Chapter 602 Happy Puppy

This vitality is completely different from the dying breath of decay. It is more energetic and full of vitality. A burst of natural fragrance began to replace the oppressive and suffocating stench in the field. The rotten sticky flesh began to become solid and rich in moisture, and the rotten skin became smooth and delicious.

The airdrop capsule that followed later witnessed all this in shock. They landed along the gap that Lin Fan broke through and witnessed everything that could be called a miracle under the fully enclosed armor.

Celes exuded a holy golden light, but she knew that all she could do was to dispel the pollution and burn these suffocating gases, but she could never turn decay into life.

"Praise the Emperor! Praise the Chosen One!" The nuns and the Crusades shouted in unison, and their awe and piety for Lin Fan increased thousands of times.

Space Marines from other regiments also fell into the landing area, and Perturabo knew that Lin Fan would use his body to open a safe gap for the troops.

The Lamenters also acquired some interesting habits under Perturabo's training. As soon as they landed, they began to dismember the airdrop pods and assemble them into mobile heavy weapon platforms.

Two living saints, three primarchs, three Space Marines, battle sisters and crusaders, and the Slaanesh demon army outside to contain the power of Nurgle demons. Even if Lin Fan, the subjective subject, is put aside, the imperial power encountered by these Nurgle demons can be regarded as very powerful.

But the Nurgle demons will not surrender under such power. This fruit was picked from the branches of the Nurgle father, and the juice poured on it was also scooped out from the crucible. The demons who received such care from the father would never let this group of unhealthy humans interfere with their work.

"Hey! Brothers! Maybe the father will not blame us, but do you want to see Isha cry?" A Nurgle demon shouted at the top of his voice, his sticky phlegm hanging in his throat and coughing, making his voice sound extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh, Father, I don't want to see Isa cry."

"Yes, I don't want to either."

"Besides, we are civilized people with good qualities. We have taken gardening classes. You all know what is most needed to raise a bubbling rotten flower?"

"It is understanding and love." A Nurgle demon answered.

"Yes, it is understanding and love. We should talk to those unhealthy guys and drive away those immoral guys."

The Nurgle demons grumbled, holding up scraps of copper and iron, trying to find the humans who broke in to ask for an explanation.

"Hey! You are obstructing a family reunion, do you know that?!" Nurgle's clerk sat on a swaying high stool. He shouted at the humans through the trumpet. After not getting any response, he scratched his head in confusion, "Did they not hear, or were they too uneducated?"

"Maybe they are too afraid of birth. We should use some small pets to get closer to them."

"Okay." The clerk nodded, waved his hand, and tens of thousands of happy and curious Nurgle beasts clapped their hands and panted, rushing towards the human position. They opened their hands, shook their tails, and showed endless enthusiasm.

But in the eyes of humans, these things are not that friendly. Even if the cognitive filter of the helmet has smoothed out a lot of the madness in front of them, they still feel suffocated by the horrific scene inside this fruit. If Lin Fan hadn't created a position that mortals could accept, even the Space Marines would feel painful under this desperate suffocation.

Nurgle beasts have soft, sticky and multi-colored bodies like slugs. Their weak webbed feet slap the ground, driving their fat bodies forward. The whip-like tail behind them has a twisted face and leaves a foul-smelling pus. The open mouth drips with poisonous saliva, and the twisting colored hose extends from the back. As the Nurgle beasts breathe, they spit out swarms of flies, yellow-green gas balls, and active liquids that corrode bones and chew flesh.

Many agricultural worlds have reported the appearance of Nurgle beasts. They curiously look at the surrounding farmland vegetation. With their touch and breath, they make an agricultural planet fall into withering paralysis, and then cause several planets to suffer desperate famine.

These amorous and curious creatures stare with interest, ready to release their loving kindness with sticky tongues and tentacles. Mortals cannot tolerate this kind of kindness, and can only use the firepower of fear to make these creatures return to the arms of Nurgle.

"Fire!" Perturabo gave the order, and the heavy firepower platform of the Lamenters vented its anger. The consecrated incineration shells had a faint white halo, resisting the corrosion of Nurgle's power and supporting the normal explosion of these shells.

The flames swept across the front battlefield of the position in an instant, and the flies and gas balls spewed out exploded in the flames and continued to burn deep along the pipes of the Nurgle beasts. Soon, some Nurgle beasts were replaced by a ball of blazing flames inside. They twisted and shook on the ground, making uncomfortable and pitiful sounds. Other Nurgle beasts came to comfort their friends, but they were infected with more flames and turned into a group of corpses that continued to burn and release stench.

Other Nurgle beasts were not strong in spewing gas, but they secreted excessive saliva and mucus to effectively prevent them from being incinerated by the flames. They opened their big hands and got closer and closer to the position.

Perturabo's armor can be both a fully armed war machine and the command node of an entire legion. He is quickly processing the situation on the battlefield and issuing combat orders as quickly as possible.

Who should fire? When should they fire? Where should they fire? These were all calculated clearly by Perturabo. The Weepers and the Third Shark Company felt it the most. They had experienced this way of fighting when they resisted the Flayers in front of the prison gate.

Easy, although for a soldier, this was a contemptuous word for his duties. But the Weepers and the Third Shark Company could only feel this under Perturabo's command. They truly became ruthless weapons. They didn't need to consider anything. As long as the order came, they would pull the trigger and move their feet.

The six-barreled heavy bolter machine gun was roaring beside Hope. The commander suddenly envied the soldiers in his regiment who operated heavy weapons. When had the Weepers ever been so generous and could consume bolter bombs without any worries?

Looking back at Perturabo's cold and taciturn figure, Hope only felt that infinite power was growing in his body.

Jaghatai was stationed on both sides of the position with the Man-eater Shark and the Cinderclaw. He looked at the rain of bullets and felt that he had returned to the good old days of the Great Crusade.

A version of the Nurgle Beast (the style of the old stuff is unique and has a disgusting taste)