Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

When the Demon Flies or the Nurgle Demon Fly Knights had just left the front line of the Nurgle Demon Army, the light of the bombardment began to flicker again - the anti-aircraft fire accurately struck the Nurgle Air Force, and a large number of Nurgle demons were burned in the flames like a torrential rain. Falling towards the dirty ground.

"Air forces, continue the charge, land forces, attack and advance."

Listening to the short screams of the Nurgle monsters that kept coming in the wind of plague, listening to the Great Unclean Ones who were watching the war and not joining the battle - even the grandfather god's murmurs of dissatisfaction with himself. Mortarion, who understood that this battle was won and that the result would be a 'classic Imperial victory', felt that his heart began to sink faintly. At the same time, the answer he had been avoiding just now became more and more obvious in his heart. Make it clear...

"Is my current opponent really him? If it is really him, then was he already there at that time?"

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"This...Nurgle's troops were bombed so badly."

"There's something wrong with this style of play. It was covered by a large square formation without even covering it up. Leng rushed over from the front - and then stepped into the shooting range and was hit all over the head. Still didn't adjust his tactics, and continued F2A——Isn’t he afraid that his loving father will be displeased if he sends too many units?”

Since there is no need to fight at the moment, the God's Choice, who is sitting under one of the commissar's vehicles in a very un-Astartes manner, can't help but sigh with emotion as he pulls the combat information board in front of him with his finger.

"If he doesn't fight like this, it's hard to use other ways of playing. There are too many Nurgle demons under his command this time, and he doesn't support micro-management at all. Moreover, the ground around us has been burned to a white ground. In theory, those Nurgle things can't be bypassed. It's quite time-consuming and labor-intensive, so from a subspace perspective, it might be better to just F2A. After all, the messy winds of plague lingering around Nurgle Demons can help them defend against long-range attacks, and they are also thick-skinned. The word for having a lot of blood, assuming that the shells blasted out by our vehicles are normal material shells, it is the Emperor's blessing that these few waves of shelling can take away a bunch of plague zombies - it's really too fancy, with the Nurgle Demon, it's better than a disaster movie. The mobility of a disaster movie will most likely lead to an ending where a tiger cannot become a dog.”

Egg used the advantage of the Grenadier's chess piece to quickly analyze the battlefield combined with the characteristics of the Nurgle Demon, and came to the conclusion that "Mortarion's style of play does not have much problem."

"Indeed, from the very beginning, Mortarion's tactics were very clear. He used a large number of Nurgle miscellaneous units as cannon fodder and bait. Mid-to-high-end Nurgle psychic units combined with those Nurgle demon engines and war weapons continued to attack us. The position carried out a push-type suppressive artillery bombardment - his biggest mistake was that he did not recognize that the first wave of shooting was biased towards decoys. As a result, the general layout of his military formation was immediately seen by Senior Sister Fei, who immediately took advantage of the targeted firepower. cover."

Because I considered that if I used the Advent Body of the Forbidden Army to coordinate with the Curse when the battle officially started, I switched the Advent Body to my Legendary Shadow Sword Commander, and temporarily stayed with my Castle Lord Chess Pieces and other units. The political commissar sister at the rear raised her head slightly, looking at another line of fire across the sky, smacking her lips at Ferus's precise battlefield control ability - she guessed that there must be some money in the support that Big E was going to send them. After Senior, the Hammer guys did nothing but entrusted the command of a lot of vehicles to Senior Fei through Big E, and the Primarch of the Iron Hands did not live up to the expectations of the Hammer guys. , using the Hammer Guys' vehicles to dismantle Mortarion's entire tactics in a few clicks - especially the first three waves of strikes directly destroyed most of the long-range firepower operations of the Nurgle Plague Army, which can be called Art!

"However, at this relative speed, Lao Mo's troops will soon be attached to our real front line of defense, right?"

Abathur, who was observing the situation in Warhammer, said this - it is true that without the long-range firepower equivalent to the Hammermen's troops, Mortarion's troops will suffer huge casualties every time they advance, but Nurgle's troops The number is so terrifying that they are still approaching unstoppably, approaching...

"Warhammer wars are like this. Long-range strikes can hardly be the decisive factor. The final victory or defeat is often decided by sword and fire - of course, before engaging in battle..."

