Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1086 - Chapter 1083 Too metaphysical

“This is so strange.” Ferus looked around, but he didn’t like what he saw.

The room was made up of seven walls, each with plants grown by Mortarion himself. Fungi, branches, and flowers constitute mysterious symbols, and a series of simplified formulas are also marked next to them.

Mortalion sat cross-legged in the center of the room, closing his eyes and looking indifferent to the world. Seven guards stood facing him, holding incense burners and chanting.

If they had not known that Nurgle had been devoured by Tzeentch, the Primarchs would have naturally associated everything before them with the daemonic ritual of summoning the Great Unclean One.

Before the primarchs could speak, Mortarion spoke first, with warning and impatience in his tone.

“Fulgrim, lift your right foot.”

“What?”

“No, not now. Lorgar lift your left arm.”

“ah?”

“….You are so stupid…”

Mortalion opened his eyes, with obvious complaints and impatience towards his brother, “Because of your interference, the flow of numerology in this room is not smooth, and the feng shui has become dangerous. I have come up with a remedy. But you didn’t cooperate with me.”

I’m confused, I don’t know what to say.

Even Lorgar felt that Mortalion’s current behavior was too metaphysical.

“So, the plague project you mentioned failed?” Ferus frowned and asked calmly while suppressing his disgust for this room.

Mortalion clapped his hands and stood up. With a stamp of his feet, seven jars filled with dark green liquid rose from the ground. He took one jar and gave it to his brothers for inspection, and then said, “It’s just that the effect won’t be that perfect. The toxicity is not easy to control and my advice is to keep troops away from mountainous areas.”

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“Evacuate? We just built the position? Don’t you want this?” The sergeant put the impact drill on the ground and leaned on his thigh. 50 years is not enough time to complete a large iteration of production, so many troops still need to use them. The planet produces and even weapons and equipment distributed by the Ministry of Military Affairs a hundred years ago.

Watching the servo skull that delivered the message fly away, the noncommissioned officer was too lazy to continue complaining. He just shouted to the soldiers standing on the half-finished fortifications, “Evacuate and abandon all positions.”

The troops returned to their starting point, relying on the metal wall that left no trace to deploy. The Death Guard’s artillery was just a few kilometers in front of them, and any soldier with a better eye could see the formations of those bone-white artillery pieces.

“I don’t understand why these artillery were not used in the previous attack?” the soldier asked while holding his gun and looking at it. The noncommissioned officer smoked a cigarette and did not mean to reprimand. Only the chaplain accompanying the army kept chattering.

He pinched the holy statue hanging around his neck, raised it towards the mountains, and roared with a fanatical voice, “This is necessary purification. Although the filth can no longer crawl out from the depths of the mountains, this The land has been polluted, and destruction is the only salvation.”

While talking, the Death Guard’s artillery was activated, and countless shells streaked across the sky, leaving obvious trajectories. When the cannonballs hit the mountains, there was no roar of explosions or the terror of rising flames. Only traces of corroded gold and iron flooded the mountains.

No smoke rises, no venom flows, the plague created by Mortalion is silently erasing the traces of the mountains.

“Not to be destroyed!” Tzeentch shouted, staring at the melting mountains, but she could do nothing. If there were some sacrificial sites here, Tzeentch could combine the plague with the mountains through the strong disturbance of the subspace, creating a huge and terrifying beast that did not require her to spend too much effort.

Tzeentch sat down angrily and stared at Lin Fan coldly.

“Look what I’m doing? What does this have to do with me?” Lin Fan tilted his head, not thinking about obstacles or scenes at all.

It’s precisely because it has nothing to do with you that I look at you…

Tzeentch lowered his head, becoming increasingly curious about the vague rules. Then she ordered the orcs to move and activate a well-hidden ultra-long-range cannon. Tens of thousands of Orks worked inside, transporting shells from deeper underground arsenals to the artillery via ingeniously designed mechanisms.

Bang!

The shell flew towards the distance, aiming directly at the metal walls proven to be indestructible by the Death Mark assassins.

The explosion of the shell dropped many fragments, which rattled on the helmets of the soldiers. Some unlucky ones even let the hot fragments penetrate into their clothes, and when they hurriedly took them out, they ended up with a piece of burnt flesh on their bodies.

The motionlessness of the metal wall was in stark contrast to the melting mountains. Only then did Tzeentch realize that the rules Lin Fan secretly used seemed to be more flexible than he thought.

Damn…if this were the case, even the makeshift sandbag earth walls could be used to block nuclear bombs.

Tzeentch felt depressed and sent an order to the defense line blocking the direction of the Silent King. Sandbags and metal plates were spread on the battlefield to replace the more energy-intensive shield defense system.

Of course, he was reduced to scum by Gaussian volleys.

Damn…what the hell are the rules?

When Tzeentch was puzzled, the mountain range became flat ground. The Imperial troops were immediately able to pass through this area unimpeded and prepare to attack in front of the Orc defense line.

After the battlefield was wide enough, all the legions were spread out. Because Guilliman has the most people, he has the longest battle line. The two legions of the Blood Angels, which suffered a huge blow, and the Dark Angels, which have integrated the Fallen Angels, will fight together with the Ultramarines.

Even the Eldar such as the titular Death-Chosen Ifreni were active on the front that Guilliman was responsible for, mainly due to Jaghatai and Ysa’s advice to the Emperor.

“This reminds me of Ullanor. The enemy in front of us is also an orc.” The emperor sighed with emotion, but it was a pity that Horus was not here to make up for the regret.

“Maybe you can see a degraded version of Horus?” Odemair reminded carefully.

The Emperor’s face darkened, and he hated this idea very much. If there was something so evil as to degrade Horus, the Emperor would definitely tear him into pieces with his own hands.

The atmosphere of war is getting heavier and heavier, and more and more shields are rising in the orc defense lines. After the Primarchs held their last war meeting, the heavy weapons of Perturabo and Ferus started the war. prelude.

The orcs were driven into a frenzy by the sound of the cannons, and Corax’s infiltration blows did nothing to dampen their desire to fight.

Facing the sound of cannons, the orcs only had the same reply.

“Waaagh!!!”