With the strong cooperation of the Silver Skulls, Fulgrim, whose pace and attack methods were extremely fast, waited.
After quickly clearing away a large number of Death Guards within the scope of the eyepiece with a combat power that far exceeded that of the Astartes.
Without any chance to breathe, everyone quickly lowered their heads and checked the weapons and equipment they carried.
They picked up the melee weapons stained with putrid slime in their palms and quickly followed Fulgrim who was stepping forward, rushing towards the bridge.
Soon after, after several battles, Fulgrim and others successfully breached the bridge entrance, but they had not yet had time to kill all the Chaos Sorcerers and Death Guards inside.
A deep voice from the projection device inside the bridge rang in everyone's ears!
"Haha, twenty-two, it's been such a long time..."
In an instant, a pair of huge broken scale wings flapped back and forth on his back, and his huge body was covered with a set of pale armor that constantly exuded a corrupt atmosphere.
A burly giant that looked like a moth turned into spirit instantly appeared in Fulgrim's helmet eyepiece!
"Huh? Your body shape and aura are wrong. You are not the guy from Twenty-Two who deserves to be cut to pieces!"
"It's you? Fulgrim? This is impossible! Didn't you become a demon? Why can you return to...?"
At this moment, Mortarion, the ascended demon primarch who originally wanted to show the majesty of a king, broke through instantly.
It shook violently, its pale face mostly covered by the breathing mask.
A pair of cold eyes full of viciousness seemed to penetrate the projection device, staring intently at the purple figure who was dancing the sonic sword back and forth!
Poof!
The sharp sound wave of the sword was accompanied by an extremely harsh low hum.
Like a sudden rainstorm of pear blossom needles, it pierced the metal helmets of several Death Guards and completely shattered their brains!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fulgrim, who slightly rotated the eyepiece of his helmet, also shouted in a deep voice towards the direction of the projection device:
"Old Fourteen, it's true that we haven't seen each other for a long time, and you still look that ugly and inhumane!"
Fulgrim just finished speaking.
With an increasingly angry expression, Mortarion suddenly raised a huge palm that exuded the aura of corruption.
It suddenly waved forward.
The next second, strange fluctuations caused by vicious witchcraft spread throughout the bridge hall.
The seven or eight Silver Skulls who were unable to dodge, all the Death Guards who were still fighting, and even countless Nurgle zombies suddenly burst into bursts of extremely painful wails and screams.
A large amount of green mist and rancid liquid filled with terrifying toxins seemed to erupt instantly from inside their bodies, and they lost any sound in the blink of an eye!
"Ah, it finally calmed down..."
"Now, Fulgrim, tell me, why are you on the side of the damned Twenty-Two? I don't believe that a brother primarch who has become a demon will completely change his evil ways!"
Mortarion, who had just wiped out many of his heirs, stared at Fulgrim who was standing there.
It even asked in a deep voice, somewhat impatiently.
"Return from evil to righteousness? Old Fourteen, everyone needs to pay a heavy price for their choices, even me, but you also made a mistake. I don't need to change from evil to righteousness, because today I have never surrendered to Chaos.
Not even a cent!”
At this moment, Fulgrim, who lowered his sonic sword slightly, made a concealed gesture to the surrounding silver skulls to evacuate immediately.
He said firmly to Mortarion, the Ascension Primarch inside the projection device.
"Haha, Fulgrim has never surrendered? This is the funniest joke I have heard in so many years. My dear brother, why don't you say that Slaanesh is the purest demon in the world... Wait a minute!
You are not Fulgrim at all!"
At this moment, Mortarion, who couldn't help but utter sarcastic words from under his respirator mask, was slightly startled.
The huge broken scale wings that were flapping back and forth behind its crest also seemed to have completely stopped.
"You are just a clone of him! An extremely broken flesh and blood body! Without a soul, you are not even qualified to talk to me!"
In an instant, Mortarion, the Ascendant Primarch, who thought he had discovered the truth, seemed to have found some confidence again.
It shouted loudly in the direction of Fulgrim through the projection device.
Fulgrim, who subconsciously clenched the Sonic Sword in his palm, spoke out to retort before he could.
The deep voice from the Ascension Primarch Mortarion once again echoed throughout the entire bridge hall.
"Haha, since the cowardly Twenty-Two didn't jump in personally to help, I'm too lazy to argue with your clone. I can tell you that the interior of this strike cruiser is already filled with self-destruction devices and thermal energy.
Melt bomb."
"This was originally a surprise I prepared for my dear Twenty-Two, but now I have to give you this fake!"
Mortarion, who was inside the projection device, couldn't help but sneer.
Its vicious eyes seemed to exude an uncontrollable cold murderous intent, and like a demon prince looking down at a humble ant, it stared at Fulgrim, who immediately turned around and ran away in his purple-gold powered armor!
"Run, dear brother, run... If you are lucky enough to survive, remember to tell Twenty-Two for me that I will be waiting for him in Ultramar!"
Rumble——
In an instant, a large number of violent vibrations and explosions from inside the strike cruiser quickly swept through the many ship passages toward everything around it!
Countless shattered ship fragments splashed up like cannonballs toward the rapidly evacuating Silver Skull battle team and Fulgrim's huge body!
Even though Fulgrim is wearing vibranium-based power armor, the original body-level power armor is made of vibranium.
He was unable to resist the impact of the terrifying explosion from the entire ship, and his whole body was suddenly lifted into the air!
In a flash of lightning, just when these dozens of silver skulls and Fulgrim himself were about to become victims.
Buzz buzz——
As azure blue teleportation barriers appeared around each tall body with incomparable precision.
Everyone who was originally trapped in a desperate situation was successfully recovered into the flagship by the teleportation barrier at the last moment when countless explosions and flames completely overwhelmed the surroundings!
Boom!
The next second, many badly injured silver-skulled Astartes were scattered on the cold floor.
And Fulgrim's huge body also hit the ground heavily, making an extremely dull collision sound!
Peng!
The gorgeous purple-gold helmet was taken off from the head by a huge hand with a slightly damaged shell.
Fulgrim's long white hair quickly fell down, covering the scarred purple-gold power armor.
"Old Fourteen... How dare you say that I am not qualified? Then we'll just wait and see!"