Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1085 - Chapter 1082 Numerology

“This is fun worth watching.”

“Tsk…your taste is really vulgar.”

Tzeentch stuck out her tongue in disgust. She sincerely disagreed with Lin Fan’s thoughts. Her happiness was only based on the pain of others. If she saw a happy ending, she would only twitch in discomfort.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at Tzeentch and then focused his attention elsewhere. The victory of the mountain range is a foregone conclusion. Behind this rugged and dangerous terrain is the battlefield that suddenly opens up. A wide and continuous line of defense with thousands of kilometers of deep support is before everyone’s eyes.

Lin Fan’s perspective was clearer. He could see that the million-kilometer-long defense line was divided between the degraded space warriors and the orcs. Tzeentch may have taken the trouble to create a large number of degraded star realms in order to make the gameplay more interesting. The army is placed above.

Although it is ridiculous to talk about supplies and morale with the degraded body, Tzeentch’s persistence in restoring the battlefield is comparable to, or even better than, Trazin in the movie.

Lin Fan could see a corrupt political commissar trying to boost the morale of his troops by shooting cowards and traitors. The traitor he shot and killed only had a large wound on his head, but did not lose the ability to fight. The remaining soldiers could not shout in response and could only barely make any noise by clapping their hands.

“You’re so boring.” After looking at it for a long time, Lin Fan could only give this comment.

Tzeentch smiled and said nothing. He just controlled the troops in the defense line to prepare for battle, and used part of his energy to push back the Silent King’s offensive.

The attack was temporarily suspended, and only Corax took a part of the Raven Guard to move ahead and sneak into the enemy’s defenses to destroy them. Fulgrim, Lorgar, and Mortalion were counting the lists of dead soldiers in previous offensive operations, and trying to open a passage through the mountains for a large enough force to move quickly.

Mortalion said to the other two brothers, “We don’t need the support of the Mechanicus, let alone the preparation of explosives. I have something here that can serve our goals.”

“tell me the story.”

“A plague.”

“Plague?” Ferus frowned. He has always been straightforward and has not changed a bit even after joining the Legion of the Cursed and fighting for so long. “Fulgrim is the result of the corruption of Slaanesh that has not been cleaned up. You are so poisonous. The tank is corroded by evil spirits and hasn’t been cleaned, right?”

Although Ferus’ words were unpleasant, the obvious difference in the names he gave to Fulgrim and Mortarion still reflected his unusual attitude towards Fulgrim.

Fulgrim looked ashamed and smiled at Ferus’ thoughtfulness. Mortalion looked disdainfully from under his hood, and then retorted in a muffled voice.

“This is not Nurgle’s witchcraft, this is science. Seven materials, seven cultivations, seven fermentations, seven sublimations…the powerful original strain of plague was finally obtained.”

“Brother…” Luojia touched his smooth head, looking a little embarrassed, “Does this sound like the structure of witchcraft?”

“This is not witchcraft!” Mortalion screamed, “This is science! It is a demonstration of numerology!”

The other Primarchs looked at each other in confusion. Ferrus was very unfamiliar with the numerology in Mortarion’s mouth. Fulgrim and Lorgar had some understanding. After all, during the Horus Heresy, Mortalion often told them about the excellence and advancement of numerology.

At that time, Fulgrim’s mind had been soaked by the pain of the Handblade Brothers, and he had become a fool who would become depressed if he did not indulge in lust, and he was dismissive of Mortarion. Lorgar, on the other hand, had his own unique understanding of subspace. He could see at a glance that Mortalion’s so-called scientific and rational numerology was subspace witchcraft with a different name, so he didn’t take it too seriously.

Now Mortalion brought up this old concept again, which really surprised Lorgar.

Of course, this was not a whim for Mortarion. He has also been studying numerology since his fall to Nurgle. From the construction of the ceremony to the establishment of the venue, it can be said that even the Great Unclean Ones who have followed Nurgle for the longest time do not have the expertise of Mortalion.

“In short, my plague can help us.” Mortalion was too lazy to continue explaining, grabbed the scythe and left directly.

The Primarchs didn’t say anything, they just stared at the situation outside the mountains to prevent the orcs from counterattacking and guessed from the light of the explosion what results Corax’s infiltration had achieved.

Time passes day by day, and in this world where there is no sun and no revolution or rotation, there is an alternation of day and night.

The Primarchs could have continued to wait, after all, the mortal soldiers needed time to recover. It wasn’t until one day when the Raven Guard, who was serving as a sentinel, dragged the orc special operations boy in front of the original body that they had the intention to urge Mortarion.

The special operations boy had been repaired by the Raven Guard. His nose and face were so bruised and swollen that the night vision device could not be hung on his eyes stably, and he could only pull it diagonally to cover one eye.

“What are you doing here?” Fulgrim asked casually, not expecting any useful information to come out. Lorgar was preparing spells to extract all the memories from the orc’s mind.

The special operations boy spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth on the ground, and then asked vaguely, “When are you bastards coming to fight? We’re all tired of waiting.”

Fulgan was happy when he heard this.

“You can fight with yourselves, right? Let’s have a few grand duel ceremonies to see which orc is the greenest and Waaagh.”

“It’s Waaagh!” the special operations boy corrected him, “You’re a weakling, you’re shouting quite lacklusterly. Do you have kidney deficiency?”

Fulgrim’s face was slightly red, as if he was angry with the orc. The Emperor’s Children immediately could not tolerate the insults the Orks had given to their Primarch, and one by one they drew their swords from their scabbards.

The special operations boy was not afraid, and continued to complain, “What’s the point of fighting the orcs? I have to be good at fighting with you ugly monsters.”

This statement made Fulgrim’s mood change from anger to worry. The orcs lost a lot of motivation to fight among themselves after the death of Gorge. The longer they stayed here, the stronger the orc defense line would become.

With the special operations boy imprisoned, the Primarchs decided to see how Mortarion’s work was progressing.

A 77-meter-high complex of a research institute and factory was spewing black smoke from its chimney, where Mortalion and the Death Guard were working.

After passing through the gate, we came to the core of the research room. At first glance, this place did not look like a holy place for science. In comparison, the state church was considered a place with a strong scientific atmosphere.