Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Radoron! Face me!" Kahn, battle axe in hand, charged to the front of the column. Guided by the Blood God, he spotted his enemy, the Blood Angels' second-in-command and Sanguinius's favorite son. He challenged him to a fight. After severing a Rebel Knight Titan in two with his massive Stand Sword, the latter turned. A specialized mech, a size larger than a typical Iron Wolf battle mech, slowly approached Kahn.

"Get out of that iron box of yours and face each other, let's fight it out with swords! Aren't you experts at sniping and close combat? Don't let your Primarch be humiliated by your cowardice!" Facing the six-meter-tall mecha, Kahn remained undaunted. Brandishing his massive chainsaw axe, he roared. In response, the enemy's accelerated charge!

With the activation of the jet pack, Radoron's mecha rushed forward like an arrow from a bow. Kahn dodged the giant sword in his hand flexibly, but he could not dodge the subsequent shield smash. The heavy shield hit Kahn directly like a wall, and then the person the Blood God was paying attention to flew out like a kite with a broken string, and the latter only left a shallow scar on Radoron's shield.

"To allow such filth and traitors as you to live in this world is the greatest blasphemy against Mankind, the Emperor, and the Primarch. Our mission and honor is to utterly destroy you, forever eradicate you, by any means necessary." Radon's voice rang out from the speakers. A scorching stream of plasma shot from his shoulder, but just before it struck Khârn, it was stopped by a blood-red barrier. Khârn, now a whirlwind of white (World Eaters wore white armor during the Heresy), brought his battle axe down upon Radon's mech's shield.

The chainsaw axe, blessed by the Blood God, sliced ​​through the surface energy shield like butter, cutting downward until it encountered a layer of golden light, halting the chainsaw's attack. At that moment, a pale golden light enveloped Radolon's mech, a divine and majestic aura. The power of Khorne and the Emperor's blessing collided, and the result was that both were almost instantly shattered into nothingness. And then, unsurprisingly, Khan, clad in power armor, was no match for Radolon, who piloted the mech. Aided by superior neural transmission technology and machine spirit-assisted equipment, Radolon's swordsmanship was perfectly executed, and in terms of power output, the difference in strength between the two was even greater.

So, amidst Khârn's desperate curses, Radonon once again sent him flying. Just as he was about to finish him off, he was saved by a flash of red blood. Meanwhile, in the Warp, the Emperor suddenly rose to his feet, slashing at Khorne with his golden greatsword. As if he didn't exist, huh?

Khorne blocked the Emperor's attack with a gloomy face, and the red vortex sword in his hand, which had been almost repaired, had another crack. The Emperor was very angry because the opponent had cheated several times!

"Today is not the day for us to fight," said the Avatar of Khorne after deflecting the Emperor's sword.

"Any existence must pay the price for its actions. You have gone too far, using the power of a higher dimension to deal with my loyal subordinates." The Emperor spoke as the sword in his hand continued to wave.

"I will keep the Conqueror. That creature does not deserve such a name as a flagship." said Khorne.

"Yes." The Emperor retreated. He felt he had made a profit from this deal. "I'm surprised by your concession."

"Hmph." The blood-red incarnation snorted coldly. "If possible, I desire a warrior skilled in battle and tenacious, one who can combine skill with rage." Clearly, Khorne was not satisfied with Angron. More importantly, while Khorne was tyrannical, he was not without reason. He did not wish to clash with the Emperor at this time. He was not yet ready.

Khorne's stance directly impacted the conflict in the real universe. Khorne ceased his attacks, and even the K-type demon army became sporadic. Sanguinius gradually gained the upper hand, even boarding the Conqueror with his own scion. After the World Eaters failed to detonate the Conqueror's engines, the ship was ultimately captured by Sanguinius, and the wounded Angron was transferred to another vessel.

