The Sun King's Evidence

"I won't allow you to hurt the legion commander!" At the moment Fulgen was about to despair, a cowardly but brave voice echoed on the battlefield.

Fulgrim's eyes widened.

It's a halfling harpy!

The brave halfling actually broke through the death shroud's blockade under unknown circumstances and appeared behind Mortarion.

The short halfling's strength was only at the peak of the legend. He didn't know magic, and his wrist strength was indescribably strong. But he appeared, and Habibi was trembling under Mortarion's power. However, he put the weapon in his hand The elf sword was pointed directly behind the demon primarch, like a hen guarding her young in front of an eagle, terrified, but still brave and fearless!

Mortarion looked angry and extremely contemptuous of this. He was even more excited than when Fulgrim was sarcastic. The demon primarch waved the Plague Scythe vigorously, and the respirator alarm and his voice sounded one after another: " Just you? Just a dwarf like you, you are worthy of challenging me? What am I? I am the Lord of the Fourteenth Legion. I am the fatherly Daemon Primarch. I am the fighter of the people! You want to challenge me too? I?"

"Habi doesn't know that much!" The elf sword in the halfling's hand pierced Mortarion's defense circle and shattered into pieces like glass. But Habi was not surprised at all. The halfling's The voice was decisive and resolute: "Habi only knows that the commander of the army has brought Habi glory. He has always treated Habi sincerely. Habi is willing to die for him, yes!"

"For that autocratic tyrant? For his pale lies?!" Mortarion was furious, and it easily swung the Plague Scythe and swiped it.

The halfling's body was cut into two pieces in the air, and the Plague Scythe was once again stained with blood.

Not even the dwarves' mithril armor could stop Mortarion's Plague Scythe.

And Habi seemed to know his own ending. At the last moment of his life, the halfling looked at his beloved legion commander and showed a big smile.

"No! Harpy... no!" Fulgrim tried hard to stand up, but he was too injured. As soon as he got up, he immediately knelt on the ground. The original son of the Emperor could only look at the captain of his scout team. His life was lost at the hands of his brother: "No... this shouldn't be... you should go back to Mutt and enjoy the rest of your life..."

Big drops of the original's blood fell to the ground. Fulgrim supported himself with Sotek's spear. He suddenly felt pain in his chest, very painful.

"Habi is very happy to follow the Legion Commander! Because the price given by the Legion Commander is very suitable!"

"Legion Commander, you are such a good person! Those annoying empire people use Hapi as a tool, but you are the only one who really respects Habi!"

"Habi is here. He has completed his mission and stole the Ancient Holy Slate and the secret treasure for Mr. Fulgen! How will Mr. Fulgen reward Habi?"

"Habi's ideal? I just want to go back to Mutt to get married after finishing this job. The windmills, fields and pies there are where Hubby's destination is, and that's where Hubby's home is."

Is this the feeling Guilliman experienced on the Emperor's Pride?

Apart from his body, what was cut into two pieces along with the halfling was his cauldron.

The halfling cauldron bomb exploded, and the extremely high temperature and strong adhesion of the burning sticky substance caused Mortarion to encounter a little trouble. But in addition to the physical trouble, the greater blow came from the mind. The demon primarch was hysterical. Roared: "Why? Why would you have someone willing to die for you? Why? He is obviously your tool, but he has just become a stepping stone for your ambition!"

"This is you, Mortarion, who has surrendered to the evil of the warp, while crying, cursing and hating psykers, constantly preaching that all loyalty is false, and speaking from the bottom of your heart. The earth yearns for love and loyalty, claiming that its tenacity and will are unmatched, while at the same time succumbing to the threat of disease and corruption and begging Nurgle for mercy." Fulgrim's face was burning with the fire of hatred, and the Emperor The Primarch, Son of the Emperor, said sarcastically: "You will never understand the meaning of sacrifice and love, ever."

"I don't need to understand, I just need to know that I, Mortarion, am the democratic fighter of the galaxy, the symbol of freedom and democracy and the hope of hundreds of trillions of humans who are enslaved and exploited by the Carrion Emperor!" Mortarion was furious! Continue your attack!

