Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 562 Mortarion
The Leviathan command vehicle continued to advance on the plain.

Until the driver slowed down for the safety of the original body, this giant war machine did not quickly go to the front line.

This was also ordered by Guilliman's Honor Guard, because they knew what the Genefather was like.

But here, far away from the front line, something still happened.

As the Leviathan command vehicle passed through a scorched earth, thick white fog rose over the plain.

The entire terrain seemed to change, with forests and plants appearing where trees should not have been.

Guilliman realized something. He put on the Armor of Destiny, picked up the Emperor's Sword, and prepared to fight this fateful battle himself.

"Primarch, you should not get out of the car." Tribune Kirken stepped forward to dissuade him.

Guilliman glanced at the Custodes in golden armor, then turned to look straight ahead.

"I'm going to lead the charge, that's a given!"

He was so persistent.

Kirken looked at Guilliman's powerful Honor Guards.

But the Honor Guard is ready to face the enemy alongside Genefather.

There was really no other way, so Kirken could only follow Guilliman and leave the Leviathan command vehicle.

The Custodes, the Honor Guard, the First Company of the Ultramarines, the best of the best, followed the Primarch and protected him.

There is nothing in the thick fog, but these fogs can swallow everything, even the sound of gunfire and the roar of Titans.

"My brother is a coward." Guilliman turned around and said to everyone, then turned his head again and raised the Emperor's Sword, "Mortarion!"

The Primarch's roar echoed through the fog.

"I am the Emperor's loyal son and your brother! If you still have any courage, then stand up and face me!"

"You coward who gave in to the warp creatures!"

Guilliman roared and chopped down the surrounding trees.

As the flames of the Emperor's Sword burned through the supernatural plants, the fog lightened a bit and large swaths of the plants were burned.

The psykers in the Leviathan command vehicle reported to Guilliman what they had detected.

demon.

Many demons are approaching.

A moment later, 77 figures appeared in the thick fog.

It was no ordinary demon, nor the Plague Marine of Guilliman's traitorous brother.

These 77 Nurgle Vanguard teams are composed of fat demons and strong demon princes.

Kugas, Septicemia, Black Death... These demons are not one of the 77 Nurgle Vanguards. They have been exiled and will not come back so soon.

But the archdemons and daemon princes among Nurgle's vanguard are much more powerful than the unreliable Black Death and Septicemia.

"We are here to seek revenge, but the target of revenge is not you." A demon prince stepped forward and said, "The person who is going to deal with you is behind you."

"It doesn't matter, I am full of hatred for you!" Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword and charged first.

The Custodes and Sisters of Silence followed, as well as the champions of Guilliman.

The Demon Prince of Nurgle didn't lie, there really was a follow-up team.

When Guilliman and his party were fighting against Nurgle's vanguard, a demon army composed of a large number of demons and seven big demons leading the demon army appeared.

Guilliman wields the Emperor's Sword and slashes every enemy he sees, and his attacks are extremely fierce.

Neither the Great Demons nor the Daemons wanted to be completely obliterated by the Emperor's Sword, so they avoided the blade's edge.

In the end, a Daemon Prince from Nurgle's Vanguard took action, parrying the Emperor's Sword and heading straight for Guilliman's throat.

Guilliman subconsciously used his arms to block, but the venom-filled blade as expected did not cut down, and he found himself moving ten meters backward.

The original body looked forward and saw the Lord of Tyrone standing where he had just stood.

The Lord of Tyrone grasped the sword that the Demon Prince was stabbing at, and stretched out his right hand to grab its throat when it was caught off guard.Thunder and lightning and fire surged, and the smell of burning spread.

The demon prince's body struggled a few times and turned into a ball of charcoal.

"If you want to avenge that pig huddled in the mansion, then come with me to fight on the Onila-[-] satellite." Qin Mo threw away the carbon block in his hand, stood up and rushed towards the Onila-[-] satellite.

The 76 Daemon Princes and the Archdemon looked at each other and rushed towards the satellite, but before they left, they also took away the Archdemon who was dealing with Guilliman so that their team could still fit in with the number 77.

The six remaining demons led the possessed army to fight Guilliman.

When the emperor's sword collided with the giant sword of a big demon, the big demon looked at the burning flames and said eagerly: "I'm just here to make up the numbers. We have no grudges. You fight another demon!"

Guilliman didn't care so much and used even more force on his hands.

The flames on the Emperor's Sword grew stronger.

This flame even scared the great demon who could wrestle with Guilliman and took seven steps back.

Another big demon was about to attack, but when Guilliman turned around and pointed his sword at it, it immediately stopped and backed away.

Even if these great demons who serve Nurgle encounter a bloodthirsty demon, they dare to shout and fight to honor their father.

But the problem is that the bloodthirsty maniacs can at best smash them into pieces, and if they are killed by the Emperor's Sword in Guilliman's hand, they will die forever like the mortals they have abused.

Demons are not afraid of exile, but they are afraid of death.

"Man, let's fight with our swords, don't risk our lives." A big demon put down his weapon and raised his hands, indicating that Guilliman didn't need to be so drastic.

These big demons are not here for shopping, but they were forcibly brought here by a certain beloved son of the respected father to pave the way for the beloved son's appearance, so that the beloved son would appear to be very pompous and powerful.

However, Guilliman did not care about the begging of these demons for mercy. He charged towards them with the Emperor's Sword raised high.

In Guilliman's superhuman brain, the countless painful choices he made and the suffering of the war in the Ultramar sector flashed through scenes.

At this time, the original body was as crazy and furious as Angron.

But unnoticed by the Primarch, a Daemon Prince used his psychic powers to detect all that was happening on the battlefield.

This Daemon Prince was once a psyker who was tortured and succumbed to the power of the Destructive Power when his homeworld was attacked by Nurgle's servants. After he became a Daemon Prince, he still retained the power of his mortal body. Powerful spiritual energy, even more powerful after receiving the gift from Father Nurgle.

As Guilliman advanced towards the Archdemon and slashed hard into the Archdemon's fat, rotting body with the Emperor's Sword, the Daemon Prince realized that his opportunity had come.

In the midst of the burning body of the great daemon, amid its miserable and shrill screams, the Daemon Prince emerged from a rotting organ and struck a sword at the weak point of Guilliman's armor.

This was a sudden blow.

Guilliman could not imagine that a daemon prince could emerge from the rotting organs of a dying demon and strike him with a sword.

Although the demon prince was then beheaded by Guilliman's sword, Guilliman was also traumatized.

The Armor of Destiny and Superman's body are resisting the invading viruses, but those viruses can serve as mediators of destructive power as long as they are not eliminated.

Finally a figure appeared on the battlefield.

When the figure appeared, Guilliman immediately looked over, roared in rage and charged towards it, but when he really got close to the figure, his body seemed to be restrained by something and he could not move.

Insect wings like moths spread across the battlefield.

The figure's white pupils were fixed on Guilliman, and what looked like a respirator on his face sprayed out a burst of foul-smelling yellow mist from time to time.

The Daemon Primarch, Lord of Death... Mortarion has arrived.

"No one can help you this time, brother." Mortarion laughed.

Guilliman looked around.

The champion guards were entangled by the demonic army.

The Custodes and Sisters of Silence led by Kirken were isolated at a distance by the demon.

Guilliman tried to move again and found that he was still bound, and the power that bound him came from the wounds caused by the demon prince.

It was then that the original body realized that he had rushed too fast and too far.

However, Mortarion did not know that there would be another person coming to stop him at this time.

(End of this chapter)