Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Bang——

A strange witchcraft trap broke out instantly, and the poisonous mist enveloped Guilliman.

It lost its vision and perception, and the Armor of Destiny was also covered with a layer of corrosive black mycelium.

Guilliman swung the Emperor's Sword, burning the mist, but the giant scythe named "Nirvana" had already slashed at him, and he could only block it in a hurry.

He lost his balance under the huge blow.

Mortalion seized this opportunity, gripped the scythe, changed the angle, and struck hard. An ugly trace of poison was cut out of the breastplate of the Imperial Regent.

The Armor of Destiny also temporarily failed due to this poison.

Mortalion spread his wings like a moth, and his attacks became more fierce each time, constantly bursting out different poisonous liquids. Each attack caused fluctuations in the subspace.

The surrounding land was further eroded, and mycelium grew uncontrollably.

He sneered: "Although you have the weapons given by your father, you are still unable to compare with me.

I am the most powerful creation of reality and the warp, and you are nothing more than an outdated remnant of the past, a pitiful tool of a dying god. "

"Traitor, you have no honor at all!"

Guilliman resisted with difficulty. There were traces of vicious witchcraft and venom all over his body, and there was no room to breathe.

"Yes, you're right."

The Death Lord said, and then used witchcraft to detonate the plague venom on the Imperial Regent's body, and the illusory thorns that grew pierced into the opponent's body, emitting neurotoxins.

He knocked down the opponent hard: "You lost. You who tried to challenge me are not qualified after all!"

The corrupt network gave the Death Lord too much power, which was the evil energy brought by the decay of a large number of human souls.

There is simply no way that the flesh and blood body of the Imperial Regent can match it.

Guilliman fell to the ground in a state of disgrace, entangled in dense thorns of corruption. His body suffered from the pain caused by neurotoxins and fell into convulsions.

His mind was blurred, dirty blood dripped from his mouth and nose, and he could barely hold the Emperor's Sword.

The primarch fell.

"grown ups!"

The Ultramarines watched helplessly as their genetic father fell, and tried desperately to rush to rescue him, but were blocked by the defense line built by the Death Guard.

A fiercer fight broke out between them.

"No need to be impulsive, we have to deal with our own battles."

Felix's body tensed up, and he struggled to spit out the text through clenched teeth: "The original body has not failed yet, he can continue to fight!"

The Acolyte kept the situation under control, lest the Ultramarines become too worried about their Primarch and lose the battle.

He realized that even if people like him went over, they wouldn't be of much help and would only increase casualties.

Moreover, he firmly believed that the Primarch would not fail so easily.

Felix was different from other Ultramarines. As a squire, he had participated in too many wars with the Primarch.

From the primarch's awakening to the pilgrimage to Holy Terra, the Indomitus Crusade, and now the Plague War, there have been hundreds of battles, large and small.

Which time was it not extremely difficult, and which time did the original body not fall?

Get used to it.

Once or twice, Felix may still be anxious and nervous, and feel like a knife.

But so many times, he had long since become desensitized.

This is normal.

If Ron were here, he might even shout that the Imperial Regent is warming up!

It's normal to fall down, but it's strange not to fall down.

But gradually, Felix also panicked.

Something was different this time. The original body did not rise to fight as quickly as before, but fell into deeper pain.

He seemed unable to stand up again.

Dangdangdang——

There was a strange bell ringing inside Star West, which made all the Imperial soldiers feel inexplicable tremors, as if something terrible was about to happen.

And the corrupting evil energy in the planet is also unprecedentedly powerful.

That indicates that the Divine Plague is about to be completed.

Mortalion was extremely excited. The opportunity he had been waiting for for thousands of years finally arrived. The great plan he had brewed had come to fruition!

"Stop struggling in vain, you can't break free."

Mortalion stepped on the chest of the imperial regent and added another vicious witchcraft: "Your pain is just the beginning, savor it.

My brother, you will watch everything you hold dear fall into a great corrosive decay. "

He could kill this brother directly, but that would not be cost-effective. The Ultimate Primarch and the Imperial Regent should die in the correct way under the corrosion of the divine plague.

Only then can the corrupt network be fully activated and drag Ultramar into the abyss.

Mortarion contacted Cho'gas and released a Corruption Fly to retrieve the Plague.

He gave Guilliman a hard blow: "Wait patiently, brother, the gift I carefully prepared for you will arrive soon.

Your soul, Ultramar, and the trillions of humans within it will fall into the hands of a loving father and usher in a corrupt rebirth. "

"I... will never allow it."