Liang Feifan, who still maintained the descendant body of the Gray Knight Paladin, raised the weapon in his hand, locked it forward, and then pulled the trigger hard. A blue and white energy ball with a slight golden light roared out, sending a large piece at the end. The Nurgle daemon ahead was sent back to reincarnation in the warp.

"We still have enough time to 'not talk about martial ethics'."

Thirty-six. The Battle of Nurgle's Garden - a stalemate battlefield

Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion, was one of the loyal Primarchs who fell during the Heresy.

At the moment when his neck was cut off by his friend, Gorgon of the Medusa planet thought that his duty had been forced to come to an end. However, when he was ready to embrace the eternal silence, A golden light brought Ferus to a splendid palace. In this 'afterlife' that he had never seen before, Ferus saw many imperial warriors who had died long ago, and even met this person. The owner of the palace——

A golden shadow, his father's... shadow.

"I see."

from this way

After knowing part of the truth hidden behind the empire's truth from the shadow, Ferus was not angry, nor did he question it, nor was he frustrated because everything he originally believed was actually a sophisticated lie. The steel giant silently shouldered the responsibilities after his death, and led the heroic souls after death into a war that could never end. It is true that the promise his father had made to him had been dissipated, and the rational future of mankind was even more uncertain. Already falling into the laughter of the hungry gods, the empire, which was originally an emergency measure, has become full of loopholes due to the wash of time, and in some places even seems crazier than Chaos. However, Ferus knew that even if there was no hope, even if the future was dim, as long as the human race still existed in the galaxy, he would do his best to open up a road - even if the end of the road was a bottomless cliff.

And today, Ferus, who was called to the battlefield by his father's power, was shocked to find that the inevitable fate set by the dark gods for mankind seemed to have been pried open?

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Above the battlefield, thick fog spreads.

Although Ferrus's ingenious command and perfect calculation allowed the Hammermen's long-range fire vehicle units to successfully exert more lethality than the Hammermen expected, Mortarion summoned from Nurgle's Corrupted Gardens The number of Nurgle demons that came was so great. Therefore, despite suffering all kinds of heavy losses, the frontline troops of the Nurgle Plague Army still managed to make contact with the chess pieces of the Hammermen at the front after withstanding more than ten rounds of artillery attacks - and when the troops from both sides officially At the moment of the collision, the sky and the earth, which had become a battlefield of chaos, were silent for almost a second, and then...

A sudden torrent of Nurgle's corruption!

In an instant, the plague spread everywhere, the poisonous rain poured down, the decay spread, and the clouds of plague fell low - the grandfather god who saw the rotten troops in his garden successfully engaging the invaders did not hesitate to take action, killing the children who had been burning him. The golden power suppressed and pushed away, and at the same time, he quickly repaired the physical defects of his children and healed the wounds in their souls. In the blink of an eye, the morale of the Nurgle Plague Army suddenly exploded to a terrifying level. level!

that is......

"?"

With the "generous help" of the great loving father who had been watching the battlefield, the demons of Nurgle, who were angered by the previous artillery attack, waved the rusty or rotten ones on their hands, stained with Nurgle. The poisonous twisted weapons in the garden couldn't wait to send them into the bodies of subspace beings that stood in front of them and looked the same as ordinary mortals, hoping to spread the gifts from their loving father - rushing to the front. Several of the Great Unclean Ones were wielding rusty swords with their right hands and ringing rotten bells with their left hands, trying to spread as many blessings as possible. However, within three seconds of the engagement, these Nurgle demons discovered something was wrong with their opponents. The place.

Why do these things not show any trace on the body after they are blessed by the power of the loving Father? Why do these things leave no trace of their souls at all after they are destroyed? Why...?

Before these "one devil takes the lead", the Great Unclean Ones use their thinking 'organs', which are essentially a bunch of corrupt things, and are driven by their own dark souls to figure out the problems that arise before them. , the chess pieces destroyed by the Nurgle demons suddenly turned into balls of rolling golden flames, and they were stained with the Nurgle demons closest to them with lightning speed, burning like maggots on the tarsal bones. Burning the essence of these decayed things - in just a few breaths, the Nurgle demons at the front were dead and seriously injured, and a golden wall of flames also took the opportunity to rise from the ground. , firmly blocking the spreading corruption of Nurgle - although the Grandfather God wanted to use his power again to open a way for his children, the crazy increase in the intensity of the war in the other three directions forced him to give up this idea.

"Really soulless?"

