Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation - Chapter 263
Chapter 263 The Battle of Prospero (for subscription)
All Mortarion could do to save face was to kill or capture Jaghatai.
If he can do one of these things, he will not be reduced to a laughing stock.
It’s not easy to do one of these things.
In the battle of the Panduor galaxy, Mortarion was almost captured alive, and escaped in a very embarrassing manner.
But Mortarion had no choice, if he didn’t want to be made a laughingstock, then he would give it a go.
After making adequate preparations, Mortarion vowed to take down Jaghatai and wash away his humiliation.
“You really haven’t changed at all, you are stupid, arrogant, and value your own reputation.” Cha Hetai stared at Mortarion in front of him, showing a trace of mockery.
Chagatai’s body stood proudly in the ruins hall wriggling with flesh and blood, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon’s.
The long knife in his hand danced with arcs and crackled, tearing the surrounding air.
The brand-new power armor is etched with a soaring golden eagle, which is the unique mark of Jaghatai.
The precise mechanical structure inside the power armor plays the unique rhythm of music in war.
The original set of power armor is out of date.
Chagatai is not a pedantic person.
Don’t pay too much attention to tradition and things like that.
In his mind, practicality is the most important thing.
The brand-new power armor that combines the most advanced technology of the empire and the knowledge of subspace, not only allows him to exert stronger strength, but also provides better defense.
Motarion was wearing the original suit of armor. The parts damaged by Jaghatai had been repaired, and the scythe in his hand was equipped with several skeletons. It must have been some kind of witchcraft ritual.
The two brothers stared at each other, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, with the hostility in their eyes that they wanted to kill each other quickly.
After thousands of years, everything has changed.
They were blood brothers.
Now he has become an enemy of life and death.
“Do you think you have won? No matter how powerful the falcon is, it will be captured by the hunter.” Mortarion’s tone was cold, and he stared at Jaghatai, his eyes revealing terrible malice.
“After today, I will know who is the hunter.” Chagatai raised the blade in his hand, adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and made a fighting posture.
“Indeed.” Mortarion struck first with a scythe in his hand, on which the blessing of the Plague God shone. “We’ll know who the better hunters are.”
The blade of the scythe shone with the light of the highest heaven.
Their battle was so fierce that ordinary people could only see afterimages.
The swords collided with each other, exuding waves of terror.
Every collision echoed the roar of humans and the sinister curses of demons.
The speed at which the two are fighting is still increasing.
Every shot is stronger than any mortal can do.
All the metal within the envelope was destroyed, whether it was a crash or broken mechanical wreckage, all of them were turned into fly ash.
It doesn’t matter if you are loyal to yourself or to the evil gods. Their power is beyond the imagination of the world.
They all have the potential of gods, and they can carry power that mortals can’t imagine.
When they give it a go, it’s like the gods are at war.
Both released powerful forces that could destroy the world.
There is infinite power in this duel.
It is the roar of the avalanche, the rush of the sea.
It is the eruption of the volcano, the throes of the stars.
Each other is full of murderous intent, just want to drive each other to death.
Mortarion’s body was burning with primitive power, and the scythe in his hand was like thunder, violent and swift.
Every blow contains the magic of the other world, cutting through the structure of space, and accurately slashing at the opponent’s weak point.
There was a demonic light in his eyes.
Chagatai did not lose the wind at all, the war eagle soared, his eyes became calm amidst the increasingly frenzied battle.
The long knife in his hand cut every blow of Mortarion, parrying his scythe.
Extraordinary power surged from his body as well.
The blessings of the gods are not irreplaceable.
The highest heaven is the place where the will is supreme, and both mortals and gods need to follow this iron law.
The stronger the will, the greater the power that can be leveraged.
Thousands of years of training and fighting have already made Chagatai feel like a rock.
He controls the power enough to destroy the opponent, and exerts every blow with all his strength.
The veil of illusion and reality is falling apart.
The power of the vast ocean is endless, enough to crush everything, and they are controlled by the will of the two brothers to kill each other.
The sound of gold and iron resonating, shaking the Quartet.
Relying on super fast speed, Chagatai gradually reversed the offensive and defensive momentum of both sides.
