Mortarion, Do You Need Help?

Mortarion charged savagely into the Xenos ranks, his scythe spinning rapidly in his hand, reaping Reaping of Xenos.

Kalas Typhon led a small contingent of elite Warrior, whom Mortarion named the Death Guard.

The Death Guard have followed Mortarion into the poisonous fog, repeatedly defeating the Xenos and securing victory.

The Death Guard charged into the lines torn open by Mortarion, using their scythes to attack the Xenos.

Most people stayed by the farmland, where they relied on food to survive.

In this impoverished world, food is something that must be defended with one's life.

"It's him!" cried the Xenos, whose skin was completely grayish-white and who lived in the mountains where the poison gas was most concentrated.

Mortarion led his followers to conquer several mountain fortresses controlled by Overlord.

The accounts brought by the fleeing members of their own kind are varied, but what they all have in common is that the Pale King's Death's Son possesses superhuman strength.

But there is only one Death's Son, yet he has an endless army of the undead.

The Overlord's commander issues orders to the captured humans and the transformed zombie army.

The common tactic of the Overlord is to use their Psionic Energy- modified human zombies to attack their enemies.

Weakening the enemy before launching a decisive attack.

This tactic is especially important when facing the Death's Son.

"Servant of the God of the Undead, stop him!"

Upon hearing the commander's order, a dozen or so Overlord wizards, their bodies shrouded in long robes, immediately raised their staffs.

A green light shot out from the tip of the staff, and the zombies' eyes lit up with an eerie glow as they staggered toward Mortarion and the Death Guard.

Green pus oozed from their bodies, which dripped onto the ground, stirring up a foul-smelling green fumes.

Mortarion swung his scythe fiercely, slashing horizontally at the waist.

He shouted to the Death Guard, "Prioritize the walkers!"

Once the walkers rush into the farmland, they will not only damage the crops but also pollute the land.

On Barbarus, arable land is already scarce, and if the land is polluted, countless people will starve to death.

The Death Guard clashed with the walkers, scythes swung, and severed limbs and rotting chunks of flesh clattered to the ground.

The Overlord charged menacingly at the militia, brandishing their weapons.

In the instant of the clash, the weapons in the hands of the militiamen were knocked away by the immense strength of the Overlord.

Mortarion swept his blade across, slaying more than a dozen zombies.

Even during the battle, he still had the energy to keep an eye on what was happening behind him.

Typhon and the other Death Guard wielded their scythes, hacking and slashing left and right, fiercely killing one zombie after another; the battle was progressing relatively smoothly.

But the militia were routed by the Overlord, with dozens killed in an instant, and hundreds more dying from the smell of the witchcraft gas.

After the war, hundreds or thousands of people will die, and others will be captured and turned into mindless zombies.

Damn it!

Despicable Xenos, despicable witchcraft!

Mortarion's eyes were filled with rage as he swung his scythe like a windmill, whipping up green smoke.

Sensing their master's rage, the Death Guard silently swung their scythes and charged at the undead.

The scythe split open the zombie's head, the blade slicing through its neck and chest.

Rotten flesh splattered everywhere, and pus and blood clung to the sickle.

The sickle hissed and snarled, growing heavier and heavier.

A Death Guard's scythe snapped near the hilt with a sharp sound.

The wood looked as if it had been buried in the wetlands for thousands of years, rotting and crumbling.

The scythe fell to the ground, and the zombies staggered toward him from both sides.

The Death Guard quickly held the scythe handle horizontally in front of him to block the zombies and retreated continuously.

The next instant, another Death Guard's blade bent and pierced the walker's head, getting stuck inside.

Two zombies charged at him; he released his scythe and retreated.

Another zombie burst out from the side and crashed into the Death Guard.

Just as he was about to catch the Death Guard, Typhon suddenly appeared from the side, wielding his scythe and cleaving the walker in two with a single blow.

Among the Barbarus, his scythe was the largest, though not as large as Mortarion's, but still much larger than the others.

Stay close to me!

Typhon roared in a low voice, freeing one hand to grasp the stuck scythe and forcefully cleaving the walker in two.

"Gather around me!" Mortarion coldly commanded. The number of walkers dispatched by the Overlord far exceeded his expectations.

Now they have no choice but to abandon the farmland and lead the Barbarus in retreat.

Typhon and his men immediately gathered at Mortarion, forming the blade of the "scythe" formation.

Mortarion swung his scythe, and the walkers fell to the ground in a flash. He then charged towards the farmland with the Death Guard.

The giant, striding forward, suddenly stopped.

His ears twitched as he looked up into the air.

In the distance, through the thick fog, a thousand meters above the ground, a large flying object was rapidly approaching.

It was larger than any bird known to the Mortarion, yet it did not flap its wings and fly like an ordinary bird.

Mortarion quickened his pace. Regardless of whether it was a new creation of the Overlord, it clearly did not belong to the enslaved humans.

Mortarion launched an attack on the Overlord and rescued the captured humans.

The Overlord wizards raised their staffs, their light enveloping the staggering corpses, and their sluggish steps immediately quickened slightly.

The undead charged relentlessly toward Mortarion and the Death Guard. Mortarion growled in a low voice as he heard the monster in the air falling.

He swung his scythe with lightning speed, cutting through the horde of corpses.

He swung his scythe, severing the Overlord's chest in half, while looking at what had landed on the ground.

It was a jet-black metal aircraft.

The moment the aircraft landed, a black-armored giant stepped out.

Mortarion discovered that the giant was taller than him; it was the first time he had ever seen a humanoid creature taller than himself.

A pair of golden wings spread out behind him, more dazzling than the brightest food Barbarus could see, the dim Sun.

His face was covered with a metallic mask of the same color.

"Do you need any help?" Nimrod asked. During the search for Mortarion, the Primarch had already Barbarus the minds of the Barbarus and mastered their language.

Before landing, he injected himself with a drug prepared by a "Biologist" and then carefully allowed the Necrodermis to spread to his face.

[Help?] Mortarion was taken aback and looked at the black-armored giant.

[They seem to be human.] Mortarion thought, as he saw several humans swaying and falling to the ground. He didn't have time to think about where they came from or what their purpose was, and quickly said.

Please help me.

"Okay," Nimrod replied, drawing the Plasma Gun his right hand while raising his left arm.

Beams flashed, and bombs roared.

Nimrod deliberately avoided the Overlord's head; the shimmering Spirituality light reminded him that this Xenos head was clearly an ingredient for a magic potion.

Adamantine Warhead struck the Overlord's chests, but failed to pierce their gray bodies.

A series of explosive bombs slammed into the same spot on the Overlord's body, and only after a continuous barrage of explosions did the Overlord's resilient body finally crumble.

Perturabo's plasma air gun, which he had crafted for him, fired a dazzling beam of light, blasting the Overlord in the abdomen.

The beam pierced straight through the Overlord's abdomen, and the green abdominal cavity burned within the energy beam.

Mortarion watched in astonishment as the black-armored giant swiftly killed the Overlord, even faster than he was, and several Xenos fell in the blink of an eye.

His gaze lingered on the weapon in the black-armored giant's hand.