A blue light flashed across the sky.

At first, Fulgrim and Mortarion didn't pay attention. Fulgrim, who was seriously injured, wanted to stand up and fight the enemy, but he was almost out of strength. Fulgrim knew that if this continued in a few rounds, he would completely fail.

Mortarion raised his Plague Scythe again, and it seemed that Fulgrim's defeat was inevitable.

The blue ball of light fell rapidly. At the moment when Mortarion's war scythe approached Fulgrim, the ball of light stopped in front of Fulgrim, and a pale sharp blade blocked Mortarion's plague war scythe.

"What?!" The devil's original body was stunned for a moment, and he instinctively wrapped himself with huge wings again and retreated.

A blue beam of light enveloped the visitor. Surrounded by large waves of subspace energy, blue flames swirled and danced around the visitor. In the cold and gloomy atmosphere, some kind of supreme existence descended, and it spit out In one breath, the hot Lustria turned into the cold Nagaros, distant, cold, and dead.

The Supreme Being emerged from the flames.

This is a person who wears fire as his robe, soul stone as his crown, his whole body is purple, and is inlaid with ancient runes. His face is cruel and cold, masculine and feminine, and has the beauty of both. He shares the bravery of a warrior and the strategy of a wise man. His figure flickers like a ghost, with one hand holding the symbol representing the eternal soul, and the other hand holding the Sword of Ten Thousand Souls.

The supreme being looked at the demon primarch coldly, spitting out an ancient Eldar symbol from his mouth, and the divine power filled with the breath of death and the power of cold and freezing instantly enveloped Mortarion.

The original powerful plague and corrupt spiritual energy of the demon primarch actually began to dissolve in the face of the supreme being. If the power of Nurgle means the balance formed in endless corruption and rebirth, then the power of this supreme being means Complete death and another form of transformation made Mortarion extremely unhappy. Almost in an instant, he immediately waved the Plague Scythe and started fighting with the comer!

"That's..." Fulgrim put one hand on the ground, still trying to stand up. The original son of the Emperor tried to gather his strength: "That seems to be..."

Two people suddenly appeared next to the original body of the Emperor's Son. They were dressed in strange costumes, one on the left and one on the right, protecting the injured Fulgrim.

A warrior is covered in red armor. He wears a crimson pointed-winged helmet with a sky-blue cloak swaying behind him. He holds the legendary Asu'val and the Howling Sword in his hand.

The other one is more like a prophet than a warrior. She wears a tight-fitting rune battle suit with red top and black bottom and a crimson floor-length skirt. She holds the Sword of Eternal Mourning in her hand. Her face is fierce, cold and cruel, but she also has a unique wild beauty. What is peculiar is her hair. The white hair on both sides is cleanly shaved. Only the long hair on the top and back of the head is raised into a braid and fixed with a semicircular eight-pointed headdress.

"It's you!" Fulgrim finally recognized the identities of the trio, and the Emperor's Sons Primarch was very surprised: "Why are you here?"

Incarn, the incarnation of the Eldar God of Death!

The Eldar Death God’s Chosen One, Inani!

The Eldar Death Champion, Thousand Faces!

"The Imperium of Man, allies, the Army of the Dead, come at the request of the reborn Carrion God. We strike forth, not for revenge - but in pursuit of a light that only appears when all other hope fades." The Death Champion Qian Mian said calmly, and then he joined the battle. The Death Shrouds rushed up and fought with the Death Champion. After the long journey and the baptism of the subspace storm, the Death Shrouds were already in a sluggish state due to local suppression. Immediately gained the upper hand in the battle and killed two of Mortarion's bodyguards.

"Your father and brothers want to come and rescue you, but our great enemy has sealed the passage. Only the power of Jena can allow us to reach here through the webway." Inani, the God of Death, spoke, and the Eldar The young lady's voice was also very cold. She glanced disdainfully at the defeated and proud purple and gold rooster, and opened the folding fan: "Thank you brother."

