Although untouchables had strong effects against psykers, especially restraining daemons.
Especially Ejie, who produced stronger effects with wider range than ordinary untouchables.
But ultimately, he couldn't truly run rampant without consequences.
Cannon fodder-level daemons would all fall when he unleashed his overwhelming aura, but daemons weren't all cannon fodder level.
Those daemons capable of harming Astartes couldn't be dispelled through the untouchable field, though it did make their movements like they were heavily drunk and hungover, stumbling around and making them not too difficult to fight.
However, they won through sheer numbers.
The sounds of impacts rang out continuously.
The cockpit window in front of the Thunderhawk gunship had long since become completely obscured.
Currently, it was like a fighter jet crashing head-on into a dense flock of crows with no gaps at all, coating the entire aircraft body with a layer of bloody flesh, transforming it into a flesh-covered war machine.
What was being struck were naturally the daemons with physical bodies. Although they were shattered by machine gun fire, they were still too densely packed, with large chunks of flesh smashing over like this.
Looking carefully inside the Thunderhawk gunship, visible changes were also occurring.
It seemed like time was passing at an alarming rate—everything inside was rusting and corrupting.
Looking closely at the rust, one would discover it seemed to be becoming microorganisms, gradually gaining life, becoming viscous and starting to writhe.
It appeared to be becoming primitive single-celled organisms.
This evolution was also rapid and visible to the naked eye—the rust was reproducing and proliferating, gradually becoming blood-red flesh chunks, spreading bit by bit as if to fill the entire cabin interior.
Just like items left too long would become covered in moss.
At the same time, the Thunderhawk gunship's systems detected abnormal changes in the cabin, with air composition also changing.
It seemed to be performing environmental modification of the interior to make it more suitable for flesh growth.
This was the erosion of power leaking from the warp, seemingly trying to transform this inorganic war machine into organic matter with flesh and blood.
This was still under the suppression of Ejie's untouchable constitution—without suppression, the changes would be faster.
"For the Emperor, for the Empire!" A voice that seemed somewhat hoarse rang out—
Bang—
Gunfire echoed, followed by a body hitting the ground—that was a PDF (Planetary Defense Force) soldier.
As mortals, the closer they got to the warp rift, the more severely warp power corroded them, corrupting both their bodies and minds.
Originally having human appearance, he was now beginning to show changes.
His mind was also changing similarly, becoming violent, craving slaughter, thirsting for blood, wanting to create terror.
Finally, before his mind could fall completely, he shouted like this and shot himself, ending his own life.
This wasn't the first body either.
The remaining uncorrupted Planetary Defense Force picked up ammunition from their fallen comrades and put it on themselves, some of which was provided by Ejie—C4-like explosives used for bunker busting.
Of course, the power definitely wasn't comparable to C4.
One block of this stuff could blast through the thickest armor of a Dreadnought—he used it for excavation and demolition.
If it exploded inside the Thunderhawk gunship, it could accidentally cause a crash, and that was just one block's power.
Currently, they carried over a hundred blocks, emptying most of Ejie's armory.
The purpose of the Planetary Defense Force carrying these was to serve as human bombs.
No one required them to do this—it was their spontaneous behavior.
They knew that in the upcoming slaughter with daemons, their combat power would be negligible, so they would make this final contribution.
Splurt—
The sound of a blade piercing flesh—a Planetary Defense Force member stabbed a dagger into his own leg, using pain to try to stay as alert as possible.
Suddenly, several more gunshots rang out as one of the Salamanders delivered killing shots to several soldiers lying on the ground with non-fatal wounds.
These few couldn't withstand it after Ejie stopped suppressing his untouchable state and fainted directly. They still hadn't awakened and seemed to be having nightmare reactions, obviously being gradually corrupted in their sleep.
Physically, he tried to reduce warp energy's effects on flesh as much as possible. But regarding the mind—or rather the soul—he couldn't help shield that.
Non-untouchables had soul projections in the warp, and being closer to the warp rift probably made their soul projections more obviously discovered by daemons.
Suddenly, sensing something, Ejie made the Thunderhawk gunship perform a barrel roll. With just a millisecond time difference, a metal storm tore through where they had been rolling.
He was naturally the pilot, because he was currently most suitable for piloting while everyone else was somewhat airsick.
"Bearing..."
Immediately reporting the direction, the Astartes controlling the Thunderhawk gunship's weapons unhesitatingly activated them. Warheads glowing orange and trailing elongated light tails tore through masses of flesh like laser beams.
"Boom—"
Obviously hitting the enemy.
Clang!
A loud noise, as if something had struck the Thunderhawk gunship, followed by continuous strange sounds.
Like poorly soundproofed apartment buildings where people were fighting upstairs with abnormally loud commotion, almost feeling like the ceiling would collapse.
The truth was that Salamanders who had somehow moved outside the aircraft were fighting enemies outside.
The enemies were Night Lords Astartes.
The collision sounds, roars, and even cursing from both sides clearly penetrated inside.
Crash!
Another loud noise, the entire Thunderhawk gunship was screaming, and the aircraft body had probably deformed considerably.
Immediately following was an even greater impact force—not another strike, but contact with the ground, heavily embracing the earth.
Like this, it plowed a hundred-meter-deep furrow in the ground before stopping.
Right ahead, less than five kilometers away, there was a strange light source where some device seemed to be operating—that was what needed to be destroyed.
Five kilometers was like an arm's reach for Space Marines, practically right in front of them.
But that was without obstacles.
Now, pairs of light points filled with malice, violence, slaughter, and blood were surrounding them!
Next came slaughter time!
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