269, Lord of Death Mortarion: Shroud dances and fights, Rorschach stabs the White King! (4)
[You struggled to drive the Hades Terminator Armor and launched a galloping charge.]
[Like a crazy Glocks beast, you keep knocking away the repair servitors blocking the way forward. ]
[The roaring bombs continuously hit the thick armor on your chest, and the explosions of fire continued to scatter countless metal fragments from the ceramic shell.]
【But you seem to have no fear and don't dodge at all.】
[The Butcher's Scythe you hold tightly in your palm quickly cuts through the air.]
[The sharp blade, accompanied by a terrifying scream, slammed into the Barbarus heavy sword that a Death Guard had just raised.]
[In an instant, the Butcher's Scythe, whose casting technology and material quality are far superior to ordinary weapons, cut off the opponent's melee weapon and was deeply embedded in the opponent's metal helmet. ]
[And under your casual pull, half of the head and shoulders, together with the broken power armor, crashed to the ground. 】
[At the same time, a handful of power scythes belonging to the Death Guard suddenly flew through the air and crashed hard toward the top of your helmet. 】
[You immediately drove the Hades Terminator Armor to move with heavy steps, and the tactical fearless armor, which was far more flexible than other types of Terminator Armor, allowed you to make quick response actions. ]
[You turned slightly sideways and chose to use the thicker shoulder armor to resist the fierce counterattack of the Death Guards. 】
[The next second, the Butcher's Scythe that you suddenly swept forward slashed through the power armor of several Death Guards, almost completely cutting the opponent's tall body in half. ]
[And just when the metal fragments and hot blood of the power armor have not completely landed.]
[You have already knocked away the dying Death Guards in front of you.]
[The Butcher's Scythe held tightly by your hands is like a terrifying metal whirlwind, slashing at the approaching Death Guards with great madness. 】
[Wait until hot blood splashes all over your helmet eyepiece.]
【You suddenly stopped your heavy steps forward.】
[You slowly turn around while driving the Hades-type Terminator armor covered with slash marks from power sickles and heavy swords.]
[At this moment, the mutilated corpses of the fourteen Death Guards are exposed one by one to your blood-red sight.]
[You spit out a breath of pungent chemical-smelling air from your mouth.]
[You suddenly feel that the forced blessing of Khorne is beginning to overflow within your body.]
[In an instant, your strength and speed seem to have been greatly improved, far exceeding those of normal Astartes monks. 】
[Even the Butcher's Scythe you hold tightly in your palm has undergone some subtle changes.]
[The already sharp edge of the sickle shows an astonishing blood-red color, as if it has become sharper and stronger.]
[You seem to have expected this, after all, today's subspace is the playground of the four gods of chaos.]
[And you are just a little ant under the other person’s nose who slightly suits his wishes. 】
[You subconsciously let out a fleeting sigh.]
[You drive the Hades-type Terminator armor and slowly pass by the repair servitors with only more than 600 people left.]
[You came directly to the front of the arsenal and opened the heavy metal door of the arsenal.]
[However, just when you are about to inform the final machine soul. 】
[Let it lead the surviving navigators and mortal servants to the arsenal to defend it.]
[Once again, you are keenly aware of a very abnormal and terrifying change, which quickly appeared on the Death Guard's flagship, the "Terminus". 】
[You suddenly drive the Terminator armor around.]
[Through the eyepiece of your helmet, you vaguely saw streams of thick green mist exuding infinite malice silently rushing towards a repair servitor, and spreading to all repair servitors in the blink of an eye.]
[Almost instantly, those defenseless repair servitors were completely transformed into plague zombies whose mechanical structures began to rot and stink.]
[Even the repair servitor controlled by the final machine soul was corrupted and mutated in an instant, and gradually disappeared from your sight.]
["...Erosion of Nurgle! Plague of the Walking Dead!" You gritted your teeth and let out a dull roar from inside the metal helmet. 】
[You reacted immediately, quickly drove the Terminator armor, and retreated into the arsenal where the entrance was open. ]
[However, at this time, a group of pitch-black swarms that keep making a terrifying buzz, carrying an unbearable stench, pass over the stumbling Nurgle zombies, and attack fiercely in front of you. 】
[You suddenly raised a thick arm wrapped in a metal shell, and the chemical injector located on your wrist instantly erupted into a terrifying poisonous mist that enveloped dozens of meters in radius.]
[Suddenly, in addition to the walking corpses of Nurgle, even the surrounding metal floors and even walls were corroded by chemical substances. 】
[Unfortunately, the terrifying poisonous mist is also effective against unprotected mortal teams or the Astartes monks.]
[For these destructor plagues, which appear to be biological swarms on the surface, but are actually an extension of the power of the evil god, they have no blocking effect at all. 】
[This swarm of pitch-black swarms with a terrifying buzzing swooped heavily on your Hades-type Terminator armor, and then quickly penetrated into your body. 】
[You instantly feel the decay and decay of the strong body and the contraction and trembling from the fire of the soul.]
[You can even feel the endless pain of your rock-solid will and the fighting rage of fighting the enemy being gradually pulled away from your tall body like silk and cocoon being peeled off.]
[Your consciousness seems to have fallen into a hazy state.]
[Your ears seem to be surrounded by a low voice that is unclear but has a kind and deep voice.]
[You subconsciously knelt on one knee, holding the Butcher's Scythe tightly with both hands to support your weak and painful body.]
[You couldn't help but let out a huge roar filled with unwillingness and anger from the depths of your throat.]
【"Stand up——"】
[At this moment, the kind murmurs that have been surrounding your ears seem to be violently dispersed. 】
【You actually vaguely heard a fleeting cruel sound.】
【"snort--"】
[The next moment, a large and continuous blessing of chaos quickly repaired your rotten and painful body, and continued to strengthen every inch of flesh and blood on your body.]
[Your physical strength is rapidly expanding, and you are heading towards a dangerous zone of depravity, never to return.]
[But only your soul fire is firmly protected by another powerful spiritual force, and no matter how the blessing of chaos impacts, it cannot enter at all. 】
[As a result, more chaos blessings suddenly changed the route of indoctrination. 】
[The Butcher's Scythe held tightly in the palm of your hands and the Hades-type Terminator armor worn on your body quickly underwent horrific changes.]
[The Butcher's Scythe, which is completely black and has a red edge, gradually sprouts bloody fangs made of metal. ]
[A blood-red living eye also appeared out of thin air on the side of the huge scythe, staring at you with your eyes closed and blinking. 】
[The original iron-gray metal appearance of your Hades-type Terminator armor has completely turned into a scarlet color. While the broken ceramic steel shell has been completely repaired, densely packed copper-colored X-shaped symbols are constantly imprinted on the inside and outside of the armor.
Every inch of space.]
[It wasn’t until a huge blood-red horn with metallic luster slowly grew on the forehead of your metal helmet, as if the endless blessing of chaos finally stopped instilling it. 】
[The next moment, you inside the helmet suddenly opened your closed blood-red eyes.]
