Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

When Mortarion once again stepped on the most fragrant and sacred land in the garden, what he saw was a sad scene that had never appeared in the family of the loving father. The great loving father of Nurgle lay beside his crucible, crying. A large number of great unclean ones sat or lay around the grandfather god, and the smiles on their faces in the past had turned into sadness. The great unclean one who had the best relationship with him, Ku'gath, always had a sad face, and the pain written on his face had turned into thick water, dripping on the ground - the plague flies no longer flew, the Nurgle beasts were listless, the plague zombies were dumbfounded, and even the Nurglings had lost their normal liveliness.

"That's why I'm begging you, Mortarion, because of Typhons' current situation, the Grandfather's domain has been invaded by the other four Chaos Gods, especially the new Chaos God, who doesn't understand the unspoken rules of the Great Game. He is burning the Father's domain, slaughtering our compatriots, and trampling on the lives of all things. So far, thirty brothers have left us forever..."

Just as the Death frowned slightly, trying to figure out why the Father Nurgle actually entered the weird sustainable crying, Rotigus's slightly tired voice came into his ears.

"So, He really has..."

With his mind racing, Mortarion, who completely understood who Rotigus was talking about the 'new Chaos God', couldn't help but clench his fists. The soul that had long been silent because of Nurgle's power began to surge - the Pale King of Barbarus couldn't tell what he felt in his heart now, anger after being deceived? Sure enough, so relieved? Or some other more unclear emotions?

"Although it is not completely certain, the four, including the Great Father, have basically recognized this fact."

Rotigus slowly explained the current situation to Mortarion, and shook his head uneasily. As he did this, some maggots crawled out of the corners of his mouth, and were frightened back into the Great Unclean One because of the oppressive aura around him. Mortarion did not immediately take up Rotigus's words, but just stood there quietly, gently vibrating his wings, breathing heavily-

After a long time, Mortarion finally raised his head.

"What does the Great Father of Nurgle want me to do? Except to let that idiot thing step back into reality."

"......."

Probably understood that at least it was absolutely useless to discuss the matter of Typhons with Mortarion now. Rotigus sighed deeply, shook his head and left Mortarion. Seeing that Mortarion was so stubborn, Kugath, who didn't want to show up, had to rub his stomach, walked to Mortarion with a sad face, raised his hand, and gently patted Mortarion's shoulder.

"Then at least, go tell your former master, the domain of Nurgle's father, that He cannot help being so presumptuous."

"Well... I can do this, so, is the place to start the war in reality or in the warp?"

Since Kugath did not mention Typhons, who was a jerk in Mortarion's eyes, and Kugath was indeed a good friend of Mortarion, Mortarion was willing to listen to Kugath's fatherly instructions to him - and now he was indeed restless and eager to vent with a battle.

"The battlefield is in the warp - the real universe, we can't rebuild an anchor point for you to pass in a short time - well, if you can repel the troops of the new Chaos God, maybe we can get a good anchor point!"

Thinking that the structure of the real world galaxy that Typhons stepped into was secretly in line with the domain of the father Nurgle, Kugath's tone suddenly showed a little excitement that he rarely had. At this time, the kind father Nurgle, who had almost finished crying, slowly turned his head and looked at Mortarion standing with a sickle, his voice full of kindness - morbid kindness.

"My child, can you do it? Take back what I deserve for me? Let my love be better embraced by everything?"

"Of course, kind father Nurgle."

——————————————The dividing line of Tzeentch————————————————————

The Crystal Labyrinth is shaking.

The books in the huge library are flying out frantically, using the knowledge in it to "physically" smash some unlucky visitors to death, and condensing new clerical knowledge, flying back to a specific position on the bookshelf - the horror demons responsible for copying and proofreading this knowledge hold feather pens, and they are busy tapping their heels on the back of their heads - but even if a bunch of horror demons are destroyed because of such busyness, these demons still find it difficult to cope with the changes in the entire Tzeentch Labyrinth.

The Lords of Change were whispering, discussing, and trying to glimpse the changes in the future - even including Carlos the Fateweaver - the chief demon under Tzeentch rarely joined the discussion of other Tzeentch demons with extraordinary enthusiasm, and what he said was regarded as the key to breaking the deadlock by many Tzeentch demons.

