270, Lord of Death Mortarion: Shroud dances and fights, Rorschach stabs the White King! (5)
[You drive the brand-new Khorne Terminator armor and slowly stand up.]
[You subconsciously tightened your grip on the demonic weapon, the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, which had grown blood-red living eyeballs and metal fangs.]
[The scene in front of you is blood-red, and a few words seem to be echoing in your ears one after another.]
["Chop chop chop chop——"]
["Kill kill kill kill——"]
[Your scarlet gaze is fixed on the staggering walking corpses of Nurgle, and you can't help but let out a deafening roar from deep in your chest.]
[You lowered your metal helmet with a blood-red metal horn slightly, and your whole body looked like a ferocious steel bull.]
[Your two blood-red magnetic boots stepped heavily on the metal ground, launching a terrifying charge towards the Nurgle zombies ahead. 】
[In an instant, countless walking corpses of Nurgle that dared to stand in front of you were suddenly smashed into a large amount of flesh and blood flying everywhere by the extremely powerful collision force. 】
[Even the terrifying healing ability and tenacious decaying ability bestowed upon their corrupted bodies by the zombie plague cannot resist your arrival at all.]
【Your pace shows no sign of stopping.】
[You hold the Bloody Butcher's Scythe tightly with one hand and sweep it hard. As the sharp blade dances back and forth, the living eyeball above faintly emits waves of overlapping and echoing terrifying screams. ]
[Almost every staggering Nurgle zombie has no time to react and can only passively bear your endless wrath.]
[After only fifteen seconds, hundreds of five or six hundred Nurgle zombies were completely torn into pieces of rotten flesh everywhere by your crazy attack.]
[Puddles of green pus containing countless terrifying toxins and deadly viruses and bacteria are also constantly corroding the surrounding metal ground, and occasionally thick green mist rises. 】
[At this moment, having lost the target of attack, you suddenly stopped killing. 】
[You stand in the middle of a floor filled with pieces of rotting meat, subconsciously raising the sharp-edged Bloody Butcher's Scythe in your palm.]
[The tail of the extremely heavy demon weapon collided heavily with the metal ground, making a loud roar. 】
[You slightly raised your metal helmet with a bloody metal horn, and couldn't help but let out a terrifying roar that ended abruptly.]
["Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice..."]
【“…The Golden Throne!
”]
[Your tenacious consciousness and soul fire finally rose up to resist, breaking free from the endless desire for bloody killings and the heavy constraints. 】
[The blood-red scene in front of you slowly fades away, and your vision range barely returns to normal.]
[You subconsciously took a deep breath of the bloody air that had no chemical smell.]
[This is the first time you have been so close to the irreversible red line of chaos corruption and depravity.]
【But you no longer have the fear of this as before.】
[At this moment, all that is left in your heart is the deep hatred for being controlled by Chaos, and the endless anger at Khorne's forcible blessing. ]
[You stood there in silence for a moment.]
[You drove the Khorne Terminator Armor back to the arsenal.]
[Your cold gaze passes through the helmet's eyepiece and scans the many weapons and equipment inside that are dazzling and even very powerful. 】
[You have arrived in front of almost a mountain of melta bombs.]
[You easily picked up the boxes of melta bombs and started walking along the passages of the entire arsenal. ]
[You dispersed the melta bombs that were connected to the detonation device almost evenly throughout the arsenal.]
[You are ready to die together with the entire Death Guard aboard the Terminus and the Primarch Mortarion.]
[You put away the detonating device that can continuously detonate all melta bombs after some operation and exploration.]
[After completing everything, you left the arsenal with the Bloody Butcher's Scythe.]
[You start to drive the Khorne Terminator armor towards the upper cabin and bridge.]
[Although the arrival of the zombie plague has completely destroyed your plan to use the surviving navigators to turn the tide and save the entire Death Guard from falling. 】
[But you still want to try your best to see if you can save the Primarch Mortarion from his destined fate. 】
[Even if it fails in the end, it is better to die completely in your hands than to become the puppet of the Chaos Evil God.]
[Along the way, countless thick green mist began to spread inside the ship. 】
[A large number of ship repair servitors and the few mortal crew members have also been transformed into shambling Nurgle zombies. 】
[You kept wielding the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, ending their tragic fate.]
[You have also witnessed with your own eyes the Death Guards who are surrounded by the dark swarms of the Destroyer Plague and are constantly tormenting their powerful bodies and fragile souls. 】
[After countless Astartes monks saw you, a death shroud that was obviously ‘corrupted’ by Chaos.]
[They still clenched their weapons, trying to endure the unbearable endless pain, and stood up to attack.]
[You stare at the Death Guard through the helmet visor.]
[You waved the Bloody Butcher's Scythe without hesitation, giving them the only dignity left, the only dignity you could give - the relief called death. ]
[In an instant, accompanied by the continuous sweeping and slashing of the bloody butcher's sickle. 】
[The broken corpses of Death Guards almost cover the metal ground behind you.]
[Even the scarlet blood flowing everywhere seems to have put a tangible but invisible blood-colored cloak on your Khorne Terminator armor.]
[You drive the Khorne Terminator Armor forward, holding the Bloody Butcher's Scythe stained with the blood of countless Astartes monks in your palm.]
[You enter the elevator connecting the upper cabin and the middle cabin. 】
[Soon after, with the subtle sound of the mechanical valves in the elevator constantly turning, you successfully arrived at the upper cabin and slowly entered a new battlefield. 】
[You just walked a certain distance forward and entered a huge and empty ancient auditorium]
[You almost immediately saw the Death Guards around you who were either kneeling on one knee, slapping their metal helmets hard, and occasionally letting out uncontrollable roars of pain. 】
[However, just when you subconsciously raised the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, intending to give the Astartes monks in front of you the only relief. 】
[Wearing the armor of Barbarus, which is mainly iron gray and supplemented by green shoulder pads.]
[The terrifying figure with a huge body of three and a half meters tall and carrying a huge scythe named 'Nirvana' on its back has slowly crossed the remaining gaps between countless death guards and walked towards you.
】
[You couldn't help but take a deep breath, and subconsciously tightened your grip on the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, whose blood-red living eyes kept turning.]
[That is the Lord of the Death Guard who has not yet completely fallen, the Pale King...the fourteenth Primarch, Mortarion!]
