Just when the Flies or Nurgle Fly Knights had just left the front line of the Nurgle army, the light of the bombardment began to flicker again - the anti-aircraft artillery fire accurately blossomed in the Nurgle Air Force, and a large number of Nurgle monsters fell to the filthy ground like a rainstorm in the burning flames.
"Air forces, continue to charge, land forces, advance with force."
Listening to the short screams of Nurgle monsters constantly coming from the plague wind, listening to the Great Unclean Ones who watched the war but did not join the battle - even the grandfather god's muttering of dissatisfaction with himself, Mortarion, who already understood that even if he won this battle, the result would be a "classic imperial victory", felt his heart begin to sink vaguely. At the same time, the answer in his heart that he had been avoiding just now became clearer and clearer...
"Is my current opponent really him? If it is really him, then was He already?"
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"This... Nurgle's troops were badly bombed."
"There's something wrong with the way Fluttermoth is playing. He just rushed over head on with a large formation without any cover. After he stepped into the firing range, he was bombarded all over the head but still didn't adjust his tactics and continued F2A. Isn't he afraid that his father will be unhappy if he sends too many units?"
As there was no need for combat at the moment, the Chosen One, who was sitting in a very un-Astartes manner under one of the Political Commissar's vehicles, swiped the combat information board in front of him with his hands, sighing with admiration.
"If he doesn't play this way, he can't use other ways. There are too many Nurgle demons under his command this time, and they don't support micro-control at all. In addition, the area around us has been burned to a white ground. In theory, it would take a lot of time and effort for those Nurgle things to get around. Therefore, from the perspective of the warp, it might be better to use F2A directly. After all, the plague winds and other messy things lingering around the Nurgle demons can help them defend against long-range attacks. They are also the epitome of thick skin and high blood. Assuming that our vehicles are firing normal material shells, it would be a blessing from the Emperor if these few waves of artillery fire can take away a bunch of plague zombies. It's really a fancy way. With the mobility of Nurgle demons that is even more disastrous than that of disaster movies, the final result is likely to be a failure."
Using the advantages of the Oil Man chess piece's descending body and combining it with the characteristics of the Nurgle demon, Dan Dan quickly analyzed the battlefield and came to the conclusion that "there is not much problem with Mortarion's style of play."
"Indeed, from the very beginning, Mortarion's tactics were very clear. He used a large number of Nurgle miscellaneous units as cannon fodder and bait, and the mid-to-high-end Nurgle psychic units cooperated with those Nurgle demon engines and war weapons to continuously carry out push-type suppression bombardment on our positions. His biggest mistake was that he did not recognize that the first wave of shooting was biased towards bait. As a result, the general layout of his army was directly seen through by Senior Fei, and he was immediately covered by targeted firepower."
Taking into consideration that if he used the Advent of the Imperial Guards, it might be difficult to coordinate with the Curse Binding when the battle officially started, he switched the Advent to his Legendary Shadow Sword Commander, and the Political Commissar Sister, who was temporarily staying in the rear with his Castle Lord chess pieces and other units, raised her head slightly, looked at another round of fire passing across the sky, and smacked her eyes at Ferrus's precise battlefield control ability. After guessing that Senior Sister Fei must be among the support that Big E would send to them, the Hammers went all out and simply entrusted the command of a large number of vehicles to Senior Sister Fei through Big E. The Primarch of the Iron Hands did not disappoint the Hammers' expectations, and used the Hammers' vehicles to dismantle Mortarion's entire tactics in a few strokes. Especially the first three waves of attacks that directly destroyed most of the long-range firepower of the Nurgle Plague Army, which was a work of art!
"However, at this relative speed, Lao Mo's troops will soon be close to our real front line of defense, right?"
Abathur, who was observing the situation of Warhammer, said so - admittedly, without the long-range firepower equal to that of the Hammermen, Mortarion's troops would suffer huge casualties every time they advanced, but the number of Nurgle's troops was so terrifying that they were still approaching unstoppably, approaching...
"War in Warhammer is like this. Long-range strikes are rarely the decisive factor, and the final victory or defeat is often determined by sword and fire - of course, before the battle..."
