I am the magnetic field maniac

Countless pale green poisonous mists and spores spread silently... and the frontline bunker in front, which was commanded by a large number of mortals and retired soldiers, had been surrounded unknowingly.

The officer who was full of courage just now almost suffocated because he saw the giant walking out of the poisonous fog.

A huge fear tightened his heart, and the horror of death shattered his sanity. At that moment, he screamed and fled from his post!

They could resist the Unliving Ones that emerged from the Warp, could they resist Mortarion?

No, it is absolutely impossible. Even if the Emperor favors you, it is impossible.

Mortarion did not even see these mortals, he just moved forward... and the overflowing death devoured the indestructible fortress like a behemoth.

The roaring people pulled the trigger, but the scarlet beams of hell could not leave even a scar on the body of the Lord of Death.

He walked to the side and waved Silence lightly, and the huge fortress collapsed in an instant.

There was no light in Mortarion's eyes, and he had no expression on the death of these mortals. They were just ants, so why should he care?

They are only worthy of trembling at their feet!

"For Guilliman, for the Five Hundred Worlds!"

At this moment, an old Leman Russ tank roared towards Mortarion... The retired officer who had escaped just now stood up with his power sword raised, tears in his eyes, and roared as he charged towards Mortarion!

He has seen his son, grandson, and everyone in his family die!

I even saw how miserable they were when they got up from the plague.

The old officer had a chance to escape, but he gave it up. As he said, for Macragge, for Guilliman, for the Emperor, for the Five Hundred Worlds - for everyone!

Fuck it!!

The heavy Leman Russ tank no longer seems to be smaller than Mortarion. Facing the master of death, can the iron chariot have the strength to fight?

The steel chariots were approaching, but without any shells, they were gradually destroyed by rust from an invisible plague as they approached.

It was as if countless hours had been superimposed on this steel behemoth... Just by approaching it, countless invisible and tiny lives in the air would devour this steel object.

And Mortarion walked in and grabbed the old officer whose half body had been rusted away, and his low voice came through the respirator.

"Kneel down before me, and I will grant you death."

Mortarion's actions were indeed a whim... But in the face of the Lord of Death's mercy, the old officer used up his last bit of strength to spit at him...

"Go to hell...devil!!"

Mortarion crushed the old officer's body in an instant, and his soul was easily shattered by Mortarion!

But this was not enough to make him happy. In fact, the face under the respirator was darker than ever before...

It's still the same, it's still the same, Robert Guilliman... the luckiest one among all his brothers, the one with the best family background among all his brothers!

He was just as annoying as Sanguinius.

They were equally loved and respected, respected and loved so unconditionally. But Mortarion hated all of this, he hated that kind of weak love, and he hated even more that his brothers could enjoy all of this with a clear conscience.

All of this made Mortarion extremely irritated.

A thunder eagle streaked across the sky overhead, and Mortarion heard the roar of his offspring.

Except for a very small number of Death Shrouds that were airdropped directly to the vicinity of Hull Fortress and had not been shot down, his descendants were still slowly advancing.

Without Typhons, they fearfully reported their news to their genetic father. Mortarion could sense that they only had fear, not respect, for him.

In fact, it's not just Typhus. In the entire Death Guard, how many people truly respect and love their own offspring?

It's the exact opposite of Guilliman's situation.

Unhappy, Mortarion is very unhappy!

"Useless trash!" Mortarion roared in anger and impatiently, flapping his wings and flying directly towards the Hell Fortress!

He doesn't need those rubbish! He is different from Guilliman, and doesn't need the worthless worship and respect of these weak heirs!

He alone is enough!!

Is there any hope for us?

When Calgar survived another brutal meat grinder fight, looking at the surviving brothers around him, the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines questioned himself more than once.

Is he a qualified commander? Are his mistakes the cause of today's tragic consequences... and will he be the last chapter master of the Ultramarines?

A shame that will be engraved in history?

A wrong example that is destined to be humiliated countless times by future generations under the records of imperial history?

Calgar shook his head. He knew that now was not the time to think about these meaningless things...but the flame of hope in his heart was indeed gradually extinguishing.

Looking up, the overlapping dark clouds in the sky had been replaced by a sickening green.

And not far away, at the end of the fog filled with traitors and demonic beasts, more enemies kept appearing.

Their ammunition was no longer sufficient, their soldiers were gradually becoming exhausted, and there was no question of reinforcements...

Boom! !

Heavy footsteps and a sickening green dusk unfolded... From the smoke, a fat green demon covered in fat and scars walked out with a smile, and behind him were countless plague zombies that the people of Macragge had turned into.

A great unclean being, a great demon of Nurgle.

Calgar clenched his fists tightly. Perhaps there had never been a more desperate moment than now.

"Sicarius."

He spoke in a low voice, and the Second Captain beside him, the champion swordsman of the Ultramarines, already understood. He stood silently beside the Chapter Master, vowing to fight to the last moment as the Son of Macragge.

But just before the charge was launched again, an elegant and ancient flute sound rang out in the mist.

The next moment, some unexpected figures emerged from the layers of fog!

With unparalleled grace and speed, a group of Aida Eldar with a spirited phoenix painted on their wraithbone armor suddenly charged onto the battlefield!

Facing the demon army led by the Great Unclean One, they displayed extremely high combat skills and strength.

Just like dancing, they harvest the lives of these lifeless creatures in large numbers.

Among them, the leader was a woman named Ada.

Wearing a dress that was not suitable for fighting, she performed an extremely sharp dance among the enemies with a blade in hand. Wherever she passed, the lifeless people killed by her sword would be turned into a pool of ashes!

And then, she confronted the Great Unclean One.

