All Mortarion could do to save his face was to kill or capture Jaghatai.
If he could do one of these things, he wouldn't become a laughing stock.
It is not easy to do any of these.
In the battle of the Pandor system, Mortarion was almost captured alive and escaped in a very embarrassing way.
But Mortarion had no choice. If he didn't want to become a laughing stock, he had to give it a try.
After making sufficient preparations, Mortarion vowed to capture Chagatai and wash away his humiliation.
"You haven't changed at all. You are stupid, arrogant, and only care about your own reputation." Chahetai looked at Mortarion in front of him with a hint of mockery.
Chagatai's body stood proudly in the ruined hall where flesh and blood were wriggling, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
The long sword in his hand was leaping with arcs of electricity, crackling and tearing the air around it.
The new power armor is etched with a soaring golden eagle, which is a unique mark of Chagatai.
The sophisticated mechanical structure inside the power armor produces the unique musical rhythm of war.
The original set of power armor can no longer keep up with the times.
Chagatai was not a pedantic person.
Don't worry too much about tradition or anything like that.
In his mind, practicality is the most important thing.
The new power armor combines the most advanced technology of the Empire and incorporates the knowledge of the Warp. It not only enables him to exert greater strength, but also provides better defense.
Mortarion was wearing the original set of armor. The parts that were damaged by Chagatai had been repaired, and a few skulls were added to the sickle in his hand, which must be some kind of witchcraft ritual.
The two brothers stared at each other, holding their weapons tightly, with hostility in their eyes, wanting to kill each other as soon as possible.
Thousands of years have passed and everything has changed.
They had been blood brothers.
Now they have become mortal enemies.
"Do you think you won? Even the most powerful falcon can be captured by the hunter." Mortarion's tone was cold. He stared at Chagatai with terrible malice in his eyes.
"After today, you and I will know who is the hunter." Chagatai raised the blade in his hand, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and assumed a fighting stance.
"Indeed." Mortarion took the lead in attacking with his sickle in hand, the blessing of the Plague God shining on the sickle. "We will know who is the more skilled hunter."
The sharp blade of the scythe flashed with the light of the highest heaven.
Their battle was so fierce that ordinary people could only see afterimages.
The clash of swords and knives emitted waves of terror.
Every collision echoed with the roars of humans and the insidious curses of demons.
The speed of the battle between the two is still increasing.
Each attack was more powerful than any mortal could muster.
All metal within the range was destroyed, and all mechanical wreckage, whether it was crashed or broken, was turned into ashes.
Whether they are loyal to themselves or loyal to evil gods, their power is unimaginable to the world.
They all have the potential to be gods, and can carry powers that mortals cannot imagine.
When they fought tooth and nail, it was like gods fighting.
They released a powerful force that could destroy the world.
There is infinite power contained in this duel.
It is the roar of an avalanche and the surging of the sea.
It is the eruption of a volcano and the labor pains of the stars.
They were filled with murderous intent towards each other and only wanted to kill each other.
Mortarion's body burned with primitive power, and the sickle in his hand was like thunder, violent and swift.
Each strike contained magic from another world, tearing through the fabric of space and precisely slashing at the opponent's weak points.
There was a devilish gleam in his eyes.
Chagatai was not at a disadvantage at all, his eyes became calm as the battle became more and more crazy, like a war eagle soaring in the sky.
The long sword in his hand cut off every blow from Mortarion and blocked his scythe.
Extraordinary power also surged in his body.
The blessings of the gods are not irreplaceable.
The High Heaven is a place where will is supreme, and both mortals and gods need to follow this iron rule.
The stronger the will, the greater the force that can be exerted.
Tens of thousands of years of trials and battles had already made Chagatai's heart as hard as rock.
He harnessed a force that was enough to destroy his opponent, and put all his might into each strike.
The veil between illusion and reality crumbles.
The power of the vast ocean is endless, enough to crush everything, and is driven by the will of the two brothers to kill each other.
The clanging of metal and iron shook the four directions.
Relying on his super-fast speed, Chagatai gradually reversed the offensive and defensive situation of both sides.
Mortarion possesses a tenacious trait, able to withstand damage that others would not acknowledge.
But his speed could never match that of the swift-moving warhawk.
The long scimitar in Chagatai's hand burst out arcs of electricity, emitting arcane power.
