Mortarion, who made his bold statement, has made up his mind.
Who says he can't be moved
The Death Guard champions who participated in this operation did not have as strong a background as Typhus.
With the God of Plague on his side, Mortarion could only stand there in rage and helplessness, not daring to attack him.
If they dared to openly oppose Mortarion like that, I'm afraid Mortarion would beat them to death on the spot.
This is no joke.
Mortarion decided to go all out, using some of the things he had researched over the years.
Let those idiots in the empire know that this war is not so easy to fight.
Humans possess advanced technology, and an ordinary soldier is armed to the teeth.
They thought they could win with such technology, but they were wrong.
The Plague God's army is not as technologically advanced as the Empire's, but Mortarion can fight back with sorcery.
The Pendor System is the gateway to the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.
The Five Hundred Worlds is also where Guilliman’s headquarters is located.
Once the five hundred worlds were invaded, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the morale of the empire.
If Guilliman can't even defend five hundred worlds, how can he defend such a huge empire
Today, the Human Empire has lost the Nachmond Corridor, and the morale of the empire has probably suffered a Waterloo.
If we lose another five hundred worlds, those useless people in the empire will probably become panic-stricken and will be thinking of preparing food and drink to welcome the royal army.
Mortarion has made up his mind to give Guilliman a big surprise.
Let Guilliman understand that he will never be as good and outstanding as himself.
Stepping out of the throne room of the Endurance, Mortarion headed toward the great Hall of Sorcery.
Bloated, ichor-oozing Death Guard followed closely behind him.
They are full of traces of blasphemy, and there is no trace of their former glory.
There had always been some hatred in Mortarion's heart.
Once upon a time, he was the staunchest opponent of witchcraft.
But now, he has to rely on witchcraft to fight against his former brothers, which is undoubtedly a huge irony.
Either kill Guilliman, or force him to submit to the gods like himself.
Why are we all primarchs, but you get to be the regent of the empire, enjoying flowers and applause
I have to be a minion of the God of Plague, and be targeted and refuted everywhere by trash like Typhons, which makes me lose all my face.
"We have to deal a fatal blow to Pan Duoxing."
Mortarion held the sickle tightly in his hand, looking at the witchcraft hall that looked like a wriggling mass of flesh and blood.
There is a strange mist and whispers here.
His team of wizards has gathered here, ready to cast a spell to summon an army powerful enough to crush the human forces in the Pendor system.
Mortarion silently swore in his heart that this time, he would definitely prove himself.
Every Daemon Primarch suffered at the hands of Guilliman.
But he won't.
The Ultramar star field will become his victory trophy, the garden of the god of plague.
It won't be long before Guilliman will be defeated by him.
He knelt on the ground, begging me to give him a chance to live.
"Wait until I catch Guilliman." Mortarion's eyes turned cold. By then, he vowed to kill that bastard Typhons and let him know who is the master of the Death Guard.
"Sir, everything is ready." A wizard walked up and said.
"Let us begin, summon the Great Father's army, pull the Pandor system into the Father's garden, and let those confused and ignorant people feel the Father's love." Mortarion opened his arms and said in a low voice.
"Understood, sir." The wizard leader saluted respectfully, then stepped back to preside over the ceremony.
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Chagatai spent some time listening to reports from military commanders and chroniclers on the overall situation of the empire.
Using his excellent conversation skills, he easily dug out all the information he wanted from those people.
After hearing the descriptions of those people and the images they provided, Chagatai appeared to be very calm and composed.
But inside, there was already a storm.
He was astonished by the growth of the empire.
In the past ten thousand years, human beings have, as he imagined, moved from science and rationality to confusion and ignorance.
In the past tens of thousands of years, science and technology has not made any progress, but has continued to decline.
Abaddon, the captain of Horus's First Company, launched thirteen consecutive dark crusades against the Empire over the course of ten thousand years, pushing the Empire into a desperate situation.
The fall of Cadia and the appearance of the Great Rift once announced the countdown to the destruction of the empire.
Everything changed after Guilliman appeared.
The empire was like a dead tree that had come back to life. In less than a century, it had achieved achievements that it had not been able to achieve in the past ten thousand years.
Human weapons and equipment are rapidly updated and various new tanks, mechas, and warships emerge in an endless stream.
New war engines and new armies were created under Guilliman's will, shouldering the historical mission of sweeping across the galaxy.