In a flash of phantoms that even Calga couldn't see clearly, with the leaping thunder, the huge demon fell down like a mountain, and then turned into ashes and dissipated!

Not only him, Calgar also couldn't see clearly the fanatical brides of Kane who were surrounded by blood flames, nor could he see clearly the movements of the elusive clowns.

The only special thing about these elves is that they are always surrounded by a dazzling electric light.

After killing the Great Unclean One, the female Eldar immediately came to Calgar. The Chapter Master tightly grasped his power fist, Cato Sicarius also grasped the hilt of his sword, and all the Ultramarines around him immediately pointed their guns at him.

Demons and traitors are absolute enemies, but the same is true for aliens as well.

But the female Eldar did not make a move. Instead, she turned the blade upside down and said to Calgar in a condescending tone...

"Humans, we are here to save you."

But Calgar did not answer. He just stared at the Eldar, at this alien.

The Eldar are a group of aliens who are not trustworthy!

This is the greatest compliment the Empire has given to the Eldar race... But on the other hand, saying that you are not trustworthy...

This is equivalent to explaining from another perspective that humans and the Eldar do not necessarily have to fight to the death when they meet.

The relationship between the Eldar and the Empire is different from that with other alien races. As races with similar aesthetics, wisdom and even values, they have a lot of room for cooperation.

"Alien!!"

Sicarius growled threateningly at Eveleene. Calgar stopped the Second Captain from making an enemy and turned to look at Eveleene and said in a deep voice...

"Explain your intentions, Eldar!"

"I said, I'm here to help you." Evelyne unfolded the iron fan and said calmly...

"The enemies of Chaos are invading your world. They want to turn your Primarch into a corrupted Daemon Prince. We are here to awaken your Primarch."

"How can we believe the alien's nonsense!" Sicarius growled

"You can only trust us." Evelyne said lightly

"The army of the Supreme Being is endless. Your troops will not be able to hold them back for long. Once they break through your defenses, everything will be irreversible."

"What do you want to do?" Karga asked.

"It's very simple." Evelyne said calmly

"It belongs to that big boy. The fate of your Primarch Guilliman's resurrection should have happened not long ago. But now, your Archmagus has not yet arrived, and the Armor of Destiny has not yet been delivered. We can only use our power to revive your Primarch."

She slowly raised her Crone Sword, and the next moment she uttered a sentence that could make all the Smurfs present tear her into pieces.

"If you want to revive your Primarch, you must inject the power of death into his body. Only death can eliminate the corrupt poison wrapped around him and complete the cycle. Then, I will use Isha's power to help him complete his rebirth."

At this point, Evelyne's meaning was very clear.

To resurrect Guilliman, one must kill Guilliman and revive him with the power of an alien god.

Is this acceptable to the Ultramarines? No way, absolutely impossible!

"Impossible!" Calgar roared like thunder

"As long as I live one more day, aliens, your ugly witchcraft will not be able to harm my father!!"

Impulsive? In fact, Calgar's behavior is quite rational.

Because if any Space Marine were to accept the alien killing his dying father to save himself, such blasphemy and stupidity would be absolutely unacceptable!

The angry Extreme Marines also pointed their guns at the Death Army behind Evelyne... and those Death Army, especially the Bride of Kane who had received the enhanced magnetic field power, sneered at them with malicious anticipation!

Evelyne frowned slightly, raised the Crone Sword and signaled them to put down their weapons, then looked at the angry Calgar and said...

"You have no choice, Chapter Master. If we do not raise your Primarch, you will have no chance of protecting them from the hordes of Chaos."

"The Sons of Macragge will fight to the last drop of blood!"

Boom! !

Along with Calgar's roar, a bolt of lightning that seemed to tear the sky apart came from the sky.

Evelyne looked at the approaching green light in the distance of the mist, and suddenly sneered at Calgar...

"May your courage be as strong against him, Chapter Master."

After saying that, she and the Death Army behind her retreated into the endless fog of the Warp.

Calgar wanted to order a pursuit of their tracks, or even to kill them... but the army that appeared again in front of him made Calgar retract his irrational decision.

The Chaos army pressed forward once again, and although this time there were no troublesome Great Unclean Ones, it was a complete, elite force of the Death Guard.

The sharp horns, the pale reaper's sickle, the green and plague-smeared Terminator power armor -

They are Deathshrouds, they are Eyes of Mortarion, they are the elite troops of the corrupted XIVth Legion.

Their arrival only means one fact: their master is coming too.

Calgar didn't want to think about it, even though his mind told him that what the alien had said was about to come true.

But Karga could only fight.

Without any unnecessary greetings or nonsense, Kalga took the lead and rushed to the front!

No weapons were carried, because Calgar's fist was the best weapon!

"Face me, traitor!!"

Calgar roared, and his fist penetrated the defense of the first death shroud with the power gauntlet...

The glove delivered a crackling arc of electricity to the chin of the Terminator, which was full of scars and filth!

The opponent's head exploded in an instant into a bloody rain mixed with metal fragments, and the remaining body, under the influence of excessive kinetic energy from the killing, smashed backwards to the ground with a force that could shatter the spine.

Calgar's movements were even faster than this. In the split second before the corpse fell to the ground, the Chapter Master adjusted his fighting stance and made a half-turn...

The power glove tightly grasped and swung out with unprecedented destructive power!

Then another Terminator was torn to pieces by the explosive bullet on the spot!

A roaring power hammer came at him, and Kalgag blocked the blow. He gathered great power with his Thunder Fist and was about to counterattack - incredible, he actually smashed another Terminator with one punch! !

Karga felt as if he had endless power in his body, even though he himself didn't know where this power came from!