In the battle along this flank, Sanguinius and his legion were undoubtedly victorious. They not only held the line but also repelled the enemy, inflicting heavy damage on the World Eaters. While the battle on the left flank raged, on the right, Ferrus and his Iron Hands bore immense pressure. They faced Death Guard and a powerful army of Tzeentchian demons. Although Magnus's dark side remained silent, and most of the rebellious Thousand Words Legion remained aloof, this did not mean that Tzeentch's forces were insignificant. After all, even Kalos was involved!

"You demon who plays with psychic energy! If you can't quiet down those twisted and chaotic minions, I won't mind using my scythe to purge them!" Mortarion said angrily, scythe in hand as he gazed at the hordes of fire demons and the changelings constantly transforming into other people's forms within his fleet. He deeply detested these men who toyed with psychic energy and fate. If it weren't for Horus's orders, if it weren't for these men's unique abilities, if it weren't for the demons facing the Iron Hand, Mortarion would have eliminated these men first.

"We are allies, aren't we? At least for now." One of Carlos' heads said with a smile. Then the other head raised up and used his psychic power to transmit an influence to the Lord of Death's mind.

"Your left-hand man, your captain of the first company, doesn't seem as loyal as you think. He's been doing many things behind your back for a long time, including but not limited to researching psychic powers and pulling more people into the arms of a certain khaki-colored fat man. This is just deceiving his superiors and subordinates. Is this legion yours or his?"

Every word Carlos said was heart-wrenching. Mortarion wanted to raise the sickle in anger, but he stopped with his left hand and pointed to the window with his right hand. That was Typhons' flagship, the Terminus Est. At this time, a huge fleet of Death Guards surrounded the Terminus Est, making Mortarion feel extremely irritated and uneasy.

Obviously, the venomous fellow was right. Mortarion felt that his authority had been severely violated. And with the support of a certain evil god, Typhon's attitude towards him became even worse.

"So, what do you want?" After saying this, Mortarion left the bridge and walked towards his house. Carlos chuckled and turned into a blue flying insect to follow Mortarion. As Nurgle's mortal enemy, Tzeentch will not miss any opportunity!

Chapter 385: Digging into Nurgle's Corner

"Are you going to take action or not?" The traveler said impatiently as he looked at the incarnation of Tzeentch who had descended into the real world.

"Shh... Be patient, my friend. This game seems to end with Nurgle harvesting the Lord of Radiance, but in fact, the button to start the game is in your hands and mine. Delaying time is beneficial to you and me, and it is also beneficial to any plans you may make. So, in this case, why don't we wait a little longer? Moreover, believe me, although you and I are enemies, but this time, while I wait, I will absolutely not do anything harmful to the gods of order and mankind. I swear on my divinity!" The incarnation of Tzeentch said in a rare extremely solemn tone.

"I don't know whether I should believe you." The traveler frowned. To be honest, from the perspective of logic or fate, when Tzeentch swore his divinity to a god, it was absolutely true. Moreover, Tzeentch had actually told the truth. For example, in the background, Tzeentch's messenger told Guilliman all about Nurgle's plan.

"I'm taking action against that damn fat man. You should be happy to see this. You don't want this scavenger to get the biggest benefit, do you?" Seeing that the traveler was still a little hesitant, Tzeentch quickly communicated through psychic power.

"Then let's wait a little longer." The Traveler finally agreed, because he somehow felt that someone was doing something to Mortarion. Then he subconsciously, or accidentally, blocked Nurgle's perception together with Tzeentch!

"Huh?! What happened?" Nurgle's clone, holding a sickle, looked towards the void with some curiosity. He suddenly felt that everything in front of him, even his destiny, was distorted and obscured. Without a doubt, this was something that only gods could do, and it was performed by at least two main god-level beings working together!

"Who is blocking my perception? The Gods of Order?" Nurgle fell into deep thought. After all, his plan could not be hidden from the Emperor and the Traveler, and Nurgle also said that it was understandable that the two Gods of Order wanted to target him.

