Proof of the Sun King

"I forbid you to hurt the Legion Commander!" At the moment when Fulgrim was about to despair, a cowardly but brave voice echoed on the battlefield.

Forgan's eyes widened.

It's the halfling hobby!

The brave halfling somehow broke through the blockade of the death shroud and appeared behind Mortarion.

The little halfling's strength is only the pinnacle of legend, he can't do magic, and he is also unspeakably strong in wrist strength, but he appeared, and I saw Harpy trembling under Mortarion's power, but he put the hand in his hand. The elf long sword pointed directly behind the demon primarch, like a hen guarding her cub in front of an eagle. She was terrified, but she was still brave and fearless!

Mortarion looked angry and contemptuous at this, even more agitated than Fulgan's sarcasm, the primarch wielding the Plague Scythe vigorously, the respirator alarm and his voice blaring one after another:" It's just you? It's just you, a dwarf, you're worthy to challenge me? What am I? I'm the Lord of the Fourteenth Legion, I'm the Father's Demon Primarch, and I'm the fighter of the people! You want to challenge too I?"

"Happy doesn't know that much!" The elven sword in the halfling's hand stabbed into Mortarion's defensive circle, shattering like glass, and Harpy was not surprised at all. The halfling's The voice was decisive and decisive: "Happy only knows that the commander of the army has brought Happie honor, and he has always treated Happie with sincerity. Heppie is willing to die for him, willing!"

"For that dictatorial tyrant? For his pale lies?!" Mortarion was out of anger, and it swept across the Plague Scythe with ease.

The halfling's body was cut into two pieces in the air, and the Plague Scythe was once again stained with blood.

Not even the dwarves' mithril armour could stop Mortarion's Plague Scythe.

And Harpy seemed to know his end, too. The halfling turned his gaze to his beloved Legion Commander at the last moment of his life and showed a big smile.

"No! Harpy...no!" Fulgen tried hard to stand up, but he was too injured, got up and immediately knelt on the ground, the Emperor's Son Primarch could only watch his scout captain helplessly Defeated at the hands of his own brother: "No...it shouldn't...you should go back to Mutter and enjoy the rest of your life..."

Big drops of Primarch blood fell to the ground, Fulgrim propped himself up with the Sotek spear, and suddenly he felt a pain in his chest, very painful.

"Happy is very happy to follow His Excellency the Legion Commander! Because the price given by the Legion Commander is very suitable!"

"You are such a good man, Legion Commander! Those nasty Imperials use Harpy as a tool, and only you truly respect Harpy!"

"Happy is here. He has completed the task and stole the ancient sage tablet and the secret treasure for Lord Fugen! How will Lord Fugen reward Harpie?"

"Happy's ideals? I just want to go back to Mutter to get married after I finish this ticket. The windmills, fields and pie there are where Happy ends, and where is Happy's home."

Is this how Guilliman felt aboard the Emperor's Pride?

With the halfling cut in two, in addition to his body, there is his cauldron.

The halfling cauldron bomb exploded along with it, and the scalding superheated temperature and strong adhesion of the flaming sticky caused Mortarion to encounter a little trouble, but in addition to the physical trouble, the bigger blow came from the mind, the demon primarch hysterically Roared: "Why? Why do you have someone willing to die for you? Why? He is obviously your tool, but he has just become a stepping stone to your ambitions!"

"Deep yourself, this is you, Mortarion, while surrendering to the evil of the warp, weeping, cursing and hating psykers, constantly preaching that all loyalty is false, and at the same time speaking from the heart Desperate for love and loyalty, claiming that his tenacity and will are unmatched, while succumbing to the threat of disease and corruption, he pleads for mercy to Nurgle." Falcon's face burned with hatred, and the Emperor The Prince's Son, the Primarch sarcastically said, "You'll never understand sacrifice and love, ever."

