Every step forward towards the shield generator was soaked in the blood of the loyalists and tempered by their will.
A Terminator was hit by several streams of strong acid pus from a sudden concentrated fire on his flank; his thick shoulder plate let out a wailing'sizzle' under the intense corrosion, rapidly thinning and perforating, as poisonous yellow-green vapor hissed and seeped into the joint gaps.
But his iron will was not corroded; instead, he let out an even more furious roar, plunging his high-speed rotating Chainsword fiercely into the bloated, pus-oozing abdomen of a Plague Warrior who had seized the opportunity to pounce!
The high-speed saw teeth churned wildly, splattering foul blood and minced flesh, until the Chainsword' power system let out its final mournful wail under the acid's erosion, completely failing.
Only then was he forcibly dragged back to a relatively safe area under the cover of his brothers' crossfire.
No one hesitated, no one retreated.
They tore apart the defiant with Chainsword, answered blasphemous howls with the roar of their Bolter, endured vile attacks with their heavy armor, and crushed all obstacles with their iron will.
There was only one goal—that shield generator pulsating with ominous green light.
Kasim's roar, like a thunderclap, exploded in the Terminator squad's internal communication channel: "For the Emperor! For the Primarch! The target is right ahead! Plant the Thermo-meltdown bomb! Destroy that source of blasphemy!"
Several Terminators, like the most precise machines, advanced steadily, enduring sporadic corrosive projectiles and the scratching of the walking dead.
They accurately and firmly affixed the immensely powerful Thermo-meltdown bomb, like a brand, onto the massive, pulsating core structure of the shield generator, which was covered in thick scabs and writhing, thick blood vessels.
Crimson countdown numbers lit up coldly, like a declaration of death.
At the very same moment, deep within the tower where the shield generator was located, the Thermo-meltdown bomb's destructive energy erupted like a miniature sun; ten-thousand-degree high temperatures instantly melted and vaporized the massive core structure, and blinding white light consumed everything.
The beams supporting the tower, made of corrupted metal and overgrown bone, twisted and broke in the high heat, emitting a grating groan, and the entire tower collapsed inward with a deafening roar, turning into a ruin of spewing flames and toxic smoke, flowing with molten metal.
The oily, tough green light shield covering the fortress shattered like a broken glass dome, flickering violently before completely disintegrating and dissipating.
Meanwhile, deep within the fortress's pus hall, the core runes of the blasphemous magic circle, which had been bombarded by the combined efforts of the Librarian squad, let out a soul-piercing shriek amidst blinding golden psychic flashes; the bones forming the circle snapped inch by inch into dust, the glowing plague runes instantly dimmed and shattered into ash, and the boiling pus pool suddenly collapsed, churning and settling.
The energy flow maintaining the sorcerous shield was forcibly cut off, and a powerful psychic backlash shockwave, like an invisible heavy hammer, violently spread, knocking the remaining Nurgle sorcerers flying backward, their bloated bodies erupting with even more foul sores.
Two earth-shattering roars, one real and one ethereal, almost overlapped, violently tearing at the structure of the entire Purulent Fortress!
The last two layers of barriers enveloping the Purulent Fortress from above, the sturdy planetary-grade physical shield and the distorted Chaos sorcerous force field, were simultaneously and completely torn to shreds by the Ash Knights' precisely synchronized lethal strikes from inside and out!
Inside the Purulent Hall, the sudden disappearance of the sorcerous shield caused Grotesque's foul psychic connection to abruptly falter, and the buzzing cloud of plague flies surrounding it also experienced a brief moment of confusion.
This fatal energy fluctuation was crystal clear in Hathor's molten-gold sharp gaze.
"A chance!" Cold killing intent erupted in her chest.
The Horuss Claw swiftly lunged upwards at an extremely tricky angle, its adamantium blade claws fiercely striking the hilt of Grotesque's plague scythe, which had been delayed by half a second due to the psychic fluctuation; the immense force knocked the scythe aside, exposing the demon lord's previously torn chest wound, which had not yet been fully covered by decaying flesh.
Almost simultaneously with the blade claw's block, the Storm Bolter at her wrist instantly spat out a deadly tongue of flame!
A burst of high-explosive armor-piercing rounds precisely drilled deep into that gaping wound! Splish! Splish! Splish—Boom!!! The warheads violently exploded within Grotesque's decaying chest cavity, splattering putrid, viscous tissue fluid, shattered bone fragments, and dark green evil energy pus mixed with internal organ fragments!
Grotesque let out a shriek mixed with agony and rage, his colossal body reeling backward from the internal explosion's impact, his movements completely unbalanced.
Hathor did not pause for a moment; the terrifying Primarch-level power throughout her body transferred through her spine to her arm, all poured into her tightly gripped World Breaker!
The ethereal blue disintegration field enveloping the Warhammer's surface was instantly compressed to its limit, emitting a high-pitched, ear-piercing shriek and hum.
The next moment, this massive Warhammer, symbolizing destruction, tore through the foul air with a supersonic trajectory, carrying the absolute power to crush mountains, and struck with unparalleled precision at the very center of Grotesque's enormous head, which was covered in a twisted, horned helmet!
Bang—Crack—Splish!!! A terrifying explosion so muffled it made the entire hall's foundation tremble!
That seemingly sturdy horned helmet, along with the already decayed demon skull beneath it, instantly exploded and shattered as if struck head-on by a ten-thousand-ton press!
Putrid brain matter mixture, sharp bone fragments, decaying tissue fragments, mixed with dark green, shimmering evil energy pus, violently splattered radially!
The foul ichor splashed onto the walls, floor, and the blasphemous altar within a dozens-meter radius, making sizzling corrosive sounds.
Grotesque's massive, headless remains twitched violently a few times, then crashed forward with immense momentum, slamming heavily onto the cracked, decaying flesh floor, splashing large pools of pus and blood.
Then this vile creation rapidly disintegrated and dissolved, turning into swirling yellow-green smoke and foul-smelling residue, finally completely dissipating back into the abyss of the Warp.
"Roar—!!!" The instantaneous demise of its ally made the Great Unclean One, Kugag, let out a deafening roar, filled with endless rage and malice!
Its mountain-like bloated body erupted with astonishing speed utterly disproportionate to its size; its massive Plague Sword, imbued with vile power capable of corrupting continents, tore through the air with a piercing shriek, sweeping horizontally towards Hathor, who had just delivered the fatal blow and seemed to be in a brief moment of power recovery!
Hathor's eyes were as sharp as blades; facing this destructive sweep, she had no intention of taking it head-on.
The Primarch's extraordinary reflexes and muscles instantly erupted; she abruptly performed an extreme tactical roll to the side and back, the servo-systems of her master-crafted Terminator armor emitting a shrill hum to aid her evasion!
"Rumble—!!!" The massive Plague Sword, carrying ten thousand tons of force, fiercely struck the spot where she had just stood, splitting the solid corrupted ground open into a massive, bottomless crack, its edges oozing with vile energy and strong acid pus!
Splashing corrosive pus splattered onto the back of the Terminator armor along Hathor's rolling path, making'sizzling' sounds and leaving mottled corrosive marks.
As Hathor just stabilized herself, Kugag's massive, rusted, and barbed iron hook claw whistled in from another tricky angle, bringing with it a fishy wind!
She let out a low cry, twisted her body, and swung the World Breaker to block.
"Clang—!!!" A thunderous clang, like a super-heavy forge hammer striking an anvil, reverberated!
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