"What a shame! Although Slaanesh's power and wisdom don't match his ambitions, he's still somewhat useful." Nurgle then remembered the benefits of a certain person. Unfortunately, just hours after the outbreak of the Heresy, Slaanesh's avatar was gone, and his original form was severely damaged. This left Nurgle somewhat isolated and powerless.

But Nurgle had no regrets. He still believed that not helping Slaanesh was the right thing to do. After all, the Webway was the domain of travelers and Eldar gods, and Nurgle's power was of little use to him in escaping or tracking. It would have been easy for them to trap Nurgle in a short time, but Slaanesh fell so quickly that Nurgle didn't even have time to help him! And then, a one-on-two fight in the Webway? One of them was a human deity, and the other was a being with power that could restrain him. Nurgle wasn't that foolish!

"Patience, this harvest is bound to succeed," Nurgle muttered to himself, calming his restless heart. He couldn't leave now, because he couldn't be sure if the Traveler and the Emperor would use their ultimate move, reserved for Tzeentch, on him. He sensed a difference in the Traveler this time, more powerful than in the previous divine war on Isstvan. Meanwhile, Tzeentch had been weakened and lacked the will to fight.

So, Nurgle decided to wait, he had to wait until Tzeentch and the Traveler had fought before taking action. With all parties unclear about what was going on, the battlefield of the High Ones remained calm, and Carlos's deception of Mortarion was ongoing. And the deception was working very well, because this time, not only was Tzeentch telling the Traveler the truth, but Carlos was also telling the truth to Mortarion!

"Actually, you're interested in both psychic powers and witchcraft, but you're reluctant to show it to your children or others." Carlos began, only to be met with a swift and powerful blow from the Lord of Death. Carlos was struck, then shattered like glass. Seconds later, he reappeared on the other side.

"Don't be angry, Lord of Death, because the next scene will make you even more angry!" Carlos then sent the message to Mortarion's mind again, and the content was that under the threat and instigation of Nurgle and the betrayal of Typhons, Mortarion and his legion finally surrendered to Nurgle.

"This is simply unacceptable! I will actually grow wings like a fly, and will be accompanied by flies, mosquitoes and maggots. And my descendants, the descendants of the tough Barbarus, will actually become a group of swollen pustules and monsters with tentacles, such filthy existences!" Mortarion was shocked by the horrific scene in the future. He originally wanted to deny it, but his superhuman perception from the Primarch made him realize that what this guy with two heads said might be true!

"No, this is definitely not a future I can accept!" Mortarion said as he took a few steps back in horror.

"Indeed, this is absolutely not a future a great figure like you could accept. Absolutely not." Carlos appeared beside Mortarion, then transformed into a wise middle-aged man in long smocks. "So, Mortarion, great Lord of Death, you need to make plans for your future."

"Are you willing to help me?" Mortarion looked at Carlos through the respirator.

"Yes, I am helping you sincerely." Carlos nodded.

"And what is the price I must pay? You filthy creatures of the Warp are no different!" Mortarion demanded. He was no foolish Magnus. He was the wise and vigilant leader of the Barbarus.

"You can get our help, and at the same time help me do something when the time is right. As for the higher price? In fact, you just need to not join Nurgle. Keeping neutral among the gods is beneficial to my lord. Think about it, isn't this the truth? Wise Lord of the Legion." Carlos said.

"I still can't trust you. Although Magnus's downfall was due to his arrogance and stupidity, you still can't gain my trust," said Mortarion.

"It doesn't matter. Everything in the future will prove what I said today. This time, I will help you defeat the Iron Hands, and in the future, I will help you gradually regain control of the legion. Typhons is just a company commander, and you are the real master of the Death Guard Legion." Carlos said meaningfully.

"You finally said something right. I am the sole ruler of the Death Guard Legion. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future." Mortarion said with a smile.

Both sides were extremely satisfied with today's private talks. Mortarion hadn't made any promises, but he had secured strong support. And what about Carlos? He had already planted a seed in Mortarion's heart. As he'd said, as long as Mortarion didn't defect to Nurgle, it would be beneficial for Tzeentch. As for whether Tzeentch would attempt to abduct Mortarion, or a portion of him, that would depend on the future. If the Gods of Order supported him, it wouldn't be impossible.