Of course, Mortarion, who did not care about the loss of these Nurgle demons at all, did not notice the embarrassing situation of the grandfather god - in fact, after judging that his opponent might be one of his dead brothers, Babaru Si's God of Death has always been in a dreamy state - this state made him a little absent-minded when he floated to the front line to harvest ordinary chess units. It was not until the golden flames burned his body that he cleared away the messy thoughts in his heart. Throwing things out, he started fighting with concentration, but with such concentration, Mortarion also discovered the strangeness of these opponents, and - he further revealed the reason for the strangeness!

"No soul? How is it possible! Everything in the subspace operates based on the soul! Even a stone, a puddle, or a fallen leaf has its own soul! Soulless things are impossible in the subspace exist!"

Hearing Mortarion's words as if talking to himself, the Great Unclean One, who had just had three fingers of his right hand blown off by the explosion of a Krieg Death Engineer chess piece when he was about to die, suddenly said, They screamed in astonishment - they, ordinary unclean beings, were not qualified to visit the great and loving father's hut at will, and naturally they had no idea that their great and loving father had realized something was wrong with these intruders.

"That's the truth, they do appear in front of us, they do burn the shells of you stupid things. I would have

I told you that witchcraft and magic cannot explain everything in the subspace. Only numbers can perfectly explain everything. "

Mortarion replied hoarsely to the Great Unclean One's 'surprise', while he gently turned the scythe and chopped several Cadian soldiers around him into golden fireballs. At the same time, he raised his hand and locked it with the Hades Lamp. Several Krieg soldiers were charging towards him in the distance. A green energy bomb blasted them into flying sparks. As a demon primarch, Barbarus's death did not have any meaning in the conventional sense. The subspace demon was as hungry for souls as the other subspace demons. Therefore, after confirming that the "anti-subspace witchcraft common sense" thing appeared in front of him, Mortarion even felt a little excited in his heart.

——It was a little less exciting than not long ago when I learned that Typhons was only one breath away from physical and spiritual destruction.

Of course, the Pale King's little excitement did not last long - with several brilliant golden rays of light suddenly bursting out among the Nurgle demons, the Hammerman's elite troops headed by Liang Feifan's Gray Knight Paladin squad came to Fei. Under the command of Russ, they accurately landed near some important units of Nurgle demons, and all waved the war blade spears that spread the emperor's wrath - the fire of revenge was rising, and several of them led the key demons. The troops or the Nurgle demons that supported the key psychic powers turned into ashes before they even had time to scream. When Mortarion wanted to adjust the formation, he found that these raiders appeared precisely in front of them. Elsewhere - there was even a round of covering fire.

"As expected of you, my brother."

He fluttered his wings and flew up again. At the same time, he casually used his own weapon to knock a few cannonballs flying towards him into sparks all over the sky. He didn't care at all that he had now become a group of people who were making fun of him. Mortarion stepped on them with perfect effect. The plague insect swarm silently looked down at the demon array under his command. He could clearly see that his front layout had been completely disrupted, and the emergency plan he had envisioned had also been targeted - his brother had not given any instructions. Leaving no room for maneuver, your own Nurgle demon army is being divided and cut off - yes, Nurgle demons are tough and have strong vitality, but on the battlefield of this great game, they are no better than real mortals. many.

"The entire army, abandon all formations and advance with force."

After thinking for a while, Mortarion decisively came up with the best solution to deal with the current situation - he knew Ferus's command art very well, and command in subspace did not have the delay of real combat, and at present Judging from the posture of his opponent, there is no chance of any 'morale' problems - therefore, converting Nurgle's demonic army into random punches and beating them up in a crazy and unorganized manner is his only way out. Although this way out will bring you closer to the 'imperial victory', however, using other methods, there is no possibility of victory at all!

"Is this your choice? Mortarion? Give up all reason and hope that 'Chaos' can lead you to victory?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in Mortarion's ears. This voice was matched by the howls of thousands of Nurgle demons dying. The halo of dusk enveloped the array of demons. People familiar and yet unfamiliar to Mortarion were already slain in front of him.

"Ah...it's you. I thought the first one to challenge me would be my stupid brother."

Looking at the Twilight Raiders in front of him wearing the power armor of the oldest 14th Legion, spray-painted with the colors and emblems when they first met him, Mortarion's eyes hidden behind the mask were in a trance, some kind of The feeling that he had long forgotten arose in the depths of his rotten and dirty soul. This feeling was so weird and real that Mortarion couldn't help but give up floating in the air, drank away the surroundings and wanted to continue - well, the Nurgle demons without order had already stayed away from him. This group of evil stars slowly landed in front of these warriors who had been loyal to him.

