Chapter 1099 Mortarion, We Need You

Vulkan: "To be honest, this is quite strange. After all, I have been busy defending Terra instead of attacking Terra... But this is really Waaagh! Isn't it! My boys!"

The Salamanders who were led astray: "Waaagh! Immortal Primarch Vulkan! We love you!"

The noisy voice made Mortarion dizzy. He quickly blocked it and focused his attention on the battle in front of him.

Under the full siege of so many Primarchs and Legions, the fall of the Terra Palace is a foregone conclusion.

Now there is only one heavily guarded area that needs to think about a complete attack plan to reduce damage.

That is the core of the Terra Palace, the throne hall where the throne is placed and connected to the webway.

Of course, what is stored here is not the authentic throne of the ascended god, but just a replica with an empty model.

The difficulty of attacking here is mainly the degraded millions of guards, and the various demons that continue to pour out of the webway.

It is said that these demons all came from the core area of ​​the chessboard battlefield, and came via a one-way subspace teleportation array.

"Ah..." Mortarion sighed, and used mild poison gas to scent his armor. He now felt more and more that this war was just a game played by Tzeentch.

When he was performing the numerology ritual, he could also hear the familiar voice of Nurgle ringing softly in his ears.

"Tzeentch is really unreliable... I suspect she has gone crazy and completely forgotten her original intention of playing the great game."

Of course, that's not the case. Mortarion heard that the subjective Lin Fan has been providing them with power support at a higher level.

For example, yesterday, he heard a rather outrageous record.

A rhino transport vehicle lost control and plunged into the center of more than a dozen degraded imperial guards.

As a result, when these degraded imperial guards chopped, the rhino transport vehicle exploded, taking all these degraded imperial guards away in one wave.

Although the degraded imperial guards were a little weak, they were not so unbearable. They were more or less made according to the template of the Imperial Guards, so it was no problem for them to withstand a Destroyer mortar at close range.

This was probably the effort of the subjective.

And even earlier...

The outrageous battle reports could no longer make Mortarion feel any ripples in his heart, as he had long been accustomed to the occurrence of impossible things.

"Lord Mortarion, the Morya Remains Line is ours now."

"Hmm? Didn't you say yesterday that the line was difficult to conquer? How come it was conquered today?"

"Uh... a team of nuns came to support us."

"Battle Sisters? Support us? Are you kidding me?"

"No, Lord Mortarion. I'm serious. I saw with my own eyes those nuns wearing red armor and carrying chainsaw swords. They entered the depths of the enemy's position in a flash. Just one head nun knocked down five Terminators like cutting melons and vegetables..."

After listening, Mortarion was silent for a long time, and then he replied helplessly, "Okay, I know, it's probably the Subjective or the Emperor who provided them with support. Don't worry too much."

When Mortarion was formulating a new battle plan, his communicator beeped, and a Primarch brother x-on:him.

When he opened it, he found that it was an invitation from Magnus, asking him to temporarily put down his work and go to the ruins of a church for a meeting.

Uh... what a hassle...

Motarion stood up, told the legion to defend well, and then left in a hurry.

After arriving at the place, he found that there was more than one Magnus in the ruins of the church.

Lorgar, Fulgrim, and Leman Russ were also there.

Leman Russ raised his hand, saying that he was only here to supervise Magnus not to make a fool of himself.

And Lorgar and Fulgrim came here to help Magnus complete the next task.

Magnus looked at Mortarion with a smile, and then expressed his thoughts, or it could be said that it was a suggestion that the subjective Lin Fan gave him before the war.

As soon as Mortarion heard it, his expression changed immediately. He angrily shook his cloak and questioned, "You asked me to upgrade my magic again? Are you kidding me!"

"Ahem... Don't be angry, my good brother." Magnus walked over. Mortarion, as the first person who disliked witchcraft, showed obvious disgust for Magnus's approach.

But Magnus didn't care, and just continued, "This question of ascending to a demon~ We should look at it more broadly. To put it clearly, ascending to a demon is just to transform the power of the warp and then put it on the body. It's the same as humans refining iron to cast armor."

"You are changing the concept..."

Then your numerology is not?

All the primarchs, including Leman Russ, wanted to complain like this, but they all kept silent for the sake of the next work.

"Why am I the demon? If it's ascending to a demon, isn't Fulgrim the one with the most experience here?"

When Fulgrim heard Mortarion say this, his face was embarrassed and blushed.

"Actually... Actually, there are not that many..."

This weak explanation sounded unconvincing, and Magnus had to tell Mortarion the truth.

"Because you are very strong after ascending to a demon."

When Mortarion heard this, his somewhat turbid eyes lit up, and it seemed that he was very concerned about whether he was strong or not, "Really? Do you really think so?"

"Really." Magnus replied seriously, "Not only do I think so, all the brothers here think so, even the Subjective..."

"Oh... it's him again..." Mortarion lost interest when he heard the Subjective, "You are also bewitched by that mysterious power? Start to take shortcuts?"

"If it can significantly reduce casualties, it is worth taking shortcuts. Without the influence of the Subjective's magical power, the casualty rate of our army would increase by at least 200%, and the attack speed would not be so fast."

"This is no longer a war..."

"My brother, don't say that. When you become a demon, you will change your mind after experiencing that powerful power."

Mortarion frowned. He felt that Magnus's statement was very dangerous, just like the Lord of Change when he lied.

But before he could say anything, Leman Russ, who moved with the stealth of a wolf, quietly moved behind Mortarion.

Bang!

A big flying kick!

The kick made Mortarion fly out and landed in the demon ritual formation in the center of the church.

The next moment, Lorgar put his hands together and immediately chanted an obscene spell to guide the power of the warp to come.

"I'm sorry, brother, but we have to do this."