Mortarion tried to get up from the ground, but the iron chains made by Lorgar using spells tied him tightly, and he would be unable to break free for a while.
"Wait! You can't! You fucking can't!"
Mortarion's angry shouting had no effect. Magnus, Fulgrim, and Lorgar sang in unison, satisfying Nurgle's holy number three.
The appeal of Primarchs is indeed astonishing. Even if there is no corruption to support it, Warp Rift is still huge.
But what came out of the crack was not Nurgle's devil, but just some pulpy and smelly rotten matter.
Other types of demons jumped out of the gap, and Leman Russ stepped forward with an axe, killing them all to avoid affecting the demon-ascension ceremony.
Mortarion roared, he was controlled by the spiritual energy of the three brothers, like a broken piece of steamed bun, used to dip the remaining vegetable soup on the plate.
Puff puff puff...
More and more filth is hanging on Mortarion's body, and soon Primarchs's body will no longer be visible.
As time goes by, the soft and loose rotten matter gradually dries and hardens, wrapping Mortarion inside like an eggshell.
"Okay, there will be no problem." Magnus wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mortarion's struggle was really fierce. If there were not three Primarchss working together, he would not be able to make Mortarion submit obediently.
"Are you sure Mortarion won't point the finger at us after becoming a demon? He looked very angry just now. It reminded me of Angron."
"Angron didn't come, but what about World Eaters? Where did they go? They can't all be dead, right?"
Leman Russ shook his head, knowing nothing about Magnus's problem. Perhaps only the Emperor and Subjective One knew the whereabouts of World Eaters.
While the brothers were talking, the eggshell made of rotten matter cracked.
The first thing that emerged was an unspeakable stench. Magnus raised his shield and saved his nose.
Then there was a pale fleshy wing that looked bloated and soft. There were no feathers on it, and there were only holes of different sizes, making people doubt whether this kind of wing could support the need for flight.
When the eggshell is completely broken, the full picture of Mortarion is revealed.
He holds a huge scythe, steps on boundless poisonous clouds, and is covered in supernatural flies that can block bullets.
"You... what on earth have you done!" Mortarion roared angrily as soon as he came out, "I finally accepted the fact that I was cleared. Are you going to let me go back to the old path again?"
"Calm down my brother, he knows what we are doing the Emperor."
"Damn pragmatist... I'm not fighting! I'm going home!"
Seeing Mortarion stomping his feet and spitting venom, Magnus had no choice but to use his spiritual power to change his body shape, turning into the one-eyed Crimson King.
"Look brother, I have become a demon too. You are not alone."
"I don't need your comfort! Wizard!"
Seeing that Mortarion refused to take any advice, Magnus had no choice. Leman Russ came over and whispered in his ear, "Ignore him and let him vent for a while. The more you pay attention to him, the more energetic he will be."
Sure enough, after Primarchss remained silent and avoided Mortarion's complaints, the Lord of Death gradually became quiet. He sighed and said, "It doesn't matter... I have never been able to control my own destiny... What do you want me to do next?"
"It's not what we want you to do, it's Subjective One..."
Before Magnus could finish speaking, Mortarion disappeared out of thin air.
The next moment, Mortarion came to the depths of Throne Room, and the deteriorated gray-white Adeptus Custodes rushed towards him with a spear and halberd raised.
At this moment, an inexplicable thought urged him to raise his gun and shoot, instead of rushing over and chopping up the degraded Adeptus Custodess with a sickle.
The pistol named Lantern was raised, aiming not at the Adeptus Custodes closest to Mortarion, but at the one on the edge of his extreme shooting range.
Why would I act like this?
Before Mortarion could figure this out, Lantern opened fire and accurately hit Adeptus Custodes in the distance.
Then a strange phenomenon occurred. All enemies on the shooting line were attacked, as if Mortarion was holding a laser cannon with extremely strong penetration.
After knocking down dozens of degraded Adeptus Custodess with one shot, Mortarion fluttered its wings and flew away. Silence was so huge that even a knight would be chopped down like wheat, let alone Adeptus Custodes.
It was a sweeping blow, but it felt that this blow was more like seven consecutive cuts, which was unreal. The approaching Adeptus Custodes was finely chopped into pieces, and the even bigger Adeptus Custodes Dreadnought also fell to the ground.
As the battle lasted, the effect of Mortarion's corruption halo became more and more obvious. Everything, including the palace itself, was decaying and disintegrating, and the dissolved liquid of deteriorated Adeptus Custodes was constantly being fanned out by Mortarion's wings, creating layers of ripples.
Mortarion was surprised by his fighting power. If he had replaced his previous demon body, it would be possible to destroy these Adeptus Custodes, but it would never be so easy and simple.
While thinking, Mortarion looked up at the dome and recalled what Magnus said to him just now.
Subjective One thinks you are very strong...
"This is nonsense!" Tzeentch slapped the table angrily and roared, "Why is Mortarion not dead after being attacked so many times? You must have cheated!"
"Cheating? I didn't. This is the attribute of his unit. This is a feature of the game. If you don't like it, don't play it." Lin Fan picked his nose, not caring about Tzeentch's anger.
"How is this possible? My hits and damage were both successful!"
"Yes, the throw was successful. But it is like this. Daemon Primarch Mortarion has high toughness, high blood volume, and high special protection. It is very reasonable to have such a record."
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, showing deep contempt for Tzeentch's ignorance.
Just kidding, Mortarion is a numerical monster that can account for 490 points for one unit. If it were a 2000-point battle, Mortarion alone would be able to defeat a quarter of the entire army. Do you think he is not strong?
8 toughness, 4 special protection, 18 health.
Unit capacity: Disgusting Resilience, Abhorrent Resilience.
Among them, toughness is equivalent to rough skin and thick flesh. After the attack is thrown, a damage dice needs to be thrown, which is equivalent to the concept of a bullet penetrating the skin and damaging the flesh.
Special protection is a special defense, and the settlement is different depending on the value and rules. However, the 4 special protections of Mortarion can block half of the attacks that successfully cause damage.
The last thing is the blood volume, 18 blood is terrifying. Even Land Raider and Stormraven Gunship are not as thick as Mortarion.
Disgusting Resilience can ignore some damage with probability, and Abhorrent Resilience can reduce the damage received by one.