In fact, the mutual dislike between Tzeentch and Nurgle stems not only from power, but also from personality. Tzeentch sees Nurgle as a scavenger! Nurgle, on the other hand, sees Tzeentch as greedy and cunning, and full of calculations even against his own people. In short, they dislike each other from head to toe.

While Carlos and Mortarion were conspiring, Typhons was making final preparations before departure. As Nurgle's chosen one, Typhons was under immense pressure. The reason was simple: Mortarion hadn't shown much interest in Nurgle, and even held him in hostility. Typhons knew the reason well, as the moment Typhons took part of the fleet, their differences and conflict had become public.

"You need to act faster. The Death Guard Legion was chosen by our Lord Nurgle. It should be completely thrown into Nurgle's arms. But now the legion is still full of resistance to our Lord, and Mortarion refuses to embrace the power of his father!" The Nurgle Great Demon Rottengut said anxiously.

"I'm trying. Mortarion is too stubborn. He's like a hard, stinking rock." Typhons also sighed. In fact, he was no longer optimistic about the future of this rebellion.

You could call Typhons evil, you could call him disloyal to the Primarch, but you couldn't call him incompetent! Typhons was particularly skilled in fleet warfare. He could already see the decline in the Traitors' overall strength. Horus had only six incomplete legions, and aside from some that were in disarray, the Emperor still had ten. Even with the three legions at hand, Horus would have needed to devote nearly all of his strength to victory, and even then, even that would come with heavy losses. With this level of skill, did they still expect to reach Terra? Typhon wasn't optimistic.

As for the gods? Typhon had realized that among his enemies there were beings as powerful as Nurgle, and this was a troubling situation. As Ku'gath had said, they were all pawns, and the true master was in control.

"We must make Mortarion feel the might of Nurgle, and make him bow before him with all his heart," Rotgut said. "This battle is our opportunity."

"No, you don't understand Mortarion. He's incredibly stubborn, and he always has a sense of superiority, not just over us and mortals, but also over his fellow Primarchs and other beings in the galaxy. If we simply want Mortarion to submit to our Lord, we can consider some means to force him to choose Nurgle," Typhon said. "Mortarion is too arbitrary, but when the power in our hands is overwhelming, he will yield, just like when he once had complaints about the Emperor's actions, but still chose to obey."

"Is this okay?" Rotten Intestine hesitated.

"We just let him see the true power and then give him the blessing of Nurgle, that's all. And the most important thing is that we don't have much time left. From a purely military point of view, I think we have little chance of winning against the Empire." Typhons sighed and said.

"Okay, that's it. If after this battle, Mortarion still refuses to be loyal to my Lord, I will tell my Lord your thoughts, and he will make the decision." Rotten Gut said.

"This time, Horus arranged for Tzeentch's demons to cooperate with us. Will there be any problems?" Typhon asked cautiously. "That guy with two heads makes me feel uneasy."

"He is the most powerful demon under Tzeentch, and is particularly proficient in psychic powers and conspiracy. He will definitely do something." Rotten Gut said with certainty.

At this moment, a Deathshroud Terminator arrived aboard the Terminus Est, bearing orders from Mortarion. The order was simple: Mortarion offered Typhons two choices. One was to return his fleet to Mortarion's command, admit his mistakes, and atone for his actions. He would spearhead the attack against the Iron Hands fleet. The other option was more interesting.

"I know that you have defected to a certain existence in the Warp, and you think you have gained real power. You have offered your loyalty to him. You think that your father, the commander of the legion before you, is nothing more than that. You have become powerful, but at the same time arrogant. You can't wait to show off your power to prove that you are right. Well, very good, I will give you a chance. We will attack the Iron Hands fleet from two directions. You can choose one route, and I will choose the other. I will launch the attack in nine hours. You can start the attack at any time." The figure of Mortarion was shown on the data board, as well as his still arrogant expression, which also contained a little bit of sarcasm and teasing.