Liang Feifan, who was still maintaining the form of the Grey Knight Paladin, raised the weapon in his hand, locked the front, and then pulled the trigger hard. A blue and white energy ball with a slight golden light whizzed out, sending a large number of Nurgle demons in the front back to the cycle of the warp.
"We still have plenty of time to be 'unsportsmanlike'."
36. Battle of Nurgle Garden - Stalemate on the battlefield
Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion, was one of the loyal Primarchs who fell during the Heresy.
At the moment when his neck was cut off by his friend, Gorgon of the planet Medusa thought that his duty had been forced to come to an end. However, when he was ready to embrace the eternal silence, a golden light brought Ferrus to a magnificent palace. In this "afterlife" that he had never seen before, Ferrus met many imperial warriors who had long died, and even met the owner of this palace -
A golden shadow, his father's...shadow.
"I see."
From this
After learning from Shadow some of the truth behind the truth of the Empire that his father had hidden, Ferrus was not angry, nor did he question it, nor was he frustrated because everything he had believed was actually a sophisticated lie. The iron giant silently took on the responsibility after his death, and led the heroic souls after his death into a war that would never end. Indeed, the promises made by his father to him had dissipated, and the rational future of mankind had already fallen into the laughing mouths of the hungry gods. The Empire, which was originally an emergency measure, became full of loopholes due to the washing of time, and even seemed crazier than Chaos in some places. However, Ferrus knew that even if there was no hope, even if there was no light in the future, as long as the human race still survived in the galaxy, he would do his best to open up a road - even if the end of the road was a bottomless cliff.
And today, Ferrus, who was called to the battlefield by the power of his father, was shocked to find that the inevitable fate set for mankind by the dark gods seemed to have been pried open?
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A thick fog spread over the battlefield.
Although Ferrus's exquisite command and perfect calculations made the Hammers' long-range firepower vehicles successfully exert a lethality beyond the Hammers' expectations, the number of Nurgle demons summoned by Mortarion from Nurgle's corrupted garden was too large. Therefore, despite suffering various heavy losses, the frontline troops of the Nurgle Plague Army successfully contacted the Hammers' chess pieces at the front after enduring more than ten rounds of artillery fire. When the troops of both sides officially collided, the sky and the earth, which had already become a chaotic battlefield, were silent for almost a second, and then...
A sudden outburst of Nurgle's corrupt torrent!
In an instant, plague winds blew, poisonous rain poured down, decay spread, and plague clouds crept low - seeing the corrupt troops in his garden successfully engage in battle with the invaders, the Grandfather God acted without hesitation, suppressing and pushing away the golden power that had been burning his children, and at the same time quickly repairing the defects on his children's bodies and healed the wounds in their souls - in the blink of an eye, the morale of Nurgle's plague army suddenly soared to a terrifying level!
that is......
"?"
With the 'generous help' of the great father who had been watching the battlefield, the Nurgle demons, who were already filled with anger from the previous artillery attacks, waved their rusty or rotten twisted weapons that were stained with the toxins from the Nurgle Garden, and couldn't wait to send them into the bodies of the warp beings in front of them, who looked no different from ordinary mortals, in the hope of spreading the gift from the father. The few great unclean ones who were in the front were brandishing rusty swords in their right hands and shaking rotten bells in their left hands, trying to spread as many blessings as possible. However, within three seconds of the battle, these Nurgle demons discovered that something was wrong with their opponents.
Why do these things not have any traces of their bodies after being blessed by the power of the loving father? Why do these things leave no trace of their souls after being destroyed? Why...?
Before these Great Unclean Ones, led by one demon, could use their thinking "organs" which were essentially a bunch of corrupt things and driven by their dark souls to figure out the problems that emerged before them, the chess pieces destroyed by the Nurgle demons suddenly turned into balls of roiling golden flames, and at lightning speed they infected the Nurgle demons closest to them, burning the essence of these rotten things like maggots on the tarsus - within just a few breaths, the Nurgle demons in the front were killed or seriously injured, and a golden wall of flames also took the opportunity to rise from the ground, firmly blocking the spreading Nurgle corruption - although the grandfather god still wanted to use its power again to pave the way for his children, the crazy increase in the intensity of the war in the other three directions forced it to give up this idea.
"Really no soul?"
