I am the magnetic field maniac

The bodies of the Death Guard, Word Bearers and other Chaos warbands lay in heaps outside the fortress of Hel.

The servant helped the exhausted Chapter Master up and injected new stimulants into his power armor, and silence was the best answer.

Reinforcements? How could reinforcements possibly arrive?

The Warp Storm surrounding Macragge would block any help...

Macragge has become the only planet isolated from the entire Ultramar and even the Milky Way.

Reinforcements will arrive, and reinforcements will never arrive.

It's just like Terra used to be.

The only difference is that the Emperor of Terra was still able to stand up and fight at that time...but their father, Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, had been in stasis for a full ten thousand years.

Communication could not be established, and Calgar was not even sure whether the Second Captain Cato Sicarius, whom he had sent out to retake Star Fortress No. 1, had completed the mission.

He believed that he had enough strength, but objectively speaking, even if he achieved his goal, it seemed that he would hardly play a decisive role in the overall situation.

The force that attacked Macragge this time was extremely powerful, and most importantly, their appearance was too abrupt.

It suddenly descended above Macragge's orbit, and with the blasphemous power of the evil god of the Warp, Macragge's orbital defenses were temporarily disabled.

With a large number of machine spirits going berserk, several important star fortresses in Macragge were captured in the shortest time possible.

Not only did they cut off Macragge's access to outside help...

At the same time, the communication and command systems of all major cities on Macragge were cut off.

The preparation was so thorough that their enemies were almost using the same methods they had used against Terra to deal with an incomplete Macragge.

"Let the astropath send the distress signal again."

Karga quickly finished his rest and said to his servant in a deep voice...

Hope was not extinguished yet, even though the Ultramarines were caught off guard by such an attack...but their First and Second Companies were still completed, their army was only dispersed instead of destroyed!

He could see that the enemy's military strength did not reach an overwhelming advantage, and most of the troops were those hateful Chaos Astartes... but this also made their overall military strength inferior to Macragge!

and……

Calgar's profound understanding is that the goal of the Ultramarines' enemies is not just to destroy Macragge's manpower. There is a high probability that they have one and only one goal.

His genetic father, Macragge's true master, Roboute Guilliman...

Otherwise, this group of traitors who have almost occupied the orbit of the planet and have the upper hand would not have chosen the reckless approach of directly airdropping military forces instead of directly dropping weapons of mass destruction.

Their target is the Primarch, so they will not abandon the decisive weapon, and this gives Calgar enough opportunities!

Hope is not dead, hope still exists!!

Calgar, who was inspired again, ordered everyone to destroy the bodies of the enemies filled with the virus, clear out a new area, and be prepared to respond to the forces that airdropped into Hull Fortress at any time!

At this moment, the Astropath received a communication - but it was not a good communication.

Right in front of Calgar, the Astropath of the Ultramarines let out a shrill wail!

Their eyes, which had been dug out, burst into a terrifying turbid light... and then, blasphemous sub-space power and endless wailing came from their bodies! !

Those are several important cities from Macragge, Carthage, Alexandria, Ephesus...

The people in the city screamed in pain, and death and wailing spread wildly. What was even more terrifying was that their souls could not belong to the Golden Throne, and their souls were being devoured madly by the Unliving in the Subspace!

The wailing lasted only a moment, but it conveyed a cruel reality to everyone in Hull Fortress!

Macragge has fallen...

Under the direct support of the destructive power of the warp, the power of mortals is so humble and weak...

The fall of several major cities was not due to the weakness of the Ultramarines' defenses, but because of Nurgle's shameless and direct destruction!

The loving father prepared a poisonous soup in the cauldron in his garden and sprinkled a few drops on several cities in Macragge.

As a result, one horrific plague after another spread in the city.

The layout had been made a week before the war began... and when the forces to attack Macragge arrived, everything broke out at once!

Several cities fell completely, and their souls and bodies became extremely important materials—

Without concentrating our efforts on attacking the tough Ultramarines...