"It's unimaginable. Is it... Guilliman?" Fulgrim covered the wound with his hand, gasping for breath: "It's really... him..."

"If he hadn't taken the initiative to come to me and put down his dignity as the imperial regent in a world of ice and snow to beg me, we wouldn't have agreed to come here." The little civet at Inani's feet meowed, and Inani lightly He softly recited a prophecy: "One phoenix is ​​about to fall, and another phoenix is ​​about to rise."

Fulgrim noticed that speaking of Guilliman Inani seemed a little uncomfortable, and she covered her face with a fan.

Ha~ interesting.

"At least now, our destinies are closely linked!" Inani noticed the change in Fulgrim's expression, and quickly raised her old woman's sword - the Sword of Eternal Mourning, to protect Fulgrim behind her and deal with the oncoming attackers. Death Shroud: "In addition to these, we also bring a gift. You have a special delivery, the former Daemon Prince of Slaanesh."

Before Fulgrim could ask any more questions, a mournful groan came from the battlefield where Mortarion and the incarnation of death were fighting. Inkarn was looming in the cold air of death.

All the dead souls around are rushing towards the incarnation of the God of Death and becoming part of its power. Inkarn flashes back and forth on the battlefield, a silver light and a golden light, turning into icy snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Mortarion was not in a hurry. The more fierce the attack of the incarnation of death, the calmer he became. The devil's original body continued to neutralize the offensive of the incarnation of death. As the giant scythe danced wildly, the defensive counterattacks one after another were extremely fierce. , and even more so that the incarnation of Death can only use flash to constantly avoid the edge of the demon original body!

"Only you, a fragment of a fallen racial god, are trying to defeat me?" Mortarion's scythe of plague clashed with the death incarnation's sword of souls. The unparalleled power of both sides made the ground tremble. .

However, after all, Mortarion was superior in strength and endurance. The tenacious demon primarch gradually pushed the incarnation of death away, and then used the long handle to hit Inkarn directly on the chest. The incarnation of death was hit hard in the chest. Pieces of blue sparks exploded, and even something similar to glass was shattered, leaving a lot of debris. He staggered back, and when he was about to flash, Mortarion immediately raised his other hand and fiercely Blow the head of the incarnation of Death.

"Ugh!" The incarnation of Death was hit by this blow and spun rapidly in the air like a top. Finally, when Mortarion's war scythe fell, he reluctantly activated Flash and fled immediately.

As Fulgrim clutched his wound, the Primarch of the Emperor's Son thought that this incarnation of the Eldar Death was weaker than imagined.

The incarnation of Death flashed behind Mortarion in an instant. His eyes flashed and his spiritual power was activated. All the souls of the undead and subspace energy on the surrounding battlefield surged towards Inkarn.

Then, a blue pillar of flame struck Mortarion directly from behind.

A wave of energy-gathering flames hit the back of the demonic original body. This was the power of Jena, the Eldar God of Death!

Mortarion immediately turned around and once again wrapped his wings around himself, making a defensive gesture.

Absolute defensive circle!

The light became more and more violent and intense, bombarding Mortarion's absolute defense circle. The incarnation of Death increased its intensity, and Mortarion also used all his power. Dense cracks appeared again on the absolute defense circle. Both sides Start an all-out confrontation!

Fulgrim wanted to join the fight, but he had no choice but to kneel on one knee to recover as quickly as possible.

In the end, Mortarion's powerful recovery ability, famous tenacity and constant psychic power once again won the victory.

The power of the incarnation of Death was almost exhausted, and it was unable to break through Mortarion's absolute defense circle.

But at this moment, the incarnation of the God of Death suddenly screamed. He stretched out his hand in the air and shot the last remaining power into the sky. A golden phoenix appeared from the sky and gained energy. Sweeping down at extremely high speed, the fire of the phoenix spread all over.

Immediately afterwards, the incarnation of Death flashed out and avoided the Plague Scythe named Silent Scythe in Mortarion's hand.

The golden phoenix flew towards Fulgrim at high speed, and then attached to Fulgrim's golden power sword - Glory. In the endless light and flames, Glory was recast.