However, at this moment, the mortal fleet and the Mechanicus fleet that had originally gathered around his fleet left Typhons and moved closer to Mortarion's fleet, which immediately exposed Typhons' fleet.

"Damn it! Mortarion has siphoned away the forces originally assigned to us!" Typhons immediately realized the severity of the situation. Horus had assigned other forces to the Death Guard fleet attacking the right flank. However, for unknown reasons, the fleet originally assigned to Typhons had suddenly defected to Mortarion. Faced with this situation, Typhons was helpless. After all, he was nominally the Primarch and he was a subordinate, unable to stop the transfer.

"Why is this happening? I have already made arrangements with the commanders of the Mechanicus and the mortal fleet!" Typhons frowned. He didn't know why he lost so easily!

"Perhaps the commanders of those mortal fleets and the Mechanicus fleets have been replaced by Tzeentch's changelings. Or they have spread some rumors that are unfavorable to us. Tzeentch always likes to do these things." Rotten Gut said.

Chapter 386 Typhons: What a blasphemy! (7K)

"We must report this matter to Lord Horus," said Typhon.

"It's too late! Nine hours! Damn it! Why the number nine?" Rotgut realized more than Typhons. He had already vaguely sensed that Tzeentch had attacked Mortarion, but at this point, he had no other options. Nine hours was no way to identify the changelings. And the other side wouldn't let you identify them either. Typhons and his fleet had no choice but to suffer this loss.

"Should we contact our Lord?" Typhon said with some concern.

"I can't get in touch with you. It's Jianqi, or some other existence that has blocked the connection between me and my loving father!" Rotten Intestine said in horror.

"This..." Typhon finally realized that this time, Nurgle was also targeted by the other party!

"Mortarion is using me and my fleet as cannon fodder! Damn it, this is unforgivable! He's still opposing our Lord, and we demand revenge! This is a provocation to our Lord!" Typhons raged. It was clear that Typhons had very few options left. If he surrendered to Mortarion, he and his company would be cannon fodder, serving as the vanguard to open a breach. Choosing the second option would yield the same outcome.

"Get ready for battle, we can't argue anymore." At this moment, Ku'gath and Rotgut contacted each other. It seemed that the other side had only blocked the connection between the incarnation of Nurgle and his subordinates.

"I will never kneel to Mortarion again, never! I swear!" Typhon declared firmly. "Once I become Nurgle's Chosen, no one but my Lord can make me yield. Even if we face immense pressure, I will persist. Tell Mortarion and the men behind him that I, Typhon, would rather lead the entire attack alone than surrender!"

"Emmm." Looking at Typhons, who seemed to be swearing, Rotten Intestine swallowed the rest of his words back into his stomach. A moment later, Typhons sent a reply to Mortarion, stating that he could take on the combat mission alone and would launch the attack at the same time as Mortarion.

"Haha, you rebellious fellow." Mortarion snorted coldly after seeing Typhon's reply. However, Carlos could sense Mortarion's genuine joy and satisfaction.

"The Death Guard has only one voice, and that is yours," Carlos complimented.

"Very well, now that we've taught Typhons a lesson, let's prepare to unleash our wrath of revenge upon the Iron Hands. I've waited a long time for this day." Mortarion could not forget the embarrassment and pain his legion felt in the previous battle, when they were pursued by the enemy. While Mortarion was sharpening his blade, Ferrus also made his final preparations for the battle.

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"Are you sure you want to activate these things?" Gabriel Santo said hesitantly. "These technologies are so dark that even the most radical Mechanicus would hesitate."

"The target we are facing is so evil. In order to defeat the opponent, we must use every possible means. Since those evil gods in the subspace slaughter humans in the most shameless and blasphemous way. Then, in order to win, we must naturally do everything possible. In this regard, the Dark Angels have set a good example." Du Kain said.

