Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Mortarion, who had spoken so boldly, made up his mind.

Who can't move him.

The Death Guard champions involved in this operation did not come from as strong a background as Typhus.

There was the platform of the God of Plague, so Mortarion could only be helpless and furious, not daring to take action against him.

Had they dared to speak out against Mortarion like that, Mortarion would have blown them up on the spot.

This point is no joke.

Mortarion decided to go all out, using some of the things he had been working on over the years.

Let those idiots in the empire know that this battle is not so easy to fight.

Humans have 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 was technologically inferior to the Empire, but Mortarion could use sorcery to fight it.

The Pendor system is the gateway to the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.

The Five Hundred Worlds is where Guilliman's base camp is located.

Once it invades the five hundred worlds, it will undoubtedly deal a blow to the morale of the empire.

Guilliman can't even defend five hundred worlds, so why should he defend such a huge empire.

Now that the human empire has lost the Nachmond Corridor, the morale of the empire may have suffered Waterloo long ago.

Throw another five hundred worlds, and the bastards of the empire will probably panic, thinking about eating pots of milk to welcome the king.

Mortarion had already made up his mind to give Guilliman a big surprise.

Let Guilliman understand that he will never be as good and outstanding as himself.

From the throne room of the Endurance, Mortarion made his way to the great hall of wizardry.

The death guard, bloated and dripping with disgusting pus, followed his steps.

They are full of traces of blasphemy, and the old glory can't be seen on them.

There had always been some hatred in Mortarion's heart.

Once, he was the staunchest opponent of witchcraft.

But now, he relies on witchcraft to fight against his former brothers, which is undoubtedly a huge mockery.

Either kill Guilliman, or let the other party be forced to submit to the command of the gods like himself.

Why is everyone a Primarch, you are the Regent of the Empire, enjoying flowers and applause.

I have to be the Plague God's minion, and I am targeted and refuted by trash like Typhons everywhere, without any shame.

"We have to deal a fatal blow to Pan Duoxing."

Mortarion gripped the scythe tightly in his hand, and looked at the hall of witchcraft that looked like a writhing mass of flesh.

There are strange mists and whispers surging here.

His team of wizards had assembled here, preparing to unleash a sorcery, summoning an army strong enough to crush the human forces of the Pandor system.

Mortarion swore silently 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 Starfield will become his prize, the garden of the Plague God.

Before long, Guilliman would also be defeated by him.

Kneeling on the ground, begging himself to give him a way out.

"Wait until I catch Guilliman." Mortarion's gaze became cold. At that time, he vowed to kill that bastard Typhus and let him know who is the master of the Death Guard.

"My lord, everything is ready." A wizard came up and said.

"Then let's begin, summon the great father's army, pull the Pandor galaxy into the garden of the loving father, so that those who are confused and ignorant can feel the love of the loving father." Mortarion opened his arms and said in a low voice.

"Understood. My lord." The wizard leader saluted respectfully, then stepped back and presided over the ceremony.

Chagatai spent some time listening to the reports of the military commander and some narrators on the overall situation of the empire.

Using his excellent dialogue skills, he easily dug out all kinds of information he wanted from those people.

Hearing the descriptions and images provided by those people, the surface of Chagatai was very calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

There was already a turbulent sea in his heart.

He was amazed by the growth of the empire.

In the past 10,000 years, human beings have gone from science and rationality to confusion and ignorance as he thought.

In the ten thousand years of time, technology has not made the slightest progress, but is still declining.

Abaddon, the first company commander of Horus, launched 13 consecutive dark expeditions to the empire many times in ten thousand years, pushing the empire to a desperate situation.

The fall of Cadia and the emergence of the Great Rift once announced the countdown to the empire's destruction.

And everything turned around after Guilliman appeared.

The empire is like a dead tree rejuvenated. In less than a century, the empire has made achievements that it has not been able to achieve in the past 10,000 years.

Human weapons and equipment are rapidly updated and iterated, and various new tanks, mechs, and warships emerge in endlessly.

A new war engine, a new army, was shaped under Guilliman's will to undertake the historical mission of sweeping the entire galaxy.

Even the various worlds of the empire have undergone brand-new changes.

