Chapter 549: Desperate Situation? Desperate Situation!

"General ledger? With me?"

Calvin looked at the Demon Prince in front of him and really listened to what he said.

Typhons died by his hands, there was no argument for that.

Calvin was unclear about the theological significance of this particular Nurgle Chosen, but it was also true that the power of the Plague God was declining in the Stormwind Sector.

Come on then.

Galvin turned his attention to Mortarion, while Abaddon slowly retreated with his Gastarin guards.

Zhi...zhi...

The fluctuations of supernatural power rub in the air, causing bursts of noise like static electricity.

Mortarion's wings were not inflamed, but his body was floating strangely;

The armor on Calvin's body became more and more outrageous after the faint flash of light, causing the spirit of revenge, which was already in an abnormal state, to scream "abnormal gravity response".

The Chaos Astartes on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit suddenly felt that they had lost the internal communication support of the battleship.

The various anomalies that occurred on the bridge showed that although the battle between the two Primarchs had not yet begun, the contest beyond the physical collision had quietly begun.

Of course, as a kind of spiritual attack, verbal abuse is also included in this list.

"I remember that in the meeting minutes of the Empire's "Nikaea Agreement", it seems that some people are particularly opposed to psychic energy?"

Calvin looked behind Mortarion, and countless phantoms were emerging in the void.

The transformation between life and death between mosquitoes, flies and maggots illustrates the origin of Nurgle's divine power.

For Mortarion, the evolution of this power is a necessary part of the power he possesses in the physical universe.

"What do you want to say?" Mortarion's face remained calm, but his tone became irritable.

This new Primarch is obviously different from his brothers. He has not experienced the baptism of the Great Crusade era, and does not have the majesty and reserve of being the leader of the Legion.

"Nothing," replied Calvin.

In the projection of subspace, two different forces are competing for dominance in a certain spatial dimension; but in reality, there is a subtle air explosion during the confrontation between the two sides.

The fulcrum of space was finally overloaded by the two forces, and became a "dead point" that no one could control in a short period of time;

The two forces did not give up. Instead, after ending the competition here, they continued to launch new contests in other spatial dimensions.

The spiritual energy in Calvin became more and more active, and the rune-covered sword of Imperial Truth had liquid silver light flowing;

Mortarion's power is even more conspicuous, and the aura of disease and corruption has already appeared around this Lord of Nurgle...

"etc!"

Abaddon's voice suddenly sounded, drawing their attention to the edge of the bridge.

The helmet on the black armor was taken off again at this time, and the face revealed was extremely pale.

He regretted it...

What he regretted was not the siege of Calvin, but the choice of the location of the battle.

At this moment, he missed the Spirit of Vengeance without Mortarion's visit, but when the aura of the Pale Lord unfolded, the hateful intelligence belonging to the Spirit of Vengeance never made a sound again...

Forget it, at worst, this hall will be sealed after this battle. Compared with the environment of the battleship, the lives of the men are more important...

"Let us exit first!" Abaddon said to the two people on the battlefield, and his words were echoed by the unmistakable sound of vomiting behind him.

"………………"

Mortarion looked at the Gastarins escaping hastily, and the color on his face changed again and again.

Thousands of words were choked at this moment, and finally turned into a sentence of contempt that contained anger.

"Frail mortal!"

Bang!

Calvin took a step forward with great ease, and the auras of the two original bodies that had already completely collided clashed again;

The war was declared to begin at this moment, and Mortarion turned his head instantly and danced the huge and ferocious Scythe of Silence with one hand!

Um?

Calvin's heavy sword slashed forward and was blocked by the tail tip of the Silent Scythe, making a strange sound that didn't sound like metal;

The weight from the blade made Calvin's heart sink - he was indeed the most powerful Primarch besides the Fire Dragon Lord!

And in the next second, he still wanted to continue the attack but instinctively felt a tremor in his waist. The sense of crisis made him give up the attack and stop suddenly!

Amidst the metal wail of steel boots trampling the deck, the silver giant retreated at extremely high speed!