Mortarion possesses the characteristic of tenacity, capable of withstanding injuries that others cannot admit.
But his speed will never be as fast as the war eagle chasing speed.
The long scimitar in Chagatai’s hand shot out arcs, exuding arcane power.
This is the latest research product of the empire.
A weapon used against the denizens of the warp.
The aftermath of each blow makes the pollution of the warp back away, howling uneasy beyond the blade.
Once their blades touch each other, they will shoot out colorful sparks.
These sparks fell in the hall, and blazed up.
Ragged tapestries, unclean artwork, and grotesque faces germinating.
Wherever the battle between the two sides went, the flames also billowed.
“I am not what I am,” cried Mortarion. “You will soon know that.”
“Have you become Typhon’s subordinate? Has he become your father? You have become his son?” Chagatai pushed away the scythe that was slashing at his face, and responded indifferently.
One sentence almost broke Mortarion’s defense.
Typhus has become a place of shame for him.
Unless he can prove his excellence, otherwise, he will be ridiculed forever.
“I will keep you with him,” screamed Mortarion angrily. “You will be treated as he is.”
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 take pity on you, just like throwing you to the plague **** As in my hand, I will give you a path of sublimation.”
“I will tear your mouth apart.” The offensive in Mortarion’s hand became more and more fierce, “I hope you can be as powerful as your mouth later.”
“If you can do it, you won’t be useless.” Chagatai cut the scythe and cut Mortarion’s neck with a straight knife, “It’s better than you anyway, Mortarion. I ruled my home planet, but you failed If the Emperor hadn’t rescued you, I’m afraid you would have died long ago.”
When Mortarion heard this, he became even angrier. He swung the scythe in his hand and slashed at Jaghatai frantically.
In the face of such a crazy offensive, Chagatai did not change color in the slightest.
also saw a flaw in the opponent’s stormy offensive.
In the blink of an eye, he slashed down with the scimitar, opening a terrible **** in Mortarion’s armor carved with blasphemous runes.
The sharp edge of the blade sank deep into Mortarion’s body.
The arcane power came into play, and even with the blessing of the God of Plague, Mortarion suffered heavy injuries, showing an extremely painful expression.
He swung Chagatai’s knife away with his sickle, and staggered back.
“Death.” Jaghatai let out a battle cry, and stepped forward, wanting to seize the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on Mortarion.
The poison gas bottle on Mortarion burst suddenly.
Thick poisonous gas spewed out from it.
The poisonous mist seemed to be alive, submerging Chagatai’s stalwart body, sinking into it through the gaps in the armor, corroding the precision mechanical structure in it, and destroying the body that carried the great power.
Mortarion took this opportunity to stay away, leaving Jaghatai alone in the poisonous mist.
The plague mist was carefully prepared by Kugas.
It was originally a gift for Guilliman, but now it is also a very good choice for Jaghatai.
Mortarion carefully avoided the poisonous mist, the terrible corrosion that destroyed the souls of demons.
Even if the Primarch possesses extraordinary power, it is difficult to resist.
Chagatai rushed out of the poisonous fog.
But his speed slowed down visibly to the naked eye.
Darkening of the skin.
Spots of the plague appeared on the body and face.
Chagatai, who rushed out of the poisonous fog, staggered and almost fell, so he could only use the long knife in his hand to lean on the ground to support his body and prevent himself from falling.
“What’s going on?” Chagatai felt the weakness in his body, and looked at Mortarion, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The original body has extraordinary recovery ability.
Ordinary plagues cannot harm them.
Now, he is so weak.
“This was originally a gift for Guilliman, but you got it unexpectedly. How about it? This is a gift made by Kugas, the most beloved of the plague god, using all the most terrible plagues in the world. You You must like it very much.” Mortarion smiled, gloating in his tone.
“It really fits your character, Mortarion. You are despicable and shameless, and you will only use this kind of insidious method.” Chagatai looked at Mortarion with contempt in his eyes.
This kind of gaze angered Mortarion. He walked over and kicked Chagatai violently, causing Chagatai’s heavy body to roll several times before stopping.
“You have lost, Jaghatai,” Mortarion murmured, as if speaking in Guilliman’s ear, “Give up your resistance, and the Father will accept you. You may join me when the time comes , together we can overthrow Guilliman, let mankind give up false gods, and let the galaxy enter endless death and cycle.”