Guilliman's eyes were red, and he struggled to tear at the unnatural mycelium on his body, but there was a trace of despair spreading in his heart.

But the next moment.

He saw the fear in the Death Lord's eyes.

Mortalion learned the news that Divine Plague was being blamed, and broke through at the peak of his life: "No, my Divine Plague...

Kugas, you have to get it back! "

No one can withstand the plan that has been prepared for thousands of years and is destroyed at the moment when it is closest to success.

"Mortalion, you are defeated!"

Guilliman realized something and suddenly tore off the mycelium. The alchemical shrapnel from the Hand of Domination exploded and covered the body of the Death Lord.

He had to raise his hands to protect his eyes.

But this also gave the Imperial Regent a chance to break free and breathe.

The flames of the Emperor's Sword burned the mycelium, and Guilliman took the opportunity to retreat and distance himself to avoid a hasty fight.

Mortarion cleared his blind eyes, and his anger had reached the limit: "Idiot, I will kill you and trample you under my feet again!"

The plague and the artifacts were nowhere to be found, and only by defeating the Imperial Regent would there be nothing to gain.

Otherwise, even if the father was merciful, he would punish him.

What's more, the opponent had lost most of his combat effectiveness under his venom.

However, the Death Lord was stunned when he saw the situation on the opposite side.

Not far away, Guilliman took out a bottle of potion and drank it, purifying the plague toxins in his body.

He seemed to feel that it was not enough, and drank another potion, recovering from his mental and physical injuries.

All the damage caused by the previous attack was dispelled.

"You have no chance."

After drinking the purification potion and the universal elixir, Guilliman's body quickly recovered to its peak, feeling transparent all over, and even some hidden injuries were gone.

These were the supplies given to him by his good brother and savior.

Not only that, his ruling hand was loaded with a batch of special ammunition.

The previous attack of the witchcraft trap was too sudden, which left him no chance to breathe and fight back. Now it is different, he will never lose!

"If I can knock you down once, I can have a second time."

Mortarion swung his sickle violently and released another witchcraft, and the overwhelming swarm of flies carrying thick plague fog attacked.

It was one of the most vicious plagues he made, enough to defeat the Imperial Regent again.

The poisonous fog made the air dim.

In an instant, Guilliman's electronic eyepiece issued a warning rune.

There was no room to dodge such a large-scale attack, and even the force field of the Armor of Destiny could not resist the plague.

However, he did not dodge at all, but just raised the Hand of Domination.

Bang——

A miniature sacred ash bomb flew out, and the light ball that burst out covered the swarm of flies, turning them into ashes.

The ashes fell, and the area between the Lord of Death and the Regent of the Empire was empty, and the rotten air turned into the smell of candlelight and incense.

Moritaan's pupils shook, and the giant scythe suddenly pierced the ground, gathering all the evil energy to release more corrupt witchcraft:

"This is the real corrupt attack, die!"

The evil whistle spread throughout the space.

However, Guilliman raised his hand and fired another shot, all the corrupt witchcraft was emptied, and the scattered sacred energy burned the skin of the Lord of Death.

"How is this possible, you also have such a cursed weapon?!"

Motarion was stunned, and the corrupt witchcraft that he was proud of seemed to have lost its effect.

Then, the drizzle of rain fell and hit his body, which looked particularly desolate.

That was not ordinary rain, but the purification potion sprayed out by the spray device of the Imperial Regent's Hand of Domination, which purified the plague on the body of the Death Lord on a large scale.

Even the Nurglings surrounding him melted in screams.

Damn, I'm restrained!

The plague was constantly purified, and the Death Lord was trembling with anger. He could clearly feel that his strength had been weakened.

Before his vision recovered from the dazzling light, the deadly sword light attacked.

He dodged the slash in a panic, but failed to avoid the big fist that followed.

Mortarion was hit hard and smashed into the muddy water of the ruins. He was covered in mud and lost his initial arrogance.

He just got up and used witchcraft subconsciously, and was hit in the face by the miniature sacred ashes.

The Death Lord seemed to be hit by a big slap suddenly, and fell down again, deeply feeling the strong fatherly love.

The hood on Mortarion's head was burned out, and his face was black.

He grabbed the scythe and roared through the defense: "Guilliman, don't use these disgusting tricks!"

"Your wizard tricks are pretty good, it's normal for me to return the favor, right?"

Guilliman sneered, and fought Mortarion with the interference of micro-ash bombs and purification potions.