"Your father, the God-Emperor used a sword you once forged to forge this brand new weapon. You know how to use it." Inani, the God of Death, wielded the Sword of Eternal Mourning and the Shrouds of Death. fighting.

"Father reforged the Sword of Fire." Two tears fell on Fulgrim's chest. The original son of the Emperor stretched out his hand and grasped the new weapon "Phoenix Blade" that was constantly burning and releasing amazing heat in the fire of reforging. ": "This is the weapon Ferus once forged for me. He said it was his most perfect work, the 'Perfect Sword'."

Powerful flames flowed into Fulgrim's body, a warm and severe power.

The Sunfire Amulet lit up again, and streams of pure fervent fire were transmitted from the amulet to the blade, and Sanguinius's voice sounded: "I give you all my power, brother!"

Fulgrim raised his sword and placed the Phoenix Blade on his chest. The flames burned in front of him. The Emperor's Son seized the opportunity and leaped directly towards Mortarion.

"!!!" Mortarion was shocked that Fulgrim had actually recovered his fighting power. He immediately gave up on continuing to struggle with the incarnation of death, and at the same time opened the absolute defense circle again.

The Phoenix Blade bombarded the surface of the defensive circle, and the Phoenix Fire and Fulgrim's crazy roar formed an unstoppable force.

This time, he won't fail again!

There was a loud noise, and the earth shook. Numerous cracks appeared on the absolute defense circle, until it was completely shattered like glass. The flames and bright white hot light on the Phoenix Blade finally overwhelmed the power of the demon original body. A rush of energy emerged from the blade, sweeping away all the filth in front of it with extraordinary power.

The absolute defense circle is broken!

The psychic storm and flames on the blade instantly swept through Mortarion, smashing his plague censer, Barbarian armor, and Nurgle's blessing cloth to pieces! The burning and roaring flames penetrated into the demon's body, making a sizzling sound like fire cooking oil!

"Ahhhhh!" Mortarion's scream was not as fast as his retreat. The demon primarch almost did not hesitate to use all his remaining strength to push away quickly: "This is not fair! You cheated! brother!"

Fulgrim's blow severely injured Mortarion, but he himself reached his limit and was unable to launch a powerful pursuit. Instead, he knelt on the ground again: "Mortarion, you bastard!"

"That's enough, Mortarion, don't be stubborn anymore!" Sanguinius's shadow appeared on the battlefield, and he softly advised Mortarion: "Come back, the Empire needs you, and we need you too! "

"No!" Mortarion shook his head violently: "I won't listen to you, you annoying eagle boy, do you want me to go back and humiliate me with your beautiful wings? In front of everyone, including my father? I tell you, never! I will not return to that dictator's command, I will bring freedom and democracy to the entire universe, in the name of my loving father!"

After saying that, Mortarion suddenly flew a distance, and then concentrated all his power to draw a rift in space and time. The demon primarch signaled his descendants to retreat immediately, and at the same time shouted at Sanguinius: "If you have the ability, come with me to my loving father's domain and have a fair fight. Relying on strength to suppress and defeat me here is nothing. Sanguinius, do you have the guts? Or are you worried that you will be like the one you were forced to take? Are you going to be defeated by me just like Russ? If you have the guts, come over here! Let's go to the Plague Star and have a good fight!"

"Stop, Mortarion, you will be sucked into the turbulence of the giant warp storm!" Sanguinius shouted anxiously.

"That's enough, let this bastard go. I'm serious..." Fulgrim motioned to Sanguinius to stop shouting. The original body of the Emperor's Son was completely exhausted today. He felt like he was about to faint, but he No, because he still has things to do.

Mortarion rushed head-on into the rift of time and space regardless, and the Deathshrouds retreated en masse. Finally, there was Typhons, who tried his best to eat a ray from the engine of the lizardmen gods and forcibly followed his genetic father to escape. .

As Mortarion fled, the battlefield was in chaos.

But today, on the ruins of Kostantinye, everyone will witness something.

Phoenix rises.

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