Even the various worlds of the empire have undergone new changes.
Environmental transformation to create various natural environments suitable for human survival.
Promote universal education so that all children of school age can go to school and build up a large-scale reserve of intellectual talent for the empire.
Use the Imperial Daily and various other means to promote scientific research beliefs, inspire people's pursuit of cosmic truth, lift many unreasonable bans of the Mechanicus, and unleash their scientific research capabilities.
They also used education to promote and correct distorted religious beliefs, establishing a completely new religion with the Emperor as its spiritual sustenance and integrating all doctrines.
No war waged in the name of the Emperor's Faith will be tolerated.
Nor are the so-called saints allowed to modify the doctrine at will.
The High Lords' Parliament and the hereditary system of aristocracy were abolished, and a new autocratic democracy was introduced.
The tremendous reform efforts weakened the power of the nobility and gave the lower classes a chance to rise to the top.
There were so many reforms like this that it took Chagatai a long time to digest all the information.
What Guilliman did was so deafening that he could only be described as dumbfounded.
Chagatai believed that he did not have the courage to push forward such crazy initiatives.
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After spending some time to fully understand the various reform measures introduced by Guilliman.
Chagatai stood in front of the console, looking at the various video data shown to him by Admiral Tagga, which were all the achievements made by the empire after the reform.
A mechanized infantry regiment armed to the teeth, all wearing combat exoskeleton armor, their individual combat power is comparable to that of the old-style space marines of yesteryear.
The huge celestial-class battleships were assembled in the shipyard factory like an assembly line.
Stronger and bigger Primaris warriors, possessing super powers and self-healing abilities that were not available in the past. They have replaced the old Space Marines and are the most powerful individual combat forces in the galaxy.
In addition, the overall improvement of the empire's national strength is extremely terrifying.
These are all brought about by Guilliman's reforms.
He transformed the empire's original technology into tangible industrial productivity, allowing mankind to regain its former power.
Chagatai originally thought that the forces assembled in the Pandor system were just a few naval fleets.
But when Admiral Taga showed him the whole picture, he realized that the fleets fighting in the void battlefield were just the tip of the iceberg.
The Empire also has those celestial-class battleships floating on the edge of the battlefield, in the dark void, that are not involved in the battle.
Those warships were extremely terrifying, with the smallest one being hundreds of kilometers long.
The garrison population reaches millions, and it has a complete training ground, docks, repair factories, indestructible shields, and an Anglican cathedral.
It can provide logistics and rest for the imperial troops, and can also become the main force in the war.
With the development of Imperial psychic technology, Celestial-class battleships are equipped with complex anti-psychic arrays and exorcist troops based on the Emperor's faith.
Ordinary demons cannot invade at all.
The firepower of the celestial-class battleships is even more terrifying. They are the ultimate weapons born for the ultimate destruction.
The huge star-destroying cannon is powerful enough to destroy all the stars in the real universe.
If several celestial-class battleships join forces, they are enough to destroy a star.
Chagatai stared at the data of those celestial-class battleships, and the shock on his face never faded.
Guilliman changed the original mode of war.
The Imperial Fleet was no longer just a fleet; it was shaped by him into a huge migrating group that could continue fighting for a long period of time.
Those warships store a huge amount of resources and population, and can provide soldiers and weapons to the troops continuously.
They can fight the enemy for a hundred years without their logistics being cut off.
This change made Chagatai somewhat uneasy.
Guilliman was clearly preparing for a larger campaign or was intentionally preparing the Imperial fleet to adapt to wars lasting decades or even centuries, without planetary support and logistics.
If we were just fighting in the galaxy, there would be no need to do this.
With the help of the Warp, the Empire's ships can cross the galaxy in a few years, and supplies can arrive quickly. There is no need to establish an independent warfare system that can support hundreds of years of war.
"Want to conquer other galaxies?"
This was the only explanation Chagatai could think of.
If you want to conquer other galaxies.
That expeditionary force would indeed need to fight for hundreds or even thousands of years without any logistics support.
After many military commanders left, Chagatai stared into the cold void and whispered.
"I thought my father was already crazy, but I didn't expect that you are ten thousand times crazier than him. Guilliman, where are you going to take humanity?"
Jaghatai did not want to judge whether Guilliman was right or wrong.
There is no simple right or wrong in this world.
