This back and forth created the myth of Mortarion's amazing individual combat effectiveness.
Not to mention that this guy can also cast psychic spells...
Oh, no. Digital Numerology skills.
One Corrupt Miasma can reduce the hit rate of the enemy unit by one point, which means that Adeptus Custodes, which has perfect shots and is not empty in the setting, cannot hit every bullet on Mortarion.
Some bullets even passed through the holes in the wings of Mortarion, which is much more difficult than aiming at the bloated Mortarion.
In addition, Tzeentch was unfamiliar with the rules and was really good at controlling chess pieces in combat, which allowed Mortarion to swim in the crowd for a long time without being hurt.
If I have to point out the problem with Mortarion, it is that the chess pieces are too difficult to paint and the shape is too complicated to carry.
Moreover, the current version of Death Guard has taken a big step forward. It has completely lost its previous superhuman demeanor and has become a real legion of shit. Its winning rate has dropped into the sewer.
The winning rate of the camp is less than 40%, and T'au Empire and Squats occupy the top three positions together. If Lin Fan fights against a real chess player, Mortarion can directly point-shoot in a free moment.
So who has the highest winning rate?
Aeldari, with a winning rate of 67%, stands out among the others and strengthens the other weaklings.
But fortunately... the person opposite him is Tzeentch, an ignorant and confused Tzeentch...
Oops... This torture of novices is probably a beautiful thing. And I don't need to explain it. I just have to imagine the battle scenes, just sit back and watch them quietly.
The corners of Lin Fan's mouth were harder to press than ak's. The happier he smiled, the deeper the aggrieved feeling in Tzeentch's heart.
But he couldn't say anything. After all, Lin Fan just said, "This Great Game is like this. You can play it or not. If you don't play, there are people who want to play it. I see that you are always disintegrating and melting. I'm afraid Khorne and Nurgle are coming out to grab the controller. You might as well give them two games and see how it goes..."
Do you want to take over for them?
This idea was rejected by Tzeentch as soon as it came up. He would never let others interfere with Great Game, which he had worked so hard to create.
If Khorne takes over, he will definitely let the whole army attack. Then he will go into battle and fight with Subjective One. After a few slaps, Khorne lay motionless under the table.
As for Nurgle... that damn fat guy Tzeentch is too lazy to think about it.
Tzeentch covered his forehead, took a puff of Warp cigar, relaxed his mind a little and said, "Come on, come on, keep going. You haven't hit the core area yet, this is not a qualitative victory."
Mortarion wiped out tens of thousands of Adeptus Custodes with one person, and a fatal gap suddenly appeared in Nuoda's Throne Room.
The Primarchss seized the opportunity and sent troops in, leaving no chance for the degraded Adeptus Custodess to fill the defense line.
Primarchss lead the way, and the legendary veterans follow closely behind. The eight immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers, and the Adeptus Custodess die as many as they come.
The battle was so fierce that the Emperor, who was observing from outside the battlefield, could not help but think deeply for a long time. He called Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes Valdor and asked him what he thought.
Valdor looked at the screen and saw that the Primarchss were very cruel to the degraded Adeptus Custodes, it could even be said to be abuse.
Leman Russ even gave up his battle ax, holding a degraded Adeptus Custodes in each hand and using it like a mallet. After waiting for these degraded Adeptus Custodes to be broken under the huge force, Leman Russ grabbed the new Adeptus Custodes and used it.
"I think they were just serious about fighting."
"Seriously fighting?" Valdor's speech attracted complaints from Oedmeir. Sometimes she would come here to observe the situation on the battlefield, and sometimes she would enter an independent space to transform the Ascension Throne project.
Valdor saluted Oedmeir. The female scientist waved her hand, took a big gulp of hot coffee and said to the Emperor and Valdor, "I don't think these Primarchs are serious about fighting, but they are subconsciously venting their resentment towards Adeptus Custodes."
"Resentment? Why do they have resentment against Adeptus Custodes?" Valdor's question is exactly what the Emperor wants to ask.
Oedmeir rolled his eyes, "You are really stupid. Your son's attachment to you is morbid. And these golden corns around you can always be with you, and even listen to your psychic whispers. Do you think they can have a psychological balance? This is probably the reason why they don't worry about scarcity but inequality."
The two wooden heads the Emperor and Valdor nodded clearly, thinking that no wonder even Horus before getting sick didn't have a good look towards Adeptus Custodes, and always had a cold attitude of being indifferent to strangers.
"Ahem... Then after the war, how about changing the system? Let the legions be stationed at the Imperial Palace on a rotational basis, so that they can have a psychological balance."
The Emperor's proposal shocked Valdor. He looked at the Emperor pitifully according to Adeptus Custodes's standards, like a kitten about to be abandoned.
When the Emperor saw Valdor, he felt a little disappointed and couldn't bear it. He was indeed partial to Adeptus Custodes. After all, these Loyalty's guards were really worry-free, instead of giving him a big life from time to time like his son.
At this time Oedmeir said, "Don't be afraid, the Emperor is not the only one now. You can go and play with God-Emperor under Webway. After completing the contact task, go to her to get some rewards, such as hugs and lifts."
As soon as Oedmeir mentioned it, Valdor's worries suddenly dissipated, and there was a hint of expectation underneath the golden armor.
The Emperor noticed this, he frowned and looked at Valdor with an incredulous expression, as if asking: You Big Eye boy with thick eyebrows also rebelled against the revolution?
Oedmeir looked on and wanted to laugh, complaining that the Emperor actually started to feel jealous of himself.
The Emperor's expression changed and he became the cold and silent man Adeptus Custodes was most familiar with.
While they were talking about what happened after the war, the battle of Throne Room also entered the final countdown.
Lion El'Jonson kicked open the door and rushed in fiercely along with Dark Angels. He has always been resentful about not being able to participate in Siege of Terra.
Although he is participating again now, his identity is indeed the attacker surrounding Terra, which makes his mood even worse.
When fighting is less important, Lion El'Jonson vents his anger through an ancient form of entertainment: skinning wild beasts.
Although there are no animals in the traditional sense here, there is no shortage of Tyranids bugs. Lion El'Jonson will cut off the limbs of the bugs, then destroy the central nervous system, and finally use a knife to completely peel off the skin of the Tyranids bugs.
Primarchs's behavior fell into the eyes of Dark Angels, and they also followed suit in private, using skinning as a form of entertainment.
Among them, the one who peeled the best was Azmodai. It is said that he regarded those peeled bugs as Fallen Angels.