This Is All the Preparation You Made
But now, within the territory of Ultramar, thousands of Grey Knights suddenly appeared, gathering together and going all out to resist the deadly plague he released.
Mortarion's heart is filled with endless doubts and incomprehensions, and his mind is filled with absurd thoughts.
Mortarion couldn't help but have endless doubts in his heart: Is today's Grey Knights so cheap?
There are only three thousand elites left in the entire Imperium. Why are there thousands of people gathered in just one star field?
The doubts have not dissipated yet, and more shocking scenes follow one after another.
Countless Ultramariness wearing blue armors shuttled between the stars, their bodies blooming with sacred light, crossing the vast void with their flesh and blood bodies, shuttled between the stars, escorting a group of Grey Knightss to various places to guard the disaster defense line.
As the direct descendant of Guilliman, Ultramarines has undergone Primarch's exclusive genetic tempering and origin transformation since its birth. Its flesh and blood body is comparable to the Chaos monster, and its physical strength far exceeds that of Imperium's elite Adeptus Custodes warrior.
They broke free from the shackles of the stars, physically crossed the void, soared above the sea of stars, and overran the star battleships at extremely high speeds. In an instant, they could cross the sea of thousands of miles of stars.
Such powerful combat power and terrifying mobility completely subverted Mortarion's perception.
The plague of the abyss spreads wantonly, and the miasma of decay sweeps across the earth, but the purification speed within Ultramar far exceeds the speed of the spread of the plague.
The speed at which the toxin spreads is far less than the speed at which humans can heal. The deadly disaster has become a complete joke under the perfect order and divine protection.
In the vast star field, the decaying miasma was purified by the sacred Psionic Energy just as it was growing. The deadly poison was completely disintegrated by the perfect medical system as soon as it spread.
A plague that had been brewing for a long time and was capable of overturning the Star Territory was completely defeated before it caused any waves.
Mortarion stood in the void, with all the Nurgle Daemon legions behind him, all of them falling into sluggishness and isolation.
A group of decaying monsters stared blankly at the orderly star field below, their hearts filled with endless despair and resistance.
The monsters under Nurgle's command are naturally dependent on decay and disaster. What they fear most is perfect order, pure blood, and a complete medical system.
The impregnable territory in front of us perfectly restrained all the sources of power of Nurgle, leaving all the abyss monsters completely helpless.
Nurgle There is only one silent complaint in the hearts of the monsters: the human medical system is really disgusting.
The successive setbacks are like cold sharp blades, piercing Mortarion's pride again and again.
The plague plan was completely bankrupt, the carefully planned disaster plan came to nothing, and all the ambitions were destroyed.
Mortarion, who was already sensitive, aloof, paranoid and aggrieved, suffered heavy losses one after another, and his inner anger and unwillingness completely accumulated.
Full of grievance and endless frustration, they were intertwined and entangled, causing him to completely fall into the abyss of autism.
All kinds of frustrations have nowhere to vent, all kinds of unwillingness have nowhere to vent.
Full of resentment, he turned back to Nurgle's Garden in loneliness, huddled alone in this filthy abyss, the more he thought about it, the angrier and more aggrieved he became.
The anger in his chest was suppressed and could not be calmed down for a long time. The suppressed emotions continued to ferment, and the scene of that tragic defeat kept echoing in his mind.
Taking a step back, chest tightness and shortness of breath, anger attacking the heart;
Only by taking further steps can we break through the shackles and regain our glory.
Extreme anger spurred his rationality, and Mortarion secretly made up his mind, since the plague strategy failed to work, then he would use iron-blooded force to tear apart the opponent's territory.
He no longer hesitated, the power of the abyss swept through the void, and the huge summoning power stirred up the abyss. In an instant, tens of thousands of iron-blooded and fierce Death Guard warriors responded to the summons.
Wearing rotten battle armor and holding poisonous blades, thousands of fallen legions were ready to go, with murderous intent, following behind Mortarion, marching toward the core territory of Guilliman, Macragge.
The mighty Chaos Legion spans across the sea of stars, full of murderous intent, and is about to trample this sacred territory, venting the humiliation and unwillingness in their hearts with iron-blooded slaughter.
Mortarion has made up his mind. Even if he cannot defeat the entire Ultramar, he will still level a star field, tear a city-state apart, and wash away the humiliation in his heart with bloody killings.
The army is galloping, filled with evil spirits, thousands of Death Guard are crossing the sea of stars, pointing directly at Macragge.
However, Destiny's ridicule never stops.
Before the mighty army reached its destination, the fateful encounter suddenly came.
In the vast sea of stars, a sharp blue figure suddenly appeared, with a calm aura carrying the pressure of order, and a fierce fighting spirit swept across the galaxy.
It is Ultramarines's predecessor, Chapter Master, who has fought countless battles and gone through hundreds of battles, and is known as the undefeated god of war in desperate situations on the battlefield - Calgar.
At that time, Calgar happened to be returning from the war and was on his way back to the Makulama Star Territory to visit relatives and rest.
The sudden arrival of the Chaos Legion and the sudden arrival of the rotten atmosphere instantly broke the tranquility of the star sea.
Two figures, facing each other far away,
Mortarion:?
Calgar:?
The sudden encounter left both parties stunned.
After a brief period of shock, a fierce fighting spirit broke out instantly.
As the most loyal warrior under Guilliman, and as the guardian of Ultramar, Calgar witnessed the invasion of Chaos's army, and his passion for defending his homeland was instantly aroused.
The piercing war cry resounded through the sea of stars, and the sonorous and powerful oath reverberated across the heaven and earth. The desperate war god who once stood on the battlefield suddenly raised his war blade and roared his oath to defend his homeland.
Carl is surrounded by the blessing of the sacred Psionic Energy personally given by Guilliman. He is a power armor tempered to the extreme. It is personally selected and forged by Primarch. It contains the power of the origin of order. It is extremely hard and can resist all the filth of the abyss.
The power blade in your hand has been blessed by Primarch. The sacred power lingers around the blade, cutting off decay and defeating Chaos. It is the ultimate nemesis of the monsters in the abyss.