This is the latest research product of the Empire.
Weapons used against the denizens of the Warp.
The residual force of each blow made the pollution of the Warp retreat, howling restlessly outside the blade.
Once their weapons touch each other, colorful sparks will fly out.
The sparks fell into the hall and started a fire.
Tattered tapestries, unclean artwork, and eerie faces taking root.
Wherever the two sides fought, flames rose up.
"I am no longer the same as I was before," Mortarion cried. "You will soon learn that."
"Have you become Typhon's subordinate? Has he become your father? Have you become his son?" Chagatai pushed away the sickle that was coming towards his face and responded indifferently.
Just one sentence almost broke Mortarion's defense.
Typhons had become his disgrace.
Unless he can prove his excellence, he will be ridiculed forever.
"I will keep you company with him," Mortarion screamed in anger. "You will be treated just like him."
Chagatai took a step back. "To be honest, I don't want to. Because I don't want to be your father. You can ask Typhons for help. He will pity you, just like when he threw you into the hands of the God of Plague, and give you a path to sublimation."
"I will tear your mouth apart." Mortarion's attack became more and more fierce. "I hope you will be as powerful as your mouth."
"If you can do that, you are not useless." Jaghatai opened his sickle and stabbed Mortarion's neck. "Anyway, I am better than you, Mortarion. I ruled my home planet, and you failed. If the Emperor hadn't saved you, I'm afraid you would have died long ago."
Mortarion became even more furious when he heard this. He swung the sickle in his hand and slashed at Chagatai madly.
In the face of such a crazy offensive, Chagatai did not change color at all.
He also saw flaws in the opponent's violent offensive.
In a flash, he slashed the scimitar downward, cutting a horrible wound in Mortarion's armor engraved with blasphemous runes.
The blade was sharp and penetrated deep into Mortarion's body.
The power of the arcane took effect, and even with the blessing of the God of Plague, Mortarion was severely injured and showed an extremely painful expression.
He used his sickle to deflect Chagatai's knife and staggered back.
"Die." Chagatai let out a war cry and stepped forward, wanting to seize the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on Mortarion.
The gas bottle on Mortarion's body suddenly exploded.
Thick poisonous gas gushed out from it.
The poisonous fog seemed to have life, engulfing Chagatai's majestic body, penetrating into it through the gaps in his armor, corroding the precise mechanical structure inside, and destroying the body that carried great power.
Mortarion took this opportunity to move away, leaving Chagatai alone in the poisonous fog.
The plague fog was carefully prepared by Ku'gath.
It was originally a gift for Guilliman, but now it is also a good choice to give it to Chagatai.
Mortarion carefully avoided the poisonous fog, whose terrible corrosive properties would destroy the demon's soul.
Even with his extraordinary power, the Primarch could hardly resist.
Chagatai rushed out from the poisonous fog.
But his speed slowed down visibly.
The skin becomes darker.
Plague spots appeared in many places on the body and face.
Chagatai, who rushed out of the poisonous fog, staggered and almost fell down. He could only use the long sword in his hand to support his body and prevent himself from falling.
"What's going on?" Chagatai felt his body weak and looked at Mortarion with disbelief in his eyes.
The Primarch has extraordinary recovery abilities.
Ordinary plagues cannot harm them.
Now, he is so weak.
"This was originally a gift prepared for Guilliman, but I didn't expect you to get it. How about it? You must like this gift, which was made by Ku'gath, the most beloved of the God of Plague, using all the most terrible plagues in the world." Mortarion smiled, with a gloating tone in his voice.
"It really fits your character, Mortarion. Despicable and shameless, only knowing how to use such insidious means." Chagatai looked at Mortarion with contempt in his eyes.
This look angered Mortarion. He walked over and kicked Chagatai hard, causing Chagatai's heavy body to roll several times before stopping.
"You lose, Jaghatai," Mortarion whispered, as if speaking into Guilliman's ear. "Give up resistance, and the Father will accept you. You can join me, and together we can overthrow Guilliman, let mankind abandon its false gods, and let the galaxy enter an endless cycle of death and destruction."
Chagatai tried hard to hold himself up. The built-in system of his armor was running at high speed, preventing the plague from corroding the machinery and striving to prolong his life.
Mortarion walked up to Jaghatai and grabbed him.
Chagatai's nose and throat struggled against the stench of his brother.
