"I won't allow you to hurt the legion commander!" At the moment Fulgrim was about to despair, a cowardly but brave voice echoed on the battlefield.

Fulgrim opened his eyes wide.

It's a halfling harpy!

The brave halfling actually broke through the death shroud's blockade under unknown circumstances and appeared behind Mortarion.

The short halfling's strength was only at the peak of the legend. He didn't know magic, and his wrist strength was indescribably strong. But he appeared, and Habibi was trembling under Mortarion's power. However, he put the weapon in his hand

The elf sword was pointed directly behind the demon primarch, like a hen guarding her young in front of an eagle, terrified, but still brave and fearless!

Mortarion looked angry and extremely contemptuous of this. He was even more excited than when Fulgrim was sarcastic. The demon primarch waved the Plague Scythe vigorously, and the respirator alarm and his voice sounded one after another: "

Just you? Just a dwarf like you, are you worthy of challenging me? What am I? I am the Lord of the Fourteenth Legion, I am the fatherly Daemon Primarch, I am the fighter of the people! Even you want to challenge me

I?"

"Habi doesn't know that much!" The elf sword in the halfling's hand pierced Mortarion's defense circle and shattered into pieces like glass. But Habi was not surprised at all. The halfling's

The voice was decisive and resolute: "Habi only knows that the commander of the army has brought Habi glory. He has always treated Habi sincerely. Habi is willing to die for him, yes!"

"For that autocratic tyrant? For his pale lies?!" Mortarion was furious, and it easily swung the Plague Scythe and swept it lightly.

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

Even the dwarves' soft mithril armor couldn't stop Mortarion's Plague Scythe.

And Habi seemed to know his own ending. At the last moment of his life, the halfling turned his attention to his beloved legion commander and showed a big smile.

"No! Harpy... no!" Fulgrim tried hard to stand up, but he was too injured. As soon as he stood up, he immediately knelt on the ground. The original body of the Emperor's Son could only look at the captain of his scout team.

Death at the hands of his own brother: "No... this shouldn't be... you should go back to Mutt and enjoy the rest of your life..."

Big drops of the original's blood fell to the ground. Fulgrim used Sotek's spear to support himself. He suddenly felt pain in his chest, very painful.

"Habi is very happy to follow the Legion Commander! Because the price given by the Legion Commander is very suitable!"

"Legion Commander, you are such a good person! Those annoying Imperial people all use Hapi as a tool, but you are the only one who really respects Habi!"

"Habi is here. Habi has completed his mission and stole the Ancient Holy Slate and the secret treasure for Lord Fulgen! How will Lord Fulgen reward Habi?"

"Habi's ideal? I just want to go back to Mutt to get married after finishing this job. The windmills, fields and pies there are where Hubby's home is."

Is this the feeling Guilliman experienced on the Emperor's Pride?

The halfling was cut into two pieces together with his body and his cauldron.

The halfling cauldron bomb exploded, and the extremely high temperature and strong adhesion of the burning sticky substance caused Mortarion to encounter a little trouble. But in addition to the physical trouble, the greater blow came from the mind. The demon primarch was hysterical.

Roared: "Why? Why would you have someone willing to die for you? Why? He is obviously your tool, but he has just become a stepping stone for your ambition!"

"This is you, Mortarion, who surrenders to the evil of the warp, while crying, cursing and hating psykers, while constantly preaching that all loyalty is false, and at the same time speaking from the heart

yearning for love and loyalty while claiming that

His tenacity and will were unmatched, yet he succumbed to the threat of disease and corruption and begged Nurgle for mercy." Fulgrim's face burned with hatred, and the Emperor's Son Primarch said sarcastically: "

You will never understand the meaning of sacrifice and love, ever."

"I don't need to understand, I just need to know that I, Mortarion, am the democratic fighter of the galaxy, the symbol of freedom and democracy and the hope of hundreds of trillions of humans who are enslaved and exploited by the Carrion Emperor!" Mortarion was furious!

Continue your attack!

A blue light flashed across the sky.

At first, Fulgrim and Mortarion didn't pay attention. Fulgrim, who was seriously injured, wanted to stand up and fight the enemy, but he was almost out of strength. Fulgrim knew that if this continued in a few rounds, he would be completely defeated.

Mortarion raised his Plague Scythe again, and it seemed that Fulgrim's defeat was inevitable.

The blue ball of light fell rapidly. At the moment when Mortarion's war scythe approached Fulgrim, the ball of light stopped in front of Fulgrim, and a pale sharp blade blocked Mortarion's plague war scythe.

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

A blue beam of light enveloped the visitor. Surrounded by large waves of subspace energy, blue flames swirled and danced around the visitor. In the cold and gloomy aura, some kind of supreme existence descended, and it spit out

In one breath, the hot Lustria became as cold as Nagaros, distant, cold, and dead.

The Supreme Being emerged from the flames.

This is a person who wears fire as his robe and soul stone as his crown. His whole body is purple and inlaid with ancient runes. His face is cruel and cold, masculine and feminine. He has the beauty of both, sharing the bravery of a warrior and the strategy of a wise man.

His figure flickers like a ghost, with one hand holding the symbol representing the eternal soul, and the other hand holding the Sword of Ten Thousand Souls.

The supreme being looked at the demon primarch coldly, spitting out an ancient Eldar symbol from his mouth, and the divine power filled with the breath of death and the power of cold and freezing instantly enveloped Mortarion.

The original powerful plague and corrupt spiritual energy of the demonic primarch actually began to dissolve in the face of the supreme being. If the power of Nurgle means endless corruption and the balance formed in rebirth, then the power of this supreme being means

Complete death and another form of transformation made Mortarion extremely unhappy. Almost in an instant, he immediately waved the Plague Scythe and started fighting with the comer!

