274, Lord of Death Mortarion: Shroud dances and fights, Rorschach stabs the White King! (9)
[You loosen your grip on the melta bomb.]
[Quickly pull out the thick arm that is constantly corroded by the sticky and smelly green blood.]
[Your two blood-red magnetic boots stomped hard on the ground, and the Terminator armor continued to retreat backwards. 】
[At the moment of lightning, Typhons, whose eyes dropped, couldn't help but let out a roar of shock and anger. ]
【"How dare you——"】
[It instantly raised a huge palm covered with a metal shell.]
[I will insert it into my rotten body, intending to pull out the melt bomb that is about to explode from the wound.]
[However, the wound healing ability that Nurgle God's Chosen is proud of has completely become Typhons's life-threatening talisman.]
[His thick fingers haven’t even touched the corrupted body, and the huge wound you stabbed open has already disappeared in an instant and has been healed. 】
[At the same time, just when you just started to move backwards.]
[Mortarion, wearing the armor of Barbarus, quickly stepped forward.]
[The huge scythe of Nirvana that suddenly danced in his palm quickly cut through the air, easily cutting off Typhons's thick arm that wanted to tear apart the corrupted body again. ]
[The next moment, before the severed arm exuding the stench of green decay has completely fallen to the ground. 】
[Mortarion's yellow eyes suddenly widened, and the giant scythe in his palm was destroyed, and he changed the direction of the attack. 】
[Like lightning, it swept towards the neck of Typhons’ rotten power armor.]
[The terrifying speed and power of this attack far exceed your imagination.]
[Even the sharp edge of the giant scythe seemed to rub out wisps of fleeting and dazzling sparks in the air.]
[In an instant, Typhons, who had just lost his arm, didn’t even have time to wave the demon sickle in his other hand to defend and block. 】
【Peng——】
[And accompanied by the crashing sound of the severed arm exuding a green rotting stench, it finally landed on the ground. 】
[The giant scythe of Nirvana flashed by the sharp blade and was quickly held in the palm of Mortarion's hand, and his huge body instantly fell backwards. 】
【"Hiss, no——"】
[In an instant, Typhons, whose one-horned helmet was slightly tilted and broken, swelled like a ball and stopped any movement. 】
[A stream of extremely hot and terrifying light burst out from its rotten body.]
[Countless terrifying magma that expanded violently to the point of boiling completely melted Typhons’ tall body, leaving not even a trace behind. 】
[At this moment, Nurgle God's Chosen Typhons was successfully expelled back to the Garden of the Father by you and Mortarion.]
[You stare at the gradually melting metal ground within a radius of tens of meters and the rising traces of smoke.]
[The corners of your mouth hidden behind the metal helmet reveal a smile.]
["The herald of Nurgle is dead. It has been expelled back to the subspace and cannot come back for the time being. Next, the problem we should solve is how to eliminate the Destroyer Plague of the Death Guard. So far, perhaps we can only do it in Tai
Only the emperor can do it..."]
[You stared at Mortarion’s huge back and said calmly.]
[However, at this moment, the sharp blade from the giant scythe suddenly falls towards the top of your head. 】
["Mortarion!
"You roared subconsciously.]
[You instantly raised the Bloody Butcher's Scythe tightly in your palm and withstood Mortarion's sudden attack.]
["Twenty-two, the two things I hate the most are, first, being pointed at the nose and saying that this is all for your own good, and second, that old immortal in the Palace of Terra..."]
["But you keep saying this over and over again, you are just looking for death!"]
[Mortarion blinked his yellow eyes slightly, staring at the eyepiece of your helmet with an almost deathly cold gaze.]
[The majestic and deep voice echoes in your ears.]
[You almost laughed out loud at the Primarch’s twisted thinking.]
[You suddenly let out a roar from deep in your chest, driving the thick arms of the Terminator armor upwards, forcefully pushing away the sharp edge of the giant scythe. ]
["Mortarion, you have come all the way from the poisonous planet of Barbarus to today. Why are you fighting?"]
