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Looking at the living planet that was being suppressed, Mortarian's already gloomy face became even more unsightly.

The enemy was clearly well-prepared, successfully blocking all his trump cards and reinforcements from entering the battlefield! Now, only his legion and fleet remain on the battlefield.

What troubled him even more was that his opponent had not yet revealed the powerful abilities befitting the eternal chosen one of Khorne, and he had no idea what unknown trump cards he was hiding.

However, no matter how worried Motarian was, the fierce battle between the fleets had already begun.

The living ships charged at the enemy like ferocious beasts, while the opposing ships, their hulls shimmering with strange light and imbued with an eerie aura, counterattacked the charging living ships. Simultaneously, the other ships also opened fire on the plague fleet.

In an instant, cannon fire filled the air, and dazzling lights intertwined. From time to time, several beams of light spears or cannons from the Empire would pierce the void and rush straight towards the enemy lines from among the crimson, intertwined light spears.

Nevertheless, Mortarion believed he still held a certain advantage in terms of the number of warships—even though he only had one ace ship, the Glory Queen, his opponent had four warships of the same level and whose strength should not be underestimated, in addition to an enormous space fortress.

Such a large-scale fleet standoff made neither side dare to make any rash moves, as neither was willing to stake their entire fleet on this uncertain decisive battle.

Once a particular fleet becomes prominent, it will immediately be targeted by numerous enemy warships, followed by a barrage of intense artillery fire that far exceeds the limits of what these ships can withstand.

Although Kirsage won several brilliant local battles with her Wind of Change, she didn't have much time left, otherwise Abaddon's Black Legion would have destroyed Cardia with Blackrock Fortress, and the mission would have failed.

The war must still be resolved with sword and fire. Magnus has already completed the teleportation ritual with the help of Tarasin, and Kirsajarn has also checked it several times with his psionic powers.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this." Azure Star muttered to himself as he attached Kirsaj's psionic storage device to his power armor.

Nobody wants to board Nurgle's ship, since the environment on Nurgle's ships is truly worse than a cesspool.

Ahriman had to admit that the boarding force was quite impressive: the Aglios Guard, the Ever-Victorious Army, Sekhmet, Lerna, the Templars, the Trinity, the Blessed Sons, a Primarch, an Eternal Chosen, and several humans capable of utterly annihilating warp creatures.

Nurgle's army is currently tied down by Tzeentch's army and is unable to stop them.

"Perhaps today he will witness the death of a Primarch," Ahriman added, looking at Kirsaj who was talking to Magnus, "and the birth of a Warp God."

The boarding forces were ready, and Kirsaj set objectives and plans for all units: if Mortarion escaped into the warp, they would destroy the Endurance. Although the results would be small, it would still severely damage the morale of the Deathguard Legion.

After destroying the Endurance, they will take advantage of the chaos in the enemy's command to place bipolar torpedoes on the living planet, destroying the living planet bestowed by Nurgle.

“Your plan is very bold.” Magnus looked at the Eternal Chosen, who seemed rather small to him, and said with some surprise, “However, I must admit that the chances of success are very high.”

There's one more thing Magnus didn't say: as long as Kirsar doesn't care about battle losses.

"Initiate the teleportation ritual." Killer Killer removed the Khorne katana from his back, his body surging with psionic energy surpassing that of Magnus.

“As you wish.” Magnus raised his hand, and the teleportation ritual emitted a dazzling blue light amplified by the black device.

Meanwhile, Mortalian, standing on the bridge of the Endurance, also sensed the unmistakable psionic fluctuations. Blue light appeared throughout the Endurance as ancient and powerful warriors boarded the foul-smelling warship.

Mortarian picked up his scythe and looked at the tall red figure and the petite purple figure standing in front of him.

Chilsa looked around and, not seeing Typhons, understood something and a smile curled up on her lips.

Kirsar stepped forward and said to Mortarion in a solemn tone, "Where is the commander of the Fourteenth Legion? Let him come out and see me."

"I am the lord of the Fourteenth Legion!" Mortarian felt an unusual rage; the veins on his hands, gripping his scythe, bulged. How did she know his situation?!

"Bring out the true lord of the Fourteenth Legion to me!" Kirsaj said to Mortarion, planting his katana in the ground.

Magnus looked at Motarian, whose face was turning red with anger, and then at Tarasin, who was frantically filming and recording.

"Rumors say you've been sidelined by Typhon, it seems it's true." Magnus added insult to injury for Mortalian.

"Magnus!" A furious shout rang out as Mortarion stomped his feet on the ground, his entire body hurtling towards Magnus like a bullet, carrying boundless power.

Despite the menacing Mortarian advance, Magnus showed no sign of panic.

He stood firmly in place, his hands quickly assuming a defensive stance, while simultaneously mocking his enraged opponent: "What? Have you lost your temper so quickly?"

In the blink of an eye, just as the two finished speaking, the psionic field and the huge, sharp scythe in Mortarion's hand had already made contact.

In an instant, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the originally indestructible psionic field shattered instantly under Mortarian's terrifying scythe.

However, Magnus's reaction speed was also extremely fast.

In the brief instant the psionic field shattered, he cast nine teleportation spells in succession, his figure flickering in the air like a ghost, easily dodging Mortarian's furious barrage of attacks.

Kirsa, who was watching the fierce battle from the sidelines, quietly observed the fight but made no move to intervene.

At this moment, she was filled with curiosity, wanting to see just how many powerful psionic spells Magnus could unleash in this battle against the Primarch.

Just then, the nine Magnus phantoms in the arena simultaneously began to activate the surging psionic power within them, condensing and transforming it into dazzling chains of lightning.

These chains of lightning, like ferocious dragons, crashed down on Mortarian's massive body with overwhelming force.

Despite the ferocious electric shocks, Mortarian remained fearless.

Enduring the intense psionic lightning that could overload even a Titan-level Void Shield, he wielded his scythe with ferocious power, each strike precisely shattering a phantom of Magnus.

Despite the fierce attack, the divine power originating from Nurgle within Mortarion continuously repaired the wounds on his body.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, the tall, green giant remained standing, relentlessly launching wave after wave of fierce attacks at Magnus with burning rage.

The plague was spreading silently, and rotting flies and mosquitoes swarmed around Mortarion, trying their best to protect him from the attacks.

Even the Custodians couldn't intervene in the battle between the two Primarchs, and Ahriman temporarily abandoned any thought of helping the Primarch. Kirsaj, standing at the edge of the battlefield, silently watched everything with the Tzeentch Eye.