"Activate it. Although the Hell Key's technology is so dark, using a method close to awakening the undead to fight, it must be said that this technology is a very efficient killing weapon. I have also improved this system. Many people in the Legion believe that steel and machinery are the ultimate path, and even regard the extraordinary flesh given to us by the Emperor as a kind of transition. But this time, I want to tell my descendants that solid steel and the unyielding will of mankind are the keys to victory. Steel is a tool, and will is the core that guides our actions."

"I have assembled a fleet, using the technology of the Randan aliens. By mentally linking the machine soul on a battleship with the crew members on it, they become a whole consciousness during battle. This consciousness is so powerful that it is enough to fight against the corruption of demons and various psychic powers. At the same time, equipped with the Key of Hell, these electronically resurrected warriors will be dominated by a powerful consciousness. They will make killing all demons and traitors their final and only goal. This technology should be strictly restricted, but now is the time to use it." said Ferrus.

After experiencing the brutality of the Randan War, Ferrus collected some of the Randan alien technology and began researching it. The Randan Mastermind caught his eye. Although he realized he couldn't cultivate a "human Mastermind," this didn't stop him from creating a temporary "pan-consciousness" when necessary to counter the demonic psychic and mental attacks. Even if it was only a fraction of the mental power of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people aboard a warship, and even if most of these crew members were ordinary, the strength of this soul, enhanced by dark technology, still reached a terrifying level. Ferrus called it the Will Concentrator.

The dark technology known as Cyber-Resuscitation allows fallen corpses to fuse with machines, transforming them into even more powerful and fearless warriors. Even when severely wounded or even shattered by various weapons, these creations of Dark Technology can continue to fight to the death. Ferrus, on the other hand, controls these terrifying creations through his pan-consciousness. Whether from a spiritual, psychic, or physical perspective, the resulting creations of these two dark technologies are terrifying.

Ferrus wants to tell Nurgle and his demons that making the dead stand up and fight is not only Nurgle's patent, but the Iron Hands can also do it. Nurgle has demons, and the Iron Hands' will concentrator can deal with demons!

"As you command," Santo said.

"Why didn't Ku'Gath come? The Nurgle Legion is far fewer than I expected. I need a large number of Nurgle Daemons to board the enemy warships, otherwise my fleet will suffer heavy losses!" In the half hour before the battle, Typhon suffered another heavy blow, this time from his master. The large number of Nurgle Daemons did not join the right wing offensive, let alone join Typhon's fleet. This made Typhon extremely disappointed and angry.

"Kugas and his legion have more important things to do. This time, the incarnation of our Lord has taken action personally. Everything we do is actually for this harvest." Rotten Intestine said.

"Well, I had thought the great Nurgle would recognize my worth, that He would value me more than Mortarion." Typhons gave a wry smile. "Prepare for battle!" The arrow was on the string, and Typhons had no retreat! So the Death Guard's captain led his fleet and charged the Iron Hands formation. Meanwhile, Mortarion, true to his word, launched his offensive almost simultaneously.

"The Iron Hands' firepower remains as fierce as ever." Typhon's fleet, bearing immense pressure, charged towards Ferrus's stronghold. The numerous long-barreled cannons on the battleship decks and the axial artillery of the Splendor-class battleships placed immense pressure on Typhon's fleet. Even the mutated warships, infected by Nurgle's power, sprouting deformed flesh and tentacles, even surrounded by swarms of swarms, struggled against such firepower!

"There's something wrong with their shells!" Aboard a battleship charging forward, the Death Guard watched in astonishment as a powerful shell crashed into the ship's side. The violent explosion and impact shattered the numerous aberrations covering the hull, but Nurgle's blessing blocked the blow, preventing further damage. But the next scene sent a chill through the Death Guard. The aberrations surrounding the impact site began to rapidly necrotize. The once vibrant flesh and tentacles gradually withered and turned black, eventually disintegrating into a cloud of dust that scattered across the universe.

