Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Feeling the terrifying power coming from the Emperor's Sword, Mortarion's hateful face showed shock for the first time.

As a demon prince who had already ascended to the devil, Mortarion should have crushed Gawain, the new Primarch who came out of nowhere, in all aspects!

But in fact, the two were evenly matched.

At a certain moment in the battle, Mortarion even felt a trace of fear of death from his cheap brother.

Although the fear only lasted for a moment, it still made the proud demon prince feel extremely humiliated.

For the demon prince, only the blood of the enemy can wash away the shame!

The son of plague poured all his strength into the sickle of death. Under the nourishment of the power of Nurgle, the viruses and fungi wrapped in the sickle of death began to enter an active state.

Every swing of the sickle of death can make countless viruses and spores overflow into the air!

These vicious creations containing the power of Nurgle infect everything in the physical universe. Even the powerful Primarchs have become a little sluggish under the erosion of the virus.

This insignificant slowness can sometimes turn into a fatal crisis.

Plague and virus are Mortarion's advantages. As the enemy of the Plague Child, Gawain will never allow this advantage to continue to expand.

The Primarch raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and a bright golden light flashed in his pupils! Accompanied by a suffocating sense of oppression, golden psychic energy like the sun rushed into the Emperor's Sword.

In an instant, the blazing Emperor's Fire fell from the sky.

The Emperor's Fire can restrain all chaotic forces, and the viruses and spores released by Mortarion are essentially a manifestation of chaotic power.

In front of the burning Emperor's Fire, the vicious creatures containing the power of Nurgle quickly melted away like white snow in early spring.

"Motarion, it has been 10,000 years since the Horus Heresy, but you are still a pure iron waste!" The Primarch's voice was full of sarcasm.

The word "waste" has a special meaning to Mortarion. Whenever he hears these two words, the Plague Son will fall into a rage involuntarily.

"How dare you insult the great Plague Son like this!" Mortarion's ugly face was full of anger, "In the name of my loving father, I will make you pay the price!"

Facing the furious Plague Son, Gawain's expression remained calm.

The Primarch used the Emperor's Sword in his hand to sweep away the ghostly Death Scythe. At the moment when the two clashed, Gawain's voice reached Mortarion's ears again.

"How can this be considered an insult?" The Primarch smiled evilly, "When Typhons sold you to Nurgle, this can be called an insult!"

Gawain paused, "It's not that there have been traitors among the descendants of other Primarchs, but you are the first one who sold his father like Typhons."

[Typhons], the biggest stain in Mortarion's ten thousand years of life.

This man was once the second captain of the Death Guard. On the eve of the end of the Horus Heresy, Typhons sent his gene father and the entire Death Guard into the realm of the evil god Nurgle.

The generous father cast his gaze on the Death Guard. Under the torture of disease and plague, the Death Guard finally fell into the arms of the father.

Typhons' existence made Mortarion the biggest joke among all the Primarchs.

Mortarion had great respect for the generous father, but he wanted to get rid of Typhons as soon as possible.

The Primarch's ridicule successfully poked Mortarion's lungs! In an instant, the anger like a tide overwhelmed reason.

In the case of extreme anger, the attack of the Plague Son became more fierce! But corresponding to it, it was a move full of flaws.

When Mortarion swung the scythe of death to chop at the Primarch again, Gawain seized the fleeting flaw of the Plague Son.

The Emperor's Sword, flashing with deep blue light, cut open the Scythe of Death, and stabbed straight into Mortarion's chest in the horrified eyes of other Plague Marines.

The sharp Emperor's Sword easily tore open the [Barbarus Armor], and left a hideous scar deep enough to see the bone on the hateful body of the Plague Son.

The golden Emperor's Fire lingered on Mortarion's wound like a maggot attached to his bones, and the severe pain of the burning of his soul and body made the Plague Son roar in pain.

The Primarch's attack successfully hit Mortarion hard! In a short period of time, this despicable traitor had no power to resist.

"Pay the price for your betrayal!" The Primarch stepped in front of Mortarion, ready to end the traitor's sinful life with the Emperor's Sword.

But just as the sharp blade was about to chop off Mortarion's head, a strange force of chaos appeared without warning beside the Plague Son.

Almost in an instant, the rich force of chaos formed an extremely blasphemous Warp Rune.

In the blink of an eye, Mortarion and the Eye of Night had disappeared from the spot.

Obviously, an enemy who had been hiding in the dark had taken action.

"You coward!" A flash of angry fire flashed in the pupils of the Primarch.

Under the Primarch's anger, the blazing Emperor's Fire covered the area where Mortarion had stood.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Chaos Force that formed the blasphemous rune was burned to ashes by the Emperor's Fire.

But the Primarch's face was still extremely cold. In the corner of the battlefield, a huge red figure appeared there at some point.

The skin color was as red as blood, and the iconic one-eye! The identity of the newcomer was about to be revealed.

The fallen Lord of Prospero - [Red Devil] Magnus.

Magnus was the most powerful psychic among all the Primarchs. After receiving the blessing of Tzeentch, the Lord of All Laws, the Red Devil's attainments in psychic power and warp sorcery had reached the peak.

There was no doubt that the blasphemous rune that had just rescued Mortarion was from the hands of the Red Devil Magnus.

"Abaddon is really a big face!" The Primarch's mouth drew a sarcastic smile, "The dignified Lord of Prospero, the leader of the Thousand Sons Legion, was willing to serve under the command of the Great Plunderer."

Faced with the ridicule from the Primarch, Magnus did not fall into rage like Mortarion before.

"My brother whom I have never met, you do not need to try to anger me with words." The Red Devil's voice was full of calmness. "I am not the angry fool that Mortarion is, nor am I as mentally fragile as him."