Chapter 1023, Psychic Awakening: The Rise of the Phoenix (5,000-Word Chapter!)

Chapter 1022, Psychic Awakening: The Rise of the Phoenix (a 5,000-word chapter!)

"I don't allow you to hurt the legion commander!" At the moment Fulgrim was about to despair, a cowardly but brave voice echoed on the battlefield.

Fulgrim's eyes widened.

It's Halfling Harpy!

Under what circumstances, the brave halfling broke through the death shroud and appeared behind Mortarion.

The short halfling's strength is only at the peak of the legend, he does not know magic, and his wrist strength is unspeakably strong, but he appeared, and I saw Harpy trembling under the power of Mortarion, but he held the weapon in his hand. The elven long sword pointed directly at the back of the demon primarch, like a hen guarding her cubs in front of an eagle, fearful, but still brave and fearless!

Mortarion seemed angry and extremely contemptuous of this, he was even more excited than Fulgrim's sarcasm, the Primarch of the Demon waved the plague scythe vigorously, the alarm of the respirator and his voice sounded one after another: " Just you? Just you, a dwarf, you are worthy to challenge me? What am I? I am the Lord of the Fourteenth Legion. I?"

"Happy doesn't know that much!" The elven long sword in the halfling's hand pierced Mortarion's defense circle, and it shattered into shards like glass. The voice was decisive and resolute: "Happy only knows that the head of the legion has brought him glory. He has always treated him with sincerity and sincerity. Happy is willing to die for him, yes!"

"For that tyrant? For his pale lies?!" Mortarion was furious, and he swung the plague scythe with ease, sweeping it lightly.

The halfling's body was cut in two in the air, and the plague scythe was once again stained with blood.

Not even the dwarf's mithril soft armor could stop Mortarion's plague scythe.

And Happy seemed to be aware of his own ending. At the last moment of his life, the halfling cast his eyes on his beloved legion commander, showing a big smile.

"No! Happy...no!" Fulgrim tried hard to stand up, but he was so badly injured that he immediately knelt on the ground as soon as he stood up, and the Primarch of the Emperor's Children could only watch helplessly at his captain of the scout team. His life was at the hands of his brother: "No...it shouldn't be...you should go back to Mutter and enjoy the rest of your life..."

Big drops of Primarch's blood fell on the ground, and Fulgrim supported himself with the Sotek Spear. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest, very painful.

"Habi is very happy to follow His Excellency the Legion Commander! Because the price given by the Legion Commander is very suitable!"

"Legion Commander, you are such a good man! Those annoying imperial people use Happy as a tool,

Only if you really respect hubby! "

"Happy is here. Habi completed the task and stole the Old Sacred Tablet and the secret treasure for His Excellency Fulgrim! How will His Excellency Fulgrim reward Habi?"

"Happy's ideal? I just want to go back to Mootland to get married after finishing this ticket. The windmills, fields and pies there are the home of Happy, and that is the home of Happy."

Is this what Guilliman experienced aboard the Emperor's Pride?

Hewed in two with the halfling, besides his body, was his cauldron.

The halfling crucible bomb exploded immediately, and the super-hot and strong adhesive burning sticky made Mortarion encounter a little trouble, but apart from the physical trouble, the bigger blow came from the heart, and the demon primarch hysterically He shouted: "Why? Why do you have someone willing to die for you? Why? He is obviously your tool, but he just became a stepping stone for your ambition!"

"Degenerate yourself, this is you, Mortarion, surrendering to the evil of the warp, while crying and cursing and hating psykers, while constantly proclaiming that all loyalty is false, while speaking from the heart yearn for love and loyalty, claiming that his fortitude and will are invincible, and at the same time bowing to the threat of plague and corruption and begging Nurgle for mercy." Fulgrim's face was burning with hatred, and the emperor The Emperor's Primarch said sarcastically: "You will never understand sacrifice and love, ever."