"I don't need to understand, I just need to know that I, Mortarion, are the fighter for democracy in the galaxy, the symbol of freedom and democracy and the hope of hundreds of trillions of human beings being enslaved and exploited by the corpse **** emperor!" Mortarion was furious. Continue your attack below!

A blue light flashed across the sky.

At first, neither Fulgan nor Mortarion cared about it. The seriously injured Fulgan wanted to stand up to fight the enemy, but he was almost out of strength. Fulgan knew that within a few rounds, he would fail completely.

Mortarion raised the Plague Scythe again, and Fulgrim's downfall seemed inevitable.

The pale blue ball fell at an extreme speed. At the moment Mortarion's war sickle approached Fugen, the light ball stopped in front of Fugan, and a pale sharp blade blocked Mortarion's plague war sickle.

"What?!" The demon primarch was stunned for a moment, and he instinctively wrapped himself back with huge wings again.

The azure-blue beam of light wraps the visitor. Surrounded by large stocks of subspace energy, azure-blue flames swirled and danced around the visitor. In the cold and gloomy atmosphere, some kind of supreme existence descended, and it spit out. In one breath, the hot Lustria turned into a cold Nagaros, distant, cold, and dead.

The Supreme Being emerges from the flames.

This is a man with a robe of fire, a crown of soul stones, a purple body and inlaid with ancient runes. The existence of his, his figure flickered like a ghost, holding the symbol representing the eternal immortality of the soul in one hand, and the sword of all souls in the other.

The Supreme Being looked at the Demon Primarch coldly, and an ancient Eldar symbol spit out from his mouth, and the divine power full of death breath and cold freezing power instantly enveloped Mortarion.

The original powerful plague and corrupting psionic energy of the Demon Primarch actually began to dissolve in front of the Supreme Being. If the power of Nurgle means the balance formed in endless corruption and new life, then the power of this Supreme Being means that Complete death and another form of transformation made Mortarion extremely unhappy. Almost in an instant, he immediately waved the plague war sickle and fought against the comers!

"That's..." Fulgan propped himself on the ground with one hand, still trying to get himself up, the Emperor's Son Primarch tried to condense his strength: "That seems to be..."

Two people suddenly appeared beside the Emperor's Son Primarch. They were dressed strangely, one on the left and one on the right, protecting the injured Fulgrim.

A warrior is dressed in red armor, wearing a red pointed winged helmet, a sky blue cloak swaying behind him, and holding the legendary Asuvar and the Sword of Silent Howl in his hand.

The other is more like a prophet than a warrior. She wears a tight red and black rune battle suit and a dark red floor-length dress. She holds the Sword of Eternal Mourning. Her face is fierce and cruel, but she also has a unique wild beauty. The strange thing is her hair. The temples of the white hair are all shaved clean, only the long hair on the top and back of the head is pulled up and tied into a sky braid, which is fixed with a semi-circular eight-awn headgear.

"It's you!" Fulgen finally recognized the identity of the trio, and the Emperor's Son Primarch was very surprised: "Why are you here?"

The incarnation of Eldar Death, Inkarn!

Eldar God of Death, Inani!

Spirit Race Death Champion, Thousand Faces!

"The Imperium of Man, the Allies, the Army of Death, at the request of the reborn carrion god, we strike now, not out of revenge—but in pursuit of a light that only appears when all other hope is dimmed." The death champion Qianmian said lightly, and then he joined the battle. The death shrouds rushed up and fought with the death champion. After the long journey and the baptism of the warp storm, the death shroud was already in a state of sluggishness. Mian immediately gained the upper hand in the battle and killed two of Mortarion's personal guards in a row.

"Your father and brothers really want to come and save you, but our great enemy has sealed the passage. Only the power of Jena can allow us to reach this place through the net." The **** of death chose Inani to speak, and the spirits The little sister's voice was also very cold. She glanced at the defeated and proud purple-gold rooster with disdain, and opened the folding fan: "Thank you brother."

