The Creators: From Night City

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The planet Alarius has millions of mortal soldiers, but only a few thousand Astartes. Most PDF armies hold their ground to the death, and these Astartes are rarely seen.

They will only appear in the most critical and dangerous positions, shouldering the responsibility of turning the tide and saving the day.

In other words, Nelson's encounter with the rare Astartes on his own turf indicates that the level of danger there is skyrocketing.

"Company commander, it seems like we don't have enough new recruits this time," Nelson whispered to his company commander in private.

"It's good enough that there are new recruits. These new recruits were all factory workers not long ago, and most of them have never even touched a gun."

Nelson frowned at the words of the 11th Company Commander, who had a thick beard.

"Have the militia and reserves all been wiped out?"

"The Eighth War Zone, the Ninth War Zone, and the Seventeenth War Zone have already fallen. The Empire is currently engaged in a fierce battle with those disgusting monsters near the 'Century Bridge' in the Twelfth War Zone. Most of its forces have been deployed there, including all the militia and reserves in the vicinity."

"The governor has issued the highest mobilization order for the planet, and everyone on this planet who can take up arms has joined the fight."

"But there are still not enough people. Of course, given this trend, there will never be enough people."

The company commander whispered to his deputy company commander about the war situation he had learned from the war zone command.

Of course, the situation is not optimistic.

Chapter 1044 The Plague War in Progress

These messages are classified information for ordinary soldiers. If they were to become known to the soldiers, they would only cause unrest and would serve no other purpose.

However, for the command level, these valuable new developments in the battle situation may help them make accurate judgments in the upcoming battles.

To prevent accidents from happening to those in the know during the battle, multiple people in the company must be aware of the current battle situation. These are all regulations that have long been stipulated in the training manual.

“Understood,” Nelson blinked, quickly processing the information he had received, then subtly nodded towards the three Ultramarines who were observing the surroundings from their vantage point.

"Company Commander, what's the situation with these three Imperial Angels?"

"The command headquarters issued an order requiring us to unconditionally cooperate with the three adults' follow-up actions."

"Damn it, it seems it's time to go see the Emperor."

"Be careful what you say, Deputy Company Commander. Don't let the three lords hear such frivolous words."

Unfortunately, their supposedly hushed conversation did not escape the notice of the three Ultra Warriors.

With the aid of their armor, their powerful senses were able to detect the faintest sounds within a radius of tens of meters.

"Brother Bell, did you hear the conversation between those two auxiliary officers?" an Ultramariner wearing Mark VIII "Calamity" armor asked a member of the team's think tank.

This is a relatively new type of armor compared to other armors. Its newly added neck guard design provides better protection. Due to its limited production, it is usually issued to veterans and officers first.

So it's quite obvious that the Ultra Warrior who spoke was a veteran.

"Don't laugh at them. I only heard the courage of mortals and their devotion to the emperor in their words," the think tank responded solemnly.

“I had no such intention, brother. I was just trying to help you understand the magnanimity of ordinary people,” the veteran explained.

"found it."

Another scout wearing a Mark VI "Gladiator" powered armor suddenly spoke up.

The Mark VI armor was renowned in the Empire for its excellent stealth capabilities and the crown-shaped communication array on its helmet. As a result, it was often issued to reconnaissance companies, assault squads, or veterans and officers who preferred high-speed mobility and raid tactics.

A think tank member and two veterans—if someone knowledgeable were present, they would immediately recognize that their mission was extremely important.

"where is it?"

The scouts used tactical goggles to mark the location, which was in a large fissure in the ground about 16 kilometers outside the defensive position.

"Let's get started, my two fighting brothers. Sage Sibel is still waiting for our samples."

Soon, Nelson's premonition came true.

His company was temporarily recruited by three Ultra Warriors.

The main terrain of the Seventh War Zone is a mixture of hills and plateaus, with dramatic undulations.

Originally, the surface vegetation of these hills and valleys was not lush, and the rocky terrain and arid climate, coupled with intense sunlight, made the plants here sparse and short.

