Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Vulkan: "To be honest, this is quite strange. After all, I have been busy defending Terra instead of attacking Terra... But this is really Waaagh! Isn't it! My boys!"

The led Salamander: "Waaagh! Immortal Lord Vulkan! We love you!"

The noisy sound made Mortarion feel dizzy. He quickly blocked it and then focused on the battle in front of him.

With so many Primarchs and Legions under siege, the fall of the Imperial Palace of Terra was a certainty.

Now there is only one heavily fortified area left to think of and a complete attack plan to reduce damage.

That is the core of the Royal Palace of Terra, the throne room where the throne is placed and connected to the Webway.

Of course, what is stored here is not the genuine Ascension Throne, but just a replica of an empty model.

The main difficulty in attacking here is the degraded millions of forbidden troops, as well as the various demons that continuously pour out from the webway.

It is reported that these demons come from the core area of ​​the chessboard battlefield and come through a one-way subspace teleportation array.

"Alas..." Sighing, Mortarion used a slight poisonous gas to incense his armor. Now he felt more and more that this war was just a game played by Tzeentch's illness.

While he was performing the numerology ritual, he could also hear Nurgle's familiar voice ringing softly in his ears.

"Tzeentch is really unreliable... I suspect that she has gone crazy and has completely forgotten her original intention of playing the great game."

Of course, that can't be said. Mortalion heard that Lin Fan, the Subjector, has been providing them with support from higher levels.

Just like yesterday, he heard about a rather outrageous record.

A rhino transport truck lost control and plunged into the center of more than a dozen degraded forbidden troops.

As a result, when these degraded forbidden troops were chopping, the rhinoceros transport vehicle exploded, taking away all of these degraded forbidden troops in a wave.

Although the Deteriorated Forbidden Army is a bit weak, it is not so unbearable. They are more or less made according to the Imperial Army template, and it is no problem to resist a Destroyer Mortar in the face.

This is probably the subjective person's effort.

And even earlier...

The outrageous battle report can no longer make Mortalion feel any disturbance. He has long been accustomed to impossible things happening.

"Lord Mortalion, the defense line of Moa's remains is now ours."

"Huh? Didn't you say that that line of defense was difficult to conquer yesterday? Why was it defeated today?"

"Uh...a team of nuns are here to back us up."

"Battle Sister? Support us? Are you kidding?"

"No, no, Lord Mortalion. I am serious. I watched with my own eyes those nuns wearing red armor and carrying chain swords. They entered the depths of the enemy's position in a flash. Just a head nun. He knocked down five Terminators like he was chopping melons and vegetables..."

After hearing this, Mortalion was silent for a long time, and then replied helplessly, "Okay, I understand. It is probably the Subjector or the God Emperor who provided support to them. Don't pay too much attention to it."

While Mortarion was formulating a new battle plan, his communicator beeped, and a brother Primarch called him.

When he opened it, he found that it was an invitation from Magnus, asking him to temporarily put down his work and go to a church ruins for a meeting.

Ugh...it's really troublesome...

Mortarion stood up, told the Legion to defend themselves, and then hurriedly left.

After arriving at the place, it was discovered that Magnus was not the only one in the ruins of the church.

Lorgar, Fulgrim, and Leman Russ are also there.

Leman Russ raised his hand, saying that he was only here to supervise Magnus not to be stupid.

Lorgar and Fulgrim came here to help Magnus complete the next work.

Magnus looked at Mortalion with a smile, and then expressed his own thoughts, or it could be said that it was a suggestion given to him by the subject Lin Fan before the war started.

As soon as Mortalion heard this, his expression changed. He shook his cloak angrily and asked, "You are asking me to become a demon again? Are you kidding me?"

"Ahem... don't be angry, my good brother." Magnus walked over. As the first person to dislike witchcraft, Mortalion showed obvious disgust at Magnus' approach.

But Magnus didn't care, and just continued, "Is this a problem with demon ascending? We need to take a broader view. Let's make it clear, this demon ascending is nothing more than transforming the power of the subspace and then putting it on the body. . It’s the same as humans refining iron and casting armor.”

"You are changing the concept..."

So your numerology isn't it?

All the primarchs, including Leman Russ, wanted to complain like this, but they all endured silence for the sake of the next work.

"Why did I become a demon? If it was me, wouldn't Fulgen be the one with the most experience here?"

When Fulgrim heard what Mortalian said, his face turned red with embarrassment.

"Actually...there aren't that many..."

This weak explanation sounded unconvincing, and Magnus was forced to tell Mortarion the truth.

"Because you are very strong after becoming a demon."

Upon hearing this, Mortalion's slightly cloudy eyes lit up. It seemed that he was very concerned about whether he was strong or not. "Really? Do you really think so?"

"Really." Magnus replied seriously, "It's not just me who thinks so, all the brothers here think so, even if they are subjective..."

"Oh...it's him again..." Mortalion lost interest as soon as he heard the subject, "Are you also bewitched by the power of the god? Are you starting to take advantage of others?"

"If the casualties can be significantly reduced, opportunism is worthwhile. Without the influence of the subjective power of the subject, the casualty ratio of our army would have increased by at least 200%, and the attack speed would not have been so fast."

"This is no longer a war..."

"My brother, don't say that. When you become a demon, experience that powerful power and it will change your mind."

Mortalion frowned. He felt that Magnus's statement was very dangerous, almost like the Almighty Demon Lord when he lied to others.

But before he could say anything, Leman Russ, who moved with the stealth of a wolf, quietly moved behind Mortarion.

boom!

A big flying kick!

The kicked Mortalion suddenly flew out and landed in the demonic ritual formation in the center of the church.

The next moment, Lorgar clasped his hands together and immediately recited filthy spells to guide the coming of the power of subspace.

"Sorry bro, but we have to do this."