"This is the end of your plunder, traitor!" Standing at the front of the formation, Leontus shouted at the attacking Demon Primordial, "You will suffer another crushing defeat, and the God of Plague will pay the price for his poison on mortal beings." ”

The Sun Lord is not only surrounded by the most elite forces of the entire empire, but also has a large number of powerful vehicles and equipment such as thunder eagle gunboats, knight mechs, and forbidden army dreadnoughts.

With the most precious equipment and the best warriors, and the synergy between them, they may not be without the power to fight against the Demon Primordial.

"Pathetic mortal, do you think you'll be able to bring me down in this way?" The Lord of Death smirked contemptuously, a large amount of green poisonous gas erupted from his gas mask, making his voice even more terrifying, "You're just giving me a chance to hurt him, even the most ruthless slave owner will be saddened by the loss of his property." ”

Although the title of Sun Lord is famous in the Empire, Motarian has never taken it seriously.

In the eyes of the vast majority of Chaos parties, this position is just a mortal mascot specially put on the head of the Space Marines because the Pseudo-Emperor is afraid of the power of the Space Marines, and only wants them to fight to the death for his hegemony and ambition, and does not want them to gain too much power in the Empire.

It is very symbolic, but it has no practical effect, but it can be followed by him to humiliate the empire.

"You've felt your father's power, Motarian, and he's far superior to the evil master behind you, and you can't hurt him, let alone defeat him." Leontus reminded.

There is nothing more than directly talking about the other party's past failures, which can hit the other party's morale and cause the other party to be angry.

What's more, the other party is still an arrogant genetic protologist.

"We'll know that when I cut off that stupid head of yours, won't we?" Motarian said with a gloomy face.

The Lord of Death beckoned, and the Death Guards behind him immediately pounced, fighting fiercely with the three forces of the Praetorian Army, the Grey Knight, and the Sisters of Silence.

The Demon Primordial Body was menacing, coming straight at Leontus himself.

Seeing this, the forbidden army at the front of the battle array hurriedly greeted him, trying to stop the decapitation of the Lord of Death, and in the depths of this Nurgle Garden, the emperor's closest relatives and the emperor's favorite began to fight each other.

As a mortal, Leantus could not see any of the course of the battle between the two sides.

He only saw the Demon Primordial quickly collide with the Forbidden Army, and the movement of the other party paused for a moment, followed by countless flying sparks bursting out, accompanied by a crisp sound of blade strikes.

In fact, in just that moment, Motarian had fought the Praetorian soldier many times, and because of his fast movements, the multiple weapon collisions sounded like only one time, and the specific images could not be captured by the naked eye.

By the time Leontus' brain had finished processing the nerve signal from his eyes, the brave Praetorian had been split in half by Motarian's armor.

This is followed by the second, the third

A noble soldier of the Golden Legion, the pinnacle of biotechnology in the material universe.

Each of them is an all-round wizard, possessing powerful and immortal bodies and knowledge sufficient to sustain an entire civilization.

However, in the face of the fallen demigods, even if there is a silent nun cooperating with the evil spell to restrain the other party, their lives can only be counted in seconds.

Fortunately, their sacrifice was not in vain.

Relying on the moment created by everyone, the various war machines located in the rear of the military formation were able to adjust their muzzles and rain artillery fire on the demonic primordial body.

The heavy blast slammed into Motarion's body, and the divine light from the explosion scorched his body.

"Keep attacking, don't give him a respite!" Leontus shouted.

Even the genetic protogens can be injured by powerful artillery fire, and they will be knocked down by violent impacts.

If this evil can be eradicated here, it will undoubtedly be of great help to the whole war.

It's just a pity that they are facing Motarian, the most endurable genetic protogen.

"It's just a dying struggle!"

The Lord of Death ignored the damage and continued to wield the Scythe of Annihilation in front of him.

The heavy tank was as fragile as a tofu cube and easily cut it in half by him, and the Forbidden Fearless could only make a few more moves in his hands.

Under the influence of his evil magic, the knight mecha was gnawed open by countless mosquitoes and flies, and the pilot inside was eaten by them to the boneless.

These ridiculous mortals, unable to see the huge gap between them, even wanted to challenge him.

Now, it's time to imprint his power and terror into the minds of all living beings in the galaxy.

Mortarian carried his destined death, swept through the countless Imperial soldiers in front of him, and one after another noble, loyal, and famous men were killed, and they could have created more value for the Empire.

Finally, the Demon Primordial rushed in front of Leontus, and the only thing standing in between the two was the team led by Trajan, the commander of the Praetorian Army.

Motarian knew that his father valued the two guys in front of him, and he was excited about the killing that was coming.

The Lord of Death swung his Scythe of Annihilation again and slashed at the Forbidden Commander, but Trajan hurriedly resisted with his spear, and the Forbidden Army squad swarmed up.

The powerful force from the Demon Primordial Body shook Trajan's arm and made him feel painful, but he finally carried it.

The emperor wanted him to protect the Sun Lord, and Trajan had to fulfill that purpose no matter what.

Motarian was a little surprised by this.

Even in the original forbidden army, there were very few people who had the combat power of the guy in front of them.

But that's about it.

He continued his ferocious assault, his deadly scythe slicing through the limbs of the Praetorian commander.

Under the strong leadership of the Demon Primordial, the Death Guards also succeeded in suppressing the elite forces of the Empire.

The other party can't last long.

Taking advantage of Trajan's entanglement with the demonic primordial, Leontus decided to gather the last of his forces to charge the enemy.

If he can get a little attention from Motarian, he can create an opportunity for the Forbidden Army team to defeat him.

"Stupid!"

At the cost of a moth wing wounded, Motarian directly slapped the commander of the Praetorian army.

Then he quickly rushed forward and grabbed the Sun Lord's throat.

The important mascot of the imperial side was pinched in his hands like this, and his life could be taken by him at any time.

But Motarian was not in a hurry to do so.

Through the leadership of idols, the best can inspire others.

For the same reason, when an idol's image collapses, it can be a heavy blow to the confidence of the followers.

If your ideal heroes fail and succumb, who else will be able to win?

With the fall of the Sun Lord, corruption can quickly spread throughout the Empire.

Not only the army he brought into the Nurgle Gardens, but also the worlds in the physical universe that revered the Sun Lords would also be greatly affected.

"Look at what you've done, mortal, you brought them here, thinking they could win a good victory, but you just sent them to their deaths in vain."

Motarian showed Reantus the horrors of the battlefield so that he could realize how failed he had been.

As he spoke, green poisonous gas erupted from his respirator, some of which was inevitably inhaled into his lungs by Leantus.

After witnessing the terrifying power of the Demon Primordial Body, and the Empire's best warriors being slaughtered like weeds, it is rare for a mortal not to succumb to the obscenity of the other.

"It's not me. Brought them here." Leontus spoke with difficulty.

"What?" Motarian was slightly stunned.

"Brought them here. It's the emperor! He continued.

In an instant, the fire flared.

A subspace force belonging to the Imperial side suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

(End of chapter)