"I don't need to understand, I just need to know that I, Mortarion, is the democracy fighter of the galaxy, the symbol of freedom and democracy, and the hope of hundreds of trillions of humans enslaved and exploited by the corpse god emperor!" Mortarion was furious Next, continue your attack!

A blue light flashed across the sky.

At first, neither Fulgrim nor Mortarion paid attention to it. Fulgrim, who was seriously injured, wanted to stand up to fight the enemy, but he was almost out of strength. Fulgrim knew that if he went on like this for a few rounds, he would fail completely.

Mortarion raised the plague scythe again, and it seemed that Fulgrim's downfall was inevitable.

The blue light ball fell rapidly, and the moment Mortarion's scythe approached Fulgrim, the light ball stopped in front of Fulgrim, and a pale sharp blade blocked Mortarion's plague scythe.

"What?!" The demon primarch was stunned for a moment, and he instinctively wrapped himself with huge wings and retreated.

A blue beam of light envelops the visitor. Surrounded by large strands of subspace energy, azure blue flames swirl and dance around the visitor. In the cold and gloomy atmosphere, a certain supreme existence descends, and it spits out In one breath, the hot Lustria turned into the cold Naggaros, distant, cold, and dead.

The Supreme Being emerges from within the flames.

This is a man dressed in fire, crowned with soul stones, purple inlaid with ancient runes all over his body, his face is cruel and cruel, masculine and feminine, and the beauty of both, sharing the bravery of warriors and the strategy of wise men His figure flickered like a ghost, holding the symbol representing the eternal soul in one hand, and the sword of ten thousand souls in the other.

The supreme being looked coldly at the demon primarch, and spit out an ancient Eldar symbol from his mouth, and the divine power filled with the breath of death and freezing power instantly enveloped Mortarion.

The original powerful plague and corrupt spiritual energy of the Primarch of Demons actually began to dissipate in front of the supreme being. If the power of Nurgle means the balance formed in endless corruption and new life, then the power of this supreme being means Complete death and another form of transformation made Mortarion extremely displeased. Almost in an instant, he immediately swung the plague scythe and fought against the comers!

"That's..." Fulgrim propped himself on the ground with one hand, still trying to stand up, the Primarch of the Emperor's Children tried to gather his strength: "That seems to be..."

Two people suddenly appeared beside the Primarch, the Emperor's Son. They were dressed strangely, one on the left and the other on the right, protecting the injured Fulgrim.

A warrior is in red armor. He is wearing a crimson helmet with pointed wings and a sky blue cloak swaying behind him. He holds the legendary sword of Azuval and Howl in his hand.

The other one is more like a prophet than a warrior. She is wearing a tight red rune suit and a deep red floor-length skirt, holding the sword of eternal sorrow. The strange thing is her hair, the temples of the white hair are all shaved clean, only the long hair on the top of the head and the back of the head is tied up into a soaring braid, fixed with a semicircular octagonal headdress.

"It's you!" Fulgrim finally recognized the identities of the trio, and the Primarch of the Emperor's Children was very surprised: "Why did you appear here?"

Incarnation of Death God of the Spirit Race, Inkahn!

The God of Death of the Spirit Race, Inani!

Spirit Clan Reaper Champion, Thousand Faces!

"The human empire, the allies, the Reaper's Army, come at the request of the reborn God of Carrion. We strike now, not for vengeance—but for a ray of light that only appears when all other hope is dim." The death champion Qianmian said lightly, and then he joined the battle, and the death shrouds rushed up to fight with the death champion. Immediately gained the upper hand in the battle and killed two of Mortarion's personal guards.

"Your father and brothers really wanted to come and rescue you, but our great enemy sealed the passage, and only the power of Jena can allow us to reach here through the webway." The little sister's voice was also very cold. She glanced at the defeated proud purple-gold rooster with disdain, and opened the folding fan: "Thank you, brother."