Of course, Mortarion, who didn't care about the loss of these Nurgle demons at all, didn't notice the current predicament of his grandfather god - in fact, after determining that his opponent might be one of his dead brothers, the God of Death of Barbarus has been in a dreamy state - this state made him a little absent-minded when he floated to the front line to harvest ordinary chess units, until he was burned by the golden flames on his body, then he threw away the mess in his mind and focused on fighting, but with such concentration, Mortarion also discovered the strangeness of these opponents, and - he further uncovered the reason for the strangeness!
"No soul? How is that possible! Everything in the subspace is based on the soul! Even a stone, a puddle, or a fallen leaf has its own soul! Soulless things cannot exist in the subspace!"
Hearing Mortarion's self-talking words, a Great Unclean One who had just lost three fingers on his right hand in the explosion of a Krieg Death Engineer chess piece when he was dying suddenly shouted in "shock" - these ordinary Great Unclean Ones were not qualified to visit the Great Father's hut at will, and naturally they were not aware that their Great Father had long been aware of the abnormality of these invaders.
"That's the truth. They really appeared before us, and they really burned the bodies of you stupid things. I
I told you that witchcraft and magic cannot explain everything in the warp. Only numbers can explain everything perfectly. "
While Mortarion answered the Great Unclean One's 'surprise' in a hoarse voice, he gently spun his sickle to chop several Cadian soldiers around him into golden fireballs, raised his hand, locked onto several Krieg soldiers who were charging towards him in the distance with his Pluto, and blasted them into sparks with a ghostly green energy bomb - as a demon primarch, Barbarus's Grim Reaper did not crave souls like the conventional Warp Demons, so after confirming that there was indeed a thing called 'anti-Warp witchcraft common sense' in front of him, Mortarion even felt a little excited in his heart.
——It was a little less exciting than knowing not long ago that Typhons was only one breath away from complete annihilation.
Of course, the Pale King's excitement did not last long - accompanied by several brilliant golden lights suddenly exploding in the Nurgle demon group, the Hammer Elite troops led by Liang Feifan's Grey Knight Paladin squad, under the command of Ferrus, accurately landed near some important units of Nurgle demons, and all brandished their battle blades and spears that spread the Emperor's wrath - the fire of revenge rose, and several Nurgle daemons who led key demon troops or supported key psychic energy turned into ashes without even having time to scream, and when Mortarion wanted to adjust the formation, he found that these raiders appeared accurately in other places - there was even a round of fire cover.
"As expected of you, my brother."
After flapping his wings and flying up again, he casually used his weapons to knock down several shells flying towards him into sparks. Without caring that he had now become a target of public ridicule, Mortarion stepped on a swarm of plague insects and silently looked down at the array of demons under his command. He saw clearly that the layout of his own line had been completely disrupted, and his anticipated emergency plan had also been targeted - his brother had not left him any room for maneuver, and his own Nurgle army was being divided and cut off - yes, Nurgle demons are tough and have strong vitality, but, on the battlefield of this great game, they are not much better than real mortals.
"All troops, abandon all formations and charge forward."
After a brief thought, Mortarion decisively came up with the best solution to the current situation - he knew Ferrus's art of command too well, and the command in the warp was not as delayed as in real combat, and it seemed that his opponent would not have any "morale" problems at the moment - therefore, turning the Nurgle army into a random punch, beating them madly and without rules was his only way out. Although this way would bring him closer to an "imperial victory", however, using other methods, there would be no possibility of victory at all!
"Is this your choice, Mortarion? Abandon all rationality and hope that Chaos will lead you to victory?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in Mortarion's ears, and in contrast to this voice were the dying howls of thousands of Nurgle demons. The halo of dusk enveloped the array of demons, and the familiar yet unfamiliar person to Mortarion had already killed him.
"Ah...it's you. I thought the first person to challenge me would be my stupid brother."
Looking at the dusk raiders in front of him, wearing the power armor of the oldest 14th Legion, sprayed with the same colors and emblems as when he first met them, Mortarion's eyes hidden behind the mask were dazed for a moment, and a feeling that he had long forgotten rose up from the depths of his corrupt and dirty soul. This feeling was so strange and real that Mortarion couldn't help but give up floating in the air, shouted back those who wanted to continue - well, the Nurgle demons without order had already avoided this group of evil stars far away - and slowly landed in front of these warriors who had once been loyal to him.