"You will be my captive," Mortarion said. "No one will come to rescue you now. You have followed the wrong master and you are alone. Now you know that I am the last hunter."
"You will become a member of the garden, basking in the glory of the loving father, and enjoying eternal life, Chagatai. You once hated me, but soon, you became like me. Hahahaha, you failed."
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The fall of the Plague Factory is inevitable.
Humanity launched an all-out attack.
The minions and traitors of the Plague God were defeated along the way.
Many daemons were either slain outright by the Sisters of Silence or banished back into the Warp by Imperial forces.
Big demons like septicemia and leukemia suffer the same fate.
The battle was lost to such an extent that the Plaguefather - Ku'gath was forced to give up stirring the Crucible of Nurgle and join the battlefield himself.
Buy time for Mortarion to defeat Jaghatai.
As long as we can take away one Primarch, this battle will be considered a gain.
Kugath dragged his fat, tall, hill-like body through the damp corridors and launched an attack on the imperial troops.
He first threw out the flask in which the disease was cultivated.
The moment the bottle hit the ground, it released tens of thousands of plagues that were deadly and even corrosive to machinery, causing large numbers of imperial soldiers to fall down. The machinery also rusted and was corroded beyond recognition.
The Primaris warriors were also unable to resist the damage of this plague and fell within the range of the plague.
Kugath released a spear of light carrying the energy of the subspace from his hand, covering all the warriors who tried to approach it, causing their armor to crack and their flesh to fall off.
He killed all those soldiers, leaving only lumps of rotting, festering flesh and blood.
"I wish Mortarion would hurry up," Ku'gath complained. "War is not for an artist like me."
As he spoke, Kugath threw another dirty flask at the advancing tank.
A large mass of slimy matter splashed all over the tank.
After the suspended heavy tank moved forward for a distance, rust spread across the entire body of the vehicle like flames.
Huge holes had been corroded through the thick armor, locking up its engine.
The anti-gravity array failed and could not move.
The tank's cannon continued to fire until it, too, was completely corroded.
A shell got stuck in the barrel and exploded.
Just a few sparks were emitted, and the entire turret was blown away.
All the crew members were blown away, and broken limbs were scattered along with the wreckage of the vehicle.
Another Great Unclean One might be pleasantly surprised by the effects of the Iron Plague.
Kugath just sighed. As Nurgle's first favorite, he should have done better.
He listlessly conjured a splinter of wood soaked in a slimy liquid from thin air and hurled it, impaling a Primaris warrior and pinning him to the ground.
Ku'gath stopped the Imperial forces from advancing any further.
This most favored Great Unclean One is too powerful.
Titans and tanks were all corroded by his plague.
The drivers were so ravaged by his plague that they were no longer recognizable as humans.
Unfortunately, Kugath's subordinates are so bad.
They were slaughtered crazily by the imperial troops armed to the teeth.
War is no place for heroics.
Kugath was soon in dire straits, facing an onslaught of Imperial forces all alone.
He retreated from where he had been fighting into a broken hall.
The antlers scraped the foul-smelling mud from the high roofs.
The room was extremely damp and covered in black mold.
There was also rotting flesh and dead grass wriggling on the ground.
This kind of environment makes Kugath feel comfortable.
How great it would be if the whole universe was like this.
Everyone can love each other in the arms of the loving Father.
Humans followed Kugath's steps, launching various attacks in an attempt to kill the great demon.
The hall was covered in artillery fire, bricks and stones were flying, and the rotten flesh and blood were blown away.
"Stop attacking me. This is my house. You can't be so rude."
All he got in response was a few blazing fusion beams.
No human would heed his cries.
The beams shot out from one side of the arch and hit his lower abdomen, blowing off a section of his intestines. A wound appeared in his bloated abdomen, oozing pus.
"Oh my god, my good father." Kugath threw the flask over and pulled out a rusty sword from his bloated body, "How could you attack me by surprise!
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Under the corrosion of the Flask Plague, several Primaris warriors howled in pain, then fell to the ground and rotted quickly. Even their armor was corroded by the plague, leaving only a disgusting lake of slime.
Ku'gath swung his Plague Sword and slashed at a Primaris warrior.
The red power armor with a skull painted on it turned black after the blade passed through it, and the person inside quickly rotted away, turning into smelly oil as black as midnight.
