Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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"That bastard Typhonse is dead."

Inside the Endurance flagship, Mortarion observed the imaging equipment made of rotting flesh and steel, which accurately displayed the entire war that took place in the Onila system.

Even microscopic details can be observed.

The device showed Typhons being impaled by Foros's spear, but instead of dying, he released his psychic powers and disappeared.

For Typhons, pure material damage no longer poses much of a threat, unless it is suppressed by the black stone.

"We should take action." Vashtor walked to Mortarion with his scepter. "We have reduced our strength for the next war, and everything I gave you has been added to your fleet. Now is the time for the true Lord of Death to take action.”

Mortarion wanted to refute Vashtor, what do you mean by giving me something?

But Vashtor's words about the true Lord of Death satisfied Mortarion, and he nodded: "I have actually been looking forward to a big war, but I didn't have the ability to fight a big war before."

Although the Death Guard has not been split into warbands, they still face the same troubles as other rebel forces.

Logistical supply issues.

The problem of power differentiation.

The Death Guard has broken into several small warbands.

But now the situation is different. Vashtor has taken on the logistics supply of the Death Guard, and it promises to provide all-round supplies from power armor to weapons.

Among the dark gods, the demonic servants of the three gods either play with plague all day long, or are addicted to conspiracy and pleasure.

Only the great demons of Khorne can forge war machines, and there is even a great demon who can build airplanes. But Mortarion is not Angron, and even if he is afraid, he cannot order the great demon of Khorne to move.

Now Vashtor has taken on the logistical responsibilities very well.

Not only power armor, weapons, but also more powerful war machines.

"I will bring a great battle to my brother." Mortarion turned around and flapped his broad wings to drive his tall body, raising a stench of wind.

Vashtor watched Mortarion leave, lowered his head and said to himself: "It's time for me to do my thing."

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The plague fleet in the Onila system has been beaten down to only two hundred ships.

All battleships of Ultramar and Tyron's navy faced the plague fleet and carried out the final attack.

At this moment, a subspace crack appeared at Mandeville Point directly behind all the battleships in the fleet, and a huge fleet composed of two thousand battleships slowly poured out of the crack.

This fleet is composed of all the warships that Mortarion can use. It can be said that if these warships sink here, the Death Guard will be unable to conduct large-scale wars for two thousand years in the real universe.

And this is almost a sure thing.

Although they emerged from directly behind the Tyronn and Ultramar navies, and although this fleet, which was twice the number and quality of Mortarion's fleet, took time to turn, they still had overwhelming numbers and quality. Advantage.

Mortarion's fleet looks like it's here to die.

However, as the Endurance flagship exited the subspace, the Glory Humanity's detectors scanned another type of war machine.

One hundred and twenty fortresses emerged from the warp.

Each fortress has orbital defense platform-level turrets, and such turrets are spread throughout the fortress, and the fortress obviously uses cutting-edge technology - a subspace energy shield similar to the Vaal Talisman that can break down physical attacks.

Even the Tyron Navy rarely engages in bombardment with orbital defense platforms without a huge advantage, because these big guys don't need to consider the length of supply, fuel usage, turning speed, sailing speed... they only need to carry the most The weapons just need to float in the orbit of the planet.

The one hundred and twenty fortresses emerging from the subspace are the defense platforms among the orbital defense platforms, the strongest among the strongest.

"Mortarion shouldn't have these things!"

Inside Macragge's Glory, Guilliman and Qin Mo stood side by side in front of the porthole, staring at the fortresses that gradually poured out of the cracks.

The appearance of these fortresses is extremely distorted with claws and teeth. They are not like void buildings such as boulders or Galatans, but rather like irregularly shaped demons.

Those fortresses may be demons, or they may be countless demons that make up its foundations, forts, and engines.

At the rear of those fortresses, purple flames were breathed out from their bloody mouths, pushing the fortresses forward.

"Father!"

Tigurias, the director of the Ultramarines Chapter's think tank, walked into the bridge and reported to Guilliman: "I saw a huge amount of land forces being dropped on Onila One. They fought against the Lamenters, and the layout was corrupted. The Black Stone passed by, and then the entire galaxy and our entire fleet fell into destruction."

Guilliman looked back at his heir.

Tigurias is the director of the think tank. What he said he saw must be what was predicted by psychic powers, not what happened now.

But then a communication from the Glory Humanity reported news that a large number of enemy armies were heading to Onila One via subspace teleportation.

"Think tank." Qin Mo turned around, "Did you see the destruction of my fleet in your prediction?"

"No, I couldn't predict it, but I saw the destruction of the Macragge's Glory, which means that the Tyron navy has either withdrawn or has..." Tigurias shook his head.

Qin Mo nodded and began to think about countermeasures.

In the few seconds he thought about it, the demon fortresses reacted as they marched.

Each demon fortress accumulated energy in an instant, and then the 120th fortress released a resonant energy attack. Macragge's Glory was their target.

The void shields of the entire battleship were instantly overloaded, and the remnants of the attack penetrated the side of the original flagship.

The previously modified energy shield was put into emergency use to withstand the remaining attacks, but it obviously could not last long.

"We should immediately stop the enemies on Onila No. 1, but..." Guilliman was thinking, but every tactic he calculated was difficult to be effective in a void battle.

"Leave the void battle to me, and you fight the ground battle." Qin Mo stared at the fortresses, "This is a weapon far superior to a battleship, and I also have weapons like this. I will ensure the victory of the void battle."

"But you..." Guilliman wanted to ask Qin Mo what he wanted to do, but he didn't ask.

In the end, the original body didn't say anything, and explained some things with confidence, and then took the army and teleported to Onila No. 1 to fight the ground battle.

After the Lord of Ultramar teleported to Onira, the Ultramar fleet heard communications from the Macragge's Glory.

"The Primarch transfers command of the fleet to Lord Tyron."