I write apocrypha in Warhammer

Although Mortarion has always been unwilling to admit that everything related to subspace is witchcraft and magic, he insists that it is a rational conclusion composed of rigorous mathematical logic and axioms.

But 10,000 years have passed, and to this day he is still unable to use scientific methods to explain various supernatural phenomena. However, he is unambiguous when using this power.

The Daemon Primarch's attack was like a death storm.

His pale figure streaked across the sky, crashing into the crowd below like a comet.

The deadly acidic substance then exploded around Mortarion's body.

When the green slime touched the bodies of the Imperial soldiers, the armor they wore was corroded almost instantly, and the skin began to fester at a speed visible to the naked eye, followed closely by the muscles, internal organs, and bones.

The hundreds of Astra Militarum soldiers who were affected screamed in pain, and their biological tissues were peeled off layer by layer under the action of strong acid, eventually turning into a puddle of pus. The situation looked extremely miserable.

"It's really sad that in order to realize my father's cruel ambition, I foolishly went to a place like this to die."

Mortarion's debut greatly shocked the Imperial soldiers around him, as if the big boss that was supposed to appear at the end of the level suddenly hit him in the face.

He read the deep timidity on the faces of these survivors, and they looked at him as if they were looking at something unspeakably terrifying.

This is true.

Although the mortals trained by the empire are blind and stupid, most of them are able to distinguish between superior and inferior.

As the most outstanding soldier and general under the Dark Gods, every part of Mortarion's body was built by the God of Disease himself, and the blessings he received were unimaginable.

So powerful, so terrifying.

The result of going against it can only be to be easily obliterated and die in pain like those people just now, which has no meaning and no glory at all.

The soldiers' legs and feet were shaking uncontrollably, and their arms were no longer strong enough to lift the weapons, let alone pull the triggers for a strafing attack.

Extreme fear lingered in their hearts, almost driving them to madness.

These people had no qualifications to face him at all. Mortarion thought that they were just a pile of currency used in exchange for benefits in the hands of the Lord of Mankind, a group of poor people who were deceived and manipulated by his father.

They were so vulnerable in mind, body, and strength that Mortarion thought he could kill them with just a sneeze.

The Emperor had never wanted to help these mortals, unlike the other Dark Gods who generously blessed them and made them stronger. He just keeps taking, squeezing and harvesting from them to maintain his tyrannical rule.

"Da da da!"

Some soldiers still plucked up the courage to attack him with their guns.

However, those scattered bullets couldn't even break through his defense, let alone try to hurt him or even defeat him directly.

The Daemon Primarch ignored the attacks and rushed forward at an astonishing speed, so fast that the Astra Militarum soldiers could not catch him.

They just watched the terrifying humanoid monster suddenly disappear from the place, and then felt a strong wind blowing over.

The next moment, everything in the field of vision began to spin.

The picture is constantly upside down, and the light and shadow are distorted and blurred.

In the chaos, the soldiers seemed to see a body that had lost its upper body collapse, and their instinctive familiarity told them that it should be a part of them.

When the soldiers realized the terrible reality that they had been cut in half by the enemy, the boundless darkness immediately swallowed their consciousness.

Mortarion continued his killing spree.

He was like a farmer harvesting crops in a wheat field, harvesting the lives of the Imperial soldiers in front of him. The Scythe of Annihilation in his hand was trembling with excitement as he was fed the souls. The servo motor on the scythe made a terrifying roar. The blood of the victims splattered across the ravaged, sticky soil of Nurgle's Gardens.

Under the leadership of the Daemon Primarch, tens of thousands of Death Guards and countless Nurgle Daemons also rushed into the Empire's positions, fighting closely with the major loyalist battle groups trying to maintain the front.

Mortals cannot stop the Lord of Death from advancing, and the same goes for superhuman Space Marines.

Crimson Fist, Hospital Knight, Silver Skull, White Templar. No warrior is Mortarion's enemy. The loyalists who tried to stop him were defeated one after another. The huge gap in strength was so shocking. People feel hopeless.

In this way, thousands of corpses were used to open a path, and the fallen demigods rushed directly into the empire's main formation, intending to take the head of the Sun Lord directly and put an end to this ridiculous farce.

And there, waiting for him was an elite force composed of Gray Knights, Sisters of Silence and the Emperor's Custodes.

These are characters Mortarion hates.

Although the Lord of Death hates all those loyal to his tyrannical father, he hates these groups more than any other fool.

The Forbidden Army is a group of dogs that guard the emperor's home and courtyard. They are loyal dogs among loyal dogs. They have a strong ideological imprint in their minds and are completely hopeless and miserable slaves.

Their presence is yet another example of the Emperor's hypocrisy.

Because compared to the Primarch who is his descendant, the Lord of Mankind prefers these humanoid tools whose thoughts are restrained and whose will is at his disposal.

If the Emperor could bind the minds of his Primarchs to this extent, Mortarion had no doubt that he would do so.

Fortunately, there are still four gods in the subspace, so all the sentient beings in the universe can choose other fates besides enduring his father's tyranny and becoming a stepping stone for him to ascend to godhood.

Of the remaining two: the Sisters of Silence are soulless beings, insulators of the Warp whose very existence is capable of suppressing psychic powers and even killing demonic creatures outright.

The very existence of these beings is simply their natural enemy, a vulnerability that taints the perfection of the Warp.

The Gray Knights are the best selected from various Space Marine chapters. They are full-time anti-demon troops with psychic powers. They are luxuriously equipped and cannot be corrupted by Chaos.

In addition, Mortarion also had a grudge with them - the last time he came to the physical universe to cause trouble, he was exiled by the Gray Knight Supreme Master Kaldor Diego using his real name, and he still had a heart problem. He was engraved with the name of his defeated general and suffered unprecedented shame and humiliation.

Therefore, in Mortarion's eyes, all of these guys must die, and no one must be spared.

If these precious "large denomination currencies" were lost, I believe even that inhumane father would feel pain.