The Usurper Heaven was ecstatic, the Devil Bird God was eager, and the changing crystal lines shook the fate of the stars, making the fate of mortals who were involved in the Tzeentch domain in reality as unpredictable as a kaleidoscope - and the reason why Tzeentch was so excited was because...

"Ha ha ha ha! Nurgle! Nurgle! You also have a present!!! Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Watching the realm of Nurgle being invaded and beaten by the Blood God's 888 troops, Slaanesh's 666 troops, his own 999 troops, and the troops of the new god who entered the game at the same time. The scene in which Tzeentch's entire god's appearance was bouncing and swaying on its own lotus platform, twisting and turning, changing wildly - the defeat of Typhons caused Nurgle to lose its key anchor point in reality, This led to the rapid retreat of Nurgle's power in reality - and this situation was reflected in the subspace, bringing the result that Nurgle's realm also began to decline... Therefore, other Chaos Gods did not take advantage of the situation, Waiting for the New Year? Well, ask them why they didn’t take advantage of the situation at the beginning? Is that because they haven't determined whether a certain guy has entered the game?

Now...the four gods basically have no doubts. A certain cursed guy has entered the game! Although he is a bit unruly, even though his power is still so annoying, considering his nature, this unruliness is barely within the acceptance range of the Chaos Gods. In short, as long as you are in the game, it is a good thing! Especially for Tzeentch, one more person means the birth of exponential changes!

"Quack quack - what other changes can I see next? Looking forward to it! Looking forward to it!!"

Thirty-four. The Battle of Nurgle’s Garden—Mortarion Appears

The flames that have not yet been extinguished are extinguished in the craters, the smell of gunpowder smoke is permeating the air, burnt black marks can be seen everywhere, the blood that has not yet dried up is quietly stagnant in the craters, and the broken limbs scattered everywhere are even slightly twitching from time to time. For a moment, it seems to be telling the visitors in this wasteland that they are still alive and they can be saved!

Of course, there is definitely no possibility of them being rescued...

If this scene appears in any human being in the real world, or even in any alien settlement, then this scene must mean that this place has suffered a brutal war and plunder and massacre that cannot be thought of with common sense. However, if this scene appears in Entered the Chaos Demon Realm—even appeared in the realm of the Lord of All Things?

Well, in some sense, this is more 'cruel'.

"So, why are there villages in Nurgle's realm? And why do they seem so orderly?"

After rummaging through the ruins for a long time, I found nothing but a pile of broken bowls, pots, rusty boxes, and rotten wood.

The God's Chosen, who had gained nothing, raised his gun, and a ball of fire burned all these things that were actually some manifestations of Nurgle, while he was madly complaining in the hammer chat room - in fact, all the way just now When it burned to this place, this small village spontaneously built by the demons of Nurgle almost made the hammer guys think that they had gone astray and burned into the territory of other subspace sub-gods until the political commissar sister's chess pieces were determined. The leader of this village is a Great Unclean One, and the Nurgle demons in this village formed a team as expected and ran to the jungle area outside to start fungus planting activities...

"Think about the plague villages in human history. Perhaps this kind of village in Nurgle's realm is an afterimage of their concepts."

The political commissar sister, who led her own formation of the Forbidden Army and strode into this scorched earth, ordered her Cadian chessmen to search the surrounding area to ensure that not a single Nurgling or even a fly could escape the purification they brought. Just now he spoke slowly in the Hammer Chat Group.

"Why does it have to be human beings? The origin of the chaos in the subspace can be traced back to the War in Heaven. Can't it be from other intelligent creatures, such as bean sprouts? Even more outrageous, it can't be from extragalactic galaxies? Outside the Milky Way, there are really only insects. group?"

Liang Feifan changed his descending body and, as the commander of Taitaiquan Company, led his chess troops to clean up all kinds of debris in the battlefield that had not been completely burned, so as to prevent these things from becoming new troubles in the waves of subspace. He casually picked up a piece of rotten wood, looked up and down for a while at the screaming pattern formed by the pattern on it, shrugged his shoulders, and threw the thing into the blazing golden fire beside him - accompanied by an imperceptible puffing sound. , a small group of black mist disappeared without a trace in the fire.

"I said Liang Feifan, you are looking too high on GW's imagination - their strongest imagination is focused on how to 'reasonably' increase the price of chess pieces, and how to force players to eliminate old versions of chess pieces, and then When asking players to buy new chess pieces and give them money, how can they have more energy to deepen the world view? It’s not a joke if GW doesn’t understand Warhammer!”