Ku'gath extended his long frog-like tongue again, picked up a Primaris warrior and threw him off the ground into the air.
The plague quickly poisoned the warrior, destroying his flesh.
When he hit the wall, the warrior had turned into a pile of things with dislocated limbs and intestines entangled outside the body.
"Haha, now you know how powerful I am." said Kugax.
However, more fighters came from all directions and poured ammunition on him.
The new Titan broke through the wall, dropped from the sky, and unleashed an attack on Ku'Gath that was enough to destroy the city.
The hover tanks also surrounded it and covered it with artillery fire.
The knights drove their mechas quickly and used power spears to attack Kugath.
"Stop it now, you are too shameless. This is unfair, you are bullying the minority with your numbers." Kugax said dissatisfiedly, "I am very angry."
Ku'gath hates these followers of the Damned.
There were too many of them, and they would attack him with weapons that could unleash the power of the stars.
He wanted to get away, but found that he couldn't.
Boom!
The sound of an explosion was heard.
Kugath turned his fat, hill-like body, and flames shot up into the sky in the direction of the Plague Cauldron.
The troops of the State Church are charging there.
Holding censers, the priests sang the Emperor's psalms with great enthusiasm, dispelling the power of demons and opening the way to the crucible for the warriors.
"No." Ku'gath screamed. The Crucible is the basis for maintaining the activities of demons on this planet.
Once destroyed, the demon will not be able to maintain its form on the planet Yinx.
Kugath wanted to go to the rescue.
At this moment, a huge power spear pierced his fat body.
Then came the second and the third.
Three streamlined, ergonomically designed, giant Titans that are a hundred meters tall stand next to Kugath.
Those power spears were ejected by these Titans.
In his haste, Kugath forgot that he was surrounded by imperial troops.
He used no sorcery to evade or defend himself from the Titans' attacks.
“No.” Kugath ignored his own injuries and shouted in the direction of the crucible, “My baby, my baby, don’t attack my cauldron.”
Kugath threw away all the flasks he was carrying and cast a powerful sorcery, escaping the Imperial siege.
He ran to the cauldron as fast as he could.
The Plague Carriers have failed, they have been slaughtered by humans, and those that remain have been surrounded and will soon meet the same fate.
Human priests used their faith to suppress the power of the demons, and a large amount of artillery fire covered the direction where the crucible was.
Those shells were specially made, filled with blessed prayers and fragments of black stone with anti-warp force fields.
The crucible is crumbling.
A rising green mist protected it from harm.
But the mist is thinning rapidly.
"I ask you to stop attacking and not harm the crucible of my father, mortal." Kugath's body was full of holes and wounds, but he still ran towards the crucible, trying to protect it.
The humans responded to Ku'gath's words with even more intense artillery fire, trying to destroy the crucible before Ku'gath could.
"Go to hell, I hate you." Kugath shouted, his abdomen squirming, and then a large amount of mucus, maggots, bile and half-digested bones spewed out from his big mouth.
"Holy Emperor, please protect us."
"Holy Emperor, please protect us."
The priests held incense burners in their hands, raised prayer flags, and shouted fanatically.
The barrier formed by the golden flames blocked the filthy attack and turned it into clean steam that dissipated into the air.
Kugath showed an angry expression and raised his weapon.
"I hate those bastards who always pray to God for strength. I'm going to beat you up."
As he spoke, the Crucible's defenses were stretched to their limit.
Accompanied by a strong golden light, the crucible exploded, turning into an invisible shock wave that overturned demons and humans.
Kugath yelled No! No! No!
The Titan he had just gotten rid of came after him again and launched a devastating attack at him again.
The power spear pierced Ku'gath's body.
The giant laser cannon fired at his fat head.
There are also missiles and melta shells.
The Crucible was destroyed.
Kugath's power was also weakened.
He didn't hold on for long before he was executed by the Titans, and his huge body was blown to pieces.
Unfortunately, Kugath did not receive a true death and he fled back to the garden.
The Crucible was destroyed and the demons no longer had the power to resist.
Imperial forces launched a final massacre.
The Sisters of Silence brandished their weapons and charged in the front.
Countless demons were frightened and fled or committed suicide.
Being killed by the Sisters of Silence is true death.
The warp storm subsided.
