Chapter 1082 Numerology

"This is fun worth watching."

"Tsk... your taste is really low."

Tzeentch stuck out her tongue in disgust. She disagreed with Lin Fan's idea from the bottom of her heart. Her happiness was only based on the pain of others. If she saw a happy ending, she would only twitch all over.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at Tzeentch and then focused his attention elsewhere. The victory of the mountain range was a foregone conclusion. Behind this rugged and dangerous terrain was a battlefield that suddenly opened up. A wide defense line that stretched endlessly and supported by a depth of thousands of kilometers was placed in front of everyone.

Lin Fan's perspective was clearer. He could see that this million-kilometer-long defense line was divided up by degraded space marines and orcs. Tzeentch might have made a large number of degraded space marines to put on it for more gameplay.

Although it was ridiculous to talk about supplies and morale with degraded bodies, Tzeentch's persistence in restoring the battlefield was comparable to that of Trazyn in the filming of the movie, or even better.

Lin Fan could see a degraded political commissar boosting the morale of his troops by executing cowards and traitors. The traitor he shot and killed only had a big cut on his head, and he did not lose the ability to fight. The remaining soldiers could not make any responsive shouts, and could only clap their hands to make some noise.

"You are so boring." After watching for a long time, Lin Fan had to give such an evaluation.

Tzeentch smiled and said nothing, but controlled the troops in the defense line to prepare for battle, and took some energy to push back the Silent King's offensive.

The attack was temporarily stopped, and only Corax took some Raven Guards to act in advance and sneak into the enemy's defense line to destroy it. Fulgrim, Lorgar and Mortarion counted the names of the dead soldiers in the previous offensive, and tried to open a passage in the mountains that was large enough for the troops to move quickly.

Mortarion said to the other two brothers, "We don't need the support of the Mechanicus, and we don't need to prepare any explosives. I have something here that can serve our goal."

"Tell me about it."

"A plague."

"Plague?" Ferrus frowned. He has always been straightforward, and he has not changed at all after joining the Legion of the Damned and fighting for such a long time. "Folgen is not cleaned up by Slaanesh's corruption, and your gas tank is not cleaned up by Nurgle's corruption, right?"

Although Ferrus' words were unpleasant, the obvious difference in the way he addressed Fulgrim and Mortarion still reflected his unusual attitude towards Fulgrim.

Fulgrim looked ashamed and smiled at Ferrus's thoughtfulness. Mortarion looked at him with contempt from under his hood, and then refuted him in a muffled voice.

"This is not some Nurgle witchcraft, this is science. Seven materials, seven times of cultivation, seven times of fermentation, seven times of sublimation... finally we get a powerful plague strain."

"Brother..." Lorgar touched his smooth head, looking a little embarrassed, "This sounds like the structure of witchcraft?"

"This is not witchcraft!" Mortarion screamed, "This is science! It is a display of numerology!"

The other primarchs looked at each other, and Ferrus was very unfamiliar with the numerology that Mortarion talked about. Fulgrim and Lorgar had some understanding, after all, during the Horus Heresy, Mortarion often told them about the excellence and advancement of numerology.

At that time, Fulgrim's brain had been soaked by the pain of killing his brother, and he had become a fool who would be depressed if he didn't indulge in lust, and he looked down on Mortarion. Lorgar had his own unique understanding of the Warp, and he saw through Mortarion's so-called scientific and rational numerology at a glance, which was just Warp witchcraft with a different name, so he didn't take it too seriously.

Now Mortarion brought up this old concept again, which really surprised Lorgar.

Of course, this was not a whim for Mortarion. After falling into Nurgle, he has been studying numerology. From the construction of the ritual to the establishment of the venue, it can be said that even the Great Unclean Ones who have followed Nurgle the longest are not as professional as Mortarion.

"In short, my plague can help us." Mortarion was too lazy to continue explaining, grabbed the sickle and left directly.

The primarchs didn't say anything, just stared at the situation outside the mountains, preventing the orcs from counterattacking and guessing from the light of the explosion what results the infiltration of Corax had achieved.

Time passed day by day, and in this world without the sun and without revolution and rotation, there was an alternation of day and night.

The primarchs could have continued to wait, after all, the mortal soldiers needed time to recover. Until one day, the Raven Guards, who served as sentinels, dragged the orcs' special warfare boy in front of the primarch, which made them want to urge Mortarion.

The special warfare boy had been beaten up by the Raven Guards. His nose and face were swollen and swollen, so the night vision goggles could not be hung on his eyes steadily. He could only pull it diagonally to cover one eye.

"What are you doing here?" Fugen asked casually, not expecting to get any useful information. Lorgar was preparing a spell to extract all the memories in the orc's brain.

The special warfare boy spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth on the ground, and then asked vaguely, "When will you guys come to fight? We are tired of waiting."

Fugen was happy when he heard it.

"You can fight yourselves, right? Have a few grand duel ceremonies to see which orc is the greenest and the most waaagh."

"It's Waaagh!" the special warfare boy corrected, "You are shouting with little energy, are you suffering from kidney deficiency?"

Fulgrim's face was slightly red, as if he was angry with the orcs. The Emperor's children could not tolerate the orcs' insult to the Primarch, and they drew their swords one by one.

The special warfare boy was not afraid, and continued to complain, "What's the point of fighting with orcs? It's more exciting to fight with you ugly monsters."

This statement made Fulgrim's mood change from anger to worry. After the death of Gogo, the orcs lost a lot of motivation for internal fighting. The longer they dragged on here, the stronger the orcs' defense line would become.

After imprisoning the special warfare boy, the Primarchs decided to see how Mortarion's work was progressing.

A 77-meter-high complex of research institutes and factories was spewing black smoke from the chimney, where Mortarion and the Death Guard were working.

Passing through the gate, we arrived at the core of the laboratory. At first glance, this place does not look like a scientific holy place. In comparison, the Anglican church is a place with a strong scientific atmosphere.