As an oil guy player, Egg, who was deeply hurt by some of GW's operations, was gnashing his teeth and chatting in the Hammer Guy chat room, while he and his Baymaxes were holding tight to the triggers, making the flames of various combustible weapons unstoppable. Broken limbs and writhing in pools of blood - washed away by the concept of 'Emperor's Fire', the last vitality of the burned demons was cut off one after another, and their last existence was turned into ashes and merged into Asia. In the wind of space.

"Indeed, the 40K worldview is open again, and GW can't do anything without its own efforts - well, let's not talk about that annoying company for now. Have you ever counted how many Nurgles we have killed so far? Big devil?"

"Forehead.....?"

Silence's question made the hammermen look at each other in confusion for a while. After a few seconds, Guxian, who had been showing the Nurgle demons what real assassination was, spoke first.

"Sorry, I'm playing with a real bolt gun. I probably killed two or three Nurgle Demons alone, but it's also possible that I killed four or five?"

"My pawn is Krieg, I don't care."

The Lich Lord, who had already been involved in the drama for more than 50% of the time, failed to provide any effective information - now he was already addicted to the Krieg artillery to clear the way, and then the Krieg Death Cavalry's 'Mount and Blade 40K' was completely Decoder Board's gameplay - and the results are quite impressive.

"About thirty or forty, I'm not sure because they refresh not very regularly, and..."

The political commissar sister, who had made some statistics, used the weapon in her hand to incinerate a shivering Nurgling hiding under a rusty metal plate. She turned her head slightly and pointedly nodded at the Nurgling they had rolled over. direction.

"These Great Unclean Ones are much weaker than the seven heads we dealt with at the beginning."

"Is it normal for demons to be divided into strong and weak ones? Compared with Kugas and the impure passers-by, Kugas must have an overall advantage?"

God's choice is puzzled.

"That's not what I meant. I had a duel with a Nurgle scribe at the door before. It managed to make a few moves in my hands. As a result, the Great Unclean One in this village just now, strictly speaking, even me I didn’t even eat half of the moves..."

"Don't tell me, I feel the same way. In the beginning, I felt a little pressure to penetrate the pile of Nurgle demons with my white scar. But now along the way, I don't feel any difficulty in intersecting - the big demon of the Nurgle family. Is the difference in strength so big?”

After trampling a worm that was trying to squirm away in front of him to death, and then using a decomposition field to prevent it from reincarnating, Abathur, who had been enjoying the recent waves with his own white-scarred chess piece, also felt this way. .

"Maybe... right? But, if the Nurgle family is so weak, will the other three gods come to him to fight against the autumn wind? Or are there such 'common demons' in the territories of the other three gods?"

"I don't comment on Slaanesh, but no matter how much you think, it's impossible for Khorne to have such a thing, right?"

Just when the hammer guys fell into their habitual digressions, divergent thinking, and unclear reasoning about the chaos in the subspace, a buzzing sound like muffled thunder rolled in from a distance without any warning, and came in clearly In everyone's ears, at the same time, the Nurgle pollution reaction on the floating display window in front of the Hammermen suddenly surged and increased dramatically - the dead wind wrapped in countless rotten corpses and festering organic matter slowly blew towards the earth that has been purified, and re-

It brought fungal spores and plague seeds, thick green clouds came with the wind, and let the stinking super-nutrient juice turn into torrential rain and pour down - in an instant, the lush and decaying Nurgle jungle reappeared on the earth. Rising, countless chaotic beings once again ran through the jungle.

"Is that... a moth?"

Although the Nurgle wind blowing is so strong that some of the chess pieces of the common line-resistance series at the front have varying degrees of 'contaminated by Nurgle' marks, the hammer guys are at this moment. They no longer care much about this detail, because a very, very attractive existence has appeared in the eye of the typhoon of the roaring Nurgle swarm storm!

"Yes, it seems that Garro's move of cutting the real legion commander of the Death Guard into eighteen pieces and making the Terminus a collectible of the figure king successfully angered the chief divine champion of the Death Guard?"

Looking at Mortarion, who was standing in the sky with huge wings spread out, assuming that the messy things flying around him were imagined as auspicious clouds or other things, it would be a picture of an immortal descending to earth, Liang Feifan quickly put his The descending body switched to the Gray Knight Paladin, while he was making comments about Barbarus' Death - well, the kind of comments that could make Mortarion directly transform into Angron.