The Word Bearers and the Death Guard put most of their efforts into the goal of "massacre".

This is too easy for the two legions that have mastered a large amount of evil energy in the warp.

The fall of several cities and the demise of tens of millions of people were completed in just a few days with the cooperation of Nurgle.

Of course, the two rebel legions also paid a heavy price... their incomplete forces were surrounded and wiped out by the Ultramarines and Macragge's troops, and now their number is less than half.

But enough is enough.

Because the stage has been set, it's time for the real actors to take the stage.

The Astropath's body trembled madly, and then paused for a moment... From his lips, the heavy sound of a respirator came out.

"Phew—Isn't the air in Macragge any worse than that in my grandfather's garden?"

The sound was like a cat's claws scratching glass, so terrible that it almost drove people crazy! What was even more terrifying was undoubtedly the existence that this sound symbolized and represented!

In Carthage, a city where almost no living things existed, a huge and horrifying altar of flesh and blood was set up.

Countless corpses and souls have been thrown into the Warp as sacrifices... and as a proportional conversion price, the souls they have spent are enough to summon a demon primarch intact from the Warp.

buzzing...

The high-frequency vibration of the membrane wings in the air made a dizzying sound. Then, a breath that seemed to corrupt everything and desecrate all life came out.

A terrifying and huge figure passed through the vortex of the subspace and arrived in the real world.

Through the respirator, he took a heavy and deep breath of the air of the real universe he had been away from for a long time, exhaled deadly poisonous mist, and lightly waved the sickle in his hand.

"The air in the real world still smells as bad as ever."

He spoke in a low voice, but his tone was filled with obvious joy and happiness.

Even though he has become a demon, the Primarch still misses the time when he was a physical cosmic being.

That pursuit for the essence of life feeling is also what the original body yearns for after becoming the immortal.

"Lord of Death, we have prepared the sacrifices needed for another summoning ritual."

A Word Bearer priest with blasphemous scriptures written all over his head stepped forward. Even when facing this demonic primarch, his expression did not change at all...

"Urizen Erebus... you did your job well."

Mortarion stared at this man who was famous both in the Word Bearers and in Chaos, and said in a tone where it was difficult to hear the emotion...

"But I will not waste time waiting for my brother. Now that everything is going well, I will go straight to my prize. I do not need Lorgar to share my glory."

"But..." Erebus paused and said with a frown...

"We are here in compliance with the orders of the Dark Gods. Even if you are unwilling to wait for the help of our Primarch, then you should wait for Lord Typhons..."

"Don't refute me!!" Mortarion suddenly roared, and a swarm of bloodthirsty bees surrounded Erebus!

Erebus immediately shut his mouth. Although he was very keen to seize this opportunity to gain the favor of the gods, he did not want to die yet.

"Besides, Typhons can't make it." Mortarion sneered

He received Typhons's request for help when he was in the warp, and now he is here. But that doesn't mean he has no chance to save Typhons. In fact, the Necron warship has not yet reached the sky above Macragge.

This is the nature of the subspace, where time is never a river flowing forward, but a lake with countless intersecting branches.

But even so, Mortarion had no intention of wasting energy and time to save Typhons.

For one thing, he couldn't hide his disgust for his arrogant son.

Moreover, Mortarion also needed him and his Terminus Est to block the forces that were about to interfere with their efforts to kill Guilliman.

Their target is Guilliman, and all they need to do is free him from the control of the Corpse King.

As for the others, even if they died here, their loving father would be delighted as long as they achieved their goal.

So Mortarion had to act alone to speed up the process. He was eager to take the glory alone, and at the same time... he had enough "chips"...

Around Mortarion's neck hung an old, dark yellow vial, containing a drop of scarlet venom.

And what is contained in this inconspicuous little bottle is the secret weapon blessed to Mortarion!

——Angron, where on earth did you get such powerful strength?

Have you chosen another master to be loyal to and become your slave?

Mortarion thought with disdain, but it didn't matter what.

