Chapter 446 Prince of Darkness: Lord of Plague, come and fight me if you can!
Bang——
A strange witchcraft trap broke out instantly, and the poisonous mist enveloped Guilliman.
It lost 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.
Mortarion 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 briefly malfunctioned under this poison.
Mortalion spread his wings like moths, and his attacks became more fierce each time, constantly bursting out different poisonous liquids. Each attack caused fluctuations in the subspace.
The surrounding land has suffered deeper erosion, and mycelium has grown wantonly.
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I am the most powerful creation of reality and subspace, and you are just an outdated species left over from the past. Poor dying gods "
"Traitor, you have no honor at all"
Guilliman struggled to resist, with traces of vicious witchcraft and venom all over his body, and there was no room for breathing. .
“Yes, you are 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 Corruption Network gave the Death Lord too much power, that is, a large number of human souls The evil energy brought about by decay.
There is no way that the flesh and blood of the Imperial Regent can match him.
Guilliman fell to the ground in a panic, 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.
"My lord!"
The Ultramarines watched helplessly as their genetic father fell. They desperately tried to rush over to rescue him, but were blocked by the defense line built by the Death Guard.
An even fiercer battle broke out between them.
"There is no need to be impulsive, we have to handle our own battle."
Felix's body tensed up, and he struggled to spit out the words through clenched teeth: "The original body has not failed, he can continue to fight!"< br>
The Acolyte kept the situation under control so that the Ultramarines would not lose the battle because they were too worried about the Primarch.
He realized that even if people like him passed by, they would not be of much help and would only increase casualties.
Furthermore, he firmly believed that the original body 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 awakening of the original body to the pilgrimage to Holy Terra, the Indomitable Crusade to the current 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.
On one or two occasions, Felix might still be anxious and nervous, and his heart would feel like a knife.
But so many times, he had long since become desensitized.
This is the normal situation.
If Ron were here, he might shout that the Imperial Regent is warming up!
It is normal to fall down, but it would be 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.
Dang-dang-dang——
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.
Mortarion is extremely excited. The opportunity he has been waiting for for thousands of years has finally arrived. The great plan he has been brewing has reached its harvest moment!
"Stop struggling in vain, you cannot break free."
Mortalion stepped on the chest of the imperial regent and added another vicious witchcraft: "Your pain is just A beginning, savor it.
My brother, you will watch everything you cherish 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 in this way can the corrupt network be fully activated and drag Ultramar into the abyss.
Mortarion contacted Ku'gas and released a Corruption Fly to retrieve the Divine Plague.
He gave Guilliman a hard blow: "Wait patiently, brother, the gift I carefully prepared for you will arrive soon.
Your soul and Ultramar are still there Trillions of human beings among them will fall into the hands of the loving father and usher in the rebirth of corruption.”
"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.
Mortarion 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! "
The plan that has been prepared for thousands of years is destroyed at the moment closest to success. No one can withstand this.
"Mortarion, you have failed! "
Guilliman realized something and suddenly tore off the mycelium. The alchemical shrapnel erupted from the Hand of Control exploded and covered the Death Lord's body.
He had to raise his hands. Protect your eyes
But this also gave the Imperial Regent a chance to break free and breathe.
The flames of the Emperor's Sword burned the hyphae, and Guilliman took the opportunity to retreat and distance himself, to prevent himself from fighting hastily.
Mortalion cleared his blind eyes, and his anger had reached its limit: "Idiot, I will kill you and trample you under my feet again!"
I don’t know about the divine plague and the artifact. The only way to avoid losing everything is to defeat the Imperial Regent.
Otherwise, no matter how kind a loving father is, he will still punish him.
What's more, the opponent has already lost most of its combat effectiveness under his own venom.
However, when Lord Death saw what was happening on the other side, he was stunned.
Not far away, Guilliman took out a bottle of potion and drank it, purifying the plague toxin on his body.
He seemed to think it was not enough, so he drank another potion, and the mental and physical trauma was recovering.
