Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 138 Forced Landing, Swarms of Rotten Corpses

At the end of the note that was both real and illusory, Karl "saw" a deserted warship.

It was the "wreck" of the Glory of Terra, once Tamba's flagship.

And it seems that he is not the only one who received this message.

From the display on his left front side, it can be seen that more and more Thunderhawks are gathering towards this side.

Of course, Karl is also very clear that he doesn't have such a big face.

They are here to join the spearhead troops of the Warmaster, so don't be too sentimental.

He quickly analyzed the landing point ahead in his mind, and soon a "runway" that barely looked like he wouldn't crash himself appeared in his vision.

There is no choice at this moment.

The remaining engines and storage speed no longer support him to find a new forced landing point, and even if forced to land, he can't be too far away from the main force.

This is not a trip.

Besides, knowing the follow-up development, he still needs to take the opportunity to get rid of someone.

Slightly pulled up Lei Ying's nose, this time there is no room for a single mistake.

Fortunately, the forced landing site Karl chose was a "plague swamp", so that at least some small bumps on the ground would not cause the plane to crash or die.

But the downside was that if he couldn't stop the Thunderhawk just at the edge of the swamp, then all they had to wait for was the embrace of a loving father.

A piece of data flashed across his mind.

This seemingly ordinary landing actually took the calculation of designing a battleship.

And it is precisely this kind of calculation simulation, which is extremely precise, that is qualified to be called the legendary operation in the "classic special case of flight".

However, unlike that man of destiny, Karl's forced landing did not have the slightest element of luck.

Because the opposite of luck is uncertainty.

Karl, who didn't have perfect luck, didn't dare to try his luck with the Four Gods.

As the Thunderhawk with broken wings gradually approached the ground, the truth on the Devon satellite was gradually revealed at this moment.

Here is a "trap", a well-designed trap by Chaos.

The Thunderhawk's engine with blue tail flames was roaring in the yellow mist.

A large amount of dust seriously interfered with the operation of the engine.

Even if Karl has artificially locked the power at half, it still cannot maintain a stable output.

And the surrounding visibility was only a few hundred meters, which caused great trouble for Lei Ying who made an emergency landing.

Finally, after some final fine-tuning.

The entire Thunderhawk landed on its belly, dragging a long scratch on the wet swamp.

In the end, under Karl's exquisite control, it stopped perfectly at the edge of the plague swamp.

"Everyone get off the plane immediately, gather first in squads, and form a search formation to investigate the situation!"

That was the roar of the 7th company commander in the communication channel.

After all, if this is not the case, it will be impossible to overshadow the "blasphemy" that fills the communication channel.

The current Thunder Eagle is extremely unstable.

As Karl estimated, at the moment his feet are a "plague swamp".

Fortunately among misfortunes, at least Thunder Eagle's gate wasn't stuck.

Amidst the "sorrow" of the mechanical gears, the door of the back cabin slowly dropped.

In an instant, the yellow mist dispersed in the air of the Devon satellite seeped into the rear compartment.

There is no time to think too much about the situation, the most important thing now is to escape from the scrapped Thunderhawk that is slowly sinking in the "tide".

Fortunately, this swamp is not that scary.

In other words, the horror of this plague tide has not yet been manifested.

With one step, the heavy armored feet under Karl's feet left a deep footprint on the filthy and rotten ground.

All actions seemed so clumsy, the muddy dark green swamp was like the "bottom" of a pot of Nurgle prepared in advance, and a few poisonous bubbles popped out from time to time on its calm surface.

The yellow mist in the air seemed to never dissipate. Even if there were a few gusts of wind blowing by, it was just stirring a few times in Nurgle's thick soup pot.

This is a corrupting world, a world without hope but full of "hope".

Of course, this kind of "hope" can only be experienced by joining the carrion corpses that are approaching Karl and his party in the distance.

Since he didn't join any formation, Karl was temporarily arranged beside Koldwina at this moment.

But it's a pity that he didn't get any weapons except a knife.

Looking up, an extremely fierce battle is going on in the sky.

Many gunboats like his Thunderhawk also encountered the problem of corruption.

But obviously, the unlucky ones on those gunboats were not so lucky.

Just like not everyone can learn "machine soul leg correction", the reason why a legend is called a legend must have its own value.

Hundreds of gunboats of various types disintegrated and exploded in the rotation with sparks, and finally turned into pieces and fell into the muddy swamp.

Of course, compared with those unlucky ones, the lucky ones are still in the majority.

At least in the face of the entire raid in units of [-], this loss is still acceptable in general.

As long as those gunships with Sons of Horus on them are okay, the other consumables are really just literal.

The weight of life is only recorded when he needs to have weight.

At this point, Nurgle seems to be doing better.

At least those rotting corpses that rushed over were definitely not forced.

From a distance, those carrion corpses have already left the "category of human beings".

This separation is not only in appearance, but also in ability.

The surface of the festering dark green skin was covered with pus-like blisters, various cavities were exposed on the incomplete "corpse", and occasionally there were even a few protruding intestines dripping with foul-smelling pus.

And what's even more terrifying is if it's just a scary appearance.

Facing a well-trained Sun Auxiliary Army "phalanx" that can even fight an Astartes, there is definitely no chance of winning.

But if you think this way, you will underestimate the blessing of your loving father.

It was a spell, a witchcraft.

These rotting corpses that walk on the swamp are only the first layer.

If only someone could have experienced the corruption in Temperament, like Karl, and was willing to look down and check the ground.

Then he will discover this horrible fact.

They are physically fighting the corrupted swamps across the surface of Devon's moon.

Whenever the Viletaris stormtroopers swung their power axes and chopped off the head of a carrion, a "new factory" carrion would struggle to crawl out of the swamp before they could see it. .

In their eyes, the muddy swamp is nothing more than flat land, and the tough armor is useless under the claws of horrible witchcraft corruption.

They are endless, want nothing, and fear nothing.

And where the Viletaris stormtroopers couldn't notice, the carrion corpses that had been beheaded by them before were slowly sinking into the swamp under their feet.

"Headshot" can kill carrion corpses is just a misleading, a kind of drinking poison to quench thirst.

Because the more you tease them, the more they want to come and play with you.

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(End of this chapter)