Chapter 602: War in the Gothic Sky (VI) The Unbroken

Tear!

Lightning swirls up and down, and the dissociated ozone in the air is like a rough whetstone, spreading throughout the corridor while also grinding away the foul supernatural fog.

The power of Nurgle is dispelled, and in the narrow space of reality, the smell of corpses and blood once again dominates.

Looking at the edge of reality and illusion, such a tragic scene is just a foil to the real battle.

The minions of the born have just been wiped out of reality, while the wailing of the unborn is still echoing there.

The fully armed Grey Knights are walking through the smoke-filled corridor. Outside the portholes of different sizes, there are close-in interception artillery fire and dense landing vehicles.

The hissing sound of burning, the twisting sound of steel being unable to bear the weight after rusting...

As the Death Guards descended, the decayed rust marks, scars, and even naturally generated blasphemous runes that appeared on the surface of the steel were emitting billowing smoke like smoldering herbs under the violent cleansing of the power of order as the silver-armored giants passed through.

However, destruction is destruction. Although the source of the pollution has disappeared, just like all erosion, the reality is still a mess.

Boom!

The sound of steel boots hitting the ground was particularly abrupt in the corridor that was just a battlefield.

The leader of a team of gray knights was looking at the corpses of two giants under his feet to find the whereabouts of the remaining enemies.

——Death knell, a warrior exclusive to Mortarion and the God of Decay.

This highly alienated Astartes warrior, carrying a huge bronze bell on his back, is also a symbolic existence in the entire Death Guard Corps.

They acted as outposts in the legion's big company, and every time before the main force of the legion arrived, they used the terrifying supernatural bell to announce to mortals that the "apocalypse" represented by the plague was about to come.

Although this behavior seemed grotesque, in the eyes of Calvin, who had already mastered the secret of the inscription, their behavior seemed to be self-indulgence, but in essence, they were still unconsciously fulfilling the will of the evil god after being completely transformed by the evil god.

Announcement, demonstration; brewing, and then starting.

Chanters, this is the definition Calvin made from the perspective of inscriptions and authority after understanding their mission.

These warriors with burly and bloated bodies, who condense corruption and rebirth, ugliness and solemn contradictions in one, the true meaning of their existence is by no means the common killing and spreading fear.

Even they themselves are insignificant, just one of the countless death guards who succumbed to Nurgle. But the clocks they carry and those mortals who have lost their minds and then been corrupted and twisted, let Calvin see the essence of this legion belonging to the warp.

The ritual is still a ritual.

This is the prelude to a ritual, and also a tribute to Nurgle before the end of a ritual.

Therefore, all the traitors controlled by the gods are the arms they rely on to intervene in reality and further declare their own existence.

Sadly, they are unaware of this and think they have obtained the truth of the universe and eternal freedom.

Just like Mortarion's obsession and persistence with the mysticism behind special numbers under the appearance of hysterical disgust for psychic power before his fall.

This Chaos Astartes Legion, which has now become a minions of Nurgle, has also changed its essential function from spreading the "name" and "righteousness" of Nurgle.

And this is exactly the brilliance of the gods:

These demons who have committed countless blood debts and sins to the real universe and the human empire do not care about the victory or defeat of the battles that almost destroyed the empire.

Because they are just destroying and spreading, and this behavior itself has achieved the wishes of the masters of their souls.

As for Mortarion or other demon primarchs, their desire to win or lose in a specific war is nothing more than a little personal grudge and fun in the context of achieving the strategic goals of the gods.

For the Nurgle's Name!

A war cry sounded at the corner of the corridor in front, and a plague messenger was turning his feet, roaring and pointing the cursed heavy bolter at Galvin.

The dark green trajectory instantly cut through the space, occupying the entire narrow corridor, and behind him, several Death Guards waved their scythes across the rain of bullets and charged towards Galvin.

Two meters and five against two meters and nine;

The ancient Barbarus warriors against the new generation of Grey Knights.