Environmental transformation, creating a variety of natural environments suitable for human survival.

Promote education for all, so that all school-age children can go to school, and establish a large-scale imperial intellectual talent reserve.

Use the Empire Daily and various means to promote scientific research beliefs, stimulate people's pursuit of the truth of the universe, lift many unreasonable prohibitions of Mechanicus, and release their scientific research capabilities.

It also uses education to promote and revise distorted religious beliefs, and establish a new religion with the emperor as its spiritual sustenance, integrating all teachings.

No wars waged in the name of the Emperor's faith are permitted.

Those so-called saints are also not allowed to modify the teachings at will.

The high lord council and hereditary aristocracy were abolished, and a new autocratic democracy was implemented.

The huge reform efforts have weakened the power of the nobility and given the bottom a chance to stand out.

For many such reforms, it took Chagatai a long time to digest the information.

What Guilliman did, he can really be described as dumbfounded.

Chagatai thinks he doesn't have the courage to promote such crazy moves.

After spending some time fully understanding the various reform measures introduced by Guilliman.

Chagatai stood in front of the control console, looking at the various video data displayed by Admiral Taja, all of which were the achievements of the empire after the reform.

The mechanized infantry regiments, armed to the teeth, are all wearing combat exoskeleton armor, and their individual combat power is comparable to the old-fashioned space fighters of the past.

The huge Celestial-class warships are assembled from the dock factory like an assembly line.

Stronger and larger Primaris warriors, possessing superpowers and self-healing abilities that did not exist in the past, they replaced the old star warriors and are the most powerful individual combat force in the galaxy.

In addition, the improvement of the overall national strength of the empire is even more terrifying to the extreme.

These are all brought about by Guilliman's reforms.

He transformed the original technology of the empire into tangible industrial productivity, and restored mankind to its former strength.

Chaghatai originally thought that the troops gathered in the Panduor galaxy were just a few naval fleets.

But when Admiral Taja showed him the whole picture, he realized that the fleet fighting in the void battlefield was just the tip of the iceberg.

The empire still has those celestial-class battleships that are suspended on the edge of the battlefield, in the dark void, and have not been engaged in battle.

Those warships are extremely terrifying, and the smallest one is hundreds of kilometers long.

The stationed population reaches millions, with complete training grounds, shipyards, repair factories and impenetrable shields, as well as the cathedral of the Church.

It can provide logistics and rest for the imperial troops, and can also become the main force of the war.

With the development of the Empire's psychic technology, Celestial-class warships have complex anti-psychic arrays, as well as exorcism troops based on the Emperor's belief.

Ordinary demons can't invade at all.

The firepower of the celestial class warships is even more terrifying, they are the ultimate weapons born for the final destruction.

The huge star destroying cannon is enough to destroy all the stars in the real universe.

If several celestial-class warships joined forces, it would be enough to destroy stars.

Chagatai stared at the data of those Celestial-class warships, and the shock on his face never faded.

Guilliman changed the original mode of warfare.

The Imperial Fleet is no longer a simple fleet. It has been shaped by him into huge migration groups one after another, capable of continuing to fight for a long time.

Those warships reserve a large amount of resources and population, which can continuously provide soldiers and weapons for the troops.

They can fight the enemy for a hundred years without cutting off their logistics.

This change made Chagatai a little uneasy.

Guilliman is obviously preparing for a larger battle or deliberately allowing the Imperial fleet to adapt to wars that last decades or hundreds of years without the planet and logistics.

If it is purely fighting in the galaxy, there is absolutely no need to do so.

With the help of subspace, 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 war system that can support hundreds of years of war.

"Do you want to conquer other galaxies?"

This was the only explanation that Chagatai could think of.

If you want to conquer other galaxies.

The expeditionary force really needs to fight for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, without logistics.

After many military commanders left, Chagatai stared at the icy void and said in a low voice.

"I thought my father was already crazy, but I didn't expect that you are 10,000 times more crazy than him. Guilliman, where are you going to lead mankind?"

Jaghatai didn't want to judge whether Guilliman was right or wrong.

There is no simple right and wrong in this world.

Guilliman's madness is based on the madness of this universe.