Chagatai tried his best to prop up his body, the built-in system of the armor was running at high speed, preventing the plague from corroding the machinery, and trying to extend 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 prisoner,” said Mortarion. “Now there is no one to rescue you. You have the wrong master, and you are alone. Now, you know, I am the last hunter.”
“You will be a member of the garden, bathed in the glory of the loving father, and enjoy eternal life, Jaghatai. You once hated me, but after a while, you became like me. Hahaha, you failed. “
The fall of the plague factory is inevitable.
Humanity has launched an all-out attack.
The plague god’s minions and traitors were defeated all the way.
Many demons were either slain outright by the Sisters of Silence, or banished back to the Warp by Imperial forces.
Septicemia, black blood and other great evils are the same fate.
The defeat of the battle has reached such an extent that Kugas, the father of the plague, was forced to give up the stirring of the Nurgle Crucible and join the battlefield in person.
Buy time for Mortarion to defeat Jaghatai.
As long as one Primarch can be taken away, this battle is still rewarding.
Kugas dragged his fat, tall, hill-like body through the damp corridor, attacking the imperial troops.
He started by throwing out the flask that cultivated the disease.
The moment the bottle fell to the ground, it released tens of thousands of plagues that were fatal and even corroded the machinery, causing the soldiers of the Empire to fall, and the machinery was also rusted and corroded beyond recognition.
The Primordial Warriors were also unable to resist the damage of this plague, and fell within the range of those plagues.
Kugas released a light spear with subspace energy from his hand, covering all the fighters who tried to approach it, causing the armor to crack and flesh and blood to fall off.
Those soldiers were killed by him, only lumps of rotten flesh and blood remained.
“I wish Mortarion could be faster.” Kugas complained: “War is not for an artist like me.”
While speaking, Kugas threw another dirty flask at the advancing tank.
A large, slimy mass splattered the entire tank.
After the suspended heavy tank moved forward for a certain distance, rust spread across the entire vehicle body like flames.
The thick armor corroded through the huge hole, locking its engine.
The anti-gravity array has failed and cannot move.
The tank’s cannon continued to fire until it too was completely corroded.
A shell got stuck in the barrel and exploded.
With only a little spark, the entire turret was blown up.
All the members of the car crew were blown away, and their broken limbs were splashed along with the wreckage of the car body.
Another great unclean person may be overjoyed by the effect of iron plague.
Kugas just sighed, as Nurgle’s number one favorite, he should do better.
Listlessly conjured a piece of wood with a slimy liquid out of the air, threw it, pierced a primordial warrior, and pinned it to the ground.
Kogas stopped the Imperial forces from advancing.
This most beloved of the Great Unclean Ones is too powerful.
Titan, tanks are all corroded by his plague.
Pilots are corrupted by his plague.
It’s a pity that Kugas’s subordinates are too bad.
They were massacred frantically by imperial troops armed to the teeth.
War is not the place to be a hero.
Kugas soon fell into trouble, facing the siege of the Imperial forces alone.
He retreated from the original battle place into a broken hall.
Antlers scraped the foul-smelling silt from the high roofs.
The room was very damp, with black mold growing everywhere.
There are rotten flesh and dead grass wriggling on the ground.
Such an environment makes Kugas feel comfortable,
If only the whole universe was like this.
Everyone can love each other in the arms of a loving father.
Humans followed the pace of Kugas, and they continued to release various attacks in an attempt to kill the big demon.
The hall was covered by artillery fire, the masonry was splashed, and the rotting flesh was also blown away.
“Don’t attack anymore, this is already my house, you can’t be so rude.”
Only a few fiery fusion beams responded to him.
No human would heed his words.
Those beams shot out from the side of the arch, hit his lower abdomen, and blew out a section of his intestines, leaving a wound in his bloated belly, gushing pus.
“Omega, by the gracious father.” Kugas threw the flask over and pulled out a rusty sword from his bloated body, “How can you sneak attack!”
Under the corrosion of the flask plague, several Primaris warriors howled in pain, then fell to the ground, decaying quickly, and even the armor was corroded by the plague, leaving only a disgusting sticky mass.
