Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1104 - Chapter 1101 The younger brother of the Death Guard

This back and forth created the myth of Mortalion’s amazing individual combat effectiveness.

Not to mention that this guy can also cast psychic spells…

Oh no. Numerology skills.

A Corruption Miasma can reduce the hit points of enemy units by one point, which makes it impossible for the Custodes to hit Mortalion with every bullet in the setting.

Some bullets even passed through the holes in Mortalion’s wings, which was much more difficult than aiming at the bloated Mortalion.

Coupled with Tzeentch’s unfamiliarity with the rules and his ability to control chess pieces in combat, Mortarion was able to swim among the crowd for a long time without being hurt.

If we have to point out Mortalion’s problem, it is that the chess pieces are too difficult to paint and the shape is too complicated to carry.

Moreover, the current version of the Death Guard has taken a big step forward. It has completely lost its previous superhuman demeanor and has become a real legion of shit. Even its winning rate has dropped into the sewer.

The camp’s winning rate is less than 40%, occupying the top three spots with the Tau Empire and Space Dwarves. If Lin Fan fights against a real chess player, Mortalion can directly click the shot in a wasted moment.

So who has the highest winning rate?

The Eldar tribe, with a winning rate of 67%, is proud of the rest of the pack, and they have strengthened the other weaklings.

But fortunately…the person opposite him is Tzeentch, an ignorant and confused Tzeentch…

Oops… This torture of newbies is probably a beautiful thing. And I don’t need to explain it. Just sit back and watch the battle scenes in your mind.

Lin Fan’s lips were harder to suppress than Ak’s. The happier he smiled, the deeper the aggrieved feeling in Tzeentch’s heart.

But he couldn’t say anything. After all, Lin Fan just said, “This is the great game. You can play it or not. If you don’t play, there will be people who want to play it. I see that you are always disintegrating and melting. I’m afraid it’s not Khorne and Nurgle is coming out to grab the controller, you might as well give them a couple of games and see how it goes…”

Do you want to take over for them?

This idea was rejected by Tzeentch as soon as it came up. He would never let others interfere with the great game he had worked so hard to create.

If Khorne takes over, he will definitely have his entire army attack. Then he went into battle and fought with the subject. After a few slaps, Khorne lay motionless under the table.

As for Nurgle…that damn fat guy Tzeentch didn’t even bother to think about it.

Tzeentch covered his forehead, took a sip of his subspace cigar, calmed down a little and said, “Come on, come on, keep going. You haven’t hit the core area yet, this is not a qualitative victory.”

…

Mortalion single-handedly wiped out tens of thousands of Imperial Guards, and a fatal gap suddenly appeared in Noda’s throne room.

The Primarchs seized the opportunity and sent their troops in, leaving no chance for the degraded Custodes to fill the defense line.

The Primarchs lead the way, with legendary veterans at their heels. The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers, and the degraded Forbidden Army died as many as they came.

The battle was so fierce that the Emperor, who was observing from outside the battlefield, could not help but think deeply for a long time. He called Waldo, the commander of the Imperial Guard, and asked him what he thought.

Waldo looked at the screen. The primarchs were very cruel to the degraded imperial army, and could even be said to be abusive.

Leman Russ even gave up his battle ax, holding a Deteriorated Custodes in each hand and using it like a club. After waiting for these degraded Forbidden Forces to shatter under the huge force, Leman Russ seized the new Forbidden Forces and used them.

“I think they were just serious about fighting.”

“Seriously fighting?” Waldo’s speech attracted Odemeyer’s complaints. Sometimes she would come here to observe the situation on the battlefield, and sometimes she would enter an independent space to carry out the transformation of the Ascension Throne project.

Waldo saluted Odemeyer, and the female scientist waved her hand. After taking a big gulp of hot coffee, she said to the Emperor and Waldo, “I don’t think these primarchs are serious about fighting, but they are taking advantage of the imperial army.” The grievances are all vented subconsciously.”

“Grudges? Why do they have grievances against the Imperial Guard?” Waldo’s question happened to be what the Emperor wanted to ask.

Odemeyer rolled his eyes, “You are such a blockhead, and your son’s attachment to you is pathological. And these golden corns around you can always be with you, and even listen to your psychic whispers, you said Can they be mentally balanced? This is probably the reason why they don’t worry about scarcity but about inequality.”

The two wooden heads of the Emperor and Valdo nodded clearly, thinking that it was no wonder that even Horus before his illness did not have a good look towards the Custodes, and always had a cold attitude of being indifferent to strangers.

“Ahem… Then how about changing the system after the war? Let the legions be stationed in the Terra Palace on a rotational basis so that they can have a psychological balance.”

The Emperor’s proposal shocked Waldor, who looked at the Emperor pitifully by the standards of the Custodes, like a kitten about to be abandoned.

When the Emperor saw that Waldo was a little disappointed, he couldn’t bear it. He does have some bias towards the Imperial Guards. After all, these loyal guards are really easy to worry about, rather than giving him a whole life like his son from time to time.

At this time, Odemeyer said, “Don’t be afraid, there is not just one emperor now. You can go to the webway to play with the God-Emperor. After completing the mission, go to her to get some rewards, such as hugs and lifts. High or something.”

When Odemeyer mentioned it, Waldo’s worries suddenly dissipated, and there was a hint of expectation under the golden armor.

The Emperor noticed this. He frowned and looked at Waldo with an incredulous expression, as if to ask: Are you a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes also rebelling against the revolution?

Odemair looked on and wanted to laugh, complaining that the emperor was actually jealous of him.

The emperor’s expression changed, and he became the cold and silent man the Imperial Army was most familiar with.

As they talk about what will happen after the war, the battle in the throne room enters its final countdown.

Ryan kicked open the door and rushed in fiercely with the Dark Angel. He had always been resentful about not being able to participate in the siege of Terra.

Although he is now involved again, his identity is indeed the attacker surrounding Terra, which makes his mood even worse.

When fighting isn’t a priority, Ryan vents his rage through an ancient pastime: skinning wild beasts.

Although there are no animals in the traditional sense here, there is no shortage of Tyranids. Ryan will cut off the limbs of the bug, then destroy the central nervous system, and finally use a knife to peel off the Tyranid bug’s skin completely.

The primarch’s behavior fell into the eyes of the Dark Angels, who privately followed suit and used skinning as a form of entertainment.

The best among them was Azmodai, who was said to regard the skinned bugs as fallen angels.