All damage caused by previous attacks is dispelled.
"You have no chance."
After Guilliman drank the purification potion and the universal elixir, his body quickly recovered to its peak. He felt that his whole body was clear, and even some hidden wounds were gone.
This is the material given to me by the good brother and savior.
Not only that, his commanding hand is loaded with a batch of special ammunition.
The previous attack of the witchcraft trap was too sudden, leaving him no chance to breathe and fight back. But now it is different, he will never lose!
"If I can knock you down once, I can do it a second time."
Mortalion suddenly waved his scythe and released another witchcraft. An overwhelming swarm of flies came carrying a thick fog of plague poison. .
It was one of the most vicious plagues he ever created, enough to defeat the Imperial Regency once again.
The poisonous mist darkens the air.
In an instant, Guilliman's electronic eyepiece emitted warning runes.
There was no room to dodge such a large-scale attack, and not even the force field of the Armor of Destiny could withstand the plague.
However, he did not dodge at all, he just raised his hand of control.
Bang——
A miniature sacred ashes bomb flew out, and the burst of light covered the flies, turning them into ashes.
As the ashes fell, the area between the Death Lord and the Imperial Regent emptied out, and the putrid air turned into the smell of candlelight and incense.
Molita'an's pupils trembled, and the giant scythe plunged into the ground, gathering all the evil energy to release more corrupting witchcraft:
"This is the real corrupting attack, die!"< br>
The evil roar spread throughout the space.
However, Guilliman raised his hand and fired another shot, all the corrupting witchcraft was wiped out, and the overflowing holy energy burned the Death Lord's skin.
“How is this possible, you also have such a cursed weapon?!”
Mortalion was stunned. The corrupting sorcery he was so proud of seemed to have lost its effect.
Then, the pattering rain fell and slapped his body, making him look particularly desolate.
That was not ordinary rain, but the purifying agent sprayed from the jet device of the Imperial Regent's Hand, which purified the death lord's body from the plague on a large scale.
Even the Nurglings surrounding him melted in the screams.
Broken, I’m restrained!
The plague was constantly being purified, and the Death Lord was shaking with anger. He could clearly feel that his strength had been weakened.
Before his vision recovered from the dazzling light, the fatal sword light struck.
He awkwardly avoided the slashing attack, but failed to dodge the big fist that followed.
Mortalion was severely knocked away and fell into the muddy water of the ruins. He was covered in mud and lost his original pride.
As soon as he got up and used witchcraft subconsciously, his face was smeared by miniature sacred ashes.
The death lord seemed to have been hit hard suddenly and fell down again, feeling the strong fatherly love deeply.
The hood on Mortarion's head was burned off, and his face was black.
He grabbed the scythe tightly, broke through the defense and roared: "Guilliman, don't use these disgusting tricks!"
"Your wizard tricks are quite good, is it normal for me to return the favor?" "
Guilliman sneered, and with the interference of micro-ash bombs and purification potions, he fought with Mortarion.
He hit the opponent with critical strikes again and again, covering them with holy energy bombardment. When he had time, he drank some purification potions and panacea to restore his condition. "This is unfair..."
Mortalion was hit again, his moth-like wings became tattered, and his voice was hoarse: "You have no honor at all!"
He did not realize at all that this was what the Imperial Regent had just accused him of. Magic always works against magic.
Guilliman no longer cares about honor, his body is trembling with excitement, this is the most enjoyable battle he has ever fought.
This is the krypton gold warrior that Brother Ron calls, restraint, crushing and fire coverage, it feels so wonderful!
But he soon felt a little sad again, why he didn't have such a weapon before.
All the previous hardships were in vain, otherwise those despicable curses and witchcraft sneak attacks would have been solved with a single shot of the sacred weapon.
All honor duels and charges are ineffective, and the right way is to clear the ground with artillery fire.
First bomb the battlefield, clean up the battlefield, and then pursue and execute the enemy.
Guilliman understood, as if the door to a new world had opened.
He decided to get more similar weapon support from the Ron brothers after he went back. That would be the real battle!