"You are now completely unqualified to fight Lord Ferrus - the Gene Father! Look at what you have become? You have become the thing you once told us you hated the most!"
Before Garro could finish Mortarion's words, a Dusk Raider walked out of the formation and shouted at his gene father. However, after hearing the accusation of his offspring, Mortarion just chuckled.
"I have only existed in a different form, but you have crossed that line and become puppets of sorcery. My brother, Ferrus Manus, must be a monster like you?"
"When I was with you on the Endurance, why didn't I realize that you actually had the characteristics of a creature from ancient Terra? From the moment you chose to betray the Emperor, the Legion, and your own oath and join Chaos, you were already corrupted - escaping will not change your current essence in the slightest, Mortarion."
Since there was indeed a bit of twisted logic in what Mortarion said, the Dusk Raider who had attacked Mortarion didn't know how to respond, so Garro pulled the subject back in time - of course, Mortarion was successfully angered by Garro's words and almost raised his scythe.
"And you? On Terra, you betrayed me, the Legion, and the Greatness - you did not join my immortality, but willingly bowed to another who was essentially a Warp - what is the difference between you and me?"
“I never
There is no denying that I have now become a creature of witchcraft, the father of genes."
Saying these words that made the expression under Mortarion's hood change slightly, Garro sighed and awakened his sword, causing a blue-gold light to flow on it. Then, he stared into the depths of Mortarion's hood without fear.
"But, Mortarion, I still abide by my original oath. I still fight for the Emperor, for the Empire, and for humanity. After I became like this, I spend all my time fighting against the enemies of humanity. And you, what are you fighting for now?"
"Because you killed Typhons like that, I was going to give you a chance to return to my service and become my right-hand man of honor again. Now it seems that you don't want this chance. I was able to kill you once on Terra, so I can kill you again here. This time, I won't give you a chance to rise again."
Completely enraged by Garro's words, Mortarion swung his scythe and slashed heavily at Garro, but in response he was greeted by the flash of Garro's sword and the sound of the Dusk Raiders firing.
“Zi—boom!!!!”
37. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle (Final) - The Garden in Flame
Garro, former Captain of the 7th Company of the Death Guard, a Space Marine from Terra, and a Knight Errant.
Mortarion, Lord of the Death Guard, Death to Barbarus, and Daemon Primarch of Nurgle.
In this turbid and ever-changing warp, the battle on Terra reappeared in the chaos under the wielding of these two who were once close friends but are now mortal enemies. The two legendary weapons, "Silence" and "Freedom", finally collided again thousands of years after they appeared in the real world. The plague of Nurgle swept violently, and the holy wrath of the Emperor rose and fell. The crystal thread of fate rose and fell with the trembling of the two weapons - on the brass skull seat, the blood god poked his head slightly. Deep in the Palace of Pleasure, Slaanesh screamed excitedly.
"How foolish of you to overestimate your own abilities."
Mortarion's hoarse voice pierced through the buzzing swarm of Nurgle, rubbing against Garro's soul like the worst sandpaper. Barbarus's Death easily blocked the Ranger's slash, and at the same time had enough strength to flap his wings to deflect the projectiles flying towards him - when the bombs or other things flew back in front of the Dusk Raiders, they were all dyed an ominous rotten green.
"..."
Garro did not respond to his Primarch's provocation. He took a deep and steady breath, feeling the power of Mortarion transmitted back from his blade. He steadied his legs, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and tried his best to resist the slash of the Death God from Barbarus - golden fire leaped wildly on his body and on the edge of his sword, devouring the plague, killing the swarm of insects, burning the silent blade, and also "burning" Mortarion's eyeballs.
"Is this your current strength? You could be even stronger!"