Even more terrifying, this plague-like thing was contagious. Other warships in the rear that hadn't been attacked soon began to show similar symptoms. The Iron Hands' special shells, using some obscure technology, gradually stripped away Nurgle's blessing, removing the extra layer of defense that Typhon's fleet had.

"It's a nanomachine virus! Damn it, how could this happen?" Rotten Gut exclaimed as he watched the warships being attacked by concentrated fire and turned into space wreckage.

"What is this?" Typhon asked anxiously.

"It was a weapon used specifically to deal with organic organisms during the heyday of mankind. This nanomachine virus can corrode almost all living things. In fact, it can be used against steel, but the best effect is against organic matter, including subspace creations." As a demon who has lived for a long time, Rotgut naturally has some understanding of these things.

"Can't we control them through Nurgle's divine power?" Typhon naturally realized that this weapon was specifically aimed at the Death Guard, so he wanted to solve this problem quickly.

"Divine power can reverse it, but Father has more important things to do, and He can't spare the time. We have to handle the things here ourselves." Rotten Intestine said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Hmph, thank goodness I was prepared." Typhons spoke defiantly, but deep down he felt deeply uncomfortable. He felt as if he had been abandoned by Nurgle. However, as a master of naval warfare, Typhons had also made preparations, such as Daemonships that could conceal themselves between reality and the Warp, and Nurgle plague torpedoes designed to target crews. As his main fleet was caught in the hail of Iron Hands fire, these fleets, skilled in concealment and close combat, quickly closed in from the side, poised to deliver a fatal blow in close combat.

"It's the demon warships, they're coming!" Using special reconnaissance equipment, Santo discovered the demon warships hidden in the cracks of space. Then, with the activation of hundreds of gravity generators and the subsequent launch of a series of vortex torpedoes, the demon warships, previously hidden in the cracks, were thrown into the physical universe. Then, they were greeted by cannonballs and lances blessed by the Mechanicus! When the first salvos landed on the warships, the lances and shells tore through the enemy's defenses with ease like a hot knife through butter. Even more shocking to both sides, the warships actually emitted a terrifying scream. The demons possessing the warships felt extreme pain and helplessness, so much so that even the rotten intestines felt palpitations.

When the demon warships lost their advantage of being close to the enemy, they were just a group of warships that excelled in close combat and had thicker health bars. As long as they had enough firepower, the problem wouldn't be a big deal.

"Destroy their shields! And then prepare to board them!" At this point, Typhons had no other choice but to fight on. When the Death Guard finally stripped off the shield of an Iron Hands battleship, and when Rottengut was sharpening his knife and ready to jump on, a powerful mental shock made the great demon shake.

"What is this?" Rotgut exclaimed in horror, looking at the spirit hovering above the massive warship. As a demon from the Warp, Rotgut had plenty of experience. After all, over millions of years, he'd seen every kind of monster in the physical universe and the Warp. But this thing before him truly filled him with visceral fear.

"That is the combination of the spiritual power of hundreds of thousands of people. Although most of them are mortals, they have strong wills. There are also navigators. Some kind of blasphemous technology has integrated these scattered spiritual powers into a whole. Logically, this kind of spiritual experience is very complex, allowing us to easily find flaws, but at this moment, this spiritual power has been distorted. Some equipment or something we can't explain has eliminated other emotional factors, leaving only the deep-rooted hatred and hostility towards chaos and demons. The purest emotions are actually the strongest!" Rotten Intestine said terrified.

"You, a demon, are blaspheming?" Typhon looked at the demon next to him with curiosity. Something felt off about the scene. Weren't mortals always blaspheming demons? How come it was demons blaspheming mortals?

"It doesn't matter. We still have plague torpedoes. Kill those fragile mortals, and the problem will be solved." Based on the idea of ​​not destroying the ship or the crew, groups of plague-carrying torpedoes were launched. After being intercepted by various close-in firepower, one torpedo eventually hit. However, these plagues and viruses were met with countless autonomous machines spraying flames, holy water, and disinfectants! And of course, the anti-psychic field they created!

