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The Longest Short Bus. Chapter 39
🕑 Added 2024-07-18 09:11:09 +0000 UTCThe rest of the day swiftly passed by as I only set the Glimmer Printers to make some extra plasma grenades with how we were going to be in very tight quarters where we were going.
With Barghest and the rest of the enhanced Ogryns taking point with their power armor enhanced with energy shields and holy glyphs to protect them from daemonic shit. I was confident in our approach.
Ecris, and the other more talented and skilled snipers of the super-solider Guardsmen were on elite killing duty. And the Sisters of Battle were serving just behind the Ogryn in pushing at the front.
With the squads of men and women ready for our next eradication expedition, I gave them a small speech to remind them of our task. "Ladies and gentlemen. Before us lies a spot of utter filth, utter heresy and abominable evil! We will go upon the blighted hab block and we will cleanse the area of all life!"
The Hab Block had literally been infected via Nurgle's Rot... I was going to quite literally bring out the heavy flamers and scorch the entire fucking place with holy napalm and then nuke the structure to collapse it with atomic fire.
Entire worlds had been rendered into atmosphere-less rock for finding Nurgle's Rot which was a very specific daemonic disease that turned the infected into Poxwalkers and then allowed those Poxwalkers, to be turned into Plaguebearer demons.
Which... Was fucking insane in this universe. As none of the other three Warp Gods had such an easy way of allowing their demons into the world. They had to be summoned, invited, and otherwise drawn into the material world.
'Honestly, I am surprised Inquisitor Grendel hasn't called for this world to face Exterminatus with how Nurgle's Rot has been found here. Maybe the tanks made here are worth more then I expect.' I mused as my Ogryn's slammed their gravity maces onto their holy glyph-covered Vibranium shields with a roar.
"Move out!" I ordered with myself falling into the line of soldiers moving in small trains with myself being at the front behind the Sisters as I had upgraded my Suros Regime with holy glyphs and a target finder that synched up to my Crysis Suit.
We quickly made our way out of our heavily fortified base of the Geothermal Plant and we entered the Hive Cities winding streets after we took an elevator and before long... It was like I was a soldier touring a very hostile foreign city.
Potshots from windows rained down on us from the lesser hab towers like the one I landed within at the start of my adventure in this world.
And in response Ecris and the other snipers would use their thermal scopes to pick out targets and would slay dozens of people hanging out of their windows.
Thankfully we all had energy shields to go along with our power armor so potshots from slug throwers and las rifles weren't as much of a threat.
And without too much event besides dealing with a large crowd of like three or four hundred Poxwalkers we had to mow down and burn with the heavy flamers. There weren't any major hiccups until we got to the major Habblock.
The walls, the ground, and even the fucking ceiling within the Habblock had been... Warped.
Sticky sounds rang out as each step of our boots ripped up the gunky flesh that covered all the walls with our vision being obscured by clouds of thick flies and humid smog that I could taste from within my completely fucking sealed suit.
"Flamer's burn fucking everything," I ordered bluntly with the flame brigade behind the spearhead of our formation rushing forward a loud hiss rang out as the white-hot flames rushed out of their heavy flamers and I could hear the FLESH squeaking, popping, and crying as it was coated in holy burning Promethean flames.
A scream rang out from deeper inside the Hab Block with the building shaking which confirmed my fear... The entire building itself had been converted into a daemonic manifestation which allowed Nurgle's Rot to run unimpeded by the material world's natural rejection of the Warp.
A droning hymn filled my ears... And I found see the Sister's of Battle tense as the Custodian announced dully. "Tallymen... The Plaguebearers are here, remember they are always in groups of seven."
The swirling tides of flies and insects thickened as forms stumbled at a slower pace through the flames and I wanted to wretch from within my suit at the horror that was within my eyes.
The plaguebearers were all of different... Forms of horror but they shared details between themselves.
They all had their flesh rotting off their bodies, their guts and organs hung from within their often torn open chest cavities which had vile oversized insects flying in and out of the cavities.
And they all had a single dull cyclops-like eye that was locked onto our forms as they dully spoke the names and counted deamonic diseases and poxes of Nurgle.
A loud crack rang out with a blinding lance of green plasma rushing over our heads as Ecris jumped atop one of the Ogryns and used him as a lookout point to make one of the Plaguebearers head's explode.
"For the Emperor!" I roared as I flared out with my power filling the Holy Greatsword I had made from my own bones with the golden light from the sword covering my allies and filling them with a righteous fury and pushing aside the supernatural fear of seeing literal demons.
Well... Pushing aside the fear the 'normal' super soldier guardsmen had. The Sisters of Battle and the Ogryns had no such fear.
Comments
travis btmb
Tftc
Wilson
TFTC! Yeeeesss, Use the Flammenwerfer! Burn them with Holy fire! With the entire building being turned into Nurgle's Rot den, they'll probably encounter an even bigger enemy at the heart of the block. Maybe even a Plague Marine or two!
evilperson41
Looking forward to the next chapter.
