I am the magnetic field maniac

Mortarion spun his scythe slightly, then jerked back, trying to trip his brother. Fulgrim leaped up, a glowing green light sweeping past him an inch below, teleporting all matter there.

Then he chopped again, shattering the bones surrounding the silent chainsaw's operating head.

The demon howled in pain and Mortarion hissed.

Smoke seethed over Fulgrim from the furnace atop Silence.

It was eating away at the armor's padding and then penetrating the respirator's blockade.

The Emperor's Child began to cough, and the breath he exhaled was filled with blood mist.

A feeling like a heavy pressure was building up in his mind.

He was poisoned, and not long after fighting Mortarion, the plague of the god of corruption began to gradually devour Fulgrim's body.

He stumbled back. The magnetic field power almost instinctively started to deal with the damage and purify his body. He directly destroyed all the unhealthy cells and then reorganized the remaining cells, and the weakness disappeared instantly.

"Relying on witchcraft? Mortarion, don't you hate this kind of thing the most?" Fulgrim looked at his brother sarcastically.

"That's what you call disgust. It's just that you hate and despise things that can't be used by you."

"You are not my brother. You are not the true Fulgrim."

Mortarion calmed down and calmed the demon souls screaming in the silence. He looked at Fulgrim in front of him and retorted...

"You are nothing but a lowly clone, a ridiculous idol. I heard that you still call your "son" teacher?"

Mortarion's words stung Fulgrim's heart, but he was not one to be defeated by such pathetic words...

"When I chop off your head, you will find that a lowly clone of mine is just as capable of defeating a tainted original like you." Fugen sneered.

Mortarion did not answer. He continued to pull the trigger of the lantern in his hand towards Fulgrim... But Fulgrim was faster. His magnetic field force took the initiative and first pinched the lantern and Mortarion's wrist to deflect its direction. The beam of the lantern deflected and fell to the ground, and the area was instantly vitrified.

"Why not continue the fight, brother?" said Fulgrim.

Mortarion still did not answer, but his response was met with a violent Warp lightning!

The dazzling yellow light attacked Fulgrim, but he tried to deflect it with the Thunder Sword in his hand. The Demon Primarch waved his hand, and a poisonous mist surrounded Fulgrim, making it difficult for him to recognize what was ahead.

Unable to confirm the enemy's location, Fulgrim could only continue to use words to interfere with and attack Mortarion.

"Where are the warriors who denied the use of the Warp at the Council of Nicaea? You have always been the very thing you pretended to hate, Mortarion."

"I am only no longer blind," Mortarion sneered as he circled Fulgrim.

"I saw through my father's endless lies about their nature. I found a better master, and I became stronger than you."

"You are just a slave, nothing more."

"Each each other."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mortarion suddenly attacked him. Fulgrim still wanted to launch a counterattack this time.

He succeeded, and his C'tan Phase Sword pierced Mortarion's chest!

And Mortarion's arm brushed against Fulgrim's cheek.

But such an attack would not be enough to kill a Daemon Primarch, Fulgrim knew.

But just when he was about to continue to release the magnetic field force to spread the destructive power, an indescribable pain spread throughout his body!

"You can't use that power, right?"

Mortarion sneered and stepped back, the bottle of paternal gift around his neck now empty.

"Then next, my false brother, it's time for me to behead you."

98. The Second Empire!

How huge is the gap between an Astartes and a Demon Primarch?

How powerless is humanity when facing a demon primarch?

Calgar had understood this deeply, because when he failed... and deployed the available forces to prepare for the siege of Mortarion...

However, they found that the powerful firepower could not even get close to Mortarion.

The evil power of the Warp protects Mortarion, and even a bomb will be instantly corroded and rendered ineffective when it flies into his range.

As for the lethality, that is beyond doubt. Mortarion doesn't even need to do anything, he just needs to look at them...

The powerful force coming directly from the evil god himself will cause his warriors to be completely consumed by the plague!

There is no possibility of victory. Facing such a monster, the Extreme Warriors have no way to win!

Sadly, he was unable to control his own destiny, let alone protect the Primarch's safety. The feeling of humiliation tormented Calgar, but he could only endure it!

What's more, the current situation made Calgar a little unsure.

Two rebellious primarchs were killing each other, one was Mortarion, the Lord of Death, and the other was even more powerful - it was the traitor Fulgrim who had caused their gene-father to fall into eternal sleep!

Calgar had no idea what was going on. Of course, the best outcome for him would be for the two traitors to die together.

But even without mentioning the two rebellious Primarchs, the situation here is definitely not good for the Ultramarines!

Those death shrouds are eating away at the Ultramarines' vitality, and beside the Primarch...

These Death Guard Terminators showed even stronger fighting spirit and endurance.

"For the Primarch, for the loving father!!"

The sharp war cries never stopped. These disgusting green fat men made full use of their immortality to tie down the Extreme Marines who were eager to leave the battlefield.

But the war situation took a turn for the better under such circumstances.

When Sicarius's flying power sword decapitated a Death Shroud...

A power sickle covered with plague silently stabbed into the back of the champion swordsman.

The second captain, who had no time to dodge and had killed three death shrouds in succession, had his senses greatly dulled by the nerve gas released by these death shrouds.

Just as he was about to be struck by the attack, a war cry sounded along with the roar of explosive bombs!

"For five hundred worlds!"

A familiar battle cry, a familiar figure, but what emerged from the fog was not any Ultramarines company that Sicarius knew.

They wore power armor from the Great Crusade, and used different tactical standards than the others. The captain in the lead held a heavy power hammer, and his shot just now bought time for Sicarius... allowing him to cut off the head of the death shroud with a beautiful back-slash!

"Battle brother, report your number!!"