"On this mission, I first met the figure king and made a PY deal, and then watched the real legion commander of the Death Guard being chopped into eighteen pieces by the Twilight Raiders' knight errant and losing the Terminus. Now, we can also compete with the Death Guard’s chief divine champion! Ha! This is worth the price!”

God's Chosen Fly rubbed his hands, and at the same time, the ability of Blood Raven's descending body also made him involuntarily keep locking the weapon in Mortarion's hand and the gun on his waist in the center of the distant storm - as we all know, Blood Raven's Holy The inventory contains everything, so it should be reasonable for me, now fighting as the Blood Raven, to find a way to get away with Mortarion's equipment?

"So, why is he still floating there? According to the strength of the demon primarch, he should have a rough estimate of our military strength, right?"

Already in a state of combat readiness, ready to attack the traitor the moment Mortarion enters the threat range of his team at any time, he enthusiastically covered the traitor with artillery fire and bit the Krieg charge sentry. There was a slight doubt in his tone - it is true that Mortarion, as the original body of the Death Guard, likes the tactics of heavy infantry advancing slowly, but floating in the sky motionless like this is just a pile of demons and demon engines at his feet. Operation...

Is that too cautious?

"He's scared."

While the Hammers were arranging their pawns to build a new front line, estimating the shooting elements, burning the Nurgle pollution that came too close, and locking the window on the demon primarch who was still floating in the air in the distance, posing a "foot on the wind and clouds, hand holding the stars" posture, and maliciously speculating why the Death Guard chief champion who had perfectly interpreted the word "turnaround" in the primarch duels since the Horus Heresy did not come with the Nurgle demon F2A whose number had been increasing, the voice of Big E sounded solemnly in the ears of the Hammers.

"Hmm?"

".....Don't say it, Fluttermoth is indeed afraid. Don't forget that in the God's Plague, Fluttermoth saw the cowardly look of Old Thirteen who was possessed by the Emperor. To be honest, he didn't have the domineering power that a Primarch should have."

"So why did it come? In fact, it can be seen from all angles that if Mortarion doesn't want to move, it is actually difficult for Nurgle to order it."

When Big E revealed the answer in front of the Hammers, the Hammers collectively made a sound of "Oh, so that's it" - indeed, although this answer is a little incredible, it is perfect for Mortarion, the Primarch who calls himself the God of Death Barbarus but has never seen through life and death!

"Since it's scared, I'll lead the team to attack it first, right? By the way, I'll recall the experience of being beaten twice by the Khan. Damn! The concentration of this Nurgle Plague is almost condensed into a pool of water in the air! Is Mortarion so scared?"

Rigid and ready to give Mortarion a happy first, Abathur had just pulled up his group of white scars, and was shocked by the data that skyrocketed again in front of him. If the Nurgle Plague just now only brought more than 95% humidity to the air, the current Nurgle Plague is simply blatantly moving the rich plague lotion in the air. To be honest, even in the Nurgle Garden, this phenomenon seems a bit too extreme!

"He is trying to interpret this battle with the rules of the 'Great Game'. Therefore, when the power of Nurgle begins to erode my domain in his opinion, he will take action. How ridiculous, he has become the kind of monster he hates the most without knowing it."

Big E's voice is like a sigh, and also like lamenting his misfortune and being angry at his lack of struggle. The Hammers, who knew the meaning of Big E's words, were silent for a long time. Finally, the Commissar broke the silence.

"Are we just waiting?"

"Yes, Mortarion is trying to 'cut off' the channel for my Cursed Legion to come to this chaotic space. We just need to wait quietly and let him think he has succeeded. In addition, Commissar, I remember you have a 100-man Iron Hand Terminator Group?"

"Yes, there are more than 100 of them now - just because of my personal hobby, they are all painted in the 30K era. At present, they are still in the reserve force area and have not been projected by me. Big E, what's the matter with you asking this?"

For some reason, Big E suddenly asked this question. The Commissar swiped the light screen in front of her, confirmed the types of all the troops she brought this time, and gave Big E a positive answer.

"I will first let Mortarion think that he has squeezed my power out of Nurgle's filthy garden, so that he will have the courage to attack you. Therefore, the number of cursed warriors I can send to assist you in the battle at the beginning will not be too many, except for those warriors who are already fighting."

"Ah this-"

"But the quality will be guaranteed."