"That's..." Fulgrim put one hand on the ground, still trying to stand up. The Emperor's Son tried to gather his strength: "That seems to be..."

Two people suddenly appeared next to the original body of the Emperor's Son. They were dressed in strange costumes, one on the left and one on the right, protecting the injured Fulgrim.

A warrior is covered in red armor. He wears a red pointed-winged helmet with a sky-blue cape swaying behind him. He holds the legendary Asu'val, the Howling Sword in his hand.

The other one is more like a prophet than a warrior. She wears a tight-fitting rune suit with red top and black bottom and a crimson floor-length skirt. She holds the Sword of Eternal Mourning in her hand. Her face is fierce, cold and cruel, but she also has a unique wild beauty.

What's strange is that her hair, which is white on both sides, is cleanly shaved. Only the long hair on the top and back of her head is raised up into a braid and fixed with a semicircular eight-pointed headdress.

"It's you!" Fulgrim finally recognized the identities of the trio. The Emperor's Sons Primarch was very surprised: "Why are you here?"

The incarnation of the Eldar God of Death, Yinkarn!

The Eldar Death God’s Chosen One, Inani!

The Eldar Death Champion, Thousand Faces!

"The Imperium of Man, allies, and the Army of Death, come at the request of the reborn Carrion God. We attack immediately, not for revenge—but in pursuit of a light that only appears when all other hope fades."

Death Champion Thousand Faces said calmly, and then

He joined the battle, and the Death Shrouds rushed up and fought with the Death God Champion. After the Death Shrouds traveled a long distance and were baptized by subspace storms, coupled with the sluggish state of local suppression, Qianmen Mian immediately gained the advantage in the battle and

Killed two of Mortarion's personal guards in succession.

"Your father and brothers want to come and rescue you, but our great enemy has sealed the passage. Only the power of Jena can allow us to reach here through the webway." Inani, the God of Death, spoke, Eldar

The young lady's voice was also very cold. She glanced disdainfully at the defeated and proud purple and gold rooster, then opened the folding fan and said, "Thank you brother."

"It's unimaginable. Is it... Guilliman?" Fulgrim covered the wound with his hand, gasping for air: "It's really... this person..."

"If he hadn't taken the initiative to come to me and put down his dignity as the imperial regent in a world of ice and snow to beg me, we wouldn't have agreed to come here." The little civet at Inani's feet meowed, and Inani chuckled.

He softly recited a prophecy: "One phoenix is ​​about to fall, and another phoenix is ​​about to rise."

Fulgrim noticed that Inani seemed a little uncomfortable talking about Guilliman, and she covered her face with a fan.

Ha~ interesting.

"At least now, our destinies are closely linked!" Inani noticed the change in Fulgen's expression, and quickly raised her old woman's sword - the Sword of Eternal Mourning, to protect Fulgen behind her and deal with the oncoming attackers.

Death Shroud: "In addition to these, we also brought a gift. You have a special delivery, the former Demon Prince of Slaanesh."

Before Fulgrim could ask any more questions, a mournful groan could be heard coming from the battlefield where Mortarion and the incarnation of death were fighting. Inkarn was looming in the cold air of death.

All the dead souls around are rushing towards the incarnation of the God of Death and becoming part of its power. Yinkarn flashes back and forth on the battlefield, a silver light and a golden light, turning into icy snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Mortarion took his time. The more fierce the attack of the incarnation of death, the calmer he became. The demon primarch continued to neutralize the offensive of the incarnation of death. As the giant scythe danced wildly, one defensive counterattack after another was extremely fierce.

, and even more so that the incarnation of Death can only use flash to constantly avoid the edge of the demonic original body!

"Only you, a fragment of a fallen racial god, are trying to defeat me?" The scythe of plague in Mortarion's hand clashed with the sword of souls incarnated by the god of death. The unparalleled power of both sides made the ground tremble.

.

However, after all, Mortarion was superior in strength and endurance. The tenacious demon primarch gradually pushed the incarnation of death away, and then used the long handle to hit Inkarn directly on the chest. The incarnation of death was hit hard on the chest.

Pieces of pale blue sparks exploded, and even something similar to glass was shattered, leaving a lot of debris. He staggered back, and just as he was about to flash, Mortarion immediately raised his other hand and fiercely

Blow the head of the incarnation of Death.

"Ugh!" The incarnation of Death was hit by this blow and spun rapidly in the air like a top. Finally, when Mortarion's war scythe fell, he reluctantly activated Flash and fled immediately.

As Fulgrim held his wound, the Primarch of the Emperor's Son thought that this incarnation of the Eldar Death was weaker than imagined.

The incarnation of Death flashed behind Mortarion in an instant. His eyes flashed, and his spiritual power was activated. All the souls of the undead and subspace energy on the surrounding battlefield surged towards Inkarn.

Then, a blue pillar of flame struck Mortarion directly from behind.

A wave of flames with concentrated energy hit the back of the demonic original body. This was the power of Jena, the Eldar God of Death!

Mortarion immediately turned around and once again wrapped his wings around himself, making a defensive gesture.

Absolute defensive circle!

The light became more and more violent and intense, bombarding Mortarion's absolute defense circle. The incarnation of Death increased its intensity, and Mortarion also used all his power. Dense cracks appeared again on the absolute defense circle. Both sides

Begin the confrontation with all your might!

Fulgrim wanted to join the fight, but he had no choice but to kneel on one knee to recover as quickly as possible.

In the end, Mortarion's powerful recovery ability, famous tenacity and constant psychic energy won the victory again.

The power of the incarnation of Death was almost exhausted, and it was unable to break through Mortarion's absolute defense circle.
To be continued...