In the face of those terrifying evil gods, there is no method that cannot be understood and used.

Andy, the head of Sara's 01 Corps, cut off the nervous system connection with the unmanned reconnaissance drone.

The picture transmitted back in her mind was also interrupted.

After more than a month of rest, they were sent back to the battlefield again to take over from other troops to rest.

Andy didn't have many complaints about it.

This is the mission of the imperial soldiers.

Either die in war, or die in war.

This time, the task she received was no longer to defend, but to counterattack.

The command is going to send several regiments together to see if they can retake another lost hive.

If it is possible, the headquarters hopes that one more teleportation point can be established on the surface. In that case, it will be more convenient to deliver materials and increase the number of soldiers on the ground.

In order to further regain control of Pan Duoxing.

The empire possesses many star destroying weapons.

But the Pandor galaxy belongs to humans.

The High Command does not want to use an extermination strike until it is confirmed that the Pandor Galaxy is not completely irredeemable and irrecapturable.

The hives controlled by the minions of Chaos are all built on the edge of the ocean.

Before the fall, the hive survived on farmed seafood and marine agriculture.

The air blowing over the ocean was also full of stench, and Andy and the others could only rely on the filter device of the military uniform to breathe.

Plague germs are everywhere, and this is one of the hardest things about fighting the Plague God.

If you are not careful, you will be killed by the epidemic.

The week-long continuous battle made Andy's sleep seriously disturbed, and he had a pair of eyes with dark circles.

"Regimental Commander." An adjutant came over. He was also wearing a heavy military uniform, and his face was tired. "A combat order came from the headquarters."

He took out a data panel, which showed the details of the combat mission.

A few big green flies also buzzed up at this time.

Andy stretched out his hands protected by sealed gloves in disgust.

With a snap, the fly was swatted to death.

Green slime and slime remained on her gloves, and she had to wipe them off on the damp uniform.

Fortunately, data panels can be operated using voice.

Otherwise, Andy's dirty hands will definitely attract the displeasure of the machine soul.

"Shall we seize the fort controlled by the cultists? This task doesn't look very difficult." Andy whispered. After reading the details of the combat mission issued above, she turned to look at the lair controlled by the cultists. All, "Let the companies get ready for a surprise attack in thirty minutes. We have to seize the enemy's fort. The air force and other friendly forces on the ground will assist us."

"Understood." After the adjutant saluted, he turned and left.

The adjutant walked away, and after Andy took a deep breath, he turned on the nerve reconnection function.

Connected again to the unmanned reconnaissance plane hovering over the hive capital.

Use drones flying high in the sky to capture enemy movements.

The high-definition optical device photographed all the enemy's firepower.

Traitors have no secrets from the Empire's advanced surveillance drones.

After confirming that nothing was missed, Andy set the unmanned reconnaissance drone to automatic mode.

The Thinker system has taken over a large number of unmanned reconnaissance drones.

The high-energy bombs they are equipped with will be a sharp weapon when they attack later.

Imagine those cultists fighting for their master.

With a whoosh of the sky, a suicide bomber drone came.

It's hard to guard against.

Andy likes this tactic very much, and the enemy is often beaten to pieces by this shameless method.

After confirming that there was nothing missing, Andy closed his eyes and seized the last ten minutes to give his tired eyes a short rest.

She didn't open her eyes until the voices of the companies sounded in the communication.

Reminder runes appeared on the tactical panel in front of her.

Green runes danced on it.

The war vehicles and personnel of the Sara 01 Regiment have been prepared and are waiting for her orders.

Andy looked at the time, turned and walked towards the personnel carrier not far away, which had already started the engine and was running at low power.

Relying on her training skills, she nimbly climbed up the iron frame of the personnel carrier.

Sitting on the roof of the car, there is a command position with a protective shield.

Andy waved forward, giving orders to the companies.

"The whole army is attacking, for Guilliman, for the empire."

With her shouting, the roaring war engine was pushed to the maximum power by the driver,

Roaring out of the bunker.

The muddy ground was stirred by the suspension force field created by the anti-gravity array, and the dirty mud flew around as the vehicle moved forward.