After saying this, Big E once again "cast his eyes" on the political commissar sister.

"Political commissar sister, I have an unwelcome request. When the head of my cursed legion steps into the Nurgle Garden, can you please give him the command of the more than 100 Iron Hands Terminator chess pieces under your command?"

35. Battle of Nurgle Garden-Mortarion's Advance

Everything is counted.

This is the creed of Mortarion, the primarch of the Death Guard.

As a Primarch who firmly believed that everything can be explained by science, even though the Lord of Death fell into the arms of Nurgle under the conspiracy of Typhons and became a demon Primarch under Nurgle, and witnessed countless bizarre things in Nurgle's garden, Mortarion still firmly believed that mathematics - or the basic numbers of mathematics, could explain everything within perception. Therefore, the only one who could get along well with him was K'Gath, the chief demon of Nurgle, who was also a freak compared to other unclean ones. After all, in some senses, K'Gath, who always had a sad face, could hardly connect his thinking circuits with other unclean ones - and the most direct result of Mortarion's narrow magic vein was...

Admittedly, Mortarion had a special status among the demons of Nurgle that was almost supreme, but among the demons of Nurgle, he was only slightly better than the invisible man!

Today, however, Mortarion's name - for better or for worse - must be known to the demons of Nurgle's realm. Under the arrangement of the great Grandfather God, and with the assistance of Kugas, Rotigos, Pollax and other Nurgle demons who are famous in subspace and reality, Mortarion has gathered seven people under his command. The number of great uncleans multiplied by seven times seven, and each great unclean carries various intermediate demons with seven as the base, and these demons such as Nurgle carried by the great unclean Intermediate Nurgle demons such as scribes each brought at least seventy-seven ordinary Nurgle demons - under the command of ordinary Nurgle demons, there are also various numbers of Nurgle zombies based on seven, etc. The most basic brainless Nurgle 'creatures' are soldiers - Nurgle spirits, Nurgle beasts, Nurgle worms, Nurgle toads and other Nurgle creatures that are not included in the regular army, and there are countless more - -These filthy existences are breathing the breath of plague, sowing the seeds of decay, bathing in the rain of fertility, huddled together, laughing and buzzing, eager to pass on the glory of Nurgle, so that the big family of Nurgle can Your own efforts add new compatriots.

Moreover, in addition to these favorite children of the Plague Father, Mortarion also mobilized those corrupted war machines and roaring demon engines on a large scale through his identity as the original body of the Death Guard, so that these Creatures that seemed to be corrupted, but actually possessed stronger and more deadly power, entered the battlefield - the demons bound within them burst out with overwhelming hatred and anger, constantly attacking in a manner that would make ordinary Nurgle demons fearful. Collision in the array - in fact, had it not been for Mortarion's pressure, some war machines might have started killing their own people in order to vent their inner torment...

"Has He really become something like that?"

However, despite the fact that such a large force has been concentrated under Mortarion's command, the number of troops is growing every moment. Looking at the churning golden storm in the distance, Mortarion still maintained his "stand still" state. Standing among the thick Nurgle plague clouds and the sky-filled Nurgle swarms, he silently guided the new Nurgle demons who had joined his army to sort them into suitable teams, while trying his best to suppress the ray of anger in his heart. He himself knew the source of the panic but he just didn't dare to admit it - if his father... ah no, the false emperor really became a being like a great and loving father, what would be the meaning of his current actions? Proudly declare to Him that you have a new master? Or is it simply...using war to escape?

"Mortarion, the great power of the Grandfather God has been reclaiming our fertile lands, and his power has begun to shrink."

Just when Mortarion was trying his best to control the fluctuations in his heart so that he would not do anything outrageous, a swarm of flies flew to his ears. Then, the swarm of flies exploded, and Kugas' voice was heard in his ears. sounded in his ears - in order for him to achieve a decisive result in this battle, his best friend the Great Unclean One personally served as the leader of a very important ritual. Now, the ritual has probably taken shape?

"clear."

After briefly answering his friend, Mortarion was enveloped by the plague worms, silently landed on the top of a huge Nurgle demon engine, and raised his scythe "Silence" high.

', guiding and stirring the clouds in the turbid sky - in an instant, the bells filled with the breath of death sounded heavily on the battlefield. Under the embrace of plague and corruption, the demons of Nurgle slowly pushed and rubbed each other. Moving forward, the foul-smelling liquid was churning under their feet, and the moldy organic matter and excrement were dragged towards the place filled with golden light.