And it wasn't until a faint green light swept across that Calvin realized something from its neighing sound that cut through the air!

What a weird way!

Calvin's face was gloomy, and the silver light gathered in his hands swept across the armor at his waist;

The corrupting power was dispersed in his hands, and the giant in front of him also happened to get up from the sweep just now.

Buzz!

The Silent Scythe, which was shaken by the devil's original hand with one hand, was chirping softly, and on the tip of the jagged alien blade, silver metal fragments were falling rustlingly!

"That's it? I'm so disappointed..."

Mortarion's whispers were as loud as bells, and his tone spoke of his contempt for the Emperor's new favorite.

"He sat in that rotting pile of corpses for nearly ten thousand years, and then he created something like you?"

"He wants to abandon us just because of a bastard like you?"

Mortarion's face became more ferocious, and as his emotions agitated, the power of corruption became more and more arrogant in reality.

The emblem of Nurgle, with his body suspended in the air as the center, was frantically eroding everything around him.

The body of the Spirit of Vengeance, which had long been infiltrated to the core by the Warp, also began to wail with the power of the cycle of life and death.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

Calvin was already in a posture of fighting with all his strength, but this did not prevent him from not giving in.

The power of order flowed through every vein and bone in his body with unprecedented coldness.

And on the chest of Hyperion's blessing, the eye of the Bell of Erebus had also opened!

In the dual perspectives of "psychic vision" and "concept", Mortarion in front of him no longer had even a trace of human form;

In Calvin's eyes, the true form of this giant floating in front of him was like a rotten corpse with huge insect wings;

With a face bitten and surging by countless maggots, it was shouting at him in a horrifying way!

Buzz!

The perspective changed again, and Mortarion's body was moving slowly forward;

Buzz!

The dual "truth" of reality and the warp repeatedly appeared in Calvin's eyes, and swayed irregularly in the muttering and screaming.

Calvin's eyes were crying, that was the price of witnessing the ugliness of the ultimate blasphemy;

The flames on Calvin's body were rising, that was the deep hatred of the power of order after facing the chaotic evil energy that was enough to challenge it, which came from the deep hatred of authority and concept!

"Kill!"

The two lights and shadows disappeared again, and then there was a collision that was so dense that it exceeded the limit of human hearing!

The twisted and sharp ring blade of the Silent Scythe was swung crazily 27 times in the hands of the Demon Prince in just one second!

Boom!

In the low roar, the two figures separated again;

In the smoke and dust spreading outward from the circular shock wave, the silver giant walked out of the thick wall of the battleship.

Can't beat it.

Even with the dual blessing of the power of order and Hyperion, he still couldn't beat them!

Calvin slowly took a stance, but his will was sinking.

This was a simple collision of martial arts, and also a fundamental contest between the two people at the physical level.

The power of order certainly prevented him from being corrupted, and even had an advantage in the penetration of power;

But it still couldn't stop the opponent's counterintuitive attack;

The powerful force brought by Hyperion's blessing did take advantage at the beginning of the battle, but it was restrained by the opponent's consciousness in just an instant!

This was a pure technical crush! It was also the first time that Calvin saw the strength of these monsters in his first battle with the Primarch!

He originally thought that his accumulation in the timeline was enough, and his service experience in many legions had already given him enough understanding of the martial arts of these enemies!

But now it seems that the so-called signature martial arts of each legion are just a joke of the Primarchs when facing their offspring.

This is not a thing at the same level~!

The theory it supports is not an environment at all!

Calvin never expected that in a cold weapon battle, once the physical combat intensity of both sides was raised to the level of the Primarch, the control of space and time by both sides would be so precise!

And the so-called scythe tactics of the Death Guard that he mastered in his mind was completely different in Mortarion's hands!

This was just Mortarion, a Primarch known for his endurance rather than his combat effectiveness.

What about the others?

Those Primarchs who crushed with pure steel;

Defended with a mountain-like hard will;

Famous for their fierce savagery and tyranny;

What about those Primarchs who relied on secretive and dark assassinations?