The infantry wearing exoskeleton armor stood on tanks or gunboats, looking at the tall Hive City, the automatic weapons on their bodies clicked, waiting to be activated.

Bright beams of light or missiles trailing flames flew from behind them and landed on the city shield in the distance, causing waves of ripples.

It seems that followers of the Dark Mechanicus are involved in this operation.

Otherwise, relying on the simple brains of cultists alone is not enough to repair complex shield devices and energy devices.

In the drowsy sky, there was a whistling sound, like a swarm of fighters flying over from a distance, the speed was so fast that they left white waves in the air.

The dense artillery fire illuminated the dim sky, and also illuminated the defense lines of the cultists.

They shouted frantically and waved all kinds of flags full of profane symbols.

The Cultists also spotted the Imperial forces attacking.

They yelled and entered their respective positions with flags,

Move those heavy weapons out and put them on the fortifications to shoot the assaulting imperial troops.

"Sara 01 Regiment is advancing." Andy switched to the command channel and said.

"Keep going," said one commander. "Other units are working together."

"Understood." Andy closed it after finishing speaking. She opened the tactical panel, and the green representing other friendly forces lit up near the hive capital.

A full-scale siege and a war to regain lost ground have begun.

Andy retreated from the roof to the command cabin, where three operators were controlling the forward and firing of the behemoth.

"Regimental Commander, we expect to reach the enemy's first line of defense in three minutes." The commander reported to Andy. During this period, the vehicle body shook violently a few times, obviously being hit by enemy artillery fire.

Even the tactical console of the personnel carrier popped up a scarlet alarm.

Fortunately, their personnel carrier is a brand new anti-gravity vehicle with superior protection performance and armor.

The artillery fire that would have destroyed the old troop carrier only slowed it down a little.

"Attention all units, we are on the offensive route, and the estimated time to contact the outer defensive units is two minutes, please prepare for battle." After Andy finished speaking, he stared at the tactical console, and the confirmation replies from each company came one after another. came.

Andy counted their data and evaluated the casualties of his regiment.

The technology of the empire is very powerful, and the equipment of the Sarah 01 regiment is also guaranteed.

But the power of the God of Plague cannot be underestimated.

Sometimes, the seal of the cabin door of the vehicle will fail, and the air full of viruses will pass through the respiratory tract of the occupants when they are unsuspecting, and enter their weakly defended bodies, feasting on them.

Sometimes, unnoticed corruption is deeply rooted in the flesh and blood of those ignorant, and when activated at a specific moment, the entire car will die together.

And those weird witchcraft.

There are many means that the enemy can use.

Each one is unpredictable.

Andy has many brothers and sisters who died on this battlefield.

The Sarah 01 Regiment quickly approached the first line of defense of the Plague God's minions.

A huge number of war vehicles launched an attack immediately.

All kinds of powerful shells were continuously released, turning the front into a sea of ​​flames.

Andy sees the explosion and flames through the vehicle's vehicle.

They devour everything and brighten a dark world.

The firepower of the cultists was pulled out.

The fort made of concrete and steel was blown to pieces by artillery fire.

Those turrets with solid bases were concentrated fire. Under the bombardment of several shells, the huge turrets were blown to pieces of rubble, and the huge barrels were blown away by the impact, and fell hard to other places. Killed many heretics.

"The ground forces attack and clean up the remaining beasts." Andy gave the second order.

Heavy firepower units such as tanks and gunboats are aimed at those large forts and fortifications.

Those scattered heretics are a bit difficult to fight.

They are scattered everywhere, and they are good at hiding.

Hitting them with heavy firepower was a waste of firepower, and the effect was not good.

If you don't clear up those cultists, the other party will come out to sabotage from time to time.

Ground infantry can only be dispatched to clean up.

The hatch of the personnel carrier opened, and ground infantrymen wearing mechanical exoskeletons walked down with weapons.

The remaining cultists are no match for them at all.

Imperial infantry have exoskeletons, automatic cannons, and tactical radars.

Cultists have nothing but fanaticism for the gods and crude weapons in their hands.

The infantry executed the insane mob one by one, leaving their bodies in the trenches.

Andy's troops pried open the enemy's defense line, just like a big, thick and black crowbar knocked open a solid shell, revealing the tender and smooth shell meat inside, which is extremely brutal.

