Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 150 Drake and the Plague of Tears (Single Chapter for Characters)
As one of the few Thunder Eagles that received new orders from the Warmaster amidst the yellow fog and communication interference.

Thunderhawk, where Drake was, turned a corner following the track of the Stormbird where Warmaster was.

In the end, after some crazy turbulence, fortunately they finally landed smoothly.

But what Drake never expected was that this nightmarish orbital airborne was just the beginning of another nightmare.

When he first stepped on the swamp that was emitting poisonous bubbles, he knew that this battle was not that simple.

A pustular, rotting hand wrapped itself around Draco's armored leg the moment he stepped off the Thunderhawk.

The unknown acid flowing from that hand was gradually corroding his armor leg.

Before he had time to think too much, he directly pulled out the chainsaw sword from behind with his backhand, and cut off the corrupted hand in front of him with one sword.

White smoke was still coming out from the damaged part of the armor leg, he knew that the blow just now was definitely a ghost.

But before he could examine it carefully, the hoarse roar that was exclusive to rotting corpses sounded from behind him.

(Oops, too late.)
The muddy swamp severely restricted Drake's movement.

Judging from the roar, the opponent's claws have already been raised at this moment.

Without any hesitation, he bent down and lay down on the swamp.

Hearing the roar of claws behind him, Drake put his life in the hands of his teammates.

Yes, mortals do not have the superhuman physicality of the Astartes.

The reason why they are qualified to follow behind the spearhead of the Warmaster's assault is that apart from the sun-shaped void armor and weapons on their bodies, it is more due to the tacit understanding honed in years of life-and-death battles.

Just when the sharp claw was about to cut through the armor behind Draco, a flash of lightning flashed.

Accompanied by the roar of psychic energy, after a burst of unexplained tremors, the carrion was roasted into a pile of coke.

This is the true connotation of the reason why Drake and his party can be called the Sun Auxiliary Army.

Every square matrix is ​​a whole.

Trust teammates unconditionally and adapt to changes in time.

These simple rules are easier said than done.

And as more and more Sun Auxiliaries jumped off the Thunderhawk.

The originally crumbling defense line was finally filled.

As long as they can see in every direction, these sparse carrion corpses basically won't pose too much threat.

This is the role of "filling the line".

The players fill in the lines for the square formation;
The phalanx fills in the lines for the Sun Auxiliary Army;

The Auxiliary of the Sun fills the line of the Warmaster's Assault spearhead.

It's just that due to the huge changes in the mission environment, all the plans made before have become a piece of waste paper.

But now all they can rely on are the weapons in their own hands and the solid shoulders of the brothers around them.

The Thunderhawk couldn't land on such ground at all.

After hastily throwing down the supplies, the Thunderhawk with sparks on the engine immediately pulled up the nose and quickly left the range of the yellow mist.

Seeing this, Drake knew that he would not be able to get air support in the short term.

And in this case, the artillery of those giant ships in the air is even more useless.

At this distance, whoever dares to fire will most likely be shot dead by the political commissar.

That would accidentally injure the Warmaster!
Quickly found his own position in the phalanx, and Drake began to move with the phalanx.

They must keep up with the Warmaster ahead.

Fortunately, this time, through the occasional lack of communication, he knew that the Warmaster did not rush forward.

That's good news, at least for the time being.

A hoarse roar echoed in the withered forest.

Underneath the scorched and withered trees, there were countless yellow maggots.

From time to time, a few rotting corpses with hoarse roars would crawl out of unknown quagmire around them, and then be burned to ashes by the deflagration gun in Drake's hand.

All targets struck by incendiary weapons burn like fagots in the Emperor's wrath.

And if there are other enemies around him, those unlucky ones will be roasted in one pot.

This is much better than grilling.

This is one of the reasons why Draco likes this powerful heat ray weapon.

With the orderly cooperation of everyone, although there was a deep hole under his feet, the speed of advancement was still within an acceptable range.

But as he walked, Draco discovered the problem.

He bent over and pulled himself out in the foul-smelling swamp.

A chainsword-tipped bolter was drawn by Draco from the dark green swamp.

Seeing this, the communication channel suddenly fell silent.

Looking at the large bolter that can only be used by Astartes, everyone fell into deep thought.

The claw-shaped gap in the middle of the gun body was still stained with dark green pus, which seemed to warn everyone that things were not that simple.

At least the appearance of this gun means that there is a danger ahead that will make it too late for the Astartes to pick up the weapons left by their companions.

"Bogado, have you ever seen this situation?"

Enduring the noisy blasphemy in the communication channel, Draco asked Bogado behind him with a loud voice.

"I haven't seen it, but I have good news here."

"Ok?"

"Those god machines are here to help us!"

Looking in the direction Bogado is pointing at with the psionic wand, huge airborne pods are being dropped one by one.

Those huge airborne pods, the extra-large reverse thrust engines hanging on their backs were roaring in reverse in the yellow mist.

It was a hymn to the god of all machines fighting corruption.

Yes, swamps are not invincible.

After the first wave of Thunderhawk and Stormbird's frustrated communications was sent back to the fleet, the Mechanicus immediately came up with a corresponding solution.

Of course it might be a little misleading to call this a solution, as it was part of the plan after all.

It's just that the trial-and-error message sent back by the troops in front made Mechanicus stop using small vehicles to deliver heads.

Perhaps these swamps could swallow a Leman Ruth tank, some of the smaller warhound titans.

But when facing the real messenger of the God of Myriad Opportunities, even the thick soup specially cooked by Nurgle had to give in a bit.

Those were three transport ships, or three giant gondolas.

The several giant reverse rockets on the pod were already working at full capacity, and the scorching flames they emitted even scorched the entire surface of the swamp below them.

After that, the pod hit the ground heavily.

Even the entire landing point raised dark green "steam" hundreds of meters high.

Mixed with the yellow mist floating in the air, even though Draco has seen the scene many times, he has to sigh again every time he sees the greatness of these machines called gods.

It was these terrifying giants who helped the Emperor violently wipe out countless enemies.

But it's a pity that the support of those god machines has nothing to do with Drake and his party for the time being.

The sharp knife is called a sharp knife because it is different from those handles.

They enjoy the best treatment in the entire auxiliary army, and naturally they have to undertake the most dangerous and important tasks.

But at this moment, it was their task to rush up and join the Warmaster.

"The mission has changed, and we will escort an important imperial official back to the battleship."

It seemed that they had expected the reaction of the crowd.

The Troop Master who issued the order added: "This is an order from the commander of the 7th company."

In an instant, the public opinion that was about to move was directly suppressed by the appearance of the term "7th Company Commander".

Although I don't know why there is an imperial official who needs to be escorted here, as long as it is the order of the 7th company commander, even if they are asked to go to the suicide rear, they will carry it out without complaint.

Because in a sense, each of them owed several lives to the commander of the 7th company.

Of course, the front lines are free to assign people to scoop up imperial officials, which naturally means that the front line has basically been stabilized.

Next, just wait for those God's Machines that are stuck in the mud to slowly drive over and the battle will be over.

All enemies will be wiped out under the roaring anger of the God's Machine.

Drake had seen this script too many times.

This is the optimal solution in the current situation, except that you can't tear apart those traitors who might not exist anymore.

Drake believed that with the wise and calm chief Marrogust around, the decision made by the Warmaster must be correct.

The living are far more important than the dead.

It's far better to wait a few more hours than to lose a lot of brothers.

But when Drake admired the bravery of the Warmaster.

An inexplicable tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye.

Accompanied by a sudden tingling sensation, his vision was stained with a hint of red.

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(End of this chapter)