"Now you are completely unqualified to fight Master Ferus - the Father of Genes! Look what you have become? You have become the thing you once told us you hate the most!"

Before Garro could finish Mortarion's words, a Twilight Raider walked out of the array and yelled at his genetic father. However, after hearing his son's accusation, Mortarion just chuckled.

"I just existed in another form, and you have crossed that boundary and become a puppet of witchcraft - my brother, Ferrus Manus, must be the same monster as you?"

"When I got along with you on the Endurance, why didn't I realize that you actually had the legendary characteristics of a creature from Ancient Terra? You chose to betray the Emperor, betray the Legion, and betray your own oath. And from the moment you surrender to Chaos, you are already corrupted - escaping will not change your current nature at all, Mortarion."

Since what Mortarion said was indeed so unreasonable, when the Twilight Raider who had attacked Mortarion didn't know how to answer, Gallo brought it back in time - of course, Mortarion Success was angered by Jialuo's words and almost raised his scythe.

"What about you? On Terra, you abandoned me, the Legion, and the greatness - you did not join my immortality, but you willingly surrendered to another thing that was essentially subspace - What’s the difference between you and me?”

"I never

There is denial that I am now a creature of witchcraft, the father of genes. "

Saying the words that made Mortarion's expression change slightly under his hood, Garro sighed and awakened his sword, causing blue-gold light to swim on it. Then, he stared at the sword without fear. Deep within Mortarion's hood.

"But, Mortarion, I still abide by my original oath. I am still fighting for the Emperor, fighting for the Empire, and fighting for humanity. After I became like this, I will be here anytime, anywhere. Spending time in a war with the enemy of mankind - and you, what are you fighting for now?"

"I was originally going to give you a chance to return to my command and become my glorious right-hand man because you cut Typhons like that. But now it seems that you don't want this opportunity - on Terra, I can If I kill you once, I can kill you again here. This time, I won’t give you another chance.”

Completely angered by Gallo's words, Mortarion swung his scythe and slashed hard at Gallo. What answered him was the light of Gallo's sword and the sound of shooting from the dusk attackers.

"Z-Boom!!!!"

Thirty-seven. The Battle of Nurgle's Garden (End) - The Garden of Fire

Garro, former Captain of the 7th Company of the Death Guard, Space Marine from Terra, Knight Errant.

Mortarion, Lord of the Death Guard, Lord of Death to Barbarus, and the Daemon Primarch of Nurgle.

In this turbid and ever-changing subspace, under the influence of these two people who were once close friends and are now irreconcilable, the battle on Terra reappeared in the chaos. Two legendary weapons, 'Silence' and 'Freedom', finally collided together again after thousands of years in the real world. Nurgle's plague swept violently, and the Emperor's holy flames surged. The crystal thread of fate undulates with the trembling of the two weapons - on the seat of the brass skull, the Blood God slightly poked his head. Deep in the Palace of Pleasure, Slaanesh screamed with excitement.

"How stupid you are to be so overestimating your own abilities."

Mortarion's hoarse voice cut through the buzzing swarm of Nurgle, rubbing against Garro's soul like the worst kind of sandpaper. Barbarus' Death God easily withstood the Knight Errant's slashes, and at the same time, he still had the energy to flap his wings to bounce back the projectiles flying towards him - when the bombs or other things flew back to the Twilight Raiders When they were in front of me, they had all been dyed an unknown rotten green.

"..."

Garro did not respond to his original body's provocation. He calmed his breathing deeply, feeling the power of Mortarion transmitted back from his sword blade. He stabilized his legs and let his feet Standing firmly on the ground, resisting with all his strength the attack of death from Barbarus - the golden fire danced crazily on his body and on the edge of his sword, devouring the plague, killing the insects, and burning The blade that burned Silence also "burned" Mortarion's eyeballs.

"Is this your current power? You could have been stronger!"