But at this moment, the hills and valleys are filled with all sorts of strange plants, whose forms and appearances constantly challenge the limits of human endurance.

The enormous plague flowers, as big as trucks, open their buds like man-eating flowers, facing upwards, spewing out large amounts of spores. Dense and robust fungi intertwine with each other, parasitizing various plants and taking root in concrete and rocks, growing vigorously, merging together to form large fungal forests that emit a dark gray light.

As soon as they stepped outside the building, the soldiers of the 11th Company were on tenterhooks.

With their lives already hanging by a thread under the cover of sturdy cover, the group was far from safe from the onslaught of chaos, let alone taking the initiative to venture into these seemingly deadly plague-ridden fields.

Every soldier knew they were charging headlong into death, but no one chose to shirk their mission.

Those who were cowardly had already been dealt with by military law in the previous battles, and everyone knew that the situation for those who stayed behind was no better.

Almost all the veterans on the position had been transferred out, and their main weapons and equipment had been taken away for this mission. All that was left for the new recruits was a small amount of weapon supplies, as well as courage and loyalty.

Given their tactical skills and equipment level, they were simply no match for the enemy's next attack, and their annihilation was only a matter of time.

Everyone knows this, but the Ultramarines still choose to do it.

Empires are forged through sacrifice, and these lives carry a far heavier weight than this battlefield.

A thin, gray fog floated in the air, making visibility outside the fortress extremely low.

These fogs also contained a large number of deadly viruses, so all soldiers had to wear gas masks at all times, which further restricted their vision.

These things are all the work of Mortarion's Plague Fleet.

After the ground war began, the Plague Fleet did not launch large-scale surface bombardment, but instead began to frantically drop "Plague Coffins" onto the surface, which have now exceeded one million.

These coffins released large quantities of carefully cultivated Nurgle plague, which spread throughout the earth's surface.

These plagues permanently altered the Earth's ecology, distorted vegetation, and fostered vast swathes of malevolent crops, poisoning countless citizens of the Empire and continuously shrinking the sphere of influence of the planet's garrison.

At the same time, many plagues and viruses are extremely strange and their effects are very insidious.

Currently, the bio-sages of the Cult of Mechanism have discovered that among the plagues whose effects are clearly defined, there are those that can cause victims to unconsciously fall into a state of ecstasy, willingly embracing the decaying plague from the bottom of their hearts; there are also plagues that can transform flesh and blood into slime, turning it into a breeding ground and nutrients for other plagues and derivative organisms; and there are plagues that can give rise to huge plague flowers and fungal forests, directly changing the entire ecological environment. It can be said that the wilderness of Alarius is gradually being transformed into a living plague garden.

The Ultramarines responsible for reconnaissance roamed ahead of the team, providing intelligence support.

But his work was dispensable; the wilderness had long been occupied by the filthy, twisted creations of Nurgle, leaving the team no room to maneuver.

This wilderness is like a primeval jungle with tangled vines; to move forward, one must use a blade to clear a path.

This is also the duty of the soldiers of the 11th Company.

Soon, a large group of monsters crashed into them.

Plague zombies are unclean creatures that will inevitably exist wherever there is the power of the filthy.

These infected individuals, who are killed by the plague and then resurrected, are virtually unlimited in number, making them perfect cannon fodder to deplete the enemy's ammunition and energy.

Driven by a group of fanatical human cultists who worshipped the benevolent father Negro, they swarmed towards them like flies drawn to flesh and blood.

And within these piles of living, rotting flesh live a large number of Nurgles.

These small demons, who only care about giggling, are the hallmark of Nurgle's power reaching a certain 'concentration'. Although their individual combat strength is not even as good as 'slimes', their sheer numbers are enough for them to easily form a suffocating 'plague wave' that sweeps everything away.

The human empire and the Nurgle forces met here without any further discussion.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one will prevail.

