$270, Mortarion, Lord of Death, Shroud Dance, Rorschach, and the White King (V)

[You slowly stand up while driving the brand new Khorne Terminator armor.

[You subconsciously hold tightly the demonic weapon, the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, which has grown blood-red living eyes and metal fangs. ]

[The scene in front of you is blood-red, and a few words seem to echo in your ears. ]

["Cut, cut, cut--"]

["Kill, kill, kill--"]

[You stare at the staggering Nurgle zombies with scarlet eyes, and can't help but let out a deafening roar from the depths of your chest. ]

[You slightly lower the metal helmet with a blood-red metal horn, and the whole person is like a steel bull in a violent state. ]

[Your two blood-red magnetic boots stomped heavily on the metal ground, launching a terrifying charge towards the Nurgle zombies in front. 】

【Instantly, countless Nurgle zombies who dared to block your way were smashed into a large amount of blurred flesh and blood by the extremely powerful collision force. 】

【Even the terrifying healing ability and tenacious decay ability given to their corrupted bodies by the zombie plague could not resist your arrival. 】

【There was no sign of stopping your steps. 】

【You held the Bloody Butcher's Scythe tightly in one hand and swept it hard. As the sharp blade danced back and forth, the living eyeballs on it faintly emitted waves of overlapping and echoing terrifying screams. 】

【Almost every staggering Nurgle zombie had no time to react and could only passively endure your endless anger.

【After only fifteen seconds, five or six hundred Nurgle zombies were completely torn into pieces of corrupted flesh all over the ground by your crazy attack. ]

[The green pus containing countless horrible toxins and deadly viruses and bacteria also corroded the surrounding metal ground, and occasionally wisps of thick green mist rose. ]

[At this moment, you suddenly stopped killing after losing your target. ]

[You stood in the center of the rotten meat on the ground, and subconsciously raised the sharp-edged bloody butcher's sickle in your palm. ]

[The tail of the extremely heavy demon weapon hit the metal ground heavily, making a loud roar. ]

[You slightly raised the metal helmet with a bloody metal horn, and couldn't help but let out a terrifying roar that stopped abruptly. ]

["Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice skull..." ]

["...Golden Throne!!!" ]

[Your tenacious consciousness and soul fire finally rose up to resist, breaking free from the endless desire for bloody killing and heavy constraints. ]

[The blood-red scene in front of you slowly faded, and your vision range barely returned to normal. ]

[You subconsciously took a deep breath of bloody air without any chemical smell. ]

[Just now, you were so close to the irreversible red line of Chaos corruption and depravity for the first time.

[But you no longer had the fear you had before. ]

[At this moment, deep in your heart, there was only deep hatred for being controlled by Chaos, and endless anger for Khorne's forced blessing. ]

[You stood there in silence for a moment. ]

[You drove the Khorne Terminator armor back to the arsenal. ]

[Your cold eyes scanned the dazzling array of weapons and equipment inside through the helmet eyepiece, one by one. ]

[You came to the front of the almost mountainous number of hot melt bombs. ]

[You easily carried boxes of hot melt bombs and began to wander around the aisles of the entire arsenal. ]

[You spread the hot melt bombs connected to the detonators almost evenly throughout the arsenal. ]

[You are ready to perish together with the Death Guard and Primarch Mortarion on the End. ]

[You put away the detonator that can detonate all the melta bombs in succession after some operation and exploration. ]

[After completing everything, you casually carried the Bloody Butcher's Scythe and left the armory. ]

[You began to drive the Khorne Terminator armor towards the upper cabin and the bridge. ]

[Although the arrival of the zombie plague completely destroyed your plan to use the surviving navigator to turn the tide and save the entire Death Guard from corruption. ]

[But you still want to try your best to see if you can save the predetermined fate of Primarch Mortarion. ]

[Even if you fail in the end, it is better to die completely in your hands than to become a puppet of the Chaos God. ]

[Along the way, countless thick green mists began to spread inside the ship. 】

【A large number of ship repair servitors and a few mortal crew members were also transformed into staggering Nurgle zombies. 】

【You kept wielding the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, ending their tragic fate. 】

【You also saw with your own eyes the Death Guards who were surrounded by the black swarms of the Destroyer Plague, and were constantly tormented by their powerful bodies and fragile souls. 】

【After countless Astartes Brothers saw you, the Death Shroud that was obviously "corrupted" by Chaos. 】

【They still clenched their weapons, trying to stand up and attack despite the unbearable endless pain. 】

【You stared at the Death Guards through the helmet goggles. 】

【You wielded the Bloody Butcher's Scythe without hesitation, giving them the only dignity left, and the only dignity you could give - the liberation of death. 】

[Instantly, accompanied by the continuous sweeping and slashing of the Bloody Butcher's Scythe. ]

[The broken bodies of the Death Guards almost covered the metal ground behind you. ]

[Even the scarlet blood flowing everywhere seemed to cover your Khorne Terminator Armor with a visible but invisible bloody cloak. ]

[You drove the Khorne Terminator Armor to move forward, holding the Bloody Butcher's Scythe stained with the blood of countless Astartes in your palm. ]

[You entered the elevator connecting the upper cabin and the middle cabin. ]

[Soon after, accompanied by the subtle sound of the mechanical valves in the elevator turning continuously, you successfully arrived at the upper cabin and slowly stepped into the new battlefield. ]

[You just walked a distance forward and entered a huge and empty ancient auditorium]

[You almost saw the Death Guards around you who were either kneeling on one knee, or slapping their metal helmets hard, and occasionally making uncontrollable screams of pain. ]

[However, just as you subconsciously raised the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, intending to grant the Astartes in front of you the only relief. ]

[Wearing the armor of Barbarus, which is mainly iron gray and supplemented with green shoulder armor. ]

[The terrifying figure with a huge body of three and a half meters tall and a huge sickle called "Destruction" on his back, slowly crossed the remaining gaps between countless Death Guards and walked towards you. ]

[You couldn't help but take a deep breath, and subconsciously grasped the Bloody Butcher's Scythe with blood-red living eyes that kept turning. ]

[That was the Lord of the Death Guard who had not yet completely fallen, the Pale King... the fourteenth Primarch, Mortarion! ]

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