Without the help of the God of Plague, the enemies in the void were quickly defeated.
The Empire's ships quickly destroyed those flesh and blood ships with their powerful firepower.
Without the power of the warp, it would be difficult for those flesh and blood ships to repair themselves in the void.
Some of the ships escaped.
More ships were torn apart by the fury of the Imperial captains.
A large amount of debris was scattered in the void.
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On the ruins of the tower.
Chagatai, who was infected with the plague, was unable to speak. The things previously implanted in his body were working, fighting the plague and maintaining his life.
Guilliman had long been on guard against all of Mortarion's tactics.
The original plan had been for Fikris and Ventris to conduct the sting operation.
There is a huge gap in combat power between Primarchs and non-Primarchs.
Even after undergoing a second Primaris upgrade, it was still destined to be unable to compete with Mortarion.
The plague controlled by the other party was listed by Guilliman as the top priority target that needed to be solved.
To this end, the power armor has a certain anti-subspace function, which can weaken the plague blessing of the God of Plague and prolong the user's life as much as possible.
Chahetai felt unprecedented pain, and every cell in his body was wailing.
The virus seeped into his soul, intending to drag him toward the Garden of the Plague God.
Just when Mortarion thought the situation was settled.
The shock wave from the destruction of the crucible also reached here.
Mortarion turned his head and looked in that direction, his face filled with shock and fear.
The flames burned fiercely, illuminating the entire sky.
The black smoke billowed up and could be clearly seen even dozens of kilometers away.
The dark clouds in the sky are also dispersing, and fresh air is blowing slowly.
The creeping darkness is retreating.
The flesh and blood covering the buildings was also dying, turning into ash and dissipating into the air.
The connection between Yinx and the Warp is weakening.
Realizing that the plan had been pushed to the final stage, Chagatai tried to raise his head.
He has managed to hold on until now thanks to the armor that possesses the most advanced technology of the Empire and the tenacious soul he has gained from long-term battles in the Warp.
"You are as foolish as ever, Mortarion. If you had seen how Magnus was manipulated by Guilliman, you would not be so arrogant. Everything you did was within his expectations, using an unknown plague to try to gain victory, and making arrogant declarations of victory."
"Impossible." Mortarion said angrily, "If he is so powerful, did he foresee that you would fall into my hands? Let him come to save you, let him come. I can kill you now. No one can save you, Jaghatai."
Mortarion raised his scythe, attempting to deal the final blow to Jaghatai.
"You have no chance, Mortarion. Yincus will be the end of you." Jaghatai activated the scimitar in his hand.
Golden lines spread across the wide blade.
Releases brilliant golden light.
The extremely mysterious power was brought here.
In shock, Mortarion felt his body being clamped by an invisible force.
The Empire has been researching the project of using lighthouse devices to leverage the power of faith.
In order to create a weapon capable of killing demons, Guilliman and Cawl comprehensively integrated Warp sorcery, C'tan technology, and Guilliman's own technology to create an anti-magic weapon similar to the Sword of the Emperor.
Simply having anti-magic weapons is not enough.
Weapons can drive away enemies, but there is no way to catch them.
The Daemon Primarch possesses the ability to escape into the Warp at any time.
If we want to capture Mortarion, we have to find a way to sever his connection with the Warp.
This is a very difficult thing to do.
For this purpose, the Holy Blade was developed.
In addition to being an arcane weapon, the patterns on the blade are also miniaturized lighthouse structure circuits that can leverage the power of faith and form shackles to imprison Mortarion.
The only drawback is that you need to be close enough to ensure success.
Before launching a full-scale counterattack against Yinkes, the Empire conducted a comprehensive study.
A plan was devised to attack from two fronts, ensuring that Mortarion had nowhere to escape.
"He anticipated your escape. The failure of Perturabo and Fulgrim must have made you alert and ready to escape at any time." After prying the Emperor's power into a cage, Chagatai felt a little better.
The reason why Mortarion's plague caused such great damage was largely due to the power of the God of Plague.
As long as the power of the God of Plague can be expelled, the damage caused by the plague itself to Chagatai can be repaired.
The damaged armor also started the nano-repair program, and each component returned to normal one by one.
"No." Mortarion roared. He tried to move his body, but found that no matter how hard he tried, his body was firmly clamped by the golden light.
That terrible will severed his connection with the garden.