"It's unimaginable, is it... Guilliman?" Fulgrim covered the wound with his hand, panting heavily: "It's really...he..."

"If he hadn't come to the door on his own initiative to put down his dignity as the regent of the empire and begged me in a world of ice and snow, we would not have agreed to come here." Lightly recited a prophecy: "One phoenix is ​​about to fall, and another phoenix is ​​about to rise."

Fulgrim noticed that speaking of Guilliman Inanie seemed awkward, and she shielded her face with her fan.

Heh~ Interesting.

"At least for now, our destinies are closely linked!" Yinanni noticed the change in Fulgrim's expression, and quickly raised her crone's sword—the Sword of Eternal Grief, and protected Fulgrim behind her, dealing with the rushing ones Death Shroud: "In addition to these, we also brought a gift. You have a special courier, the former demon prince of Slaanesh."

Before Fulgrim could ask again, a muffled moan of mourning came from the battlefield where Mortarion and the Avatar of Death fought, and Yinkahn loomed in the cold death air.

All the dead souls around are flocking to the incarnation of Death God to become a part of its power. As Kahn flickered back and forth on the battlefield, a silver light and a golden light turned into icy snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Mortarion is not in a hurry, the more violent the attack of the Avatar of Death, the calmer he is. The Primarch of the Demon continues to defuse the attack of the Avatar of Death, dancing with the scythe, and the defensive counterattacks are extremely fierce one after another. , even more so that the incarnation of the god of death can only use flashes to continuously avoid the edge of the demon primarch!

"Just you, a fragmented incarnation of a god of a fallen race, is also trying to defeat me?" The plague scythe in Mortarion's hand clashed with the sword of souls incarnated by death, and the unparalleled strength of both sides shook the ground. .

However, after all, Mortarion was superior in strength and patience. The tough demon primarch gradually pushed the Avatar of Death away, and then directly hit Inkahn's chest with his long handle, and the Avatar of Death was hit hard on the chest. Pieces of pale blue sparks exploded, even glass-like objects were shattered, leaving a lot of residue, He staggered back, just as he was about to flash, Mortarion immediately raised his other hand to slam Hit the head of the Avatar of Death.

"Hmm!" The death avatar was hit by this blow and spun rapidly in the air like a spinning top, and finally, when Mortarion's war scythe fell, he forced a flash and fled immediately.

Fulgrim clutched his wound, and the Primarch of the Emperor's Children thought that this Eldar Death Avatar was weaker than expected.

The incarnation of the god of death flashed behind Mortarion in an instant, his eyes flashed, and the power of psionic power was activated, and all the souls of the undead and subspace energy on the surrounding battlefield rushed towards Inkahn.

Then, a blue flame beam directly hit Mortarion from behind.

A wave of flames with concentrated energy hit the back of the demon primarch, this is the divine power of Jena, the god of death of the spirit race!

Mortarion turned immediately, wrapping his wings around himself again in a defensive motion.

Absolute defensive circle!

The light became more and more violent and intense, bombarding Mortarion's absolute defense circle, the incarnation of death increased his strength, and Mortarion also used all his power, dense cracks appeared on the absolute defense circle again, both sides Start confrontation with all your strength!

Fulgrim wanted to join the battle, but he had no choice but to get down on one knee to recover as soon as possible.

In the end, Mortarion's mighty resilience, known fortitude, and constant psychic power once again prevailed.

Death Avatar's power was almost exhausted, and he couldn't break through Mortarion's absolute defense circle.

But at this moment, the incarnation of the god of death suddenly screamed. He stretched out his hand towards the air, and shot the last bit of power into the sky. A golden phoenix appeared from the sky, and it received energy. Swept down at extreme speed, spreading the fire of the phoenix.

Immediately afterwards, the Avatar of Reaper flashed, dodging the plague scythe called the Silent Scythe in Mortarion's hand.

The golden phoenix flew towards Fulgrim at a high speed, and then attached to Fulgrim's golden power sword—Glory. In the endless light and flames, the glory was recast.