Guilliman's madness is built upon the madness of this universe.
When facing those terrifying evil gods, there is no method that cannot be understood and used.
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Andy, the leader of the Sarah 01 Corps, cut off the neural connection with the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.
The images transmitted back to her mind were also interrupted.
After more than a month of rest, they were sent back to the battlefield to replace other troops for rest.
Andy didn't have many complaints about this.
This is the mission of the Imperial Army.
Either die in war or die in war.
This time, the task she received was no longer to defend, but to counterattack.
The command planned to mobilize several regiments to work together to see if they could recapture another lost hive.
If possible, the command hopes to build another transmission point on the surface. In that way, it will be more convenient to deliver supplies and increase the number of troops on the ground.
In order to further regain control of Panduo Star.
The Empire possesses many star-destroying weapons.
But the Pandor galaxy belongs to humans.
The High Command did not want to launch an extinction strike until it was confirmed that the Pandor system was not completely beyond redemption and could not be recaptured.
The hive controlled by the minions of Chaos was built on the edge of the ocean.
Before its fall, the hive relied on farmed seafood and marine agriculture for its survival.
The air blowing from the ocean was also full of stench, and Andy and others could only rely on the filtering devices on their military uniforms to breathe.
Plague germs are everywhere, which is one of the most difficult aspects of fighting the Plague God.
If you are not careful, you will be killed by the disease.
A week of continuous fighting caused Andy to suffer from severe sleep disorders and dark circles under his eyes.
"Captain." An adjutant came over. He was also wearing a heavy military uniform and had a tired look on his face. "The combat order came from the headquarters."
He pulled out a data panel showing the details of the combat mission.
At this time, a few big green flies also started buzzing.
Andy stretched out his hands protected by sealed gloves in annoyance.
With a snap, the fly was slapped to death.
Green slime and thick paste remained on her gloves, and she had to wipe them on her damp uniform.
Fortunately, data panels can be operated using voice.
Otherwise, Andy's dirty hands would definitely cause displeasure to the machine spirit.
"Shall we seize the artillery positions controlled by the cultists? This mission doesn't look too difficult." Andy whispered. After reading the details of the combat mission issued by her superiors, she turned her head and looked at the nest controlled by the cultists. "Let each company prepare. We will launch a surprise attack in 30 minutes. We have to seize the enemy's artillery positions. The Air Force and other friendly ground forces will assist us."
"Understood." The adjutant saluted and turned to leave.
After the adjutant walked away, Andy took a deep breath and activated the neural reconnection function.
Once again connected to the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft hovering above the hive city.
Use drones flying high in the sky to capture enemy movements.
High-definition optics captured all enemy fire.
In the face of the Empire's advanced drones, the traitors have no secrets.
After making sure nothing was missed, Andy set the drone to automatic mode.
The Contemplator system took over a large number of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.
The high-energy bombs they are equipped with will be powerful weapons in the subsequent attack.
Imagine those cultists fighting for their master.
Suddenly, a suicide bomb drone came flying in the sky.
It's hard to guard against.
Andy likes this tactic very much, and the enemy is often defeated by such shameless means.
After making sure that nothing was missed, Andy closed his eyes, seizing the last ten minutes to give his tired eyes a brief rest.
She didn't open her eyes until the voices of various companies came over the communication.
One by one, prompt runes appeared on the tactical panel in front of her.
Green runes were dancing on it.
The war vehicles and personnel of Sarah 01 Regiment are ready and waiting for her orders.
Andy looked at the time, turned and walked towards the troop carrier not far away, which had already started its engine and was running at low power.
Relying on the skills she learned from training, she nimbly climbed up the iron frame of the troop carrier.
Sitting on the roof of the car, in a command position with a protective shield.
Andy waved forward and gave orders to the companies.
"All forces, for Guilliman, for the Imperium."
As she shouted, the roaring war engine was pushed to maximum power by the driver.
He roared and rushed out of the bunker.
The muddy ground was stirred by the suspension force field created by the anti-gravity array, and the filthy mud flew everywhere as the vehicle moved forward.
Infantrymen wearing exoskeleton armor stood on tanks or gunboats, gazing at the tall hive city, their automatic weapons clicking, waiting to be fired.
Brilliant beams of light or missiles trailing flames flew from behind them and landed on the city shield in the distance, creating ripples.
