Mortarion's Conspiracy!

Clang, clang, clang—

One Blight Grenade after another, launched from countless Blight Launchers, was blasted apart midair by humming Metal Ten Rings!

Countless plague miasmas and shattered fragments, terrifying to ordinary Astartes, rained down across the entire bridge like a violent storm.

Yet Rorschach, a Primarch, possessed Mortarion's inherited detoxification organs and airtight Vibranium Power Armor, leaving him utterly unafraid of such lethal toxins.

At that moment, vast amounts of pitch-black shadow had already coiled around his massive body.

Like an elusive Shadow Ghost, he darted and attacked among the bloated Blightlord Terminators!

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Each time the green-glowing Scythe of Blood cleaved down fiercely from midair,

any Blightlord Terminator attempting to counterattack with a Blight Flail or Power Scythe was sliced cleanly in two, like a hot knife through rancid butter!

Even these Nurgle followers, with their exceptionally tenacious life force, could not endure such horrific wounds.

Perhaps if Nurgle continued to bless them, they could revive on the spot, but the Chaos Gods of the Warp never made a losing deal.

Clank, clank, clank—

At that moment, Rorschach, his enormous body wreathed in black shadows, appeared with a thunderous crash and repeatedly swung the Scythe of Blood in his palm.

He forcibly severed the thick arms and legs of the last Blightlord Terminator still standing.

Then, pressing heavily down on the other's corrupted breastplate with a massive mag-boot, he asked in a deep voice,

"Tell me, why is your Death Guard's 6th Plague Company at the edge of Imperium Nihilus? Don't tell me you got lost in the Warp!"

"Hehehe... the Pale King will surely rejoice at the arrival of his Primarch Brother, and the great Lord of the Vanguard will avenge us! You are merely a lackey of the Corpse Emperor. How could you resist the