"If our line of defense on the track has not been broken! So where did they come from! The angry voice of the Imperial Regent reverberated like a thunderous echo in the Great Hall of the City Hall, "Where are our warplanes?" What about anti-aircraft fire? ”

About ten minutes ago, there was a flowery meeting attended by many of the local dignitaries of Parmenho. The entire planet was in flames, but when the Emperor's last loyal heir arrived, they dressed themselves in as much glamor as they could, and came here with the most appropriate smiles and words—whatever the purpose.

Politics. It's hard for Killeman to say he likes it, but he does know how it works. It is necessary.

The meeting had been interrupted about ten minutes earlier by an urgent report from the northern line of Tyros. The plague warriors attacked faster than Kiliman had expected, and gathered more troops than he had expected. He urgently called off the meeting and began to deploy all his forces that had not yet been fully projected to the ground in Pamenio.

He asked the Ultramarines stationed on the front line to hold the line, and immediately deployed more armored forces to support, but at the same time, he also worked out three plans for the collapse of the defense line. He didn't actually believe that front could withstand the ravages of the Demon Titans, but for the sake of the civilians in the city, he had to defend it, even if it was a minute longer.

It takes forty-three minutes for the Titan legions, who have just been deployed on the ground and loyal to him, to reach the battlefield. He had to hold on for these forty-three minutes with the strength at hand.

The good news was that Digris reported to him that the Cathedral of Tyros was supporting the battle line with a long-range fire, so that the northern line of defense could hold for the time being; The bad news is that before he could rejoice in it, something happened again on the southern coast of the city:

Almost without warning, the fungus and moss-covered airborne capsule with a peculiar energy field rained down near the harbor and smashed to the ground as if it were no one.

The storage area of the port had been temporarily requisitioned as an airborne staging area, and there was no shortage of defensive or troop forces, but at this point something almost incomprehensible arose: all anti-aircraft fire mysteriously failed to reach the airborne pods that appeared out of nowhere.

A few seconds later, several Thunderhawk gunboats, which were on a cruising mission, approached to intercept them, solved the mystery - at their own expense. Upon approaching the airborne capsules, whose shape was barely discernible in their original shape, their mechanics were rapidly corroded and decayed in an instant. The fragile barrel could not support the ammunition discharge, and the weapons that should have blown up the enemy were killed in their own bomb bays.

Thunderhawk's mechs roared and wailed as the fireball fell uncontrollably, and one of the relatively intact gunboats roared and slammed into one of the airborne pods, but that only crushed itself in the impact, and did not even affect the trajectory of the airborne pod's fall too much.

The crew fell into the sea just like that. The terrible thing is that even after such a horrific accident that can tear ordinary mortals apart and burn them all, they are still alive. They did die, but they were alive. Even after they fell into the sea, they would follow the order and struggle back to land - but that was not the order of their governor, nor the order of the regent.

Rather, it was Nurgle's command.

After some time, the rescue team will find that there are no survivors in the usual sense of the word. When they opened the fragile rusted hatch, they were greeted only by bloated walking corpses.

The inexplicable appearance of the airborne capsule landed in this unreasonable stubbornness, and their very existence was an unbearable filth. The breeze blowing directly from Nurgle's gardens enveloped them, and the air in the city, which had been clean again under multiple purification measures, was polluted again, and the rancid stench of the disease spread rapidly along the flowing water and the land again.

Then, the seemingly impossible hatches opened their muws as sticky as creatures, but nimbly, spitting out even more filthy presences:

Typhons, and the plague warriors of the First Company of the Death Guard.

Their original countenances had been completely disfigured beyond recognition by filth and lesions, and the armor on their bodies had long since merged with their flesh under the infiltration of subspace energy—perhaps they should be glad about this, otherwise what kind of armor would have been able to accommodate their now pale, bloated, and massive bodies from the repeated torture of disease?

And the most horrible and blasphemous of them all was undoubtedly Typhonse himself. He was alone in the airborne pod, and when the door opened, the roaring cloud of flies and insects from it explained the problem well. Typhons himself emerged from the center of the swarm, larger than the average plague warrior, and therefore armed with an even larger scythe. Ancient Terminator armor also grew on his body, buzzing flies crawling out of the bony tubes that extended from his back almost non-stop, and then spread their wings and took off into the midst of their own kind that were already soaring through the sky.

Swarms of flies swarmed like black clouds to clear their way, and the demonic messengers were not without resistance. The flickering golden light at the edge of the swarm grew stronger and more intense as we moved towards the inner part of the city—the golden light scorched the flies at the very edge, turning them directly into a puff of golden flame, but it was a drop in the bucket. There were always more flies crawling out of the tubular structure behind Typhons, and the swarm of flies was not able to keep up with the rate of increase, and the bringer of the plague buzzed and fluttered its wings towards the defenders of Tyros.

——

In the pulpit hall of the Cathedral of Tyros, the huge statues carved into the walls made a terrifying noise out of thin air. The supernatural pressure caused all the furnishings in the entire space to vibrate, and even the victorious army in the middle of it had to lower their posture to maintain their balance, and the only one who was not affected was Kelya.