Apparently, followers of the Dark Mechanicus were involved in this operation.
Otherwise, the cultists' simple brains alone would not be enough to repair the complex shield and energy devices.
A whistling sound was heard in the dark sky. Fighter planes like a swarm of bees flew over from a distance, so fast that they left white air waves in the air.
The dense artillery fire illuminated the dim sky and also illuminated the cultists' defense lines.
They shouted crazily and waved flags covered with blasphemous symbols.
The cultists also discovered the Imperial forces' attack.
They shouted and marched into their respective positions with flags in hand.
The heavy weapons were carried out and placed on the fortifications to fire at the attacking imperial troops.
"Sarah 01 Regiment is advancing." Andy switched to the command channel and spoke.
"Keep moving forward," a commander said. "Other units are working in tandem."
"Understood." Andy closed it after saying that. She opened the tactical panel, and the green light representing other friendly forces lit up near the hive.
A full-scale siege and a war to recover lost territory has begun.
Andy retreated from the roof to the command cabin, where three operators were controlling the movement and firing of this huge machine.
"Commander, we expect to reach the enemy's first line of defense in three minutes." The tank commander reported to Andy. During this time, the vehicle body shook violently several times, and it was obvious that it was hit by enemy artillery fire.
Even the tactical console of the troop carrier popped up a scarlet alarm.
Fortunately, their troop transport was a brand new anti-gravity vehicle with superior protection and armor.
The artillery fire, powerful enough to destroy the old personnel carrier, could only slow it down slightly.
"Attention all units, we are on the offensive route. The estimated time for contact with the outer defense unit is two minutes. Please be prepared for battle." After Andy finished speaking, he stared at the tactical console, and confirmation replies came in from various companies.
Andy counted their data and assessed the casualties of his own regiment.
The empire's technology is very powerful, and the equipment of the Sara 01st Regiment is also guaranteed.
But the power of the God of Plague should not be underestimated.
Sometimes, the seal of the vehicle's hatch fails, and the virus-filled air takes advantage of the occupants' unpreparedness, enters their defenseless bodies through their respiratory tracts, and feasts on them.
Sometimes, unnoticed corruption takes root in the flesh of the ignorant, and when it is triggered at a certain moment, it will cause the death of everyone in the carriage.
And those weird witchcrafts.
The enemy has many means at his disposal.
Each one is hard to guard against.
Andy has many brothers and sisters who have sacrificed on this battlefield.
The Sara 01 Regiment quickly approached the first line of defense of the Plague God's minions.
A large number of war vehicles launched the attack at the first moment.
Various high-powered artillery shells were continuously released, turning the front into a sea of fire.
Andy saw the explosion and flames through the troop carrier.
They devour everything and make the dark world bright.
The cultists' firepower was destroyed.
The fortress built of cement and steel was shattered by artillery fire.
Those turrets with solid bases came under concentrated fire. Under the bombardment of several shells, the huge turrets were blown into flying pieces of rubble. The huge gun barrels were blown away by the impact and fell heavily to other places, killing many cultists.
"Ground forces attack and clean up those remaining beasts." Andy gave the second order.
Heavy firepower units such as tanks and gunboats are aimed at large fortresses and fortifications.
Those scattered cultists are a bit difficult to fight.
They are scattered everywhere and are good at hiding.
Using heavy firepower units to attack them is a waste of firepower and has little effect.
If we don't eliminate those cultists, they will come out from time to time to cause trouble.
Only ground infantry can be dispatched to clean up.
The hatch of the troop carrier opened, and ground infantry wearing mechanical exoskeletons walked down with weapons.
The remaining cultists were no match for them.
Imperial infantrymen have exoskeletons, automatic machine guns, and tactical radars.
The cultists have nothing except their fanaticism for the gods and the crude weapons in their hands.
The infantrymen executed the frenzied thugs one by one, leaving their bodies in the trenches.
Andy's troops pried open the enemy's defense line, just like a big, thick, black crowbar knocking open a solid shell, revealing the tender and smooth shell meat inside, which was extremely brutal.
The knight mechas were also advancing, guarding the two flanks of the Sara 01 Corps.
The heavy body of the mecha disturbed the disgusting fog, and the humming sound of the energy pile mixed with the sound of artillery fire, which could be heard from a long distance.