The distance of more than a hundred meters flashed by, and looking at the increasingly tall Grey Knights, the not-so-clear brains of the Death Guards seemed to finally show hesitation because of the huge height difference between them.

But the battle had already begun. Calvin, who had disguised himself as an ordinary Grey Knight, looked down at the opposite side, standing with his shoulders sideways, and chose to deal with the battle in front of him with the strength of a standard Grey Knight.

Block!

The instantly activated psychic shield was rippled under the impact of the dense rain of bullets.

In the ice-blue eyepiece of the Crusader Tactical Helmet, the scarlet rune index was marking the rapid decline in the strength of the psychic shield.

Then, it was time to kill!

"Emperor's Blessing!"

The Honor Guard behind him completed the condensation of power and stepped forward, slashing the halberd stained by thunder forward with all his strength!

And the shield on his body, which belonged to the Holy Shield Terminator, just took over the firepower that Calvin had to bear!

The Primarch himself shook the charged blue claw blades in his hands at the moment when his figure was blocked, and then walked towards the unlucky people who didn't know who they were facing with a grim smile.

Swish!

The halberd of the goddess of vengeance split the Death Guard in front of him into two, and the next moment, the five claw blades in the Primarch's hand had left equally fatal and terrifying cracks on his compatriots.

It came to an abrupt end.

The short and violent strangulation ended after the last Death Guard fell.

A similar scene also happened on the enemy side of the entire fleet.

The first wave of contact battle seemed to have ended, but Calvin, standing in front of the corpse of the Death Guard, looked serious, as if he was making up his mind for some dangerous attempt.

He looked carefully at the fallen Death Guard and found the blasphemous inscription with special meaning on the Mark III helmet that was integrated with the other party's flesh and blood.

In the equally serious and worried eyes of the surrounding Honor Guards, he pronounced the word that did not belong to reality word by word:

"Un...Breaker..."

In the depths of the warp, the will of the Legion awakened from hibernation, as if it had found prey more attractive than the devil!

The concept of the source of authority surged rapidly, urging the huge power of order to hold the inscription tightly with every existing soul and concept as a fulcrum!

Then, it is to trace its fundamental source in time and reversely translate its true meaning in the warp!

At the same time!

The corrupted god who fell into silence because of the Battle of Morro, the plague, germs, and even the Nurglings and Great Unclean Ones in the depths of the warp, also widened their eyes in an instant, looking at the reality with incomparable anger and horror!

Who is it!

Who dares to directly touch the concept of Nurgling itself!

Who is it!

Who is coveting the authority of the Lord of Decay and Life!

Although this is not directly facing Nurgle itself, it is just trying to analyze the power of Mortarion, the demon prince.

But this is the bottom line that even the billions of years of bloody battles between the gods dare not touch each other!

War! This is a more naked provocation than the bloody battles of the gods! This is a struggle for concepts and authority! Only war and destruction can respond!

In the depths of the warp, the incarnations of billions of corrupt gods shouted loudly to convey their angry will to reality,

and Mortarion, the source and center of the storm, first frowned after sensing the angry will of his father, and then looked towards the direction of the Imperial Navy with an uncertain face.

He did not understand, or rather, his disgust for all witchcraft and his obsession with mysticism made him unable to resist the corruption of Nurgle, but he never really understood the core of the gods!

This is a battlefield he has never touched, and it is also a level of knowledge he has never paid attention to or understood!

However, the power of the God of Decay was urging him, and a stronger sense of crisis than the battle and the death of the Legion soldiers was also reminding him!

He wanted to do something, but for a moment he could not understand what was happening!

Who was it? What happened?

With the favor of the God of Decay, Mortarion, who gave the power of the Demon Prince to his offspring and created his own followers, actually felt like he was being targeted by a predator at this moment!

What made him laugh and cry and horrified was the kind of deep coldness that had never appeared since he ascended to the devil, which was endangered to the root!

Update.

Well, I have rested. Although I don’t know how many people are waiting, but... there is another chapter at 12 o’clock.