[Your hands tightly grasp the cold handle of the Bloody Butcher's Scythe.]
[You stared at Mortarion, who wielded the giant scythe of death again, and roared in a deep voice.]
["Why fight? For myself! And only for myself!" Mortarion, wearing a breathing mask, almost roared in response to you. ]
[The next second, the giant scythe suddenly cut through the air and struck down heavily on your blood-red body again.]
【when--】
[The Bloody Butcher's Scythe and the Great Scythe of Nirvana collided again, and a loud roar broke out.]
[After hearing the other party’s words, you fell into silence completely.]
[You no longer try to persuade the Primarch with words.]
[You have become deeply disappointed with the capriciousness of the Pale King Mortarion.]
[Perhaps the originals who could participate in the Horus Heresy were really problem children and patients with mental illness.]
[You quickly drive the Khorne Terminator Armor forward, and the suddenly trembling Bloody Butcher's Scythe cleverly deflects the terrifying attack of the Great Scythe of Silence.]
[You immediately waved the Bloody Butcher's Scythe and swept towards Mortarion's huge body. 】
[However, an extremely powerful psychic power instantly surged out of Mortarion's huge body. 】
[He stares at your metal helmet with his yellow eyes, and it seems that the psychic power with the attribute of imprisonment has firmly controlled your blood-red body.]
[At the same time, Mortarion suddenly pulled out an energy pistol with a shiny brass surface from the waist of Barbarus' Armor. 】
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! [It was a gift from the past emperor to the Primarch Mortarion, the ancient alien energy pistol ‘Light’. 】
[You stared intently at the gradually lighting up brass muzzle, and once again let out a deafening roar. 】
[You struggled to drive the Terminator armor, barely breaking free from the heavy imprisonment of powerful psychic energy.]
[At this moment, the ancient alien energy pistol that Mortarion pulled the trigger fired in the blink of an eye a blast of terrifying energy that was enough to melt through the Terminator's armor. ]
【You have no time to dodge.】
[You can only grit your teeth and raise the Bloody Butcher's Scythe in front of you.]
[Try to use the strength of the demon weapon to make the final stop.]
[Unfortunately, the fleeting terrifying energy not only melted the Bloody Butcher's Scythe. 】
[Even your entire arm and half of your shoulder were completely melted by the terrifying energy and dissipated into the air. 】
[You suddenly spat out a mouthful of hot blood in the metal helmet. Most of your bloody body, which was missing most of it, seemed to have lost its support, and you couldn't help but kneel down on one knee. 】
[At this moment, Mortarion, holding the giant scythe of Nirvana and the alien pistol Lantern in his palm, slowly stepped forward. 】
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
["Twenty-two, don't blame me, for the great vision that is within my reach... you are just a stepping stone on the road, even Horus is like that!"]
[Mortarion, who lowered his head slightly and looked down at you, blinked his yellow eyes and said in an almost cold tone.]
["Mortarion, weakness and ignorance have never been obstacles to human survival. Being unable to see the future and being stupid and arrogant is the way to your death..."]
[You slowly raised your remaining palm and took off the metal helmet covered with battle scars.]
[You use the corners of your mouth that are still stained with blood to pull out a contemptuous smile full of sarcasm at the other party. ]
[At this moment, Mortarion, looking down at you, seems to have fallen completely into unspeakable silence. 】
[The almost lifeless and cold gaze in those yellow eyes seems to be getting colder and more ruthless. 】
[And just when he quickly raised the light of the alien pistol and pointed the muzzle at your forehead. 】
[Your palm also used the cover of the metal helmet to quietly find the detonating device under the power backpack.]
["The Pale King Mortarion...the 22nd Primarch, hello to you!"]
[You pressed the detonating devices belonging to countless melta bombs without hesitation.]