After a stalemate with Garro for almost three seconds, Mortarion, who felt that he would definitely take the lead, turned on the taunting mode while shaking his wings violently, rolling up two tornadoes filled with warm and decayed water mist, making the mist around him and Garro begin to become worse and thicker. As the mist rose, the tentacles of Nurgle Plague climbed onto Garro's instep, and the voice of the Lord of All Things began to linger in Garro's ears - this fair dark god who loved all life endured the four heart-piercing pains that were being inflicted on him, and promised the Ranger Knight that as long as he was willing to throw himself into his arms, he would be willing to give him a favor that surpassed that of Typhons - even if he just wanted to lie still, the Father of Plague would tolerate his behavior, because the Grandfather God loved him and hoped to give him true peace.
Then, Garro's answer to Nurgle was -
A golden shock wave exploded and spread out from his body, purifying all the Nurgle pollution nearby!
"You refused this last chance, Nathaniel, just like you refused to stand by my side..."
Although he was forced to take a big step back by the power from "Him", his hands holding the sickle were trembling slightly due to the impact of the power, and there were several burn marks on the corrupted armor he was wearing. However, the Pale King felt that there was no problem with his condition, so he just gently stirred his power and let himself float in the air several feet above the ground in an "anti-gravity" posture. He lowered his head slightly and stared at Garo, who was as steady as a mountain, but the flames on his body dimmed a little bit. The demon primarch could see that Garo's form had become slightly unstable due to the energy explosion just now.
"I am loyal to the Emperor, the Empire, and humanity first, and then to you, Mortarion. From the moment you chose to betray me, it was destined that we could no longer walk the same path. As for what's behind you?"
Under the gaze of his own Primarch, Garro made a move that was very un-Knight-Ranger. He cleared his throat and forcefully spat something that looked like spit onto the Nurgle carpet at Mortarion's feet. Along with the sound of something being eroded and the rise of white smoke, the twisted life at Mortarion's feet quickly withered, and the fact that he was insulted by his own offspring began to devour the already limited sanity in his soul.
"In three moves, I will bury your soul forever in the mercy
In the Father's garden, Nathaniel - you need not regret now, for in the future you will have endless time to regret your sins today."
Mortarion swung his scythe with force once again, slashing at Garro with an absolutely powerful force, and the response he got from Garro was a chuckle.
"Ah?"
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Kugath is very sad now.
Although Nurgle's chief demon usually always appears to be extremely sad, now Ku'gath feels that his defense has been broken in the sense of the warp.
Without him, his friend, his ally, the demon primarch Mortarion, who currently led a demon army of seven times seven times seven Great Unclean Ones, actually chose to use the simplest and most brutal method to fight with the guys who were previously collectively called "the Cursed" by the demons, who even the demons of Tzeentch might not know what to call them now, and easily caused the eternal death of hundreds of thousands - no, it's hard to say whether it was millions of brothers. He himself put on an "I don't care" look, fighting with a bunch of things that Ku'gath wanted to hide from, and he was obviously enjoying it - he didn't care at all that the grandfather god, who had been suffering from the pain caused by the four forces, would cry from time to time because of the deaths on the battlefield he was responsible for, and even the entire Nurgle Garden was gloomy - the Nurgle beasts were limp and had no energy, the Nurgle spirits looked at each other, the Nurgle flies flew blindly and disorderly, and even the most carefree Nurgle toads...
It looks all over the place!
Moreover, for Kugath, this matter has another worse problem, which is closely related to himself - because of Mortarion's poor magic vein connections, a considerable part of the magic army assembled under his command was found by Kugath through his own connections for Mortarion. If these Great Unclean One friends of his suffered heavy losses due to Mortarion's operations...
Although Rotigus was weakened because of Typhons's affairs, his loving father is still watching over them!
"No, I have to go to the front line to help."
After briefly imagining the consequences of Mortarion's defeat, Ku'gath felt a chill in his soul, even though he was the chief demon of Nurgle and theoretically could not be devoured by the plague. So, in order to prevent his worst guess from becoming a reality, Ku'gath decisively packed up a bunch of bottles and jars, brought his personal demon soldiers, let the Nurglings carry his favorite sedan chair, and personally rushed to the battlefield - the Great Unclean One knew that this action would definitely displease Mortarion, but it had no choice.
However......
When Ku'gath, with the help of his Nurglings, rode the plague winds of the Garden of Nurgle and rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed, a series of golden lightning transmitted by the Terminators firmly blocked its possibility of going further into the depths of the battlefield. Before Ku'gath could complain loudly, the voice of the Iron Hands Primarch was transmitted into the ears of the Great Unclean One along with a burning sensation.