Crogath swings the Plague Sword, slashing at a Primaris warrior.
The power armor with the skull drawn in red turned black after the blade was slashed, and the people inside quickly decayed, turning into stinky oil as black as midnight.
Kugas stretched out his long frog-like tongue again, curling up a Primaris warrior and throwing him from the ground into the air.
The plague quickly poisoned the warrior, destroying his flesh.
By the time he hit the wall, the warrior had turned into a mass of dislocated limbs and intestines wrapped around the outside of his body.
“Haha, you know I’m amazing.” Kugas said.
However, more fighters poured in from all directions, pouring ammunition on him.
The new type of Titan breaks through the wall, falls from a high altitude, and unleashes an attack on Kugas that can destroy the city.
The suspended tank also surrounded it and covered it with artillery fire.
The knights drove the mechs to run quickly, using power spears to sneak attack Kugas.
“Stop it, you guys are too shameless. It’s not fair, you bully the few with the more.” Kugas said dissatisfiedly, “I’m very angry.”
Kugas hates the minions of these cursers.
They are too many, and they will attack him with weapons that can unleash stellar power.
He wanted to get away, but found he couldn’t.
Boom!
The sound of an explosion sounded.
Kugas 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.
The priests held censers and sang the emperor’s poems fanatically, dispelling the power of demons and opening the way to the crucible for the warriors.
“No.” Kugas screamed, the crucible is the basis for maintaining the activities of demons on this planet.
Once destroyed, the demon cannot maintain its form on Planet Ix.
Kugas wants to go to the rescue.
A huge power spear pierced his fat body at this moment.
Then came the second handle and the third handle.
Three streamlined, ergonomic, giant Titans with a height of 100 meters stood beside Kugas.
Those powered spears are what these titans eject.
The anxious Kugas forgot that he was surrounded by imperial troops.
He did not use witchcraft to avoid and defend against the attacks of the Titans.
“No.” Kugas yelled in the direction of the crucible, regardless of his injury, “My baby, my baby, don’t attack my cauldron.”
Kugas threw out all the flasks he was carrying, unleashed another powerful sorcery, and escaped from the siege of the empire.
He ran to the cauldron as fast as he could.
The plague carriers have failed, they were slaughtered by humans, and the remaining ones were surrounded, and soon they will meet the same fate.
The human priests used their beliefs to suppress the power of the demons, and a large number of artillery fire covered the location of the crucible.
Those shells are specially made, filled with blessed prayers, as well as fragments made using the properties of the black stone, with an anti-subspace force field.
The crucible is crumbling.
Rising green mist protects it from harm.
But those fogs are thinning fast.
“I beg you to stop attacking, don’t hurt the father’s cauldron, mortal.” Kugas was riddled with wounds, but he was still running to the cauldron, trying to protect it.
Humans responded to Kugas with more intense artillery fire, trying to destroy the crucible before Kugas.
“Go to hell, I hate you,” Kugas yelled, his belly wriggling, and then spewing out a large amount of mucus, maggots, gall, and half-digested bones from his mouth.
“Holy Emperor please protect us.”
“Holy Emperor please protect us.”
The priests held censers in their hands, raised prayer flags, and shouted frantically.
The barrier made of golden flames blocked the filthy attack, turning it into clean steam and dissipating in the air.
Kugas raised his weapon with an angry expression.
“I hate **** who are always praying to God for strength. I’m going to blow you up.”
As he spoke, the Crucible’s defenses were at their limit.
Accompanied by a strong golden light, the crucible exploded and turned into an invisible shock wave, overturning demons and humans.
Kugas yells no! Do not! Do not!
The titan that he got rid of just now came after him again and unleashed a devastating attack on him again.
The power spear pierced Kugas’ body.
Huge laser cannons fired at his fat head.
There are also missiles and melta shells.
The Crucible is destroyed.
Kugas’ power has also been weakened.
He didn’t last long before he was executed by the titans, and his huge body was blown to pieces.
It’s a pity that Kugas didn’t get the real death, he fled back to the garden.
The crucible was destroyed, and the demons no longer had the power to resist.
Imperial forces unleash the final massacre.
The Silent Sisters waved their weapons and charged at the forefront.
