This back-and-forth had created the myth of Mortarion's astonishing individual combat prowess.
Not to mention that he could use psychic abilities...
Oh, no. Digital Numerology skills.
A single Corrupt Miasma could reduce an enemy unit's accuracy by one point, making even the Adeptus Custodes, who in the lore never missed a shot, unable to land every bullet on Mortarion.
Some bullets even passed through the gaps in Mortarion's wings, which was far harder than aiming at bloated Mortarion himself.
Combined with Tzeentch's unfamiliarity with the rules and utter incompetence at controlling the pieces in battle, this allowed Mortarion to swim through the crowd for ages without suffering so much as a scratch.
If Mortarion had to be criticized, it was only that the miniature was too difficult to paint, and its overly complicated design made it inconvenient to carry.
And in the current version, the Death Guard had taken a massive hit. They had completely lost their former superhuman air and become a true shit legion, their win rate plunging straight into the sewers.
With a faction win rate below 40%, they joined the T'au Empire and the Space Dwarfs in occupying three of the bottom spots. If Lin Fan fought a real player, the instant Mortarion was given away for free, he could simply concede.
So who had the highest win rate?
The Aeldari, who looked down on all others with a 67% win rate, brutally beating down all the other stinking trash.
But fortunately... his opponent was Tzeentch, an ignorant and bewildered Tzeentch...
Ah... stomping newbies really was a wonderful thing. And he did not even need to explain anything or imagine the battle scenes. He only needed to sit quietly at the side and watch.
Lin Fan's smile was harder to suppress than an AK. The happier