I produce soldiers every day, starting from the end of the world

The production numbers of these dragon-shaped warriors and dragons cannot keep up with the Stardust Dragons.

Its strength is several times that of Stardust Dragon.

The tens of thousands of meters of space-time dragon really covered the entire sky above his head.

When Wang Yan returned to the real world, he manifested a space-time dragon.

When the space-time dragon tens of thousands of meters appeared in the sky above the City of Public Hope, the citizens of the City of Public Hope looked at the giant dragon in the sky in surprise.

Not only that, half of the Marais Empire also witnessed the space-time dragon flying in the sky, and they were all shocked.

"Look what that is?"

In cities surrounded by high walls, the survivors looked up at the dragons hovering in the sky.

The cavalry troops on the way also saw the giant dragon that covered the sky and the sun.

However, they had not seen the dragon together with the target they were about to attack.

Still moving forward at a rapid pace.

At this time, Wang Yan had just returned to the city main hall when he received his first surprise this month.

The Corrosive Claw warband's barracks immediately produced their primarch.

In other words, Wang Yan's fifth original body walked out of the barracks and came to his world.

Wang Yan immediately summoned him back to his side.

He needed to know what Mortarion's state was at this time.

A spatial wave appeared from the construction space.

Then a space door opened not far from Wang Yan.

A warrior wearing green power armor walked out.

"Mortarion has met the Commander."

Mortarion, the Primarch of the Death Guard of the Fourteenth Legion, said respectfully.

Wang Yan could tell that he didn't have the same prejudice against him as the emperor.

He knew that this was the credit of the system, otherwise this naughty man would definitely show dissatisfaction.

"Get up".

Wang Yan said to Mortarion, who was bending slightly.

The latter stood up straight.

The stench and a large number of Nurgle flies surrounded him.

He knew that Mortarion, who had ascended to become the Daemon Prince of Nurgle, might never be able to return to normal.

Just like Angron.

He can only show himself like a devil.

But Angron had found the latest thing in his heart.

Now he can control his anger.

Wang Yan didn't know if Mortarion could do it.

'System introduce him'.

'Mortarion, the Primarch of the Death Guard of the Fourteenth Warhammer Legion, the Death Lord, was exiled from the subspace to a planet full of poisonous gas when he was a child. Because he could survive in the poisonous gas, he was captured and subjected to various experiments until He completely awakened to the belonging in his heart. Just when he was about to see his adoptive father, the Emperor came. After completing a bet, Mortarion came to Holy Terra with a grudge to accept the Fourteenth Legion. At first He would also fight for the Emperor in the galaxy and make great achievements, but he was shunned by his brothers because of the large-scale use of biological and chemical weapons, and finally joined the rebels and became one of the nine traitorous Primarchs'.

Wang Yan finished listening to the system's introduction to the original body.

In fact, it is not the most complete.

This is a tough-talking, soft-hearted bastard, complaining while still fighting for the empire.

The resentment is overwhelming.

But now he will not have any strange emotions towards Wang Yan.

"Do you choose to remain with the Corrupted Claws warband? Or choose another warband to lead?".

I looked at the primarch, radiating Nurgle energy.

"Commander, I still stay in the Claw of Corrosion."

Mortarion said with his head slightly lowered.

"Okay, put aside your past grudges, I need you to fight for me."

"Commander, Mortarion understands."

"Go ahead".

"Yes".

A space door appeared behind Mortarion, and he slowly retreated into the space door.

'Congratulations to the host system for awarding five Death Guard warband barracks'.