The cultist-operated tanks and demon engines were smashed to pieces by their artillery fire.
Wherever the mechas passed, only burning debris was left.
The knights no longer paid attention to the number of kills. The Titans' weapons were so powerful that it was impossible to count the enemy's casualties.
Hundreds of cultists died every time a Titan fired a beam powerful enough to shake its metal body.
The melta cannons destroyed any fortifications that dared to stop the Imperial forces.
The buzzing of the main weapon is like a death announcement, and every sound represents death and fear.
The energy reactor emits a rhythmic sound as the weapon is fired, becoming high when the weapon is activated and low when the weapon remains silent.
The places that had been attacked were littered with broken bodies and burning ruins of fortifications.
It was a one-sided massacre, and the cultists fled into the hive.
Andy smiled, but soon the enemy counterattacked.
The cultists of the hive city launched some strange tower cars from the city.
Those tower cars are dozens of meters high and are made entirely of wood.
There are also heavy iron sheets nailed to the tower car to stabilize the frame.
The tower cart was covered with wriggling flesh and rotting green branches and leaves.
"Are they crazy?" The adjutant stared at the enemy's strange behavior, confusion showing on his face.
"A tower made of wood? How could something like this pose a threat to us?" The captain looked confused.
Andy didn't say anything, her expression became serious.
The laws of the universe have been turned upside down.
They are fighting against an existence woven from nightmares.
So why can’t a wooden tower be dangerous
Don't use common sense to look at your enemies.
"It's better to be careful." Andy said anxiously, "Hit and destroy those weird things with firepower."
Intensive artillery fire and many ruby-red light beams cut through the thick fog and hit those strange towers.
Such a horrific attack is enough to tear steel apart.
But the tower cars did not suffer any damage.
Shells powerful enough to rip the fort apart exploded in front of it, sending shock waves rippling through the air.
Countless lasers were also blocked and did not hit the tower vehicle.
"Unharmed, they have shields." The commander stared at the tactical panel, and the images fed back made his tone serious.
"Continue the attack." Andy gave the order.
At this moment, the enemy also launched a counterattack.
The tower car flashed a few times and then emitted a green light.
A streak of light wrapped in smoke streaked across the sky, like a phosphorescent bomb hurled by a giant with a terrifyingly huge slingshot.
Andy watched the bomb being thrown into the sky and gradually turning into a violently burning comet.
Various anti-aircraft weapons opened fire from across the Imperial lines, destroying the burning comet.
Fighter planes flew through the sky, firing explosive beams and missiles that were powerful enough to tear apart the hills, slamming into the huge falling object.
However, everything they did was meaningless.
When the comet hit the ground, a tremor of terror shook the world.
A hemispherical ball of fire shot up into the sky above the Imperial front.
Weird energy fluctuations filled the communication network with inhuman screams.
Several tanks and mechas were hit, and green phantom fire ignited their metal bodies.
"Emperor, what is this? The enemy's new weapon?" the commander said in horror.
As a huge amount of data poured in, Andy's face turned ugly.
In the attack just now, more than 500 people from the Sara 01st Regiment were killed or wounded, and more than ten knights from the Knights Regiment were killed or wounded.
Soon, all the other tower cars launched their attacks.
Those burning meteorites continued to fall towards the area where the imperial troops were.
"Speed up, open a path for the knights, and kill them in close combat." Andy ordered.
The imperial forces launched an even more ferocious attack.
The threat posed by those tower trucks is too great.
If a few more waves come, Andy estimates that the Empire will be completely destroyed.
The wizards serving the God of Plague ordered the beastmen to push the tower carts backwards and reload them.
The huge wheels were covered in filth.
The tower cars crushed the beastmen huddled under the pedestals without a care, lubricating their wheels with their blood.
The structure of such a tower car is extremely backward, without any sense of technology, like the siege towers of those backward nations.
It bears no resemblance to the war engines built by the Empire.
No one in their right mind could create such a twisted technological artifact.
Iron plates with green stripes wrapped the tower car from head to toe.
The tower car itself was made of unfinished wood, with many planks on its sides that had been split by wedges.
The complete tree trunk is still preserved inside the tower car.
The trees had not been completely cleared, and rotten leaves and roots were still entangled on the tower car.
The rotten and tumorous tree roots are intricately entangled with each other, which makes people feel sick.