How ridiculous and foolish the power of this world is in front of the power of destruction, and perhaps today, he will have the opportunity to hunt down two primarchs!

Yes, he is the only one who can obtain the supreme glory!

He no longer needed the help of those demons. Although he had smeared the plague of Ku'gath into the poison needles he had hidden, Mortarion did not think that he would ever need it.

With my grandfather watching over me, what's wrong with me dealing with a paralyzed Guilliman and a useless Angron?

Damn it, it's easy, it's totally possible!!

Mortarion spread his wings, and with silent flaps he instantly disappeared into the clouds. Wherever the Lord of Death went, the dark clouds were dyed with a strange and morbid green, and countless plagues and mosquitoes flew around indiscriminately.

"Arrogant idiot!"

Erebas stared at the disappearing back of the Lord of Death and said with disdain and contempt, "That's what he thought, it was so disrespectful!"

"Don't worry about him. My brother has been the least self-reflective and the least senior among us since the beginning."

A faint voice came out from the void, and Erebas made a humble gesture, even though he and the people he made this gesture to knew that it was just a false disguise.

"Let Mortarion go first. Let him test out those hidden people and those powerful forces."

In the boundless Warp, Lorgar felt his body being filled with the power of the Warp. He chuckled as he adapted to the new power but did not actually complete the important step of building a physical entity...

"Once Mortarion has played his cards, it will be our turn."

"Guilliman, this time, I am going to turn your Macragge into the second Calth, hahahaha!"

96. Bury Hope

Macragge was burning. Countless fallen stars of disaster, carrying the malice of the Chaos Gods, along with the fragments of the destroyed orbital defense facilities, fell into several major cities of Macragge.

Death and disaster were constantly spread, and sacrifices to the Chaos Gods ensured that the warp storm covering Macragge would not dissipate.

The Ultramarines' defenses had been broken, and even though they were aware of the enemy's goal... even though they tried their best to attack the Hel Fortress where their Primarch was sleeping, it was still to no avail.

Because he is coming, because death is coming.

As Mortarion wielded his Silence, countless swarms of death, carrying the plague virus from the Warp, swept across Macragge.

Wherever it passed, everything was destroyed, and wherever it went, all defenses and military forces were easily cut through like cream biscuits.

"too easy."

Mortarion thought so, he looked at the golden statue of Guilliman in front of him, which was eroded by his plague, smiled contemptuously, and cut him off with a wave of his hand. Not far away, there were people fighting.

Macragge's men, women, and children took up their weapons the moment the enemy arrived.

This is the heart of Ultramar, but there are no cowards here, only those who are loyal to the Imperium and to the Sons of Macragge, the Primarch!

With loud howls, they raised their laser guns and pulled the triggers at the foul-smelling monsters.

Under the command of the Ultramarines, resist the enemy's advance.

"In the name of Macragge, in the name of the Emperor, in the name of Robouti Guilliman, kill these filthy maggots!!"

A retired officer brandished the power sword that had become a decoration in his hand, roared and commanded his family to enter the built trenches, and aimed their guns and artillery fire at the miserable green waves coming in the distance.

The roar of the beasts frightened them, but their home and Macragge behind them gave them endless courage, and they pulled the trigger amid the roar!

The scarlet beam of light shot through the layers of green poisonous fog and pierced through the horrific creatures embodied within. The courage and strength of mankind were resisting the monsters of hell that came from the unknown and fearful!

One after another, the plague zombies and Nurgle beasts that were twisted by the plague were pierced, while some huge Chaos Spawn or other giants... were destroyed by the fearless soldiers with melta weapons and plasma weapons.

The advancing front was blocked again and again, and was beaten back again and again. And it seemed that the road to victory could be blocked by these huge and courageous mortals?

No, it's impossible.

Miracles may exist, and may happen to these mortals. But at this moment, no matter how magnificent the miracle is, it cannot prevent the arrival of the end.

Even if it was the Emperor's miracle - how could his golden eyes grant people courage and victory every time?