And finally, those few who had no characteristics at all, but suppressed all the people in front with pure force, what about the strongest of those Primarchs?

The figures of many Primarchs flashed through Calvin's mind, and these familiar "existences" in his "memory" became hazy and mysterious at this moment.

He couldn't imagine what kind of grace these "brothers" who had inhuman subspace essences from the beginning and were then given bodies as powerful as or even stronger than his by the Emperor had shown on the "Apocalypse"-level battlefield that really happened after clearing away the heavy fog of history!

"One round left..." Mortarion's voice sounded again, but Calvin keenly noticed the weirdness in his words.

What? Are you really going to follow the rules?

If you can't kill him in three rounds, are you really going to let him go?

Is he really here for revenge?

Or is Typhons, the "Legion Champion", "the eldest son of the Death Guard and the captain of the First Company", not as important as Calvin imagined in Mortarion's eyes?

Strange logic!

Calvin wanted to get to the bottom of it, but Mortarion's offensive didn't allow him to think.

The Silent Scythe was easily stirred up by Mortarion again, and the pervasive yet "suffocating" corrupt power was also pressing towards Calvin one after another!

Yes, that's right, suffocation is suffocation. Physically speaking, Calvin could only hold his breath when fighting Mortarion.

This terrible fighting environment made Calvin's fatigue accumulate rapidly, and he could only use psychic energy to forcibly soothe his muscles and maintain blood supply to muscles and bones.

But this was not the problem. After all, with Calvin's current body structure, oxygen was not necessary for him.

He could even fight for hours in an absolute vacuum, and that was without using his psychic energy.

What really made him uncomfortable was the power of Mortarion.

The crazy corrupt power was almost endlessly surging. It was obviously not in a good exchange ratio with Calvin's "Power of Order", and it was also biting the space around Calvin tightly, making it impossible for him to find a chance to transfer space!

No breathing space! There was no stage to show his best psychic power!

The extreme oppression made Calvin's instantaneous spells in the eyes of the Astartes have no room to perform!

The weird battle logic made Calvin's full energy maintain in the face-to-face battle, without a little room for error!

Bang!

Another fierce collision lasting for several seconds, the Imperial Truth was wildly danced in Calvin's hand, and fought more than a hundred times with the scythe in Mortarion's hand!

In the hall of the bridge that was swept by a tornado, Calvin touched his forehead through the smoke and dust.

Just a moment ago, after he managed to avoid the scythe in Mortarion's hand, he avoided the shot of the energy pistol called "Lantern" by a millimeter.

The slight buzzing sounded on the armor of the two people, which was the sound of their respective powers invading each other and being expelled.

And the sharp blades that were still clanging were telling the aftermath of the battle just now.

The dust settled, and Mortarion stood not far from Calvin without moving forward.

He looked at Abaddon, who was walking back in at the end of the bridge with a heartache on his face, and then said to Calvin:

"Three moves have passed, and Typhons' account is settled!"

"?" Calvin did not reply, but just took the time to rest his state.

Mortarion stared at Calvin as if he were a dead man:

"Next, it's you and him fighting, I won't participate.

But don't think about running away, otherwise..."

Mortarion shook the scythe in his hand, and the threat was evident in his words.

Amid the footsteps of Abaddon and the Gastalin guards behind him, he looked at Calvin with a cracked mouth:

"Try to survive, and then wait for me, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"…………" Calvin looked at Mortarion in silence, and then his eyes moved back and forth from Abaddon to him.

This is almost like a round-robin battle, and neither the former nor the latter is an opponent he can easily solve.

What should he do? Continue fighting?

Can he survive this battle?

Even if he can, then what?

What should Mortarion do?

"Promise him!"

Just when Calvin was in the biggest crisis of his life, a strange voice emerged in his mind.

He subconsciously traced the source of the sound, and glanced at the tall porthole of the Spirit of Vengeance.

And outside the several-meter-thick crystal glass, a blood-red eye hidden in the darkness, which only he could see, was staring at him without blinking!

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