Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Feeling the terrifying power coming from the Sword of the Emperor, shock appeared on Mortarion's hateful face for the first time.

As a demon prince who had already ascended to the devil, Mortarion should have crushed Gawain, the new Primarch who had come out of nowhere, in every aspect!

But in fact, the two were evenly matched in strength.

At one point in the battle, Mortarion even felt a hint of fear of death from his adopted brother.

Although the fear only lasted for a moment, it still made the proud Demon Prince feel extremely humiliated.

For the Demon Prince, only the blood of his enemies can wash away the shame!

The Son of Plague poured all his strength into the Death Scythe. With the nourishment of Nurgle's power, the viruses and fungi wrapped around the Death Scythe began to become active.

Every time the Death Scythe is swung, countless viruses and spores will spread into the air!

These malevolent creations containing the power of Nurgle infected everything in the physical universe. Even the powerful Primarchs showed a hint of sluggishness under the influence of the virus.

But this tiny bit of slowness can sometimes turn into a fatal crisis.

Plague and virus are Mortarion's advantages. As the enemy of the Son of Plague, Gawain will never allow this advantage to continue to expand.

The Primarch held up the Emperor's Sword, and a brilliant golden light flashed in his pupils! Along with a suffocating sense of oppression, golden psychic energy like the sun rushed into the Emperor's Sword.

In an instant, the blazing imperial fire fell from the sky.

The Emperor's Fire can restrain all chaotic forces, and the viruses and spores released by Mortarion are essentially a manifestation of the power of chaos.

In the face of the burning Emperor's fire, the malevolent creatures that contained the power of Nurgle melted away as quickly as snow in early spring.

"Mortarion, it has been ten thousand years since the Horus Heresy, but you are still pure iron waste!" The Primarch's voice was filled with sarcasm.

The word "waste" has a special meaning to Mortarion. Whenever he hears this word, the Son of Plague will involuntarily fall into rage.

"How dare you insult the great Son of Plague!" Mortarion's ugly face was filled with anger. "In the name of my loving father, I will make you pay the price!"

Facing the furious Son of Plague, Gawain's expression remained calm.

The Primarch used the Emperor's Sword in his hand to sway the ghostly Scythe of Death. At the moment when the two men clashed, Gawain's voice once again reached Mortarion's ears.

"How can this be considered an insult?" The Primarch smiled evilly, "Typhons sold you to Nurgle back then, this is an insult!"

Gawain paused, "There have been traitors among the descendants of other primarchs, but you are the first one to sell out your father like Typhons."

[Typhus], the biggest stain in Mortarion's ten thousand years of life.

This man was once the second captain of the Death Guard. On the eve of the end of the Horus Heresy, Typhons sent his genetic father and the entire Death Guard into the realm of the evil god Nurgle.

The generous father cast his gaze upon the Death Guard, and under the torture of disease and plague, the Death Guard finally fell into the arms of the father.

The existence of Typhons made Mortarion the biggest joke among all the Primarchs.

Mortarion had great respect for his generous and kind father, but he wanted to get rid of Typhons as soon as possible.

The Primarch's taunt successfully pierced Mortarion's lungs! In an instant, anger like a tide overwhelmed his rationality.

In extreme anger, the attack of the Son of Plague became even more fierce! But corresponding to this, his moves were full of flaws.

When Mortarion swung the Death Scythe at the Primarch again, Gawain seized the Plagueborn's fleeting flaw.

The Emperor's Sword, flashing with a deep blue light, blocked the Scythe of Death and stabbed straight into Mortarion's chest under the horrified gaze of the other Plague Marines.

The sharp Emperor's sword easily tore open the [Armor of Barbarus] and left a hideous scar deep enough to see the bone on the abominable body of the Son of Plague.

The golden fire of the Emperor lingered on Mortarion's wounds like a maggot attached to his bones. The severe pain of both his soul and flesh being burned at the same time made the Plague Son roar in agony.

The Primarch's blow successfully inflicted heavy damage to Mortarion! In a short period of time, the despicable traitor was powerless to resist.

"Pay the price for your betrayal!" The Primarch stepped in front of Mortarion, ready to end the traitor's sinful life with the Sword of the Emperor.

But just as the sharp blade was about to chop off Mortarion's head, a strange force of chaos appeared beside the Plague Son without warning.

Almost in an instant, the rich power of chaos formed an extremely blasphemous warp rune.

In a flash of light, Mortarion and the Eye of Night disappeared on the spot.

Obviously, an enemy who had been hiding in the dark took action.

"You're just a coward!" A gleam of anger flashed in the Primarch's pupils.

Under the wrath of the Primarch, the blazing Emperor's Fire covered the area where Mortarion once stood.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the chaotic power that made up the blasphemous runes was burned to ashes by the Emperor's fire.

But the Primarch's expression was still extremely cold. In the corner of the battlefield, a huge red figure appeared there at some point.

The blood-red complexion and the iconic one-eye made it clear who the newcomer was.

The fallen Lord of Prospero——[Red Devil] Magnus.

Magnus is the most powerful psychic among all the Primarchs. After receiving the blessing of Tzeentch, the Lord of All Things, the Red Devil's attainments in psychic powers and warp sorcery have reached the pinnacle.

There is no doubt that the blasphemous rune that just rescued Mortarion was created by the Red Devil Magnus.

"Abaddon is so proud!" The Primarch's mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile, "The dignified Lord of Prospero and leader of the Thousand Sons Legion is willing to serve under the command of the Great Plunderer."

Faced with the ridicule from the Primarch, Magnus did not fall into rage like Mortarion before him.

"My brother whom I have never met, you do not need to try to anger me with words." The Red Devil's voice was full of calmness. "I am not the angry fool that Mortarion is, nor am I as mentally fragile as him."