The knight mechas are also advancing, and they are guarding the flanks of the Sara 01 Corps.

The heavy mecha body disturbed the disgusting thick fog, and the buzzing of the energy pile was mixed with the sound of artillery fire, which spread a long distance away.

The tanks and daemon engines operated by the cultists were smashed to pieces by their fire.

Where the mecha group traveled, only burning wreckage remained.

The knights no longer pay attention to the number of kills. The weapons of the titans are so powerful that it is impossible to count the casualties of the enemy.

Hundreds of cultists died every time the titan fired a beam powerful enough to shake metal bodies.

Melta cannons destroyed all fortifications that dared stand in the way of Imperial forces.

The buzzing of the main weapon was like an announcement of death, and every sound represented death and fear.

The energy reactor makes a rhythmic sound as the weapon fires, getting high when the weapon is activated and low when the weapon is quiet.

The places that have been attacked are full of broken bodies and burning remains of fortifications.

This was a one-sided massacre, and the cultists fled into the hive capital.

Andy smiled, but soon, the enemy counterattacked.

The hive cultists have rolled out some weird tower wagons from the city.

Those tower cars are tens of meters high, and the whole body is made of wood.

There are also thick iron sheets nailed to the tower car to stabilize the frame.

The wagons were covered in wriggling flesh and rotting green foliage.

"Are they crazy?" The adjutant watched the enemy's strange behavior with confusion on his face.

"A tower made of wood? How could such a thing pose a threat to us?" The captain looked confused.

Andy didn't speak, her expression became serious.

The laws of the universe have been subverted.

They are battling a being woven from nightmares.

Then why can't a wooden tower be dangerous?

Don't look at your enemies with common sense.

"Be careful." Andy said uneasily: "Destroy those weird things with the firepower."

Intensive artillery fire and many ruby-colored beams cut through the thick fog and hit those weird towers.

Such a terrifying attack is enough to tear steel apart.

But those tower cars did not suffer any damage.

The shells that could tear apart the fortress exploded in front of it, and the shock wave sent ripples through the air.

Countless lasers were also blocked and missed the tower truck.

"Unscathed, they have shields." The commander stared at the tactical panel, and the image fed back made his tone dignified.

"Continue to attack." Andy gave the order.

At this moment, the enemy also launched a counterattack.

The tower truck flickered a few times, and then emitted a green light.

A smoky glow streaked across the sky like a phosphorescent bomb hurled by a giant from a monstrously gigantic slingshot.

Andy watched as the bomb was thrown into the sky, gradually turning into a violently burning comet.

Anti-aircraft weapons of all kinds fired from the Imperial Army lines to destroy the flaming comet.

The skimming fighter plane fired bursts of bursting beams and missiles that could tear apart the hills, and slammed into the falling huge object.

However, everything they do makes no sense.

When that comet hit the ground, a terrifying tremor shook the world.

A hemispherical flame soared into the sky in the imperial battle lines.

The weird energy fluctuation filled the communication network with inhuman screams.

Several tanks and mechas were hit, and their metal bodies were ignited by the green ghost fire.

"My lord, what is this? The enemy's new weapon?" the commander said in horror.

With the influx of huge data streams, Andy's face became ugly.

At that moment, more than 500 people were killed or injured by the Sara 01 Regiment, and more than ten knights were killed or injured by the Knights.

Soon, all the other tower vehicles launched an attack.

Those burning meteorites continued to fall towards the area where the imperial troops were located.

"Accelerate forward, open the way for the knights, and kill them in close combat." Andy ordered.

Imperial forces launched an even more ferocious attack,

Those turrets posed too much of a threat.

With a few more waves, Andy estimates that the empire will be completely wiped out.

The wizards who served the plague god ordered the beastmen to reload while pushing the tower cart back.

Huge wheels, covered in filth.

The tower carts crushed the Beastmen clustered under the pedestal indifferently, 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 have created such twisted technological artifacts.

Iron plates with green stripes wrap the tower wagon from head to toe.

The material of the tower wagon itself is raw wood, with many planks on the side that have been split by wedges.