Even the god of plague could not save him.
There is only a slight possibility unless the curtain between reality and illusion no longer exists.
"You are under arrest, fool," Jaghatai said. "Do you hear the Emperor's Song? Your father awaits you on Terra."
"No." Mortarion's voice trembled. "Don't take me back."
"Why not? Ten thousand years ago, didn't you want to enter the palace? You are about to get your wish, Mortarion."
The sound of the gunboat's engine was heard, and the Grey Knights, who had been prepared for a long time, filed out of the gunboat one after another.
They brought with them a force field device powerful enough to imprison the Primarch.
Jaghatai watched the Grey Knights' movements.
Mortarion was stuffed into the force field while screaming, and was transported into the gunship by the machine slaves using industrial mechanical arms.
Now, all that was needed was to transport Mortarion back to Terra, and that would be a true victory.
Jaghatai decided to take Mortarion back to Terra first to meet Guilliman, and then return to his home planet to take a look.
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The Death's Wrath strike cruiser belongs to the Flesh Tearers Chapter.
Chapter Master Seth refused to accept Primaris technology.
He believed that Guilliman had evil intentions and intended to usurp the position of the Emperor.
After the Battle of Baal, the Flesh Tearers took a short break to repair their ships, and then Seth led the remaining warriors away from Baal to hunt down the remaining Zerg.
When the chapter was formed, the genes of the Flesh Tearers mutated.
Making them extremely susceptible to Black Rage and Blood Thirst.
As a result, many soldiers were assigned to the Death Company.
The Flesh Tearers' home planet, Krytasia, was unable to provide enough troops.
If this continues, the Flesh Tearers will inevitably be wiped out and eventually cancelled by the Empire.
At one point, Seth wanted to use a glorious death to bring a dignified end to the Flesh Tearers.
To this end, Seth led the Flesh Tearers to various battlefields, fighting alone to redeem the Flesh Tearers' bad reputation.
When Bal asked for help, he brought all the remaining warriors to participate in the battle.
It is undoubtedly to fulfill the oath made in the past.
When Seth learned that the Flesh Tearers might be destroyed, he made a vow.
"If the Flesh Tearers are destined to disappear, then people should remember them in the future, not fear them."
Now, Seth felt that his idea was no longer possible.
There is no chance of an honorable death for the Flesh Tearers.
The annihilation of a regiment would be considered a disgrace in this day and age.
The implantation surgery for old-style Space Marines is extremely dangerous, and the seeds must be strictly screened. Only a small number of people can survive the surgery and become Space Marines.
Compared with today's original casting surgery, which has almost a 100% success rate, it is completely different.
The number of Primaris warriors in the Empire is now very large.
Many old-style Space Marines chose to upgrade to Primaris, thereby gaining more powerful strength and accepting new changes.
People like Seth who resist change are like ghosts of a bygone era, slowly losing their influence.
In the dark side of the Imperium, beyond the reach of the Emperor's Astronomican, there are extremely large numbers of Primaris Chapters active.
Guilliman reformed the Imperial military system. The number of newly established chapters far exceeded that of the past, and the original number limit of chapters was also relaxed.
If war requires, the regiment can be expanded to more than 10,000 people with the approval of the star zone military affairs department.
One can imagine how many Primaris warriors are active in the Empire today.
The Flesh Tearers led by Seth encountered several chapters while hunting the Zerg.
The other side relied on their Primaris bodies and large friendly forces to crush the Zerg or Aliens.
The Flesh Tearers had just completed the declaration of war and were preparing for airborne operations.
They have already won the victory by relying on large-scale teleportation technology and absolute firepower.
This was undoubtedly a huge setback for the Flesh Tearers.
The new era is developing rapidly, and those who fail to adapt in time will be eliminated.
"Perhaps we should face up to the development of this new era." After experiencing several consecutive blows, the chief priest of the Flesh Tearers said at the chapter meeting: "If we continue like this, we will not even be able to defeat the Astra Militarum. Look at their equipment, all of which are exoskeletons, hover tanks, and knights working together."
"The era of Space Marines has passed. Now belongs to the era of Primaris. If we cannot adapt to the changes, we will be eliminated."
"We only have 200 warriors. In the past, this was a force that could not be underestimated. But now, the enemy has deployed more than 1,000 Primaris warriors in a single battle, and several Astra Militarum regiments to assist in the battle. We are not even qualified to participate in a standard battle, and can only fight alone on the periphery."
