Chapter 271 Mortarion, Lord of Death: The Shroud Dance, Rorschach Stabs the White King! (V)
[You slowly stand up, driving the brand new Khorne Terminator Armor.]
[You subconsciously clenched the demonic weapon, the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, which had grown blood-red living eyeballs and metal fangs.]
[The scene before your eyes is blood red, and a few words seem to echo in your ears continuously.]
["Cut, cut, cut—"]
["Kill, kill, kill—"]
[Your scarlet eyes were fixed on the staggering Nurgle zombies, and you couldn't help but let out a deafening roar from deep in your chest.]
[You lowered your metal helmet with a blood-red metal horn slightly, and your whole body looked like a steel bull in a state of rage.]
[Your two blood-red magnetic boots stomped heavily on the metal ground, launching a terrifying charge towards the Nurgle zombies in front of you.]
[Instantly, countless Nurgle zombies that dared to block your way were smashed into pieces by the extremely powerful collision force, turning into a large amount of blurred flesh and blood flying everywhere.]
[Even the terrifying healing ability and tenacious decaying ability that the zombie plague has bestowed on their corrupted bodies cannot resist your arrival.]
[There is no sign of your steps stopping. ]
[You hold the Bloody Butcher's Scythe tightly in one hand and sweep it across with force. As the sharp blade dances back and forth, the living eyeballs on it emit waves of overlapping and reverberating terrifying screams.]
[Almost every staggering Nurgle zombie has no time to react and can only passively endure your endless anger. ]
[After only fifteen seconds, the five or six hundred Nurgle zombies were completely torn into pieces by your frenzied attack, leaving pieces of rotten flesh all over the ground.]
[Ponds of green pus containing countless horrible toxins and deadly viruses and bacteria continued to corrode the surrounding metal ground, and occasionally wisps of thick green mist rose up.]
[At this moment, you suddenly stopped killing after losing your target.]
[You stand in the middle of a pile of rotten meat, and subconsciously raise the sharp-edged bloody butcher's sickle in your palm.]
[The tail of the extremely heavy demon weapon hit the metal ground heavily, making a loud roar.]
[You slightly raised the metal helmet with a blood-red metal horn, and couldn't help but let out a terrifying roar that suddenly stopped.]
["Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull for skull…"]
["…The Golden Throne!!!"]
[Your tenacious consciousness and soul fire finally rose up in resistance, breaking free from the endless desire for bloody killing and the heavy constraints. ]
[The blood-red scene in front of your eyes slowly fades away, and your field of vision barely returns to normal.]
[You subconsciously take a deep breath of bloody air without any chemical smell.]
[Just now, you were so close to the irreversible red line of chaos corruption and depravity for the first time. ]
[But you no longer have the fear you once had. ]
[At this moment, deep in your heart, there is only deep hatred for being controlled by Chaos, and endless anger for Khorne's forced blessing. ]
[You stood there in silence for a moment.]
[You drive the Khorne Terminator Armor back to the armory.]
[Your cold eyes scanned the dazzling array of weapons and equipment inside through the helmet eyepiece, and even the power was extremely terrifying.]
[You have come to a mountain of melta bombs. ]
[You easily carried boxes of hot melt bombs and began to wander around the aisles of the arsenal.]
[You spread the melta bombs connected to the detonators almost evenly throughout the arsenal.]
[You are ready to perish together with the entire Death Guard on the 'End' and the Primarch Mortarion.]
[You put away the detonator that you have been trying to operate and can detonate all the melta bombs in succession.]
[After finishing everything, you casually took the Bloody Butcher's Scythe and left the armory. ]
[You begin to drive the Khorne Terminator armor towards the upper cabin and the bridge.]
[Although the arrival of the zombie plague completely destroyed your plan to use the surviving navigators to turn the tide and save the entire Death Guard from corruption. ]
[But you still want to try your best to see if you can save the predetermined fate of the Primarch Mortarion.]
[Even if I fail in the end, it is better to die completely in your hands than to become a puppet of the Chaos God. ]
[Along the way, countless thick green mists began to spread inside the ship. ]
[A large number of ship repair servitors and the few mortal crew members were also transformed into staggering Nurgle zombies.]
[You continue to wield the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, ending their tragic fate.]
[You also saw with your own eyes the Death Guards who were surrounded by the dark swarms of the Destroyer Plague, and whose strong bodies and fragile souls were constantly tortured.]
[After countless Astartes Brothers saw your death shroud which was obviously "corrupted" by Chaos. ]
[They still clenched their weapons tightly, trying to endure the unbearable and endless pain, and stood up to attack.]
[You gaze at the Death Guard through your helmet's visor.]
[You wielded the Bloody Butcher's Scythe without hesitation, granting them the only dignity you could give them—the liberation of death.]
[Instantly, the bloody butcher's sickle continued to sweep and chop. ]
[The broken bodies of the Death Guard almost cover the entire metal floor behind you.]
[Even the scarlet blood flowing everywhere seems to have covered your Khorne Terminator armor with a visible but invisible bloody cloak. ]
[You drive the Khorne Terminator Armor and continue forward, holding the Bloody Butcher's Scythe stained with the blood of countless Astartes Brothers in your hand. ]
[You enter the elevator connecting the upper and middle decks.]
[Soon after, accompanied by the subtle sound of the mechanical valves in the elevator turning, you successfully arrived at the upper cabin and slowly stepped into the new battlefield.]
[You just walked a distance forward and entered a huge and empty ancient auditorium]
[You can almost see at a glance the Death Guards around you, who are either kneeling on one knee, or slapping their metal helmets hard, and occasionally letting out uncontrollable screams of pain.]
[However, just as you subconsciously raised the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, intending to grant the Astartes monks in front of you the only relief.]
[Wearing the armor of Barbarus, which is mainly iron gray with green shoulder armor. ]
[A terrifying figure with a body as tall as three and a half meters and a huge sickle called "Destruction" on its back slowly crossed the remaining gaps between the countless Death Guards and walked towards you.]
[You couldn't help but take a deep breath, and subconsciously clenched the Bloody Butcher's Scythe with its blood-red living eyeballs that kept rotating.]
[That is the Lord of the Death Guard who has not yet completely fallen, the Pale King... the fourteenth Primarch, Mortarion! ]
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