"'The Lord of the Plague has taken action himself.'" After the loud noise subsided, Kylia nervously repeated, "That's what 'he' just said. ”

"'Him'." Sicarius, who remained where he was, asked suspiciously, "You mean, the emperor was talking about the loud bang just now?" ”

Kylia nodded, "Through his statue." ”

Such an answer that was too far out of common sense did not convince Sicarius. But just as he was about to ask again, a plain bracelet on Kelia's wrist suddenly beeped out in a way that he hadn't paid much attention to before.

The voice echoed through the empty pulpit hall, as if startling the girl herself. She hurriedly raised her wrist and poked it with her other hand, and a virtual image of Rika Fujimaru immediately appeared above the bracelet. The latter simply omitted all the greetings and asked directly to the point: "What did the emperor say?" I didn't hear it clearly from the clock tower. ”

"He said, 'The Lord of the Plague has taken action himself.'" Kylea hurriedly repeated, "What do I do? ”

"It's okay, you don't have to do anything. Your safe stay in the temple is the greatest help in itself—you're a Pamenio, and your presence has brought the Emperor's psionic energy into a demonstrable connection to the planet's leylines. This is very important in the next strategy, and it's not like you're doing nothing. ”

Rika Fujimaru was so comforted. But after hanging up the communication, she couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Tsk, what the hell is Tzeentch doing, how can he even let the god of plague be idle enough to free his hands." ”

“…… I've always felt, Miss, do you lack a little respect for the Lord of All Changes, even in form? Sevita, who didn't seem to care about the current situation, asked from a tricky angle, "I remember this isn't the first time you've called Him by his first name. Is it true that you don't attract His attention by doing so? ”

"It's just that you don't have to worry about having a lot of debt." Fujimaru Rika skipped the topic indifferently, "The Lord of the Plague personally took action, and there is a high probability that the nature on the battlefield in the rear has changed. Conventional firepower and tactics may not be effective, this is the realm of psionic spells, but even the Space Marine Think Tank may not be able to overcome the power transmitted by a Chaos god himself - Digris, you must tell the regent these things immediately, or I am afraid he will rush straight to the battlefield. ”

"Need fire support?" Arjuna asked at the right time.

"No, Arjuna, you're still focused on supporting the Northern Front. I'm afraid the Demon Titan Legion isn't the Plague Warrior's cards, as Ranmarok told me earlier that the Firewing Warriors had spotted wooden tower-like weapons in the depths of the enemy lines. It's so out of the ordinary that thing appears on the battlefields of this era, and I strongly suspect it has an extraordinary effect - you have to be aware that you may need to deal with this kind of thing at any time. ”

"Understood."

"The location of the harbor has confirmed the enemy shadow." After intervening in the Ultramarine's public channel, Digris reported, "It's the Death Guard Plague Warrior, led by the first company commander, Typhons. ”

"No wonder......" Fujimaru Rika understood something, "The Lord of the Plague has really made a bloody investment this time, they are probably looking forward to a battle between the Chosen - the regent must not be allowed to go to the battlefield, he also has the corresponding qualifications!" ”

"I think I've heard something that isn't quite good. Have you finally abandoned your mind and taken the risk yourself? Miss 'God's Choice'? Sevita asked with a hint of yin and yang, which made Rika Fujimaru turn her gaze to him.

“…… I suddenly had an idea. She had an ordinary attitude, but Sevita somehow suddenly felt a hairy hair on her back. And in the next moment, he found that this premonition came true:

"How about you go to the harbor and wrestle with Typhons?" Rika Fujimaru said with a hint of schadenfreude, "I don't know if you've fought in the past, but—he shouldn't have been able to beat you then, right?" ”

——

"Sister Cecilia."

Amid the deafening sirens of the makeshift infirmary, Asclepius shoved a large bundle of parchment into the arms of the medical nun who was passing by randomly. Then, ignoring the nun herself's confusion and doubts, he continued:

"This is a brief summary of how to deal with psionic illness in the subspace in an emergency manner over the past two days. It also includes all the cases we have encountered so far and how to deal with them, and the actual effect of some therapies needs to be continuously observed and added after they have recovered. ”

“…… I'll help you put it away. Sister Cecilia instinctively replied, confused, "When will you need them again?" ”

"I don't need them. Yes, you need it. Asclepius said, "Put it away, put it in order, make it public, and then correct the mistakes in it, and finish what is not reasonable because it has not yet been adapted to local conditions." The progress of medicine requires not only individual efforts, but also collective exploration. ”

"—But this is a rather large and complex subject, and aren't you, as the initiator, going to continue to coordinate it?"

"No, I'm afraid there is no chance." Asclepius lifted his snake staff and turned to leave, "These two days have been very fulfilling, and you are all very good assistants. There aren't many assistants who can make me even willing to spend my brain energy to remember names. It's a pity that we probably won't see each other again – and even if we do, it's not the same 'me' anymore. ”

Sister Cecilia was overwhelmed by this vague passage: "I don't understand—where are you going, Dr. Asclepius?" ”

Asclepius ignored her confusion, and strode out of the infirmary with his serpent staff. And his form just like that, in the middle of the action, it turned into golden gravel, and the light dissipated into the air.

"House call." He ended up dropping only one word.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

Tzeentch: Playing with the smoke mirrors, don't cue.

(End of chapter)