Countless demons were frightened and turned around and fled or committed suicide directly.
Killed by the Sister of Silence, that is the real death.
The warp storm subsides.
Without the help of the Plague God, the enemies in the void were quickly defeated.
The ships of the empire 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.
Part of the ship flees.
More ships were torn apart by the wrath of Imperial captains.
A large number of wreckage scattered in the void.
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On the ruins of the tower.
Jaghatai, who was hit by the plague, was speechless. The things implanted in his body were working to fight the plague and maintain his vitality.
Guilliman had long been on guard against all of Mortarion’s means.
In the original plan, it was Phikles and Ventris who carried out the sting operation.
There is a large gap in combat effectiveness between the original body and the non-original body.
Even after undergoing the second Primal Cast upgrade, it is destined to be difficult to compete with Mortarion.
The plague mastered by the opponent was listed by Guilliman as the top target to be resolved.
For this reason, power armor has a certain anti-subspace function, which can weaken the blessing of the plague **** on the plague, and prolong the life of the user as much as possible.
The police and the station felt unprecedented pain, and every cell was howling.
The virus infiltrated his soul, intending to drag him to the plague god’s garden.
Just when Mortarion thought the situation was settled.
The shock wave from the destruction of the crucible was also transmitted here.
Mortarion turned his head to look in that direction, his face was astonished and terrified.
The flames burned fiercely, illuminating the entire sky.
Black smoke billowed up, and it was clearly visible even tens of kilometers away.
The dark clouds in the sky are also dissipating, and the fresh air is slowly blowing.
Creeping darkness retreats.
The flesh and blood covering the building is also dying, turning into fly ash and dissipating in the air.
The connection between Ix and the warp is weakening.
Realizing that the plan has been pushed to the final stage, Jaghatai tries hard to raise his head.
Relying on the suit of armor with the most advanced technology of the empire and the tenacious soul of the long-term battle in the subspace, he has persisted until now.
“You’re as stupid as ever, Mortarion. You wouldn’t be so crazy if you saw how Magnus was played by Guilliman to applause. You did everything he expected Guilty, using an unknown plague to try to win, and proudly issued a declaration of victory.”
“Impossible.” Mortarion said angrily: “If he is so powerful, did he foresee that you will fall into my hands? Let him save you, let him come. I can kill you now , no one can save you, Chagatai.”
Mortarion raised his scythe, trying to bring Jaghatai the final end.
“You have no chance, Mortarion. Ix will be your end.” Jaghatai activated the scimitar in his hand.
Golden lines spread across the wide blade.
released a bright golden light.
The extremely mysterious mighty force was brought in.
Astonished, Mortarion felt his body being restrained by an invisible force.
The empire has been studying the project of using the lighthouse device to leverage the power of belief.
In order to create a weapon capable of killing demons, Guilliman and Kaul comprehensively integrated subspace witchcraft, star **** technology, and technology unique to Guilliman to create an anti-sword similar to the Emperor’s Sword. magic weapon.
Just having anti-magic weapons is not enough.
Weapons can repel enemies, but they cannot catch them.
The Demon Primarch has the ability to escape into the warp at any time.
To capture Mortarion, we must find a way to cut him off from the Warp.
This is a very difficult thing.
For this reason, the sacred blade was researched.
In addition to being an arcane weapon, the lines on the sword body are also miniaturized lighthouse structural circuits, which can leverage the power of faith and form the shackles that imprison Mortarion.
The only disadvantage is that you need to be close enough to ensure success.
Before fully counterattacking Ix, the Empire conducted a comprehensive study.
A plan was drawn up to attack on both sides, ensuring that Mortarion had nowhere to go.
“He anticipated your escape, and the failure of Perturabo and Fulgrim will definitely make you vigilant and ready to escape at any time.” After prying the emperor’s power to form a cage, Jaghatai It also felt better.
Mortarion’s plague has done so much damage, more because of the power of the God of Plague.
As long as the power of the plague **** can be expelled, the damage of the plague itself to Chagatai can be repaired.
The damaged battle armor also started the nano-repair program, and each part returned to normal one by one.
“No.” Mortarion growled. 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 cut him off from the garden.
Plague God couldn’t save him either.