The tower was covered with twisted wooden tumors, and all kinds of disgusting sticky liquids were flowing out.
Branches reached up from the trunk like vicious claws.
Sticky vines hold everything together.
Nails as big as men bent from the boards.
The three tower faces facing forward are decorated with three faces made of brass that look bloated and rotten, representing the god of plague.
The tower car was like a huge abscess, with foul-smelling mucus oozing from every crevice.
The wizards constantly manipulated the tower carts to launch attacks, throwing stones, poison gas, etc.
The void shield blocked some of the attacks, but more of them fell on the armor of the imperial troops.
The ceramic steel was corroded, the plastic steel was burning, and the armor was melting with a sizzling sound under the corrosive liquid.
The tank exploded in the erosion and turned into countless pieces.
The mecha also fell in the attack.
The gas corroded the armor and poisoned the driver inside.
Under Andy's command, the tanks continued to charge hard, paying heavy sacrifices to clear the way.
This allows the knights to get close to the enemy and pierce the tower cart with their power spears, crushing it.
The tower car was destroyed and scattered debris fell on the battlefield.
However, before the imperial troops could breathe a sigh of relief.
A bigger crisis is looming.
The fog-shrouded hive launched more tower vehicles.
The enemy has abandoned the old technology and used sorcery to fight against the Empire.
The demon army appeared with their heads held high.
They came from beyond the mortal world, appearing in droves in the mist.
The fog carrying toxins and plague condensed into the shape of a demon.
Walking in the front were countless Nurglings, holding simple weapons and making cackling sounds.
They are always laughing, even if countless of their companions are torn to pieces by artillery fire, they are still giggling.
The plague beasts let out dull growls, and their disgusting and rotten bodies carried countless plagues. If you were scratched even a little by them, you would die instantly and be transformed into one of them.
Demonic flies as big as dark clouds flew down from the filthy clouds, and the buzzing sound resounded throughout the sky.
The tortured demons inside the roaring demon engine shook their huge metal and flesh bodies, longing for a victory that would spread the grace of the God of Plague.
The Great Unclean Ones stand out from the crowd amidst the tide of demons.
These huge, bloated mountains of flesh swayed towards the enemy.
Their bodies proudly display all forms of horrific disease and disability.
Every great unclean person exudes a stench of decay.
On their pockmarked faces, the evil eyes revealed a desire to bestow the grace of the God of Plague upon every human being.
The plague messengers picked up rusty trumpets and drums and started playing them. The scene looked extremely joyful.
Then, a cursed figure appeared.
Mortarion personally participated in this battle, he wanted to capture the planet Pandor.
Taking advantage of the special characteristics of Pandor, he polluted the Five Hundred Worlds and dragged them into Nurgle's Garden.
The appearance of the Demon Primarch is not a good thing for the Imperial forces.
A tank was cut in half by the scythe in Mortarion's hand.
The speed was so fast that the members inside died without even having time to shout.
"Report to the headquarters immediately. We have been attacked by the demon primarch." Andy shouted, "Request the assistance of the Emperor's Angels."
After that, she gave the second order.
"Focus your fire and kill that demonic primarch."
Mortarion spread his wings and smiled cruelly at the huge human empire army.
These fools have forgotten the horror of being dominated by a Daemon Primarch.
Mortarion felt that it was necessary for him to help them recall and let them know who had the final say in this galaxy.
Guilliman is powerful, but he is still just a mortal.
No matter how much he does, it is just to pave the way for the gods.
How can an ant know the vastness of heaven and earth
Today, he will capture Pan Duoxing.
He wanted to see who could stop him.
Intensive artillery fire fell on Mortarion's position.
Explosive beams, missiles, high-energy shells, and so on, endless attacks, fell near Mortarion.
In an instant, the tall demon primarch was submerged.
The terrifying firepower is enough to tear everything apart.
However, Mortarion was not much hurt.
When he walked out from the smoke and dust raised by the artillery fire, he was unharmed and even the armor on his body had not lost any color.
Almost hopelessly powerful.
"Wear the wrath of Mortarion, fools. Tremble before my power, ignorant mortals. From this moment on, weep and pray to your false gods." Mortarion flapped his wings, soared into the sky, and then fell like a meteorite, transforming into a terrifying god of death and starting a killing spree.
The knight mecha was smashed to pieces by his one blow, and the driver was picked out and torn into pieces in front of many imperial troops.