"Foul creature of Nurgle - your adversary is me."
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Swinging the sickle again and again.
Mobilizing the power of the great Father again and again.
Pull the trigger again and again.
The demon primarch named Mortarion was still fighting, still continuing a duel that he had thought would have ended long ago - there were already more burn marks on the armor he was wearing, and even a few obvious sword marks, the vicious plague cloud swirling on his huge scythe seemed much thinner than at the beginning, and the plague insect swarm flying behind him was already mostly damaged - the rotten ulcers growing on the ground he was trampling on had long since disappeared, replaced by pure white.
Pure white as if there is nothing there.
"Is this the power you get after selling out everything, betraying everything? Mortarion? How many moves have you made now? The tenth move, or the twentieth?"
Garro of the Dusk Raider was also still fighting, although his condition seemed broken, the double-headed eagle symbol on his chest was full of cracks, his right shoulder armor was missing, and only half of his left hand guard was left, revealing the golden body inside - except for the free sword in his hand, which was still surrounded by blue light and still boiling with the Emperor's rage.
"But you are about to be defeated, Garo - I have prepared a tomb for your soul, an eternal tomb."
Mortarion used his skinny hands to steady his scythe to prevent it from being knocked off balance by Garro's counterattack, and at the same time took a deep breath - this instinctive behavior of the living has long been forgotten in the soul of the Pale Lord, but now, the Death God of Barbarus needs to use this action to force himself to return his attention to the collision of the blades.
"Really? Are you so sure you can snatch my soul from His hands? With your courage that you don't even dare to face His flames?"
Although his body was covered with wounds, Jialuo's sword moves were still steady, and the sword light of the Ranger Knight shone in the air that was no longer filthy.
Gusts of golden wind blew up in the air, forcing the Daemon Primarch of the Death Guard to launch increasingly powerful and heavier attacks - the sword and sickle kept colliding, and the sound of collisions turned into rolling thunder in the warp.
finally.......
During another collision and retreat, Garro, who was already at the end of his strength, revealed a fatal flaw, and this flaw was naturally captured by Mortarion, who had been looking for a blow to end the existence of his offspring again. The Death God of Barbarus raised his scythe, split the remaining mist in the air, and slashed hard at Garro's chest - the powerful force of the Demon Primarch swept away the power sword that Garro had hastily intercepted, and cut straight into the position where the Knight Ranger's heart should be, firmly pinning it to the ground - just like that year, just like the battle on Terra.
"As you can see, He cannot protect you."
Watching the power of the great father begin to flow through Garro's body, Mortarion's face under his hood finally revealed his first smile since the battle began. He stirred his sickle more vigorously so that it could penetrate deeper into the soul of his offspring - he wanted to take Garro's soul away, and he had already arranged a cemetery for the soul of the Knight Ranger - an eternal tomb among the festering fungi next to his own corrupt hut.
"Um???"
Suddenly, a strange, unprecedented feeling swept over Mortarion's heart, causing the Demon Primarch to involuntarily pull back his weapon, spread his wings, and quickly move away from Garro, who should have lost his combat effectiveness, at the highest speed - and his judgment was undoubtedly correct - when the Nurgle corruption bestowed by Mortarion on Garro infected every inch of Garro's body, the Knight-Errant's body turned into a blazing fireball without any warning!
"Ha—is this your end? He actually wants to hurt me with such a trick?"
Mortarion, who had easily figured out the reason why Garro became like this after being killed by him, just uttered a short laugh, but Garro's deep voice stopped his actions - the soul of the Knight Ranger did not dissipate, but flickered in the fire. But, how is this possible? He had already!!!
"How pathetic! Now you can't even tell whether your opponent has been defeated. Where did the Death God of Barbarus go?"
Standing in the flames, Garro stared at Mortarion's movements with his pupils, and was secretly shocked by the powerful force the Emperor had given him this time - just now, he had actually prepared for the worst outcome, but the body that fell off his body turned into the purest power, supporting his soul firmly again - Garro could even clearly hear the purest emotions surging in his comrades' hearts, and hear what they most desired!