"Lieutenant General Karanti of the Ultramarines Legion!!"

Ancient tactics and ancient legionnaires offer an even more ancient answer.

Sicarius was a little stagnant for a moment, and behind these Ultramarines was a group of "miscellaneous troops" that he could not quite understand...

A regiment of Vostoan Firstborns, a regiment of Catachan Jungle Warriors, several Imperial Guards wearing the sun emblem, a female Inquisitor who was good at killing people, and a group of World Eaters - even a Custodian!

Rather than the fighting power that such a group of people could unleash, Sicarius was more curious about how such a group of people could unite together.

But now is not the time to think about this. This group of warriors rushed out from behind to attack the airborne death shroud...

At this moment when there was no reinforcement at all, it became a powerful help to support them to continue fighting.

"Chamber Master."

The second captain, who had killed another Death Shroud blocking his way, helped Calgar up, and Calgar immediately gave a low order...

"Retreat to the interior of the temple immediately!!"

There were not many Ultramarines left, most of them had already fought with the Death Shrouds. Although the reinforcements were assisting them, Calgar did not intend to cooperate with them as their numbers and origins were not clear.

This has nothing to do with being mean or not, because they have important obligations to fulfill!

"We need to go back and protect the Primarch! If there is no hope in the end... we must offer our final loyalty to Macragge and the Gene-Father!"

Sicarius remained silent. Calgar's words had already expressed his meaning.

Needless to say, the remaining Ultramarines immediately retreated back to the Hel Fortress while Fulgrim and Mortarion were fighting in the sky.

But these two fighting "traitors" have now entered another stage that is about to end.

"My fake brother, how do you feel now, how do you feel?"

Mortarion looked at Fulgrim, who was panting in front of him, and smiled sarcastically...

"Your power of cheating is no longer useful in the face of the grace of a loving father."

Although there was sarcasm in his words, Mortarion would never be happy. He would never be happy.

He originally intended to use this poison against Angron... but now he used up this blessed gift against Fulgrim.

He didn't know what his chances were of winning against Angron next. He couldn't defeat Fulgrim with his magnetic field power... What would he do if Angron also possessed such power?

What a cheating ability, Mortarion thought.

He hated this unreasonable power, but as Fugen said, what he hated most was that he could not grasp the brilliance of this power.

"..."What Mortarion said was right. After what he did just now, Fulgrim could no longer control the magnetic field force in his body.

There was a blood-red scar on that handsome face, but when Fugen wanted to initiate cell recombination, the magnetic field force produced an almost runaway effect!

The cells began to proliferate wildly, forming an ugly ball of flesh at the site of Fugen's wound.

Fugen decisively cut it off, but he also knew that he could no longer use the power of the magnetic field.

No, it should be said that he can also use the power of electric current to propel him. But that's all. Once he wants to guide the electric current caused by cell friction into magnetic field rotation, his cells will proliferate like cancer cells.

Unable to maintain the magnetic field rotation, the Thunder Sword in Fugen's hand also dissipated in an instant. His face was pale, and it was extremely difficult to maintain his body just by using the electric current.

But even so, Fulgrim silently grasped the C'tan Phase Sword and pointed it at Mortarion.

"I thought you only used that cheating power to embellish your nonexistent honor."

"There is no honor between you and me!" Fugen said in a deep voice

"Ah, that's right," said the Daemon Primarch.

Mortarion feinted a swing that the Primarch could easily dodge, then instantly switched to a kick with his boots.

Fulgrim was kicked back several yards by the armored giant foot and landed heavily on his back.

Sparks flashed from a broken power line on a power armor.

"This competition is so boring, brother. You are not qualified to challenge me."

Mortarion stepped forward sarcastically, he was right, if Fulgrim lost his magnetic field power, what qualifications would he have to compete with him?

He was just a pathetic replica, but Mortarion had the power of a demon. How could Fulgrim resist? How could he resist?

Fugen was unwilling to compromise. He roared and rushed forward again, like a rebellious warhorse!

But how can the difference in power be overcome by thought?

Mortarion grabbed Fulgrim's head, and the repaired wings vibrated, allowing him to carry Fulgrim and fly into the Hel Fortress instantly!

Then, it smashed countless sturdy equipment along the way and went straight to the static throne!

The Ultramarines roared and pulled the trigger at Calgar's command... but Mortarion just waved his hand and silence seemed to stop time.

He threw the dying Fulgrim aside and came to Guilliman. He looked down at the sleeping son of vengeance with a slow and amused smile.

Now, nothing could stop him from fulfilling his father's command.

The Ultramarines couldn't do it, and his insane brother couldn't keep up. He didn't even need Lorgar's help, he accomplished such a great feat alone!

Not only that, he could even bring the incomplete Fulgrim back to his father's arms.

Imagine, when Mortarion Slave accepts Fulgrim in the Blessed Embrace to fight Slaanesh in the Eternal War, what an insult it would be to his hated snake brother?

Yeah, I can't help but pull the flag just thinking about it!!

The pride of his achievement filled Mortarion's heart like a swollen sponge... but at this moment, he held up silence and had only one word to say...

"Welcome to join us, brother."

He swung the sickle violently, but at this moment, in the instant when time seemed to be frozen, two figures emerged from the fog!

Lilith raised the sword burning with blood flames, and stabbed it into the gap created by Fulgrim in Mortarion with deadly divine power and magnetic field force.

Cain's divine power mixed with the aggressive magnetic field force instantly exploded in Mortarion's body. The severe pain and damage caused the Demon Primarch to roar for a moment, and his hands stopped moving for a moment.

And then, right in front of Mortarion, an Eldar, the Chosen One of the Gods of Death, raised her Crone Sword, aimed it at the sleeping Guilliman, and stabbed it fiercely!

"No!"