I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Chapter 041: Resurrect, my love!!!

"...rotten vines form the network, bones the framework, maggots weave the flesh, and pus forms the scab."

Old eyes, new life, a loving father's gaze; a remnant soul, blooming a flower in rotten soil.

Life and death are intertwined, pain and sorrow are shared; decay and glory are intertwined, alas!

And I offer my two throats to sing of abundance, may the miasma forever be my home…

At the central altar of the Hoffman family castle, Redridge Hoffman stands atop an altar made of bones and demonic organs, chanting a seven-word incantation.

Blasphemous energy surged around the maidservant inside the crystal coffin.

The ancient fortresses that once symbolized steel and honor have now become Nurgle's earthly kingdom.

The surface of the alloy city wall was covered with dark green slime, and the Gothic spires twisted into bizarre antlers, with foul-smelling psionic flames burning at their tops, splashing ominous green light across the land.

Every crack and every crenellation in the castle was writhing, and viscous substances fell to the ground, rapidly expanding and shaping into staggering Nurgles, bloated Plaguebearers, and enormous Nurgle beasts.

The castle's master, the griffin-like man, Reddridge Hoffman, has been transformed beyond recognition by warp fel energy.

The once crisp and close-fitting military uniform was stretched tattered by his bloated body, revealing a body covered in thick fat, ulcers, and constantly oozing pus. His face still vaguely resembled its former features, but it was swollen like dough, revealing a satisfied and joyful smile.

He opened his arms, his pupils reflecting Alice's eternally sleeping face in the coffin, revealing a love twisted to the extreme.

"With the tears of this city, with the lament of this star, let us offer this sacrifice..."

The ceremony reached a crucial moment.

With each blasphemous syllable uttered, the patterns on the altar shone even brighter.

Just then, the Empire's punishment descended.

Thermal melt, plasma, laser cannons, grenade launchers... all transformed into a rain of death.

"Whoosh... Boom!"

"boom…!"

The castle shook violently.

Pus splattered, and rotting flesh blossomed into flowers.

Aldridge kept chanting without even glancing at the screen.

The sporadic firepower was blocked by the psionic shield released by the Chaos Wizard.

Without a command, a dozen blasphemous knights, their armor covered in coral-like bone growths, roared deafeningly and charged toward the oncoming Imperial forces with earth-shaking strides.

"For Catafrax!"

"For the Emperor!"

"Purify these evil spirits!"

Arthur Fisher's aged roar echoed through the Imperial communications channel as his Valanis Knight mech opened fire first, its twin volcanic cannons relentlessly bombarding the blasphemous knight mech charging towards it, its shields raised high.

Lightning-struck gauntlets clashed with Plague Iron Fist, scattering metal and blood fragments.

Beneath the knights' feet, Dejan's troops also clashed with the rebels.

A dense barrage of firepower—bombs, lasers, and flames—sweeped down the rebels like wheat, but more demons surged forward to fill the gaps.

Deyang, as the spearhead, stood at the forefront, his power sword moving like a dragon, slaying hordes of plague-ridden travelers as if autumn winds were sweeping away fallen leaves.

Looking at the team entangled by plague-infested zombies, he knew he had to act quickly.

Despite the exciting mech battles, the threat posed by the Plague Walkers is actually less than that of the Cataphracts.

The viruses carried by these basic units of the Nurgle faction can spread not only through biting, disease, and physical contact, but also through spiritual corruption.

Those with weak willpower can be infected imperceptibly, making them difficult to guard against.

At this moment, a large number of plague zombies are rampaging through the royal city. If they get out of control, the virus will spread like wildfire, like a spark falling into cotton wool, dragging everyone on the planet Katafrax into the warm and humid family of a loving father.

Dejan sensed the urgency and shouted, "Grove!"

Grove, who was carrying a fuel canister and adding sanctified iron, heard the shout and immediately ran over.

"grown ups!"

"You take command, I'll carry out the decapitation." Dejan patted his old friend on the shoulder. Even through the breathing mask, he could imagine that the rugged face beneath it was fearless. "Listen, keep a close eye on the Fisher family knights' movements. If they make any unusual moves, you take your men and retreat immediately. I don't need your backup."

Grove was stunned. He didn't understand why Dejan was emphasizing the Fisher family. He only knew how to blindly carry out orders. He nodded heavily and said, "By the Emperor, I guarantee to complete the mission!"

"My lord, we're counting on you!"

Yes, it's all thanks to me.

Deyang sighed softly. It felt good to be trusted, but it was really not easy.

My life is so hard!

Another day of working for the emperor.

After the mission is over, they should at least be awarded a Terra Cross Medal!

Before leaving, Dejan reminded Pete, "Don't overdraw your psionic powers."

A psionicist is like a router connecting to the warp.

Using psionic energy is equivalent to having internet access.

Each time a psionicist uses their powers, their projection in the warp becomes brighter, attracting demons and increasing the risk of losing control.

Out-of-control psionicists are more dangerous than enemies.

Many combat units dislike teaming up with psionicists, and even when they do, they remain wary of them.

If Pete showed even the slightest sign of losing control, the Imperial soldiers nearby would not hesitate to kill him.

Dejan was met with Pete's silly, toothless grin.

Psychic power often implies wisdom and knowledge, so how could someone with this appearance, who is immune to wisdom, possess psychic power?

Dejan still finds it puzzling.

……

Castle, altar.

The power sword and energy beams attacked Redridge Hoffman almost simultaneously, but were blocked by the psionic shield.

Deyan felt as if he had struck a tough piece of cowhide. The power sword's decomposition field collided and eroded with the subspace energy, unable to advance an inch.

"I refuse to believe it!"

He mustered his strength, pulled out his explosive gun, and fired while holding it against the shield.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Even a warhead powerful enough to tear through light armor failed to shatter the psionic chaos, hovering in the air.

"Damn it!"

Dejan cursed under his breath as his hands and feet went numb, twisted his wrist, and turned to rush toward the Chaos Wizard standing at the edge of the altar.

In the next instant, he appeared behind the Chaos Wizard, his power sword aimed straight for the wizard's vulnerable neck.

Just as he was about to succeed, time seemed to stand still, and Deyan suddenly froze in place, still in the position of swinging his sword.

He felt everything go black before his eyes, and his consciousness fell into a dim and empty space.

Looking down, I saw that my fingernails had turned black and curled, the crevices filled with filth and wriggling maggots. The pustules on my arms were swelling up at a visible speed, and I could see thick yellow-green liquid and the shadow of some kind of living thing wriggling inside. My cheeks, neck, chest... every inch of my skin and muscles was rotting at a visible speed.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Deyan screamed in terror and kept swatting at the maggots emerging from his body.

"A fine soul will become excellent fertilizer," the wizard murmured hoarsely, drawing a rusty ritual dagger and stabbing it at Deyan.

You've been tricked!

Deyang, who was still in shock, suddenly raised his head, his eyes regained their clarity, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he slashed with his sword.

not good!

The wizard's expression changed drastically, and he had no time to dodge.

"Snap!"

As the staff shattered, Dejan's consciousness returned to reality, his slashing motion resumed, and he used the Disintegration Field to slice the Chaos Wizard in half from top to bottom like butter.

For someone who can withstand the corruption of Slaanesh, this mental magic is truly laughable.

Dejan snorted and turned to look at Reddridge.

The blasphemous runes on the altar have all lit up.

"Oh no, I'm too late!"

After the ceremony, Reddridge looked up to the sky and roared.

"Rise, my love!!!"