Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1103 - Chapter 1100 The fierce man who broke up

Mortalion tried to get up from the ground, but the chains created by Lorgar’s spells tied him tightly, and he would be unable to break free for a while.

“Wait! You can’t! You fucking can’t!”

Mortarion’s angry shouts had no effect. Magnus, Fulgrim, and Lorgar sang in unison, satisfying Nurgle’s holy number three.

The original body’s appeal was indeed astonishing. Even without the support of corruption, the rift in the subspace was wide open.

But there is no devil of Nurgle emerging from the rift, just some pulpy and smelly rotten matter.

Other types of demons jumped out of the gap, and Leman Russ stepped forward with his axe, killing them all to avoid affecting the demon ascension ceremony.

Mortalion roared, he was controlled by the spiritual energy of the three brothers, like a broken piece of steamed bun, used to dip the remaining vegetable soup in the plate.

Puff puff…

More and more filth hung on Mortarion’s body, and soon the primarch’s figure was no longer visible.

As time went by, the soft and loose rotten matter gradually dried and hardened, wrapping Mortalion inside like an eggshell.

“Okay, this will be no problem.” Magnus wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mortalion’s struggle was really fierce. If it weren’t for the joint efforts of the three original bodies, he would really not be able to let Mortalion down. Submit obediently.

“Are you sure Mortarion won’t point the finger at us after becoming a demon? He looked very angry just now. It reminded me of Angron.”

“Say Angron didn’t come, what about the World Eaters? Where did they go? They can’t all be dead, right?”

Leman Russ shook his head, ignorant of Magnus’s question. Perhaps only the Emperor and the Subjects know where the World Eaters are.

While the brothers were talking, the eggshell made of rotten matter cracked.

The first thing that emerged was an unspeakable stench. Magnus raised his shield and saved his nose.

Then there was a pale fleshy wing that looked bloated and soft. There were no feathers on it, and there were only holes of different sizes, making people doubt whether this kind of wing could support the need for flight.

When the eggshell is completely broken, Mortalion’s full appearance is revealed.

He holds a huge scythe, steps on boundless poisonous clouds, and is covered with supernatural flies that can block bullets.

“You… what on earth did you do!” Mortalion roared angrily as soon as he came out, “I finally accepted the fact that I was cleared. Are you trying to make me go back to the old path again?”

“Calm down my brother, the Emperor knows what we are doing.”

“Damn pragmatist… I’m not fighting! I’m going home!”

Seeing Mortarion stomping his feet and spitting venom, Magnus had no choice but to use his psychic powers to change his body shape and transform into the one-eyed scarlet king.

“Look brother, I have become a demon too. You are not alone.”

“I don’t need your comfort! Wizard!”

Seeing that Mortarion refused to accept his offer, Magnus had no choice. Leman Russ came over and whispered in his ear, “Ignore him and let him vent for a while. The more you pay attention to him, the more energetic he will be.”

Sure enough, after the Primarchs remained silent, avoiding any complaints from Mortarion. The Lord of Death gradually became quiet. He sighed and said, “It doesn’t matter… I have never been able to control my own destiny… What do you want me to do next?”

“It’s not what we want you to do, it’s subjective…”

Before Magnus could finish his words, Mortarion disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, Mortalion came to the depths of the throne room, and the degraded gray-white Imperial Guards rushed towards him with their spears and halberds raised.

At this moment, an inexplicable thought urged him to raise his gun and shoot, instead of just rushing over and using a sickle to chop up the degenerate forbidden soldiers.

The pistol named Dark Lantern was raised, aiming not at the Custodian closest to Mortalion, but at the one on the edge of his ultimate range.

Why would I act like this?

Before Mortarion could figure this out, the Dark Lantern opened fire, accurately hitting the Imperial Guards in the distance.

Then a strange phenomenon occurred. All enemies in the shooting line were attacked, as if Mortalion was holding a highly penetrating laser cannon.

After knocking down dozens of degraded Imperial Guards with one shot, Mortalion fluttered his wings and flew away. The Scythe of Annihilation is so huge that even a knight would be chopped down like wheat, let alone the Imperial Guard.

It was a sweeping blow, but it felt more unreal as if it had been slashed seven times in a row. The approaching Forbidden Army was chopped into pieces, and the even larger Forbidden Army Fearlessly fell to the ground.

As the battle went on, the effects of Mortarion’s Corruption Aura became more apparent. Everything, including the palace itself, was decaying and disintegrating, and the solution of the degraded Custodes was being spread out by Mortalion’s wings, creating ripples.

Mortalion was surprised by his fighting power. If he had replaced his previous demonic body, it would have been possible to destroy these imperial troops, but it would never have been so easy.

While thinking, Mortarion looked up at the dome and recalled what Magnus had said to him just now.

Subjective people think you are very strong…

…

“This is bullshit!” Tzeentch angrily slapped the table and roared, “Why is Mortarion not dead after taking so many attacks? You must be cheating!”

“Cheating? I didn’t. The attributes of his unit are like this. This is a feature of the game. If you don’t like it, don’t play.” Lin Fan picked his nose and didn’t care about Tzeentch’s anger.

“How is this possible? My hits and damage were both successful!”

“Yes, the throw was successful. But it is like this that it dies before it is settled. The demon primarch Mortalion has high toughness, high blood volume, and high special protection. It is reasonable to have such a record.”

Lin Fan rolled his eyes, showing deep contempt for Tzeentch’s ignorance.

Just kidding, the Ascendant Mortalion is a numerical monster that can account for 490 points with just one unit. If it were a 2000-point battle, Mortalion alone would be able to defeat a quarter of the entire army. Do you think he would be strong?

8 toughness, 4 special protection, 18 health.

Unit abilities: Nauseating Toughness, Abominable Toughness.

Among them, toughness is equivalent to rough skin and thick flesh. After the attack is thrown, a damage dice needs to be thrown, which is equivalent to the concept of bullets penetrating the skin and damaging the flesh.

Special protection is a special defense, and the settlement is different according to different values ​​and rules. But Mortalion’s 4 special protections can block half of the attacks that successfully cause damage.

The last thing is the blood volume, 18 blood is so terrifying. Even the Land Raider and Stormraven gunships are not as thick as Mortalion.

The nausea toughness can ignore a point of damage with probability, and the hateful toughness can reduce the damage received by one.