"It's hard to imagine, is it... Guilliman?" Fugan covered his wound with his hand, gasping for breath: "It's really... he's..."

"If he hadn't taken the initiative to come to the door and beg me to put down his dignity as the imperial regent in a world of ice and snow, we would not have agreed to come here." The little civet meowing at Yinani's feet, Yinani lightly Lightly recited a prophecy: "A phoenix is ​​about to fall, and another phoenix is ​​about to rise."

Fulgan noticed that Guilliman Inani seemed unnatural, and covered her face with a fan.

hehe~ interesting.

"At least now, our destinies are closely linked!" Inani noticed the change in Fugen's expression, and hurriedly raised her old woman's sword - the sword of eternal grief, and protected Fugen behind her to deal with the rushing up. Death Shroud: "In addition to these, we also brought a gift, you have a special courier, the former Demon Prince of Slaanesh."

Fulgan had to ask again, and a muffled groan had come from the battlefield where Mortarion and the incarnation of death were fighting, because Kahn was looming in the cold death air.

All the dead souls around are flocking to the incarnation of Death, becoming a part of its power, because Kahn flashed back and forth on the battlefield, a silver light, a golden light, turned into icy snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Mortarion was neither in a hurry nor slow, the more violent the attack of the incarnation of death, the more calm he became. The demon primarch continued to neutralize the attack of the incarnation of death. With the mad scythe dancing, the defensive counterattacks were extremely fierce one after another. , and even let the incarnation of the **** of death can only use flash to constantly avoid the edge of the demon primarch!

"It's just you, a fragmented incarnation of a deity of a fallen race, trying to defeat me?" The plague scythe in Mortarion's hand and the sword of all souls incarnated by the **** of death clashed. .

However, in the end, Mortarion was superior in strength and endurance. The tenacious demon primarch gradually pushed the avatar of death away, and then used the long handle to hit Inkarn's chest directly. The avatar was hit **** the chest. Pieces of blue sparks burst out, and even something similar to glass was shattered, and a lot of debris fell. He staggered back, just as he was about to flash, Mortarion immediately raised his other hand. Kill the head of the God of Death.

"Hmm!" The incarnation of Death was spun in the air like a spinning top by this blow, and finally, when Mortarion's war scythe fell, he barely launched a flash and immediately fled.

Fulgrim clutched his wounds, the Emperor's Son Primarch thinking that this Eldar avatar of death was weaker than he thought.

The incarnation of the **** of death flashed behind Mortarion in an instant, his eyes flashed, the power of psionic power was activated, and all the souls of the undead and the energy of the warp on the surrounding battlefield rushed to Inkarn.

Afterwards, a blue flame beam attacked Mortarion directly from behind.

A wave of energy converged on the back of the Demon Primarch, this is the divine power of Jena, the Death God of the Spirit Race!

Mortarion turned around immediately, and he wrapped himself with his wings again, making a defensive action.

Absolute defensive circle!

The rays of light became more and more violent and intense, bombarding Mortarion's absolute defense circle, and the incarnation of death intensified, and Mortarion also used all his strength, and dense cracks appeared on the absolute defense circle again. Start the all-out confrontation!

Fulgan wanted to join the fray, but he had no choice but to get down on one knee to get himself back as quickly as possible.

In the end, Mortarion's formidable resilience, known fortitude, and constant psionic power triumphed once again.

The power of Death's incarnation was almost exhausted, and he failed to break through Mortarion's absolute defense circle.

But at this moment, the incarnation of Death God suddenly screamed. He stretched out his hand toward the air and shot the last remaining power into the sky. A golden phoenix appeared from the sky, and it got the energy. It swept down at a high speed, spreading the fire of the phoenix all over.

Immediately afterwards, the avatar of Death flashed, dodging the plague war scythe called Silent Scythe in Mortarion's hands.

The golden phoenix flew towards Fugen at a high speed, and then attached to Fugen's golden power sword - Glory. In the endless light and flames, the glory was recast.