Chapter 1045 Plague Coffin

With death as the stake, the Empire's heroes sacrificed fifteen lives to secure victory in this encounter.

There were no casualties.

The moment the skin is even slightly scratched, the insidious plague will instantly deliver its death sentence.

Nearly half of the dead died because of this, and even after death, they were often finished off by their teammates, leaving no complete corpses.

Death is the cheapest thing here.

The think tank coldly issued the order to "keep moving forward."

Vibrant miasma swirled and settled in the lower-lying mountain valleys.

That place is a paradise for Nurgle demons.

After losing half of their support troops, they finally reached the canyon where their target was located.

This is a fairly large fissure, overgrown with some kind of unidentified flesh-colored moss.

These mosses are difficult to classify as plants. They have a large number of densely packed, barbed, hard, tiny tentacles that can easily scrape off a layer of flesh from the body of any unfortunate creature that steps into them.

The deeper you go into the valley crevice, the thicker the fog becomes.

Soon, they encountered an unknown attack.

A black dragon swept through the mist, stirring up chaos. In the panic, two black tentacles suddenly shot out from the mist, taking away two strong auxiliary soldiers.

Bright laser beams rained down, piercing the fog, while the cunning enemy had already changed positions.

The Ultra Warrior, clad in the Mark VIII "Calamity" armor, suddenly raised his head, and his massive body began to run without warning.

He gripped the tactical knife, which was thicker than a normal person's thigh and weighed tens of kilograms, while running and swung it out suddenly with the help of the huge momentum of his forward charge.

Tentacles have reappeared!

But a gleaming blade appeared in the path of the tentacle attack.

With a slash, flesh and blood are separated.

A sharp, mournful cry rang out.

The think tank's scepter unleashed an invisible shockwave, dispersing the thick fog and revealing a leopard-shaped plague beast hidden within.

Its tail is divided into several segments, covered with barbs, and wriggles slightly.

One of them was cut in two, while the other was held in the hands of the Ultra Warrior.

The power armor's servo motors roared, and the artificial muscle bundles suddenly tightened, engaging in a struggle with the monster.

This Nurgle was clearly quite intelligent; it crouched low, gripping the ground tightly with its limbs, stubbornly maintaining its balance to prevent being pulled away.

If its enemy is only one Astartes, the two sides will inevitably be locked in a stalemate.

Unfortunately, the enemy was operating in groups.

Two precise bombs blasted its head apart, ending the standoff.

Of course, it's just a standoff with it.

In the thick fog, even more Nurgles have arrived.

The battle instantly escalated to an intensity that was almost impossible for ordinary people to withstand.

The auxiliary soldiers were dying constantly, their lives creating opportunities for the Astartes to act.

Ultimately, the Emperor bought the Nurgles from them for 33 'coins'.

By this point, the auxiliary troops had been almost completely wiped out.

However, their deaths also successfully opened a gap for the Astartes to reach their destination.

The dappled sunlight cast long shadows, and the spores and virus particles in the air were already large enough to be seen with the naked eye.

The think tank issued an order to the remaining auxiliary troops to remain in place.

Further ahead lies a territory beyond the reach of ordinary people. Without higher-level sealed armor, they would die within minutes of entering.

Only the Mark armor equipped by the Astartes can survive for a short time in such an environment.

At the same time, the Ultramarines also need these mortal troops to hold this place and block the pursuers behind them. Of course, they will also attract the attention of a large number of nearby enemies.

Though ruthless, it was all for the sake of the human empire.

The two sides quickly separated, and the surviving deputy company commander, Nelson, directed the remaining soldiers to work intensively to build a temporary position.

A rustling sound could already be heard from the dispersing fog.

Soon, a fierce battle broke out.

Muffled groans, screams, beams of light slicing through the air, the deafening roars of explosions, and the shrill laughter of the Nurgles mingled together in this cacophony.

The three Ultra Warriors sprinted ahead, quickly leaving the noise behind.

The ground began to become sticky, and a layer of sticky pus soaked into it.