After a stalemate with Garro for almost three seconds, Mortarion, who felt that he would definitely have the upper hand, turned on the taunt mode, flicked his wings fiercely, and rolled up two jets of warm and decaying water. The tornado of fog made the fog around him and Jia Luo begin to become bad and thick. As the mist rose, the tentacles of Nurgle's plague climbed up Garro's feet, and the voice of the Lord of All Things began to linger in Garro's ears - the fair God of Darkness who loved all life endured. Four waves of heart-wrenching pain were inflicting on him, and he promised the knight errant that as long as he was willing to fall into his arms, he would love him beyond Typhons - even if he just wanted to lie motionless, the Plague Father would Will tolerate his behavior, because Grandfather God loves him, and Grandfather God hopes to give him true peace.

Then, Garro’s answer to Nurgle was——

A golden shock wave centered on his body exploded and spread, purifying the nearby Nurgle pollution!

"You refused your last chance, Nathaniel, just like you refused to stand by my side..."

Although he was taken a big step back by the power from 'him', the hands holding the scythe were trembling slightly due to the impact of the power, and there were several spots on the corrupted armor he was wearing. Burn marks. However, the Pale King, who felt that there was nothing wrong with his condition, just gently stirred up his power, and let himself float in the air a few feet above the ground in an 'anti-gravity' posture, with his head slightly lowered, and in a With a condescending posture, he stared at Jialuo, who was as stable as a mountain, but the flames on his body were dimmed no matter how you looked at it. The devil's original body could see that Jialuo's form had become slightly unstable due to the energy explosion just now.

"My allegiance is first to the Emperor, to the Empire, to humanity, and then to you, Mortarion. From the moment you chose to betray, it was destined that we would never be able to travel together again - as for what is behind you?"

Under the gaze of his Primarch, Garro made a very un-Knight-errant move. He cleared his throat and spat out a mouthful of phlegm-like substance onto the Nurgle carpet at Mortarion's feet. On the ground, accompanied by the rustling sound of something being corroded and the rising white smoke, the twisted life under Mortarion's feet quickly withered, and the fact that he was insulted by his own heir began to swallow up the little sanity in his soul. .

"I will have your soul buried forever in Ci within three moves.

In the Father's Garden, Nathaniel - You don't need to regret now, because in the future you will have endless time to regret your sins today. "

Mortarion swung his scythe vigorously again, slashing at Garro in an absolutely wide-open manner, and the answer he received from Garro was a chuckle.

"Ah?"

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Kugas is very sad now.

Although Nurgle's chief demon has always been extremely sad, now, Kugas feels that he has broken the defense in the subspace sense.

Without him, his friend, his ally, the demon primarch Mortarion, who currently leads a demonic legion of seven times seven times seven times the Great Unclean One, actually chose to use the simplest and most simple method. Rough methods and even the demons of Tzeentch may not know what to call them now. The subordinates of the guy who was previously collectively called the "cursed one" by the demons fought in a chaotic mess, easily causing hundreds of thousands of people - no. , it may be said that it is the eternal death of brothers measured in millions. But he himself had an "I don't care" look, fighting with a bunch of things that Kugas wanted to hide from, and he was obviously enjoying it - he didn't care at all that he was always there. The Grandfather God, who is suffering from the pain caused by the four forces, will cry heartbrokenly from time to time because of the deaths on the battlefield he is responsible for, and even the entire Nurgle Garden becomes gloomy and gloomy - the Nurgle beast is limp and has no energy, Nurgle The spirits looked at each other, and Nurgle flies flew blindly and disorderly. Even the most carefree Nurgle toads...

It looks shaky!

Moreover, for Kugas, this matter has another even worse problem, one that is closely related to him - because of Mortarion's poor demonic connections, a considerable part of the demonic army assembled under his command is Ku'gas used his own connections to help find Mortarion. If all his friends of the Great Unclean One suffered heavy losses due to Mortarion's operations...

Although Rotigus was weakened by Typhons' incident, his loving father still looked after them!

"No, I have to go to the front line to help."

He briefly sketched the consequences of Mortarion's defeat in his soul. Even though he was the chief demon of Nurgle, it was theoretically impossible for him to be swallowed by the plague. Ku'gas felt that it was in his soul. There was a chill. So, in order to prevent his worst guess from turning into reality, Kugas decisively packed up a bunch of bottles and cans, brought along his personal demon soldiers, and asked the Nurgling to lift his favorite sedan. He rushed to the battlefield in person - the Great Unclean One knew that his move would definitely displease Mortarion, but it had no choice.

However......