The heavy tank that was roaring and rushing towards him was cut in half by his clean and sharp sickle.
The ground infantry wearing exoskeletons and equipped with personal shields were harvested like leeks in front of Mortarion.
Soon, the troop carrier Andy was on was targeted.
With the wisdom and observation skills of a Primarch, Mortarion soon discovered that the mortals he had harvested were intentionally or unintentionally protecting the troop transport where Andy was.
He soon realized that the corps commander was in the troop carrier.
If the opponent's heads were chopped off, I'm afraid these mortals would collapse.
I'm so looking forward to seeing these idiots looking like they want to run away on three legs.
He leaped up and avoided another round of concentrated fire from the human troops.
Then, he slashed down from the sky with a sickle, cutting the troop carrier into two halves on the spot, causing the troop carrier to explode directly.
Andy jumped out in advance, turned over and hid in the overflow pit, thus avoiding the flying debris in the explosion.
"Foolish mortal." Mortarion folded his wings and landed next to the other party. He stroked the long handle of the sickle in his hand and showed a cruel smile. "Kneel down and show your submission. I can spare your life."
"Dream on." Andy rolled over and climbed up, holding the activated power sword in his hand, and the flashing arcs crackled in the air.
"Tsk, tsk, I really admire your courage. How do you have the courage to draw your weapon in front of me? Aren't you afraid of death?" Mortarion mocked, "Kneel down, foolish mortal, and surrender at the feet of the great Mortarion."
"I also admire the nerve of a loser like you. For ten thousand years, you have not dared to swing your sword against a truly powerful enemy, and only dared to bully those mortals who are not as good as you. That time on Terra, you were lucky enough to escape. Guess whether you can escape from my hands today."
A voice that Mortarion was extremely familiar with sounded.
His face suddenly turned dark and he remembered something not so good.
Mortarion ignored the fallen mortal and looked in the direction of the voice.
I saw a ray of light appear out of nowhere.
A person whom he never wanted to see again in his life walked out from the light.
"Now that you're here, come out, Chagatai." Mortarion said the name of the visitor.
"I thought you had forgotten me." Chagatai walked out from the light. He was wearing white armor and no helmet. Under his tall hair was a proud and wild face. His eyes showed contempt for death and a yearning for freedom.
Andy watched the giant come.
Information about the giant flashed through her mind.
Lord of the Fifth Legion, Primarch of the White Scars, War Eagle of Chogoris, Lord of the Ice-Blue Sky, Hunter as swift as the wind.
Andy opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The Lord of the Fifth Legion's temperament is slightly inferior to that of the great Imperial Regent, but he is still a unique existence in the galaxy.
With a natural wildness.
"You think you can defeat me?" Mortarion roared. "Don't dream, Jaghatai. I have changed. You will only bring disgrace upon yourself if you appear here. I want to hear how a war eagle with broken wings cries."
Jaghatai placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. "You are as disgusting as ever, Mortarion."
"I feel the same way about you," Mortarion said. "Ten thousand years have passed, and everything has changed. You are still so foolish and stubborn. Give up. Guilliman has taken control of the Imperium. The Fifth Legion no longer exists, and you have no place."
"So what? I am still the Primarch of the Empire, and Guilliman will still leave a place for me on Terra. As for you, to be honest, I am a little disappointed with this battle. I heard that you are just a toy of the God of Plague, and Typhons is the one favored by the God of Plague." Chagatai said slowly.
Mortarion's face froze and his eyes revealed anger, but he soon regained his composure and rushed towards Chagatai, holding the sickle tightly in his hand.
"You have used this method once. My heart is as hard as a rock. Today is the day you die."
"You are my brother, otherwise I would never show up to fight you. I would only let countless warriors overwhelm you and use orbital bombardment to wipe you out, Mortarion. After all, a leader will only fight a leader, and my opponent can only be Typhons, the Lord of the Fifth Legion. But you are my brother, and I have to respect you, so I came down, for your dignity, for your pride, and I will fight you personally. This is a manifestation of our brotherhood, Mortarion, don't be grateful to me." Chagatai smiled and used the long sword in his hand to block Mortarion's attack.
"You are looking for death." Mortarion was already very unhappy with Typhons' previous disobedience to him, and now he was continuously mocked by Chagatai. He could no longer suppress his anger like before.