Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 94: The Corruption of the Primarch
After the Battle of So, the Primarch fought against the Great Unclean One Rotigus.

Rottigos waved his towering rotten flesh and fat, which made him more imposing than the original body. In the eyes of any intelligent creature, a huge body means powerful strength, and they will naturally fear enemies who are stronger and taller than themselves.

The huge, rusty, and strange cross-shaped weapon was swung and chopped down by Rotigus, accompanied by a sharp explosion sound caused by friction with the air.

The blow struck the Primarch's feet, and a huge irregular hole instantly appeared in the solid bedrock of the ground. Mud splashed everywhere like charging bullets, hitting the Primarch's sturdy armor with amazing defensive power, making a "ding-dong" sound.

The Primarch fought back without showing any weakness. He adjusted his huge body in the air and stomped heavily on the cross weapon with his feet, pressing one end of the weapon into the rock.

Step on the rusty cross sickle, step over the swollen and decayed arms of Rotigus, and avoid the gushing poisonous gases and corrosive green water.

The Primarch's God-King's Blade slashed across Rotigus' neck at an extremely tricky angle.

However, the battle-hardened demon is not so easy to defeat. This is definitely the most powerful enemy Garen has ever encountered.

The left arm with hard claws was across the neck, and the sharp sword blade collided with the broken claw, creating a series of sparks.

woohoo-

There was a rapid whistling of wind in my ears, and a huge shadow covered the Primarch's body. The cross sickle, which was rusty but harder than fine gold, swept across the Primarch from the left side with an unmatched sweeping posture, slashing towards the Primarch's waist and abdomen in an attempt to split the Primarch in two.

The Hand of Domination embedded in the gauntlet on his left arm spewed out flames, and after a short burst of rapid shooting, the huge power of the explosive bomb successfully caused this weapon that was imbued with the evil magic of the subspace to deviate from its trajectory.

The Primarch also used the impact of the explosion of the bomb and his swift sword to cut a deep gash in Rotigus' chest so deep that the bone was visible.

However, the Primarch was not feeling well either.

The Nurgle demons are indeed difficult to deal with. Their bodies are almost like mobile virus tanks. The flesh and blood and even the gases that fill their bodies are hundreds of times more powerful than the most toxic toxins in the world.

Unexpectedly, a pool of hot, smelly soup spurted out of the wound like a fountain, spraying the original body in the face.

呲呲呲——

White smoke immediately rose from his face. When the Primarch's huge body fell to the ground, the white smoke slowly dissipated. The Astartes watching the battle nearby were all nervous.

Their Primarch's entire face was corroded by Nurgle's toxins, leaving only white bones and eyeballs drooping from their sockets.

"Hahahaha, how does father's medicine taste?"

Looking at the miserable state of the Primarch, Rotigs laughed crazily. The stacked rocks under his feet shook and exploded in his laughter, and a huge round pit burst directly into the dark green high-altitude clouds.

Rotigus was very proud. The head was the lifeline of most physical creatures. Even the demigod Primarch was no exception. If the head was cut off, the person would still die, unless he was a damned immortal.

It was obvious that the Primarch of the II Legion was not Immortal.

Rotigus lowered his towering body and stretched out his fat claws, ready to take the primarch's corpse back.

brush--!
A sharp sword flashed, and a huge crescent-shaped slash emitting a deep blue light passed through the side of his cheek, instantly creating a cut.

Under Rotigus's surprised gaze, the Primarch who was supposed to be dead began to move.

He began to spin on the spot like a spinning top, the sharp blade cutting through the air and interacting with the Primarch's own warp ability. A storm of blades, carrying an unparalleled momentum, shattered Rotigus' entire right arm into pieces.

"Ahhh——!" Rotigus let out a sharp wail of pain, and his towering corrupt body stumbled backward. The evil magic of the Warp began to take effect as he screamed.

The livestock gave birth to deformed young, until the land was filled with twisted screams and slimy, twisted creatures. All plants and animals swelled with strange fecundity, and a torrent of foul sewage washed over the land.

Like a fearless death squad, they jumped towards the crescent-shaped slash coming towards Rotigus, using their short and fragile lives to provide their creator with terrifying sword skills that could kill them instantly.

Finally, the Blade Storm ended, killing countless alien creatures, and Fentian's passive skill also replenished the lost health.

The Primarch really loves this kind of opponent who can summon followers. Not only can they provide him with a steady supply of health packs, but they can also stack layers of Heart of Steel.

Comparable to the Tyranids!!!
On the other side, the Great Unclean One Rotigus, who had lost an arm, did not feel frustrated because he was at a disadvantage in the fight. On the contrary, he held up his huge body like a mountain and stared at the tiny Primarch with pride.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Rotigs began a new round of roaring.

The evil magic of the Warp danced wildly around his body, and his laughter was filled with the power of evil magic, causing his horrifying sound waves to sweep across the sky, destroying everything around him. Air waves gushed out violently, setting off a devastating super storm on the surface.

He was so excited and thrilled that he had to vent the pent-up emotions in his body through this kind of horrific large-scale destruction.

His evil plan had succeeded, and his father would be proud of him, and the lovely Nurglings would sing hymns around him, and his fame would be sung forever in his father's back garden.

"What are you barking at?"

Rotigus's crazy behavior aroused the suspicion of the Primarch. He didn't know what was going on with this ugly fat man.

This time, Rotigus was not angry about the Primarch's insults, because they would become friendly colleagues in the future.

"Please forgive my rudeness, my future sibling."

He said quite politely.

The Primarch frowned, his intuition telling him that Rotigs was plotting something.

Suddenly, an unprecedented severe pain came from my neck.

The Primarch slapped his hand on his neck in horror.

Puff——

A disgusting mass of green plasma exploded, and the five fingers were covered with dirty, rotten flesh and blood, and there was an unknown syringe that was broken into pieces.

"What did you inject me with!"

As he spoke, the plague toxin was injected into the Primarch's body, his blood vessels turned black, and a thick poisonous mist began to spew out of his mouth.

The poison was so terrifying that even Rotigs had to take a few steps back.

(End of this chapter)