In the end, a group of demons tried to jump onto the Iron Hands' warship through teleportation. As a result, the psychic interference of the powerful consciousness on the opposite side caused half of the demons to be lost in the subspace, and another small half was directly crushed by the powerful psychic impact. When the last small part fell on the warship, they were greeted by groups of Iron Hands.

"Don't kill them, catch them, and then lock them in a stasis field. We have time to study them." The Iron Father in the lead waved his hand, and a group of Iron Hands wearing Centurion Terminators and holding various weapons rushed up, hammering the Nurglings, Nurgle Vanguards and Plaguebringers, and then threw out the stasis field bomb...

"This is fucking impossible!" Typhons watched, speechless, as they fought for ages, exhausting all their might but failing to break the defenses. Typhons was exhausted, and even his desire to continue the assault was limited. After all, the promised support had largely vanished. He wanted to fight, but Tzeentch and Mortarion were sabotaging him, and even Nurgle was preoccupied with his own affairs. Typhons's frustration was palpable. He suddenly felt that all the power he had acquired and all the tricks he had devised seemed less effective than naval cannons and lances. Fortunately, the Iron Hands were merely trying to maintain their line and had no intention of launching an offensive. Elsewhere, the Death Lord's fleet and Kalos's demonic hordes were causing some trouble for Ferrus.

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"My Lord's power far surpasses Nurgle!" Kalos declared excitedly. This remark evoked discontent among the Nurgle daemons (some of whom were present in Mortarion's fleet). But discontent was all it took, aside from a few complaints; after all, they couldn't possibly defeat Kalos. Furthermore, in terms of strength, Tzeentch was indeed superior to Nurgle. And this time, the Tzeentch daemons were indeed stronger than Nurgle. After all, the Iron Hands had battled Nurgle for a long time and were familiar with each other's conventional tactics and strengths. To Ferrus, the Tzeentch daemons' methods were more varied and devious.

Unlike the Nurgle Legion, which relied on a relentless charge through sheer health and contamination, the Tzeentchian daemons shielded the Death Guard fleet with psychic mists and anti-prophecy circles, rendering the massive fleet a fleet of fleets mere fleeting blobs of light to most Iron Hands detection systems. Effective targeting and attack were only possible when approaching. Furthermore, Tzeentch's ability to open portals was far superior to Nurgle's, and the fleet's ability to attack them posed a significant challenge to the Iron Hands. Therefore, at the point of engagement, the Death Guard's main fleet advanced relatively smoothly. However, as the offensive continued, Mortarion began to feel the pressure grow. The reason was simple: the Iron Hands had a much larger fleet and more men!

As a last resort, Mortarion had to lead the boarding mission himself. He used his forces very carefully, coordinating the boarding battle with the fleet bombardment, trying to maximize the efficiency of his fleet's engagement. But even so, he still couldn't see Ferrus' flagship. At this time, he was bravely fighting in a star fortress wearing his death shroud.

"These guys are still moving! Cut them to pieces!" A Death Shroud Terminator, after severing an Iron Hands Terminator in half, chose its next opponent. However, to his surprise, the slain, half-headed antagonist still lived. Sprawled on the ground, he raised his meltagun and reduced the opponent to a flaming torch. Shocked, the Death Guard used various bombs and weapons to blast every enemy they faced into smithereens before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?" asked the Lord of Death with a gloomy face.

"They are manipulating the dead, sir. We have clearly killed these guys. Even the toughest Space Marines would die after suffering such heavy injuries, but they are different. They continue to fight despite dragging their broken bodies. Our detection equipment cannot capture their communication information. They seem to be communicating in an unknown way." A subordinate said incoherently, with deep fear in his words.

"I originally thought Ferrus respected science and logic, but I didn't expect him to do the same now. The False Emperor was a sorcerer, and now Ferrus is doing the same." Mortarion snorted coldly. "Let's continue and eliminate all these guys!" Mortarion gripped the scythe in his hand and continued forward.