"Your father, the God Emperor used your old saber to forge this brand new weapon. You know how to use it." fighting.

"Father reforged the sword of fire." Two tears fell on Fulgrim's chest, and the Emperor's Son Primarch reached out to hold the new weapon "Phoenix Blade" that was constantly burning and releasing amazing heat in the reforging fire. ": "This is the weapon that Ferrus once forged for me. He said it was his most perfect work 'Perfect Sword'."

Powerful flames flowed into Fulgrim's body, it was warm and stern power.

The Sunfire Talisman lit up again, and streams of pure and passionate fire were transmitted from the Talisman to the blade, and Sanguinius' voice sounded: "I give you all my strength, brother!"

Fulgrim raised his sword, placing the Phoenix Blade on his chest, and with the flames burning in front of him, the Emperor's Children Primarch seized the opportunity and leaped directly at Mortarion.

"!!!" Mortarion was shocked that Fulgrim had recovered his fighting power. He immediately gave up on continuing to entangle with the Avatar of Death, and at the same time opened the absolute defense circle again.

The phoenix blade bombarded the surface of the defensive circle, and the phoenix fire and Fulgrim's frantic roar formed an unstoppable force.

This time, he will not fail again!

A loud noise resounded, the earth shook, and dense cracks appeared on the absolute defense circle until it was completely shattered like glass. The flames and bright white scorching light on the Phoenix Blade finally overwhelmed the power of the Demon Primarch, A rush of energy surged out from the blade, sweeping away all the filth in front of him with extraordinary power.

The absolute defense circle is broken!

The psychic storm and flames on the sword's edge swept across Morta Lian's body in an instant, smashing the plague censer, Barbarian armor, and Nurgle's blessing cloth strips on his body! The roaring flames penetrated into the body of the Demon Primarch, making a sizzling sound like burning oil!

"Ahhh!" Mortarion's screams were not as fast as his retreat, and the Primarch almost used all his remaining strength to push away quickly without hesitation: "It's not fair! You cheated! brother!"

Fulgrim's blow severely injured Mortarion, but he himself had reached his limit so that he failed to launch a powerful pursuit, but knelt on the ground again: "Mortarion, you bastard!"

"That's enough, Mortarion, don't be obsessed with it anymore!" The phantom of Sanguinius appeared on the battlefield, and he softly persuaded Mortarion: "Come back, the empire needs you, and we need you too! "

"No!" Mortarion shook his head violently: "I won't listen to you, you annoying eagle boy, do you want me to go back and humiliate me with your beautiful wings? In front of everyone including my father? I tell you, never! I will not go back to that dictator, I will bring freedom and democracy to the entire universe, in the name of my loving father!"

After speaking, Mortarion flew a distance, and then concentrated all his strength to draw a space-time rift. The Primarch signaled his children to retreat immediately, and at the same time shouted at Sanguinius: "If you have the ability, come with me to the domain of the loving father to fight in a dignified manner. Here, relying on strength to suppress and defeat me, what kind of ability is it? Sanguinius, do you have the guts? Russ is defeated by me? Come here if you have the guts! Let’s go to Plague Star and have a good fight!"

"Stop, Mortarion, you're going to be sucked into the turbulence of a giant warp storm!" Sanguinius yelled anxiously.

"Enough, let this bastard go, I'm real..." Fulgan signaled Sanguinius to stop shouting, the Primarch of the Emperor's Sons was completely exhausted today, he felt that he was about to faint, but he No, because he still has work to do.

Mortarion rushed head-on into the time-space rift regardless, and the death shrouds retreated collectively, and finally Typhus, who tried his best to eat a ray from the engine of the lizardman gods, forcibly followed his genetic father to escape. up.

With Mortarion fleeing, the battlefield was in chaos.

But today, on the ruins of Constantinier, everyone will witness one thing.

Phoenix rises.

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