"Sure enough...He was just pretending."

Watching the barricades and defense lines piled up in the imperial style at the front were easily toppled by the demons under his command, watching some soldiers who were unable to retreat screaming and being engulfed by the gunfire of the demon engine, watching The power of the great father regained control of those burned places. Mortarion felt relieved and shook his wings slightly, preparing to fly to the front line to lead the charge in person. However, his front foot had just left the demon. Soon after reaching the top of the engine, a series of golden lights lit up on the distant horizon.

"???Cover the Demon Engine immediately! Hurry!!"

The calculation power of the demon primarch allowed Mortarion to easily grasp the approximate landing point of these golden rays, and valuable commands were transmitted to the entire Nurgle demon group the moment Mortarion completed his judgment. ——Because Mortarion's order was very timely, and the subspace defense deployed by the demons was strong enough, when these "explosives" filled with the concept of subspace bombarded his military formation, Liang When there were fleeting sparks, except for one unlucky Demon engine whose shell was burned, the other vehicles did not suffer any adverse effects.

"..........???"

However, there was no time before Mortarion could taunt or do something else to the enemies in the distance to tell those who followed him that he was no more than that. Another round of golden barrage storm, which was at least ten times faster than the first round of bombardment, struck from a distance - the impact point was directed at the area where the middle and lower-level Nurgle demons were huddled together. Above the warhead, golden The lingering flames, with a feeling like a blade in the throat based on the spread of warp space, perfectly explained one thing to the demons of Nurgle.

If you are affected by the damage caused by them, you may die completely!

"Um?"

"ah!!!!"

"Quack!!!"

Feeling that the threat that could completely separate them from the gentle cycle of their loving father was approaching rapidly, the demons of Nurgle who were still laughing and joking instantly panicked. These filthy things that had been accustomed to endless reincarnation since their birth screamed and fled. Looking at their positions, they randomly squeezed the brothers next to them. One by one, they quickly grabbed the resources at hand at a very unnatural speed, and used subspace psychic energy and filth to build up a structure for themselves that could at least ensure that they would not be burned to death. Defense - By the time Mortarion realized what the purpose of this round of shooting was, the third round of shelling had already followed the second round of shelling...

"Expand anti-aircraft fire! Keep protecting—dammit!"

Unfortunately, Mortarion realized a little too late. The moment he generated the command in his soul, a violent explosion had already swept through Mortarion's plague phalanx, causing Mortarion to Andu had to hold on to something to stabilize his body. The shock wave also swallowed up 95% of the war beasts and demon engines in Mortarion's phalanx. When the Pale Lord finally escaped from this wave When he came back to his senses from the shock, what caught his eyes was the plague phalanx that had been blown to pieces - some of the war machines survived, but most of them were disabled - at least, in this case In war, they can no longer be counted on.

"...Is this kind of precise fire distribution strike method possible?"

Looking at the demonic troops under him who could basically be said to have sent away most of the long-range fire units with scalpel-like precision strikes, a certain familiar feeling came to his mind - being able to use such tactics effectively Being so precise, being able to calculate his reaction to the first wave of attacks so accurately, and therefore achieving such a tactical level of success, must not be a mere mortal. In his memory, he happened to have two brothers who were both good at such tactics. One of them embarked on the same path as himself, but the other one?

Of course, Mortarion did not have time to think about this problem for a long time. As a powerful golden hurricane was generated in the sky, the fatherly plague cloud that had the advantage immediately fell into a difficult state - some The area was even suppressed by golden clouds, and there was an ominous hissing sound like water being dried - such a scene that frightened Chaos caused some people who had survived the explosion just now to lose their body parts. The Nurgle demons made various wailing sounds, and they began to turn into headless flies. They began to try to stay away from the battlefield - this made Mortarion have to spend some effort to calm these rabble demons. 'Come down, when he was finally about to complete this task, the artillery fire roared in again, making several key nodes in his array a mess again.

"Concentrate your efforts to cover the air forces, and the air forces will immediately accelerate and suppress their artillery positions."

Listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds among the demon troops he had assembled, he gritted his teeth and stared at the golden flames burning crazily among the Nurgle demons like tarsal maggots. Mortarion, who was feeling depressed, clenched his fists hard. Once again, he adjusted his strategies and tactics - however, under the overwhelming Nurgle in the sky,