gradually rotting.

"Let the Space Marines be on top, and you can't let the position be overwhelmed by the enemy."

Leontus quickly adjusted his deployment according to the changing situation, and the twenty Star Marine warbands that received the order immediately pounced.

Like a shot of heart booster into the human body, the advent of the Emperor Angel greatly encouraged the soldiers who fought bloodily ahead.

The Astral Army rallied around the various Space Marine squads to reorganize their effective resistance under the command of these superhumans.

At the same time, the Spirit Clan's side was not idle.

Under the guidance of the old prophet, the wizards of the Spirit Race gathered lightning bolts and slashed into the air, cutting through the black and oppressive mosquito swarm, and countless Nurgle flies fell like raindrops, and the scene was particularly spectacular.

The Phoenix Lords relied on their skill and courage to take the lead in charging the enemy army. They have a sacred mission on them and cannot be stopped here.

Assault Scorpion and Howling Banshee troops followed, sweeping through the demon hordes ahead with the swift and graceful manner of the Elven Clan.

The allied forces and the sons of Nurgle fought fiercely, and the flames of war swept through half of the Plague Garden.

The harmonious cycle of corruption and rebirth is being broken.

"You will regret coming here, pathetic mortals!"

At this moment, a deep and terrifying voice came, containing unimaginable darkness.

The soldiers looked up at the place where the sound in the air came, and a small unusually black shadow danced wildly there, constantly changing its form.

With the help of high-precision observation instruments, people can see that the shadow is actually composed of countless black mosquitoes, but there is no trace of the person who spoke.

Or maybe the mosquito itself is the one who speaks.

Immediately after, under the gaze of everyone, the black mosquito swarm gradually condensed.

It was as if elementary particles had been constructed under the impetus of some powerful will, forming limbs, torsos, armor, and weapons, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

Eventually, all the mosquitoes were assembled, and a powerful demon prince appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The demon was dressed in a filthy set of green power armor and armed with a terrifying giant scythe.

He wears a hood and a gas mask on his head, making it difficult to see his specific face.

The pair of blood-red eyes revealed deep malice, and the few exposed skins were as pale as paper.

and, most conspicuously, a pair of festering pale fleshy moth wings fluttering back and forth, constantly spreading the extreme intensity of epidemic and despair around them.

Motarian, the Lord of Death, hovers high in the air, announcing his powerful return to the crowd.

(End of chapter)