Warhammer: Empire Reboot

At the edge of the warp, Rotigus’ massive body rose from the filthy torrent, its fat arms churning up the piles of rotting flesh and wrecked shipwrecks around it.

"Stop!"

Its roar pierced through the green storm, and the massive sound wave shattered several low-ranking demons nearby.

"Humans! Stop!"

Kugas continues to drive subspace storms, attempting to push more asteroids and wrecked ships toward the Seventh Black Rock Fortress, but the anti-aircraft matrix of the fighting moon continues to fire.

Millions of antimatter rays pierced through the void.

Before the giant projectile even got close to Blackrock Fortress, it was stripped away and destroyed layer by layer in the fire net, eventually burning into a cloud of high-temperature dust that posed no threat whatsoever.

The two great demons could only watch helplessly.

The black rock force field prevented them from getting close, and the battle moon cut off all physical means that could affect the high ground.

They possessed the power to destroy the world, yet at this moment they could only roar meaninglessly at the black stone pillar from tens of thousands of kilometers away.

The ones who were truly frantic were the Death Guards who had already landed on the surface of the fortress.

When Vox saw Lawson raise his hand, he knew the final moment had arrived.

"Advance to the higher ground!"

"Charge! Charge!"

The Lord of Silence also abandoned the formation and his most proficient siege rhythm.

They're out of time!

The remaining Death Guards ceased their alternating cover and charged directly at Wolverine's lines, bypassing the corpses of their fallen comrades.

The bulky Terminator Armor was operating at full power, its heavy footsteps pounding the black stone surface with dull thuds.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Heavy railguns light up ahead.

The first row of Death Guards was hit head-on, and Terminator Armor dented inward like an iron can struck by a heavy hammer, its body being thrown dozens of meters by the enormous kinetic energy.

The veterans behind them stepped over the bodies that had not yet hit the ground and continued forward.

The Wolverine pack quickly changed formation.

The shoulder-mounted heavy railguns fired in a dispersed manner to both sides, while the repulsion shields rose simultaneously, forming a steel wall that continued to advance forward.

The Death Guard charged forward, its Plague Scythe slashing against the shield, causing the blue force field to vibrate violently.

Before the Death Guard could even unleash a second attack, Wolverine had already turned his body to the side, the serrated edge of his shield tearing from his shoulder armor all the way down to his waist.

The bulky, heavy armor was cut open.

Black blood and rotting entrails sprayed onto the shield.

Wolverine raised his right arm and used the heavy railgun to press against the helmet of another Death Guard.

Pass!

The head and half of the shoulder disappeared at the same time.

More Death Guards surged in from both sides.

They no longer dodged the gunfire, nor did they try to find the mech joints.

Someone dragged his half-body across the black stone ground, just to leave a scratch on the mech armor with a scythe.

The Death Guards no longer cared about their own survival; they just wanted to move forward a little further.

The platform is just ahead.

My father was there too!!!

Vox is still moving forward.

The artillery fire shattered his shoulder armor and tore off half of his shield, but he still dragged his weapon forward.

He could no longer change the outcome, yet he refused to stop.

Mortarian understood his fate, but he turned his head with difficulty to look at his offspring who were charging into battle in the distance.

Those veterans who had followed him for ten thousand years were shattered by heavy railguns, burned through by ion beams, and trampled into the black stone ground by steel behemoths.

Batch after batch, all to save him.

Mortalian's respirator convulsed violently.

He seemed to want to say something...

Klossen didn't let him say it.

A shadow blade hovered above Mortalian's head.

Vox stretched out a hand, as if trying to grab the shadow blade from dozens of kilometers away.

"No!"

A dark golden light flashed across Mortalian's neck.

puff!

The pale head was separated from the body.

Time seemed to slow down in that instant.

Mortarian's face still held the expression of his last moments; his cloudy eyes were not closed, and the broken respirator was still hanging on his face.

The broken pipe spewed out black liquid, the head slammed into a black stone pillar, and then rolled down the platform.

Er Gou was already standing below.

He grabbed Mortalian's tattered hood and lifted the Primarch's head high.

The headless body remains chained to the black stone pillar.

Mortarion is dead!!!

At least in everyone's perception, that enormous being belonging to the Lord of Death had completely vanished.

Er Gou raised his head high and turned to face the Eye of Fear.

The Blackrock Communications Array amplified his voice, sending it into every Chaos warship and into the ears of every Death Guard still fighting on the surface of the fortress.

"The traitor to the Empire, Mortarian, the Lord of Death, is executed today!"

This is the consequence of betraying humanity!

His roar spread along the edge of the Eye of Fear.

The pale head was clearly visible under the harsh white light.

Abaddon watched this scene unfold.

Besides Angron, Lawson has indeed killed another Primarch.

And instead of defeating him in a fierce battle, he beheaded Mortarion in front of the entire Eye of Terror, just like executing an ordinary traitor.

This also means that the next time a Primarch falls into his hands, the outcome will be no different.

Abaddon looked at the still empty black stone pillars beside the platform.

They suddenly seemed more glaring than any weapon.

The shock of Mortarion's death spread throughout the entire Deathguard Legion in the next second.

When the Shadowblade severed the neck bone and the Blackrock Field crushed Mortarion's soul as he attempted to return to the Warp, a connection formed by genetic lineage, Primarch essence, and the blessing of Nurgle was forcibly severed.

All the Death Guards sensed it.

Those veterans who were still charging on the surface of the fortress paused for a moment.

In the Plague Fleet, countless warriors clutched their chests.

Some people's respirators suddenly failed, as if the toxic fog of Barbarossa filled their lungs at that moment.

Someone saw a high mountain shrouded in thick fog, with a pale giant kneeling alone on its summit.

Some people even heard Mortarian's last breaths, which kept repeating in their minds.

ho-

ho-

This feeling is similar to, yet completely different from, the Black Wrath of the Holy Blood Angels.

The Holy Blood Angels inherit the pain, glory, and despair of Saint Gilles' death.

They will return to Terra in a hallucination, mistakenly believing that they are facing Horus and seeing all the enemies in front of them as the murderers of their fathers.

Death Guard doesn't provide a clear memory, but rather a sense of rupture.

It was the void left behind after the corrupt bond that originally ran through the entire legion was brutally severed by the power of the Blackrock.

Many people felt only an indescribable sense of humiliation and anger.

This anger was amplified by the corrupting power of Nurgle.

The grief cannot be expressed!

Pain cannot be turned into tears!

The Death Guardian had long lost the ability to express emotions normally, so everything was ultimately reduced to a mere formality.

Hatred!

Hatred so pure it could burn away reason!

A Death Guardian stopped in front of Wolverine.

He looked down at his chest, from which black blood was continuously flowing, and then looked up at the head that Er Gou was holding up on the platform.

Then, he threw away the sickle in his hand.

Grab the helmet with both hands and pull it off forcefully.

The rotting face, now integrated with the armor, was exposed in the Black Stone Force Field. Flesh and blood quickly lost their blessing, peeling off in large chunks from the bones.

He didn't care at all.