Inside the tower car still retains a complete tree trunk,

The trees hadn't been completely cleaned up, and the rotting leaves and roots were still entwined on the tower truck.

The rotten and warty roots are intricately intertwined, which makes people feel sick when they look at them.

The body of the tower is covered with twisted wooden tumors, and all kinds of disgusting viscous liquids flow out.

Branches rose from the trunk like malevolent claws.

Sticky vines hold everything together.

Nails as big as people bent down from the planks.

The three towers facing forward are also decorated with three bloated and rotten faces made of brass, representing the god of plague.

The tower car was like a huge abscess, with foul-smelling mucus oozing from every crack.

The wizards constantly manipulate the tower trucks to launch attacks, throwing stones, poisonous gas, etc. are constantly launched from the tower trucks

The void shield blocked some of the attacks, but more fell on the armor of the Imperial troops.

The ceramic steel was corroded, the plastic steel was burning, and the armor was melting under the corrosive liquid.

The tank exploded in erosion, turning into countless pieces.

The mecha also fell during the attack.

The gas ate away at the armor, poisoning the pilot inside.

Under Andy's order, the tank continued to charge hard, paying heavy sacrifices to open the way.

Allowing the knights to get close to the enemy, stab into the tower cart with the power spear in their hands, smashing it to pieces.

Tower wagons were destroyed and scattered wreckage fell on the battlefield.

However, the imperial troops have not yet breathed a sigh of relief.

A bigger crisis looms.

Mist-shrouded hives have rolled out more tower wagons.

The enemy abandoned the old technology and used witchcraft to fight the empire.

Demon Legion swaggeringly appeared.

They come from beyond the mortal world. Appeared in groups in the mist.

A fog of poison and plague, condensed into a demonic form.

Leading the way were countless Nurglings, giggling and wielding crude weapons.

They are always laughing, giggling even when their companions are torn apart by gunfire.

The plague herd let out a muffled roar, and their disgusting and rotting bodies carried countless plagues. As long as they cut a small wound, they would die suddenly and be transformed into one of them.

The gigantic devil fly like a dark cloud flew down from the filthy cloud, and the buzzing sound resounded throughout the sky.

The tormented demons within the roaring demonic engine shook their massive metallic flesh, longing for a victory that would spread the plague god's grace.

The Great Unclean One stands out among the waves of demons.

These huge and bloated meat mountains swayed towards the enemy.

Their bodies proudly exhibit all forms of horrific disease and disability.

Every grossly unclean person exudes a rotten stench.

On their pock-scarred faces, those evil eyes reveal the desire to bestow upon every human being the grace of the Plague God.

The plague messengers picked up rusty horns, drums, etc., and started playing. The scene looked extremely joyous.

Then, a cursed figure appeared.

Mortarion himself took part in the battle to take Pendorian.

Use the special characteristics of Pan Duoxing to pollute the five hundred worlds and pull them into Nurgle's garden.

The appearance of the Demon Primarch is not a good thing for the Imperial forces.

A tank is sliced ​​open by a scythe in Mortarion's hand.

The speed was so fast that the members inside disappeared before they even had time to shout.

"Immediately report to the General Command that we have been attacked by the Demon Primarch." Andy shouted, "Ask for the assistance of the Emperor's Angel."

After speaking, she issued a second order.

"Focus on fire and kill that demon primarch."

Mortarion spread his wings and grinned cruelly at the sight of the massive Imperium of Man troops.

These fools have forgotten the horror of being dominated by a Daemon Primarch.

Mortarion felt that it was necessary for him to recall for them and let them know who was in charge of this galaxy.

Guilliman was strong, but he was still just a mortal.

No matter how much he did, he paved the way for the gods.

How can ants know the depth of heaven and earth.

Today, he will take down Pan Duoxing.

He wants to see who can stop him.

Heavy artillery fire fell on Mortarion's position.

Burst beams, missiles, high-energy shells, etc., 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 suffered little damage.

When he came out of the smoke and dust from the gunfire, he was unharmed, and even the armor on his body was not stained.

It's almost hopeless.

"Meet Mortarion's wrath, fools. Tremble at my power, ignorant mortals. From this moment, weep and pray to your false gods." Mortarion flapped his wings and soared into the air. It rises, and then falls like a meteorite, transforming into a terrifying god of death, killing people.

