Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 978: Head of Gorgon: Ferrus Malus ([-]) [Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone! 】

[At this moment, your eyes are staring at Luo Jia who is flying backwards, and you are obviously stunned for a moment. 】

[Although your physical strength is strong to a certain extent, it won't make a original body so embarrassed, right? 】

[Are you too strong, or is Luojia too weak? 】

【Buzzing—】

[At the moment of lightning, you suddenly swung the Blood Scythe forward, cutting a dozen enchanted warriors called the Blessed Sons into pieces of flesh and blood flying in the sky! 】

[Your huge body is wrapped in a dark shadow like a flame, and continues to fly towards Luojia who landed heavily! 】

【Boom! 】

[Before you could get closer, Luojia, whose face became increasingly angry, got up from the ground. 】

[He swings the light-powered scepter of revelation tightly in his palm, and powerful psychic lightning strikes quickly in your direction! 】

[However, you were unmoved by this, and just condensed a layer of shadow armor to cover the body surface, allowing the opponent's psychic power to continue to fall on your huge body! 】

[Your huge iron fist once again bombarded Luojia's burly body. The mantra armor covered with mysterious protective runes flickered slightly, and a large number of fragmented armor shells sputtered and flew everywhere! 】

[This terrifying punch, which contains the bonus of flight speed and anger, not only completely shattered the opponent's psychic shield and power armor, but also made the opponent fly backwards like a rag doll! 】

[At this moment, you subconsciously stared at the vibranium fist, and the bronze face hidden inside the skull helmet gradually revealed the emotional changes of sudden realization. 】

[If there is a ranking among the 22 original brothers. 】

[So when it comes to the use of psychic power, Magnus is the first, and no one dares to be the second. 】

[In terms of physical strength, although Vulkan, who has a simple and honest personality, will take care of the emotions of his brothers and is unwilling to show too much, he is obviously the strongest among the original bodies. Even Angron, who has already ascended to the devil, can only Ranked second. 】

[But when it comes to Lorgar, the spiritual power cannot be compared with Magnus, the physical power is not as good as Vulkan or Angron, and even the lethality or destructive power is obviously not as good as Sanguinius. Not to mention the command and internal affairs construction, etc., there is no comparison with Guilliman, Dorn and others. 】

[In your opinion, Lorgar seems to be far ahead only in his research on faith. 】

[However, from the moment he chose to betray the emperor, even this slight advantage was given up by the other party himself. 】

[Therefore, if I had to choose one Primarch's shame among the many Primarch brothers, then this title seems to belong to Lorgar. 】

【dong dong dong-】

[Your huge body landed heavily on the black sand covered with stinking blood and armor fragments. Countless Word Bearers armed with melee weapons quickly gathered in your direction unyieldingly. 】

[But the combat power gap between the Primarchs and the Astartes is too huge and cannot be made up by the numbers in front of them. 】

[You just danced the Blood Scythe back and forth and swept away with all your strength. Hundreds of Word Bearers who couldn't even withstand a single blow could only become flesh and blood corpses all over the place! 】

["Lorgar, are you just going to watch your blood descendants die for you? You are so weak, you are worthy of the shame of the original body! In my eyes, you can't even see Angron, who has no consciousness of his own. Not comparable!" You growled in a low voice while staring at Lorgar who was retreating. 】

[You slowly drive your vibranium powered armor forward, and countless horrific artillery fire from the Word Bearers' attacking troops repeatedly explode on your huge body. 】

[You seem to be unscathed, but every time you take a step, dozens of Word Bearers will unfortunately become the tragic dead souls under your Blood Scythe! 】【Perhaps your killing of the Word Bearers Legion was too bloody and cruel, or perhaps Lorgar could not bear the shame of you calling him the Primarch. 】

【"Rorschach—"】

[The next moment, Lorgar, who was holding the Light of Revelation power scepter tightly with both hands, let out a deafening roar, ignoring the obstruction of his confidants and men, and once again launched an astonishing battle charge in your direction! 】

[Your eyes are extremely cold. 】

[You did not leave any way for the opponent to retreat. 】

[A large number of pitch-black shadows rising like flames quickly flowed out of your huge body! 】

[Countless shadows that instantly turned into giant shadow crows tightly wrapped Luojia's burly body, and a terrifying storm like flesh and blood unfolded on the spot! 】

【Chichichi——】

[After tens of seconds, countless shadow crows suddenly dispersed and returned to your huge body. 】

[Now Lorgar, who appears in front of countless Word Bearers and even you, seems to have only breathed his last. 】

[His limbs have basically been cut clean, and even the Armor of Mantra wrapped around the burly body is shattered, and even the internal organs that are rapidly squirming and healing are vaguely exposed! 】

[However, when you plan to take the opportunity to lift the blood sickle in the palm of your hand and give Luojia, who has not yet ascended to magic, a fatal blow. 】

[Countless increasingly crazier Word Bearers and dozens of enchanted warriors with full combat power launch a continuous battle charge against you! 】

[In just a few seconds of obstruction, a teleportation light suddenly appeared on Luojia's remains, allowing the opponent to successfully escape from the current battlefield! 】

[You are obviously a little angry about this, and your methods of killing countless Word Bearers and possessed warriors have become increasingly cruel and ruthless. 】

[Not long after, your huge body covered with countless blood stains and scraps of flesh temporarily ended your continuous killing of the Word Bearers legion. 】

[A large amount of refreshed data from the Astartes battle loss ratio not only allows you to calm down again, but also allows you to temporarily return to the identity of the battlefield commander. 】

[The current battlefield situation is becoming increasingly chaotic and anxious. Every inch of the surface belonging to Istvan [-] is littered with the hot blood and fragile lives of you and the traitor army. 】

[Even though the four of you Primarchs have almost crushed the combat power of ordinary Astartes. 】

[But when the number of enemies gradually increases to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, the role that your proud individual combat power can play becomes increasingly limited. 】

[You are driving the vibranium power armor crazily, waving the Blood Scythe in the palm of your hand, and the whole person is like a humanoid tank, weaving back and forth to kill in the huge battle formation of the Iron Warriors Legion. 】

[You successfully found Ferus who was being besieged by countless Iron Warriors and the Iron Hands who had five elite companies left. 】

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