When Kugas, with the help of his Nurgling, rode the plague wind of Nurgle Garden and rushed to the battlefield as quickly as possible, a series of golden lightnings transmitted by the Terminator were firmly sealed. It was possible to step further into the depths of the battlefield. Before Kugas could complain loudly, the voice of the original Iron Hands reached the ears of the Great Unclean One with a searing heat.

"Nurgle's filthy creation—your opponent is me."

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Swinging the scythe again and again.

Mobilizing the power of the great and loving Father again and again.

Pull the trigger again and again.

The demon primarch named Mortarion is still fighting, still continuing a duel that he thought could be over long ago - the armor he wears already has more signs of being burned. , there were even a few obvious sword marks. The vicious plague clouds churning on his huge scythe were already thinner than at the beginning, and most of the swarms of plague bugs flying behind him had been damaged—— The rotten ulcers growing on the ground beneath his feet had long since dissipated, replaced by pure white.

Pure white like nothing.

"Is this the power you get after selling everything and betraying everything? Mortarion? How many moves are there now? The tenth move or the twentieth move?"

Garro of the Twilight Raiders is still fighting, although his condition looks broken. The double-headed eagle logo on his chest is full of cracks, his right shoulder pad is missing, and his left hand is missing. Only half of the gauntlet remained, revealing the golden surging body inside - except for the free sword in his hand, which was still lingering with blue light and still boiling with the emperor's wrath.

"However, you are almost defeated, Garro - I have prepared a tomb for your soul, an eternal tomb."

Mortarion used his skinny hands to stabilize his scythe to prevent it from being knocked off balance by Garro's counterattack, and at the same time took a deep breath - this instinctive behavior of a living person has already faded. Forgotten in the soul of the Lord, but now, Barbarus's God of Death needs to use this action to force himself to return his attention to the collision of blades.

"Really? Are you so sure that you can take my soul away from 'His' hands? With your courage that you don't even dare to face 'His' flames?"

Although his body was covered with scars, Jialuo's sword moves were still steady, and the knight errant's sword light shone in the air that was no longer polluted.

The golden winds rolled up one after another, forcing the demonic original body of the Death Guard, forcing him to continuously use stronger and heavier attacks - the swords and sickles kept hitting each other, and the sound of collisions disappeared in the subspace. Rolling thunder.

finally.......

In the process of retreating after another collision, Garro, who was already at the end of his strength, revealed a fatal flaw. Of course, this flaw was captured by Mortarion, who had been looking for a way to end the existence of his heir again with one blow. , the Death God of Barbarus raised his scythe high, split the remaining fog in the air, and slashed hard at Garro's chest - the powerful power of the devil's original body swung away Garro's hastily intercepted power sword, and he was stunned. It cut into the position where the knight errant's heart should be, and firmly suppressed it on the ground - just like before, just like the battle on Terra.

"As you can see, He cannot keep you."

Seeing the power of the great and loving father begin to circulate on Gallo's body, Mortarion's face under the hood finally showed his first smile since the war began. He stirred his scythe harder in order to let It can penetrate deeper into the soul of his own heir - he wants to take Gallo's soul away, and he has arranged a cemetery for the soul of the knight errant - an eternal tomb in the festering fungus next to his rotting hut. .

"Um???"

Suddenly, a strange, unprecedented feeling swept into Mortarion's heart, causing the demon primarch to involuntarily twitch his weapon, spread his wings, and quickly move away from the body that should have been lost at the highest speed. Garro had lost his fighting power - and his judgment was undoubtedly correct - when the Nurgle corrosion given to Garro by Mortarion infected every inch of Garro's body, the knight errant's body showed no signs of it. It turned into a blazing fireball!

"Ha-is this your ending? He actually wants to use such a trick to hurt me?"

Mortarion, who easily figured out the 'reason' why Gallo became like this after being killed by him, had just let out a short laugh, and Gallo's deep voice caused his movements to press the stop button - -The soul of the knight errant did not dissipate, but shone brightly in this fire. But, how is this possible? I obviously have already! ! !

"It's really sad. Now you can't even tell whether your opponent has been defeated - where did the God of Death of Barbarus go?"

Standing in the flames, Garro stared at Mortarion's movements with his pupils, and at the same time, he was secretly shocked by the power the Emperor had given him this time - just now, he had actually prepared for the worst outcome. However, the scattered body on his body turned into the purest power, firmly supporting his soul again - even Jia Luo could clearly hear the purest emotions surging in the hearts of his comrades. , hear what they crave most!