After the Imperial Regent chopped off Mortarion's arm.
The guy fled back to the subspace like a bereaved dog, not even bothering to take away his witchcraft weapon and precious Silent Scythe.
He was extremely frightened, knowing that this would continue.
He will fall into eternal death under the damage of the Holy Ash Bomb and the Emperor's Sword.
When the Death Guards discovered that their genetic father had escaped without taking them with him, they were immediately confused and suffered more casualties.
Soon, they dispersed.
As soon as the battle ended, the champions of the Ultramarines Guards rushed over carrying stretchers as usual.
I want to send my genetic father to the medical room as quickly as possible.
"I'm fine, I can continue to fight."
Guilliman refused the pharmacist's request for treatment with a firm face and a strong voice.
He was indeed fine, and he drank several bottles of the universal elixir, which was a bit over the top.
Afterwards, the regent led his troops towards the area where another Nurgle Demon was located, and the area was covered with artillery fire from sacred weapons.
"This is war..."
Not long after, Guilliman looked at the fallen Nurgle and sighed softly.
But I can’t help but feel a little distressed. This time I spent most of the high-end supplies I saved.
"In such an important war, it is worthwhile to spend more resources."
The imperial regent comforted himself, without realizing that his own values had become extreme and turned against him. They have gone the way of indiscriminate bombing and artillery fire.
And it seems to be more radical than the savior.
Imperial Regent, never fall again!
As the Death Lord fled, Kugas was seriously injured and left under the attack of the Dread Legion, and the Nurgle armies on West Star began to retreat.
The Nurgle fleet in the airspace left the galaxy as quickly as possible.
This was a series of chain reactions, and even the Nurgle armies in other areas of Ultramar began to withdraw from the Scourge Stars.
The great cause has been thwarted, and they have lost their advantage. If they stay, they will only be annihilated.
On the battlefield of West Star.
The soldiers cheered in victory, they ushered in the victory of this war!
Looking at the cheering scene, Guilliman couldn't help but feel relieved.
He and his brothers defeated Nurgle's army and thwarted the enemy's conspiracy. Ultramar is now safe.
When he thought about the Divine Plague, he couldn't help but have a little doubt.
Who destroyed the Divine Plague? His brother Ron seemed not to have participated in the war in the hidden space.
"Emperor..."
Suddenly, the think tanks on the battlefield all looked to the sky, with unspeakable fear in their eyes.
They felt that corrupt energy was gathering, and an unknown and terrifying sight was projected onto this planet, which was so inviolable and indestructible.
Even Guilliman and the soldiers felt the changes, and their bodies showed physiological rejection.
That is the gaze of the Chaos God.
There is only one thought in everyone's mind, something terrible is coming!
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Chaos hidden space.
The dark plasma high-temperature furnace is burning.
The fierce flames caused Nurgle's cauldron to boil more and more, and the liquid became concentrated again. The steaming poisonous mist crazily eroded the black stone barrier.
"It looks like it's almost finished."
Ron muttered, his demonic body covered with several special protective suits, far away from the cauldron.
He had some excitement.
As of now, no enemy has come to attack me, and everything is going surprisingly smoothly.
And according to the latest intelligence, the Imperial Regent has also defeated the Death Lord and expelled it from the planet, and other armies have also begun to retreat.
Now no one can interfere with the production of Divine 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, black machine oil guys are 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 one else to pray to.
You can’t pray to the Lord of Plagues, right?
Gradually, Ron discovered Diablo's name from the prayers of the black engine oil guys.
This is asking myself to bless you.
It’s not too outrageous, at least these black engine oil guys from the savior’s territory did not pray for the emperor’s blessing, otherwise the fun would be great.
Near the Cauldron of Nurgle.
"Okay, it will be okay soon, now is the most dangerous part."
The Everchanging Healer was extremely vigilant, and the mechanical tentacles steadily grabbed the blood of the twelve original bodies and the emperor's weak genes test tube box.