Unless the veil of reality and illusion no longer exists, there is only a glimmer of possibility.
“You are under arrest, fool,” said Jaghatai. “Have you heard the Emperor’s Song?? Father is waiting for you on Terra.”
“Don’t.” Mortarion’s voice trembled. “Don’t take me back.”
“Why not? Ten thousand years ago, didn’t you wish to enter the palace? You are about to get your wish, Mortarion.”
The sound of the engine of the gunboat came, and the gray knights who had already prepared came out of the gunboat.
They brought with them a force field device strong enough to imprison the Primarch.
Jagatai watched the actions of the gray knights.
Screaming, Mortarion was stuffed into the force field, and was transported into the gunboat by the machine slaves using industrial mechanical arms.
Now, it would be a true victory simply to transport Mortarion back to Terra.
Chagatai decided to take Mortarion back to Terra first, to meet Guilliman, and then return to his home planet to take a look.
The cruiser Deathfury belongs to the Flesh Tearers Chapter.
Chapter Master Seth refuses to accept Primaris warrior technology.
It is believed that Guilliman has evil intentions and intends to seize the position of the emperor.
After the Battle of Baal, the Flesh Tearers took a short break to repair their ships, and Seth left Baal with the remaining fighters to hunt down the remaining Zerg.
When the battle group was formed, the genes of the Flesh Tearers were mutated.
Make them extremely vulnerable to black anger and blood thirst.
As a result, many soldiers were incorporated into the death company.
The mother planet of the Flesh Tearner – Crytasia, can’t provide enough soldiers.
If it continues, it will inevitably lead to the destruction of the Flesh Tearers Chapter, and will eventually be canceled by the empire.
Seth once wanted to use an honorable death to bring the Flesh Tearer battle group to an honorable end.
For this reason, Seth led the Flesh Tearers to various battlefields, fighting alone to restore the bad reputation of the Flesh Tearers.
When Barr asked for help, he even brought all the remaining fighters to participate in the battle.
No doubt it is to fulfill the oath of the past.
When he learned that the Flesh Tearers might be wiped out, Seth made the oath.
“If the Flesh Tearers are destined to disappear, then let people remember them in the future, not fear them.”
Now, Seth feels that his idea is impossible to hold.
Flesh Tearers cannot get an honorable death.
The destruction of a warband would be regarded as a disgrace in this day and age.
The implantation surgery of old-style space warriors is extremely dangerous, and the seeds must be strictly screened. Only a small number of people can survive the operation period and become space warriors.
Compared with today’s nearly 100% success rate of original casting surgery, it is not a concept at all.
The number of original cast warriors in the empire is already very large.
Many old-style space fighters have chosen to upgrade the original casting, so as to gain more powerful power and accept brand-new changes.
People like Seth who resist change are slowly losing their influence, like ghosts of the old days.
On the dark side of the Empire, beyond the reach of the Emperor’s Astrotorch, the number of active Primaris Chapters is extremely large.
Guilliman reformed the military system of the empire, and the number of new battle groups far exceeded the previous ones, and the original number limit of the battle groups was also relaxed.
If the war requires it, the battle group can be expanded with the approval of the Military Affairs Department of the star area, up to more than 10,000 people.
One can imagine how many Primaris warriors are active in the empire today.
When the Flesh Tearers group led by Seth was hunting the Zerg, they encountered several groups.
The opponent relied on the original cast body and a large friendly army to crush those Zerg or aliens.
The Flesh Tearers have just finished their declaration of war and are preparing for airborne operations.
People have already achieved victory by virtue of large-scale teleportation technology and absolute firepower crushing.
For the meat tearers, it is undoubtedly a huge setback.
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 blows in succession, the chief priest of the Flesh Tearers said at the battle group meeting: “If we continue like this, we will not even be able to match the Astral Army Corps. Yes. Look at their equipment, all exoskeletons, levitation tanks, and knights to cooperate in combat.”
“The era of interstellar warriors has passed, and now belongs to the era of Primaris warriors. If we can’t adapt to the changes, we can only be eliminated.”
“We only have two hundred fighters. In the past, this was a force that should not be underestimated. But now, the opponent has invested more than a thousand Primaris fighters in a single battle, and there are several Astral Army regiments to assist in the battle. Our company Not qualified to participate in a standard battle, and can only fight alone on the periphery.”