The knight mech was shattered by his blow, and the pilot was picked out by him, and torn to pieces in front of many imperial troops.

The heavy tank that crashed into it with a roar was cut open by him with a scythe.

The ground infantry, wearing exoskeletons and equipped with personal shields, were harvested like leeks in front of Mortarion.

Soon, the personnel carrier where Andy was in was targeted.

Relying on Primarch-level wisdom and observation, Mortarion soon discovered that the mortals he harvested were protecting Andy's personnel carrier intentionally or unintentionally.

He soon realized that the regiment commander was on the troop carrier.

If the opponent's head is chopped off, these mortals will surely collapse.

I'm so looking forward to it, these idiots look like they can't wait to escape on three legs.

He jumped up and avoided another set fire from the human army.

Afterwards, he came down from a high altitude with a sickle, and cut the troop carrier in half on the spot, causing the troop carrier to explode directly.

Andy escaped flying debris from the explosion by jumping out early and rolling over to hide in the overflow pit.

"Stupid mortal." Mortarion folded his wings and landed next to him. He stroked the handle of the sickle in his hand, showing a cruel smile, "Kneel down to me, and I will spare you One life."

"Dreaming." Andy rolled over and got up, holding the activated power sword in his hand, and the shining arc 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? Are you not afraid of death?" Mortarion said mockingly, "Kneel down, stupid mortal, and surrender to the great Mortarion! feet."

"I also admire your useless face. For 10,000 years, you have never dared to swing a sword at a truly powerful enemy, and only dared to bully those mortals who are not as good as you. That time on Terra, let you go shit Lucky, run away. Guess, today, can you run away from my hands. "

A voice so familiar to Mortarion sounded.

It made his face darken suddenly, and he remembered some bad things.

Mortarion ignored the fallen mortal and followed the voice,

I saw a ray of light appear out of thin air.

A person he never wanted to see again stepped out of the light.

"Come, get out, Jaghatai." Mortarion said the name of the comer.

"I thought you had forgotten me." Chagatai stepped out of the light. He was wearing a white armor without a helmet. Under his tall temples was a proud, wild face, with a pair of eyes full of contempt. Contempt of death, with longing for freedom.

Andy watched the giant come.

Information about this giant appeared in her mind like lightning.

Lord of the Fifth Legion, Primarch of the White Scars, Hawk of Chogoris, Lord of the Icy Sky, Swift as the Wind Hunter.

Andy opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The temperament of the Lord of the Fifth Legion is slightly inferior to that of the great Regent of the Empire, but he is still a unique existence in the galaxy.

With a natural wildness.

"You think you can defeat me?" Mortarion growled. "Stop dreaming, Jaghatai, I have been transformed. You will only bring shame on yourself by appearing here. How the falcons with their wings wailed."

Jaghatai put his hand on the hilt of his sword. "You are as disgusting as ever, Mortarion."

"I feel the same way about you." Mortarion said: "Thousands of years have passed, everything has changed, and you are still so stupid and stubborn. Give up, Guilliman has controlled the empire , the Fifth Army 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. And you, to be honest, I am slightly disappointed in this battle. I heard that you are just the God of Plague Typhus is the one favored by the God of Plague." Chagatai said slowly.

Mortarion's face froze, and his eyes showed anger, but soon he regained his composure, and rushed towards Jaghatai with the scythe tightly in his hand.

"You have used this method once. My heart is already as firm as a rock. Today is your death day."

"You are my brother, otherwise I would never show up to fight you, I would just let countless fighters drown you, and use orbital bombing to wipe you out, Mortarion. After all, the leader will only fight with the leader, my opponent It can only be Typhus, Lord of the Fifth Legion. But you are my brother, and I have to respect you, so I come down, for your dignity, for your pride, and fight with you personally. This is our Don't thank me for this brotherhood." Chaghatai blocked Mortarion's attack with the long knife in his hand with a smile on his face.

"You're looking for death." Mortarion didn't like Typhon's disobedience to him before, and now he was ridiculed by Chaghatai, and he couldn't suppress his anger like before.

gone tonight,