He slowly poured the blood into the concentrated medicine. The blood was swallowed up by the green light, and it seemed that there was no reaction at all.
But he knew that the catalyst had acted and change was brewing.
The All-Change Healer cut off the corroded mechanical tentacles, stepped back some distance, and waited patiently.
He knew that this plague would be more perfect than Kugas had expected.
The final reconciliation begins.
The concentrated medicinal liquid rolled in the cauldron, becoming more and more violent. The bubbles bubbled and burst, and the whole cauldron trembled, causing even more foul-smelling smoke.
The fly runes of the cauldron glowed in the flames, and an unnatural wind surrounded the cauldron, forming a vortex that grew higher and higher.
The vortex stirred the space, rising into the air, and rich darkness overflowed from it.
Something was attracted and came from the dark side, trying to spy on this masterpiece.
"What the hell, the loving father of Nurgle?"
Ron felt the familiar and terrifying aura, and he felt a little numb: "This is the real universe, he shouldn't be able to break into it. Enter this space? "
In the huge vortex above the cauldron, Nurgle's huge, rotten eyelids opened, and his yellow eyes looked down with excitement.
Because the news of the divine plague and the theft of the artifact had not yet reached the black room, Nurgle, who was resting in it, noticed the birth of the perfect plague work.
Following the traces of the artifact, he immediately cast his gaze.
Nurgle looked forward to the Plague and the corruption it would bring, which would bring the two Primarchs and Ultramar to his great cause.
He is already thinking about how to reward his first favorite Kugas, because the plague prepared by that favorite is better than imagined.
However, Nurgle was quickly stunned.
He did not see Kugas, and the scene in front of him was relatively unfamiliar. The person who prepared the plague was a priest with black technology.
That black technology priest's achievements in corruption are not weaker than Kugas? !
"What a good child, maybe I should take him under my command..."
Nurgle thought subconsciously.
But he reacted immediately and realized that his connection with the artifact had become weak, and it was more like being taken away.
The Plague Lord's perception is so vast that he received relevant news from the flies in an instant.
"My divine plague and artifacts were stolen?!"
Nurgle, who had suffered heavy losses, suddenly became furious, which also meant the failure of his great cause.
To put it simply, the Nurgle Garden Stud project has lost all its money!
His red eyes burst out with more coercion, and locked onto the culprit—the existence named the Prince of Darkness:
“It’s you, a weak demon, who dares to Blasphemy of the artifact!”
"Dear Lord of the Plague, these things were indeed done by me under the protection of Diavolo."
Facing the pressure of his loving father, Ron's body trembled, but he did not show any fear. , and did not forget to give Diavolo a wave of advertising.
Having done it, there is nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, He can’t jump out of the subspace and do what to him.
And not only did he want to steal the pot, but he also wanted to impress the goddess of life, so he was not afraid of itching because of the many lice.
Since you have offended, then you will die if you offend, and the result will be very different.
Such a good opportunity to gain traffic cannot be wasted. It is an unimaginable gain in faith and emotional energy.
Being able to make the Prince of Darkness and Diavolo known to everyone, they immediately went up.
Rather than being regarded as a second- or third-tier Chaos God.
Ron controlled the power of Diavolo, the dark side of the small sun, and projected an illusion into the subspace. In layman's terms, it was a live broadcast.
In an instant, many chaotic beings noticed this scene and paid close attention.
That is the Lord of Plague.
He seems to be angry at the powerful demon that appeared recently - the Prince of Darkness?
All the existences of Chaos are sweating, thinking that the Dark Prince will fall under the wrath of the Plague Lord. No one can withstand the wrath of a Chaos Evil God!
However, Ron looked at Nurgle’s big eyeballs and instead of being cowed, he stepped forward and explained what happened to the crowd:
“Lord of Plague, I will steal your magic cauldron. Do you have the ability to hit me?”
This caused an uproar among the chaotic beings who were watching: Shocked, Diavolo’s darling, the Prince of Darkness, confronts the Lord of Plague!
(End of this chapter)