He hit the opponent again and again, bombarded and covered with holy energy, and drank some purification potions and panaceas to recover.

"This is unfair..."

Motarion was hit again, and his moth-like wings became tattered, and his voice was hoarse: "You have no honor at all!"

He didn't realize that this was what the Imperial Regent had just accused him of. Magic is always effective against magic.

Guilliman didn't care about honor for a long time, and his body trembled with excitement. This was the most enjoyable battle he had ever fought.

This is what the Ron brothers said about the krypton gold warrior, restraint, crushing and firepower coverage, the feeling is so wonderful!

But he soon felt a little sad, why didn't he have such a weapon before.

All the sufferings in the past were in vain, otherwise, facing those despicable curses and witchcraft sneak attacks, a sacred weapon would have solved it.

Honor duels and charges are useless, artillery fire is the right way.

Bomb the battlefield first, clean up the battlefield, and then chase and execute the enemy.

Guilliman realized it, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

He decided to ask Brother Roan for more similar weapons support after he returned, that would be the real battle!

When the Imperial Regent cut off Mortarion's arm.

That guy fled back to the warp like a stray dog, not even taking his sorcery tools and his treasured Silent Scythe with him.

He was extremely terrified, knowing that if he continued like this.

He would fall into eternal death under the damage of the Holy Urn Bomb and the Emperor's Sword.

The Death Guards were stunned when they found that their Gene Father ran away without taking them with him, and suffered more casualties.

Soon, they scattered like birds and beasts.

As soon as the battle ended, the Ultramarines' personal guard champions rushed over with stretchers as usual.

They wanted to send their Gene Father to the medical room as quickly as possible.

"I'm fine, I can continue to fight."

Guilliman rejected the pharmacist's request for treatment with a firm face and full of energy.

He was indeed fine, and he had taken several bottles of universal elixir in a row, which was a bit too much.

After that, the regent led his troops to the area where another Nurgle demon was, and the artillery fire of the sacred weapon covered that area.

"This is war..."

Not long after, Guilliman looked at the fallen Nurgle demon and sighed softly.

But he couldn't help feeling a little distressed, because he spent most of the high-level materials he saved this time.

"In such an important war, it is worth spending more resources."

The imperial regent comforted himself, not realizing that his values ​​had gone to the extreme and went to the path of indiscriminate bombing and artillery fire.

And it seemed to be more radical than the savior.

The imperial regent will not fall again!

As the Lord of Death fled, Kugath was also seriously injured and left under the attack of the Legion of Terror, and the Nurgle troops on Wester began to retreat.

The Nurgle fleet in the airspace left the galaxy at the fastest speed.

This was a series of chain reactions, and even the Nurgle troops in other areas of Ultramar began to withdraw to the Scourge Stars.

The great cause was frustrated, and they also lost their advantage. If they stayed, they would only be annihilated.

On the battlefield of Wester Star.

The warriors cheered for victory, and they welcomed the victory of this war!

Guilliman looked at the cheering scene and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He and his brothers defeated Nurgle's army and thwarted the enemy's conspiracy. Ultramar was safe.

He thought of the plague and couldn't help but have a little doubt.

Who destroyed the plague? His brother Roan didn't seem to participate in the war in the hidden space.

"Emperor..."

Suddenly, the think tanks on the battlefield looked up at the sky, with unspeakable fear in their eyes.

They felt that the corrupt energy was gathering, and an unknown terrifying sight was projected onto this planet, which was so inviolable and unprofane.

Even Guilliman and the warriors felt the changes, and their bodies showed physiological rejection.

That was the gaze of the Chaos God.

Everyone had only one thought in their mind, something terrible was coming!

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Chaos Hidden Space

The dark plasma high-temperature furnace burned fiercely.

The flames made the Nurgle cauldron boil more and more, and the liquid medicine was concentrated again. The steaming toxic mist eroded the black stone barrier crazily.

"It seems that it will be completed soon."

Ron sullenly said, his demon body covered with several special protective suits, far away from the cauldron.

He was a little excited.

As far as it seems, no enemy has come to attack him, and everything is going unexpectedly smoothly.

And according to the latest intelligence, the Imperial Regent has also defeated the Lord of Death and driven him out of the planet, and other armies have begun to retreat.

Now no one can interfere with the production of the plague.

He did not urge or make any noise, so as not to affect the performance of the production staff.

In the open space next to it, the black oil guys were burning incense and holding a ceremony, chanting binary hymns, and praying for the blessing of the mechanical goddess.

Ron wanted to tell them that the mechanical goddess might not be able to control the production of the plague, but it seemed that there was no other object to pray to.