Seth stood alone in the shadow of the Sanguinius statue, recalling in his mind the speeches of the Chapter meeting.
Compared to the rapid development of other chapters, the traditional chapters like the Flesh Tearers are about to be forgotten by the world.
Some people are tempted.
They were eager to use Guilliman’s technology to bring the Flesh Tearers back to life.
As long as they are Primaris warriors, the Fleshtearers can overcome bloodthirst and blackfury and become a popular warband.
No more headaches for the supply of soldiers, you can have a large-scale friendly army to assist.
Be able to penetrate the planet controlled by the enemy within an hour, recover worlds for the empire, and add more meritorious service to the battle group.
Catheth believes that such a rebirth is a blasphemy against the Emperor’s creation.
Without blood thirst and black anger, is the son of Sanguinius still the son of Sanguinius? ?
That’s just a group of Ultramarines called Flesh Tearers.
Seth would never allow such a thing to happen within his warband.
Stepping out of the shadows, in the dim room, Seth went straight to his arsenal.
In the long corridor, only a few places were lit with candles.
More places are shrouded in darkness.
The environment did not bother Seth in any way.
Space Marines have extraordinary senses and can easily see in the dark.
Walking down the corridor, Seth placed his hand on the biometric device in front of the heavy metal door.
With the sound of confirmation, the smooth panel hummed.
The door slowly opened.
Hidden piston mechanism hissing.
Walk to the center of the room.
A stasis field is glowing blue in the dark.
His Terminator armor was suspended there.
This set of battle armor has been passed down for more than three hundred years, and it was left behind by Seth’s predecessor.
The war traces above represent the feats of the Flesh Tearers Chapter, and are the embodiment of the tradition and spirit of the Flesh Tearers Chapter.
Those Chapters who listen to Guilliman betray their own traditions without honor.
“If we should disappear as a trace of an old age, the Flesh Tearer chooses an honorable death. Let Guilliman choke to death in his own decree, the Flesh Tearer will never compromise with him. Dante that fool , when he dies, the Archangel will spit on his soul.”
Seth smashed his fist into 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, then he will naturally seize the power of the empire.
What is the difference between such behavior and betrayal!
Seth would not give in to such a betrayal.
The Flesh Tearers will be the last to defend the glory of the Archangel Sanguinius.
Footsteps sounded, and the chief priest of the warband came in from outside.
“Captain, does the battle group need you to guide us to our destination?”
“Go to Prospero, Dante is there, trying to capture Magnus, it’s not easy, even if he received the primordial upgrade, it would be difficult to fight a Primarch. Can the Flesh Tearner Chapter After the death of the final honor, I will meet Dante there for the last time and spit on his betrayal of the archangel.” Seth said.
If the Flesh Tearer is a ghost of the old age, let it go with the old age.
Seth can’t change these people’s minds.
The only way to leave is with sincerity to the archangel and absolute loyalty to the emperor.
The Flesh Tearers will fight till the end.
“I will have my revenge.”
Sitting on the throne, Magnus gazed at the stars, his psionic empire was growing.
The entire star area has been brought under his control.
A steady stream of psykers, cultists, and traitors come from all directions to escape the persecution of the empire and seek a true alliance organization.
Each of these defectors gritted their teeth with hatred for the empire, and wanted to completely ruin that damned human empire.
The wizard star has formed a twin system with Prospero.
Magnus will use these two planets to leverage more powerful forces.
Guilliman is good at operations.
Magnus knows very well that if he wants to defeat Guilliman, he should not compare development with him.
He is good at witchcraft.
Using witchcraft to fight against Guilliman is the most obvious choice.
Relying on the mysteries of predicting the future and the intelligence of demons, Magnus has gradually pieced together Guilliman’s intentions.
This fellow is crazier than the Emperor.
Not only did people build webways, but they also built passages in different universes, hoping to use these methods to free humans from the shackles of the gods.
The emperor’s madness made him sit on the golden throne and suffered a lot.
Magnus is looking forward to the price that such an arrogant Guilliman will pay.
The missing chapters are in the public chapters, and they are already applying for lifting the ban
(end of this chapter)
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