Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Humph, I expected this! Those Chaos bastards who deserve to be chopped into pieces finally show up!"

Perturabo stood with a gloomy face on the extremely broad deck of the Blood of Iron, which was gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

At this moment, he had already learned the news of Chaos pollution, and the anger in his heart was burning.

His cold and ruthless eyes were fixed on the Chaos Demon Army approaching from a distance. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful sneer: "Send a few elite companies to meet the enemy, and activate all the heavy artillery at the same time, and teach these ignorant guys a lesson!"

As for how to deal with Chaos Demons, Perturabo has his own simple, crude, yet extremely effective method - that is to bombard them mercilessly with artillery shells.

If one ton of shells can't destroy them, then use ten tons; if ten tons are not enough? Then use a hundred tons, a thousand tons, or even ten thousand tons!

In short, in the eyes of the legion led by Perturabo, fire support is the simplest and cheapest thing, and they can squander it at will.

Because they only need to accurately lock the enemy's location and then launch a massive and fierce artillery attack.

Such tactics are particularly effective against the disgusting demons of Nurgle.

Through dense and rain-like heavy artillery bombardment and hot and fierce flamethrower sweeps, the Nurgle demons can be easily separated and destroyed one by one.

And the fact is indeed as Perturabo described. When the remaining forces of the Astra Militarum finally begin to gather and skillfully use the heavy artillery in their hands to launch a Jedi counterattack, those arrogant and domineering heretic demons will deeply understand what the indestructible cornerstone of the empire is!

"459th Regiment! 463rd Regiment! And 427th Regiment! Get ready for battle! The first round of artillery fire will begin in 3 minutes!"

Along with the commander's shouting at the top of his lungs, one majestic cannon after another was quickly set up like a steel behemoth.

Dense crowds of Astra Militarum soldiers methodically assembled into neat and tidy formations around the artillery positions. They had resolute faces and sharp eyes, staring intently at the approaching enemy in front of them.

Thousands of giant, earth-shaking cannons raised their thick barrels high up, and the black muzzles were like the mouths of ferocious beasts, coldly and ruthlessly aimed at the sky.

At this moment, countless Nurgle demons were dragging their heavy and slow steps, staggering forward.

They exude a disgusting stench and smell of decay, and leave a mess wherever they pass.

However, in the face of this overwhelming and powerful artillery fire, the camps that were originally as solid as iron were like paper and collapsed one after another under such a fierce attack.

"Fire!"

The commander swung his arm suddenly and issued a shocking order.

Instantly, deafening roars rose and fell, resounding through the sky. Hundreds of thousands of shells were like dense raindrops, pouring out in just a few seconds, smashing down on the target area in an overwhelming manner.

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

A series of earth-shaking noises followed one after another, and the whole earth seemed to tremble.

Countless artillery shells hit the ground accurately, bursting into dazzling flames.

The blazing flames spread like wildfire, and almost in the blink of an eye, countless Nurgle demons and Nurgle zombies were completely swallowed up by the surging sea of ​​fire and disappeared without a trace.

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In the deepest part of the base, thick miasma shrouds the earth and the air is filled with the smell of decay and disease.

The Space Marines of Nurgle gather in a plague-infested wasteland, their armour covered in festering sores and wriggling maggots, with sticky fluid oozing from beneath their feet with every step.

Their leader, a bloated, distorted Plague Lord, holding a scepter covered in rust and rotten flesh, stood in front of an altar made of rotting corpses and twisted bones.

"The time is almost up. Summon him at 7:7:7."

"It's almost time. The Lord of Rotten Intestine is coming."

The Plague Lord raised his rotten head and looked at the altar.

In the center of the altar, a ball of green flame was burning slowly, and countless roundworms could be vaguely seen wriggling in the flame, as if waiting for something.

"almost……"

The Plague Lord slowly walked up to the altar, then raised his scepter high and chanted ancient spells in a low and hoarse voice, which was full of worship for disease and piety to Nurgle.

The surrounding Nurgle Space Marines also echoed it, their voices were like rotten wind, carrying the breath of death.

"Rot from within. Subdue from within. The worms will devour your flesh, and your soul will return to Nurgle the Father."

As the spell progressed, the air around the altar began to distort, and green flames suddenly rose up, forming a huge vortex.

In the vortex, a huge arm covered with pus and roundworms slowly stretched out, followed by another. A huge figure gradually emerged.

That is Grootmar, Lord of Ascaris, the great Nurgle demon in charge of ascariasis, Lord of Rotgut and Lord of Ascaris.

Grootmar rules the realm of ascariasis and intestinal decay.

It is the ruler of an area of ​​the Garden of Nurgle known as the Ascaris Nest, a place filled with endless worms, rotting entrails, and sticky digestive fluids.

Grootmal's existence symbolizes the essence of disease that eats away at life from within. Its power not only causes the bodies of its enemies to rot from within, but also causes their wills to be consumed by endless pain and weakness.

Grootmal's appearance is like a mountain of rotten flesh and worms. Its body is huge and bloated, and its skin is a sickly gray-green color covered with pustules and cracks. Countless roundworms crawl out of these cracks and entangle themselves on its body, forming a layer of wriggling "coat".

Its abdomen was bloated, as if filled with rotten viscera and digestive fluids, and it made a disgusting gurgling sound with every movement.

It spewed out roundworms from its mouth, as if announcing the arrival of disease. Its appearance made the surrounding air more polluted, and even the ground rotted under its feet.

"Praise you, Lord of Rotgut."

The Plague Lord knelt on the ground and offered a sacrifice to the demon - a corpse infested by roundworms.

The demon let out a deep laugh, the sound like rotting wind blowing through dry bones.

It stretched out its huge palm and gently touched the Plague Lord's head, granting him even more powerful plague power.

As the Great Demon descended, the surrounding Space Marines knelt, their bodies began to mutate, and more roundworms emerged from their armor, as if responding to the Great Demon's presence.

"You have done well, Father Nurgle will reward you."

Grootmar smiled as he looked at the many Chaos Space Marines in front of him, and then looked at the Astra Militarum artillery position in the distance.