Can't we pray to the Lord of Plague?

Gradually, Ron discovered the name of Diablo from the prayers of the black oilers.

This is asking for his blessing.

It's not too far-fetched. At least these black oilers from the Savior's territory did not pray for the Emperor's blessing, otherwise it would be a lot of fun.

Near the Nurgle Cauldron.

"Okay, it's almost done. Now is the most dangerous part."

The All-Change Healer was extremely alert. The mechanical tentacles steadily grabbed the test tube box containing the blood of the twelve Primarchs and the weak genes of the Emperor.

He slowly poured the blood into the concentrated medicine. The blood was swallowed by the green light, and it seemed that there was no reaction.

But he knew that the catalyst had taken effect and changes were brewing.

The All-Change Healer cut off the corroded mechanical tentacles, retreated a distance, and waited patiently.

He knew that this plague would be more perfect than Kugath had expected before.

The final reconciliation began.

The concentrated liquid rolled in the cauldron, becoming more and more violent, gurgling bubbles rising and bursting, the whole cauldron trembling, causing even more foul-smelling smoke.

The fly runes of the cauldron glowed under the flames, and an unnatural wind surrounded the cauldron, forming a vortex that grew higher and higher.

The vortex stirred the space, rising to the sky, and thick darkness overflowed from it.

Something was attracted and came over from the other side of the darkness, trying to spy on this masterpiece.

"Fuck, Nurgle's father?"

Ron felt the familiar and terrifying breath, and he was a little numb: "This is the real universe, He shouldn't be able to break into this space?"

In the huge vortex above the cauldron, Nurgle's giant, rotten eyelids opened, and his yellow eyes looked down with excitement.

Since the news of the plague and the theft of the artifact had not yet reached the black house, Nurgle, who was resting in it, noticed the birth of the perfect plague work.

He followed the traces of the artifact and cast his eyes at the first time.

Nurgle was looking forward to the plague and the corruption brought by the plague. It would bring two primarchs and Ultramar to his great cause.

He was already thinking about how to reward the first favorite Kugath, because the plague prepared by that favorite was better than expected.

However, Nurgle was soon stunned.

He did not see Kugath, and the scene in front of him was unfamiliar. The one who concocted the plague was a black technical priest.

The black technical priest's achievements in corruption and erosion were not inferior to Kugath? !

"What a good kid, maybe I should take him under my command..."

Nurgle thought subconsciously.

But he immediately reacted and realized that his connection with the artifact had become weak, more like it was taken away.

The Lord of Plague's perception was so broad that he got the relevant news from the swarm of flies in an instant.

"My plague and artifact were stolen?!"

Nurgle, who suffered heavy losses, was furious, which also meant the failure of the great cause.

In short, the project that was equivalent to Nurgle's Garden Solitaire was a total loss!

His red eyes burst out with more pressure, and locked onto the culprit - the existence named Dark Prince:

"It is you, a weak demon, who dares to blaspheme the artifact!"

"Respected Lord of Plague, I did these things under the protection of Diablo."

Facing the pressure of his kind father, although his body trembled, he was not afraid at all, and he did not forget to advertise Diablo.

It's done, what is there to be afraid of, anyway, He can't jump out of the subspace to do anything to me.

And not only did he want to steal the pot, but he also wanted to bully the goddess of life, which was like a lice that didn't fear the itch.

Since he offended, he would offend him to death, and the result would be similar.

Such a good opportunity to get traffic should not be wasted, that is an unimaginable benefit of faith and emotional energy.

Being able to let the Dark Prince and Diablo be known to everyone, the status will go up directly.

Instead of being regarded as a second- or third-tier chaos god.

Ron controlled the power of Diablo, the dark side of the little sun, and projected an illusion into the subspace, which is a live broadcast in layman's terms.

In an instant, many Chaos beings noticed this scene and paid close attention.

That was the Lord of Plague.

He seemed to be angry at the powerful demon who had appeared recently, the Dark Prince?

All Chaos beings were sweating, thinking that the Dark Prince would fall under the wrath of the Lord of Plague. No one could withstand the wrath of a Chaos evil god!

However, Ron looked at Nurgle's big eyeballs, not only did he not cowardly, but he also A-ed up, and explained the course of events to the onlookers:

"Lord of Plague, I just stole your artifact pot, come and fight me if you have the guts?"

This caused an uproar among the Chaos beings who were watching: Shocked, Diablo's favorite, the Dark Prince, confronted the Lord of Plague!