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Seth stood alone in the shadow of the statue of Sanguinius, recalling in his mind the speeches of the Chapter Council.
Compared to the rapid development of other chapters, the Flesh Tearers and other traditional chapters are about to be forgotten by the world.
Some people were tempted.
They long to utilize Guilliman's technology to regenerate the Flesh Tearers Chapter.
As long as they become Primaris Warriors, the Flesh Tearers can overcome their Bloodthirst and Black Rage, making them a popular Chapter.
You no longer have to worry about supplying troops, and you can have the assistance of a large number of friendly forces.
Being able to penetrate enemy-controlled planets within an hour, reclaiming worlds for the Empire and adding more merits to the Chapter.
But Seth believed that such a rebirth would be a blasphemy against the Emperor's creation.
Without the Bloodthirst and the Black Rage, is the Son of Sanguinius still the Son of Sanguinius
That was just a group of Ultramarines called Flesh Tearers.
Seth would never allow such a thing to happen in his own chapter.
Stepping out of the shadows, in the dim room, Seth went straight to his armory.
In the long corridor, candles were only lit in a few places.
More places were shrouded in darkness.
This environment did not cause any trouble to Seth.
Space Marines possess extraordinary senses and can see easily in the dark.
Walking down the corridor, Seth placed his hand on the biological detection device in front of the heavy metal door.
The smooth panel hummed as the confirmation chime sounded.
The door slowly opened.
The hidden piston mechanism hissed.
Walk to the center of the room.
A stasis field was glowing blue in the darkness.
His Terminator armor was suspended there.
This set of armor has been passed down for more than three hundred years and was left by Seth's predecessor.
The scars of war above represent the exploits of the Flesh Tearers and embody their traditions and spirit.
Those Chapters that obeyed Guilliman betrayed their traditions and were without honour.
"If we must vanish as a relic of a bygone era, the Flesh Tearers choose to die with honor. Let Guilliman choke on his own decrees. The Flesh Tearers will never yield to him. Dante, that fool, will be spit upon by the Archangel when he dies."
Seth punched the wall beside him, his eyes full of anger.
Guilliman changed everything, and no one cared.
When everything created by the Emperor and the Archangels is forgotten and changed, it will be natural for him to seize power in the Empire.
What’s the difference between such behavior and betrayal!
Seth would not compromise with such betrayal.
The Flesh Tearers will be the last Chapter to defend the glory of the Archangel Sanguinius.
Footsteps were heard and the chief priest of the chapter walked in from outside.
"Captain, the Chapter needs you to direct our destination?"
"Go to Prospero. Dante is there. Trying to capture Magnus won't be an easy task. Even if he has received the Primaris upgrade, it will be difficult for him to fight against a Primarch. The Flesh Tearers can get the final honorable death. I will meet Dante there for the last time and spit on his betrayal of the Archangel." Seth said.
If the Flesh Tearers are ghosts of the past, then let them go with the past.
Seth couldn't change these people's minds.
The only thing left was to leave with sincerity to the Archangel and absolute loyalty to the Emperor.
The Flesh Tearers will fight to the bitter end.
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“I will have my revenge.”
Magnus sat on his throne and gazed at the stars, his psionic empire growing.
The entire star region has been brought under his control.
A steady stream of psykers, cultists, and traitors came from all directions, fleeing the persecution of the Empire and seeking a true alliance.
Each of these guys who surrendered hated the empire with a vengeance and wanted to completely destroy that damned human empire.
The Wizard Star has formed a twin system with Prospero.
Magnus will use these two planets to leverage even more powerful forces.
Guilliman excels at operations.
Magnus knew very well that if he wanted to defeat Guilliman he should not compete with him in development.
He is good at witchcraft.
Using sorcery to fight Guilliman is the clearest option.
Using the mystical arts of predicting the future and daemon intelligence, Magnus has gradually pieced together Guilliman's intentions.
This guy is crazier than the Emperor.
Not only did he ask people to build webways, he also asked them to build channels to other universes, hoping to use these means to free humans from the control of the gods.
The Emperor's madness led him to sit on the Golden Throne and suffer torture.
Magnus was looking forward to what price Guilliman would pay for such arrogance.