The old doctor showed not the slightest fear before the terrifying daemon, a creature powerful enough to put an entire Space Marine squad through a bitter fight.
He merely gazed calmly at the daemon lunging toward him, and at the seemingly crazed Typhon behind it, then sighed softly.
"Ah, I told you not to meddle with these things. Why wouldn't you listen?"
Just as the Great Unclean One's enormous palm, powerful enough to crush a tank, was about to strike the old doctor-
BOOM!!!!!
A massive, pale figure plummeted from the sky like a meteor!
Bearing unparalleled fury and strength, the figure slammed down between the Great Unclean One and the old doctor, sending mud and broken stones flying everywhere!
As the dust cleared, Mortarion's massive, nearly three-meter-tall body stood firmly before the old doctor like an immovable statue of a god.
He tightly gripped the enormous War Scythe forged from common steel. He still wore his crude Power Armour, already battered and scarred by battle.
He slowly raised his head. Through the lenses of his gas mask, eyes burning with boundless fury and bone-deep cold stared fixedly at the daemon reeking of plague and decay before him, and at the utterly stunned man behind it whom he had once considered his "brother."
The wild laughter froze on Typhon's face.
He stared at Mortarion's sudden appearance, his mind utterly blank.
How was this possible? Why was he here? He should have been back at camp, commanding the whole operation!
Mortarion ignored Typhon's shock. His entire attention was fixed on the monster from the Warp before him.
He could feel the aura emanating from the monster, its pure evil nature that delighted in spreading disease and rot. It was so terribly similar to his sorcery-wielding xenos foster father, who held dominion