"Your father, the **** emperor used a sword you used to forge this brand-new weapon, and you know how to use it." The **** of death chose Inani, wielding the sword of eternal mourning and death shrouds. fighting.

"Father has reforged the sword of fire." Two tears fell on Fulgrim's chest, and the Emperor's Son Primarch reached out and grasped the new weapon "Phoenix Blade" that continued to burn and release astonishing heat in the reforged fire. ": "This is the weapon Ferrus once forged for me, he said it was his most perfect work 'the perfect sword'."

Powerful flames flowed into Fulgrim's body, warm and stern.

The Yang Fire Talisman lit up again, and the pure fire of enthusiasm was passed from the amulet to the blade, and Sanguinius' voice followed: "I give you all my power, brother!"

Fulgen raised his sword and placed the Phoenix Blade on his chest, the flames blazing in front of him, the Emperor's Son Primarch seized the opportunity and leaped directly towards Mortarion.

"!!!" Mortarion was shocked that Fugen had regained his fighting power. He immediately gave up and continued to entangle with the incarnation of the **** of death, and at the same time opened the absolute defense circle again.

The Phoenix Blade bombarded the surface of the defensive circle, and the Phoenix Fire and Fulgrim's frantic roar formed an unstoppable force.

This time, he will not fail again!

A loud noise sounded, the earth shook, and dense cracks appeared on the absolute defense circle, until it was completely broken like glass, and the flame and bright white and hot light on the Phoenix Blade finally suppressed the power of the Demon Primarch. A rush of energy emerged from the blade, sweeping away all the filth in front of him with extraordinary power.

The absolute defense circle is broken!

The psionic storm and flames on the sword's edge swept across Mortari's body in an instant, smashing the plague censer and Barbarian armor and Nurgle's blessing cloth on him to smash! The burning and roaring flames penetrated into the body of the Demon Primarch, making a sizzling sound like cooking oil on fire!

"Ah ah ah!" Mortarion's screams were not as fast as his retreat, and the Demon Primarch used all his remaining strength to push away quickly without hesitation: "This is not fair! You are cheating! brother!"

Fulgan's blow hit Mortarion hard, but he himself reached the limit and failed to launch a strong pursuit, but knelt on the ground again: "Mortarion, you bastard!"

"Enough, Mortarion~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Stop being obsessed!" The phantom of Sanguinius appeared on the battlefield, he softly persuaded Mortarion: "Go back, the empire needs you , we need you too!"

"No!" Mortarion shook his head violently: "I won't listen to you, you annoying eagle boy, do you want me to go back and humiliate me with your beautiful wings? In front of everyone, including my father? I tell you, never! I will not go back to that dictator, I will bring freedom and democracy to the entire universe, in the name of a loving father!"

After speaking, Mortarion flew out a distance, and then concentrated all his strength to draw a space-time crack, the demon primarch signaled his children to retreat immediately, and shouted at Sanguinius: "If you have the ability, just go with me to the realm of the loving father to fight in an upright manner. Here, relying on strength to suppress and win me, what kind of ability do you have, Sanguinius, do you have the kind? Or are you worried that you will be like a Dutchman? Russ was beaten by me as well? Come over to me if you have one! Let's go to the Plague Star and have a good fight!"

"Stop, Mortarion, you will be caught in the turbulence of the giant warp storm!" Sanguinius shouted anxiously.

"Enough, go with this bastard, I'm real..." Fulgan signaled to Sanguinius to stop shouting, the Emperor's Son Primarch was completely exhausted today, and he felt like he was about to faint, but he No, because he still has work to do.

Mortarion rushed into the space-time rift without hesitation, the death shrouds retreated collectively, and finally Typhons, who ate a ray from the engine of the lizardmen gods, forcibly followed his genetic father to escape. .

With Mortarion fleeing, the battlefield was in disarray.

But today, above the ruins of Costantinier, all will witness one thing.

Phoenix Rise.