The Fall of Septicemia in the Plague War!

On another battlefield of Parmenion.

Rumble—

A deafening roar erupted.

A decayed greatsword wreathed in strands of Green Poisonous Fog suddenly swept through the air and crashed heavily against Fulgrim's Sonic Sword.

It was a powerful blow from Septicemia, Nurgle's Greater Demon.

Even Fulgrim, who had swiftly raised his weapon to block, could not help taking several steps back. His Mag-boots, slick with blood and mucus, even sank deeply into the ground!

"Oh, you can still hold on? What a pity. You are nothing but an empty Flesh and Blood Shell. You should have let that damned Robert Guilliman face me!"

At that moment, Septicemia, Nurgle's Greater Demon, slowly advanced while trampling over the shattered corpses of several Astartes, his deep voice dripping with mockery beside Fulgrim's ear.

Fulgrim, gritting his teeth as he desperately wrestled against the decayed greatsword, did not answer.

The next second, one of his massive hands quickly reached behind his Purple-Gold Power Armor.

A vial of Emperor's Blood, radiating a faint golden glow, appeared in Fulgrim's palm!

Bang!

The power of the Emperor's Blood seemed to have temporarily filled Septicemia, Nurgle's Greater Demon, with profound apprehension.

He swiftly swung a huge green hand covered in festering pustules and sent Fulgrim flying with a single slap!

As Fulgrim's purple-gold helmet shattered by more than half, he struggled to steady his enormous body in midair while thick blood sprayed from his mouth and nose!

At that moment, Deadpool, who had been ambushed by Septicemia, Nurgle's Greater Demon, not long ago and brutally split in half by the decayed greatsword, forced himself to prop up his upper body.

With his thoughts in disarray, he called out in a low voice to the Nurgle Greater Demon that was slowly stalking toward Fulgrim:

"Hey! My fat, big-eared brother, look at