Chapter 270 Mortarion, Lord of Death: The Shroud Dance, Rorschach Stabs the White King! (IV)
[You drive the Hades-type Terminator Armor with all your might and launch a galloping charge.]
[You are like a crazy Groxmon, constantly knocking away the repair servitors that are blocking your way forward.]
[One after another, the roaring bombs continuously bombarded the heavy armor on your chest, and the flames of the explosions continuously shattered countless metal fragments of the ceramic steel shell.]
[But you seem to be fearless and don't dodge at all. ]
[The butcher's sickle tightly grasped in your palm quickly cuts through the air. ]
[The sharp blade, accompanied by a terrifying scream, slammed into a Death Guard's newly-raised Barbarus heavy sword.]
[Instantly, the Butcher's Scythe, whose casting technology and material quality far surpassed those of ordinary weapons, forcibly cut off the opponent's melee weapon and embedded itself deeply into the opponent's metal helmet.]
[And with your casual pull, half of the head and shoulder, along with the broken power armor, fell to the ground with a bang.]
[At the same time, a number of Death Guard's power sickles also swept through the air and slashed down fiercely above your helmet.]
[You immediately drive the Hades-type Terminator Armor to move heavy steps. The Tactical Dreadnought Armor, which is much more flexible than other types of Terminator Armor, allows you to respond quickly.]
[You slightly leaned to the side, choosing to use the thicker shoulder armor to withstand the fierce counterattack of the Death Guards.]
[The next second, you suddenly swept forward with your Butcher's Scythe, which slashed through the power armor of several Death Guards, almost completely cutting their tall bodies in half.]
[Just before the metal fragments of the power armor and the hot blood had completely fallen to the ground. ]
[You have already pushed away the dying Death Guards in front of you.]
[The Butcher's Scythe held tightly in your hands was like a terrifying metal whirlwind, madly slashing and sweeping at the approaching Death Guards.]
[Wait until the hot blood splatters all over your helmet visor.]
[You suddenly stopped your heavy pace.]
[You slowly turn around while driving the Hades-type Terminator armor covered with traces of power sickles and heavy swords.]
[At this moment, the mutilated bodies of the fourteen Death Guards are exposed one by one within your blood-red field of vision.]
[You exhale a breath of acrid, chemical-smelling air.]
[You suddenly feel the forced blessing of Khorne beginning to flood your body. ]
[Instantly, your strength and speed seem to have been greatly enhanced, far exceeding that of a normal Astartes.]
[Even the Butcher's Scythe tightly held in your palm has undergone some subtle changes. ]
[The already sharp edge of the sickle took on a startling blood-red hue, as if it had become even sharper and stronger.]
[You seem to have anticipated this. After all, the Warp is now the playground of the Four Chaos Gods.]
[And you are just a small ant who is slightly in line with the other person's wishes. ]
[You let out a fleeting sigh subconsciously.]
[You drove the Hades-type Terminator armor and slowly passed the remaining six hundred or so repair servitors.]
[You came directly to the front of the armory and opened the heavy metal door of the armory. ]
[However, just as you were about to inform the End Machine Soul. ]
[Let it lead the surviving navigators and mortal servants to the armory to defend it.]
[You once again keenly sensed a very abnormal and terrifying change, which quickly appeared on the Death Guard's flagship, the 'End'.]
[You suddenly drive the Terminator armor and turn around. ]
[Through the helmet goggles, you vaguely saw thick green mists emitting infinite malice silently rushing towards a repair robot servant, and in the blink of an eye, it spread to all the repair robot servants.]
[In an instant, those defenseless repair robot servants were completely transformed into plague zombies whose mechanical structures began to rot and stink.]
[Even the repair robot controlled by the End Machine Soul instantly became corrupted and mutated, gradually disappearing from your sight. ]
["…Nurgle's Eclipse! Plague of the Walking Dead!" You gritted your teeth and let out a dull growl from inside your metal helmet.]
[You reacted immediately, quickly driving the Terminator armor and backing into the armory with the entrance open.]
[However, at this moment, a group of pitch-black bees that continuously emit a terrifying buzzing sound, carrying an unbearable stench, pass through the staggering Nurgle zombies and fiercely attack you.]
[You suddenly raised a thick arm wrapped in a golden shell, and the chemical sprayer on your wrist instantly sprayed out a terrifying poisonous mist that covered an area of dozens of meters.]
[For a moment, in addition to the Nurgle zombies, even the surrounding metal floors and walls were corroded by the chemicals and made a sizzling sound.]
[Unfortunately, this terrifying poisonous fog is also very effective against unprotected mortal teams or Astartes.]
[It did not have any effect in stopping the Destroyer Plague that appeared to be a swarm of living things, but was actually an extension of the power of the evil god.]
[This group of pitch-black bees with a terrifying buzzing sound pounced heavily on your Hades Terminator armor, and then quickly penetrated into your body. ]
[You instantly feel the corruption and decay of your strong body and the contraction and trembling of the fire of your soul.]
[You even feel the endless pain of a rock-hard will and the rage of fighting bravely to kill the enemy being gradually pulled out of your tall body like a cocoon.]
[Your consciousness seems to have fallen into a hazy state.]
[Your ears seem to be surrounded by a vague, yet kind and deep whisper.]
[You subconsciously kneel on one knee, holding the Butcher's Scythe tightly in both hands to support your weak and painful body.]
[You couldn't help but let out a huge roar filled with resentment and anger from the depths of your throat.]
["Stand up—"]
[At this moment, the kind whispers that constantly surround your ears seem to be suddenly dispelled. ]
[You actually heard a fleeting cruel voice. ]
["snort--"]
[The next moment, a large amount of continuous Chaos Blessing quickly repaired your rotten and decayed body, and continued to strengthen every inch of your flesh and blood. ]
[Your physical strength is rapidly expanding, heading towards a dangerous and degenerate zone from which there is no return.]
[But your soul fire is protected by another powerful psychic force. No matter how the Chaos Blessing attacks, it cannot penetrate into your soul fire.]
[As a result, more Chaos Blessings suddenly changed their infusion routes.]
[The Butcher's Scythe held tightly in your hands and the Hades-type Terminator Armor worn on your body quickly underwent horrible changes.]
[The butcher's sickle, which was pitch black with a reddish blade, gradually grew blood-red fangs made of metal.]
[A blood-red living eyeball also appeared out of thin air on the side of the huge sickle, staring at you with your eyes closed and blinking.]
[The originally iron-gray metal surface of your Hades Terminator armor has completely turned scarlet. The broken ceramic steel shell has been completely repaired, and dense copper X-shaped symbols are constantly imprinted on every inch of the armor.]
[Until a huge blood-red horn with a metallic sheen slowly rose up from the forehead of your metal helmet, as if the endless blessing of chaos had finally stopped infusing.]
[The next moment, you inside the helmet suddenly opened your tightly closed blood-red eyes.]
["Kill, kill, kill—"]
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