Chapter 1083: Too Metaphysical

"This is too weird." Ferrus looked around and felt uncomfortable.

The room was composed of seven walls, and on each wall grew plants cultivated by Mortarion himself. Fungi, branches, and flowers formed mysterious symbols, and a series of simplified formulas were marked beside them.

Mortarion sat cross-legged in the center of the room, closed his eyes and looked like he didn't care about the world. Seven guards stood facing him, holding incense burners and chanting.

If they didn't know that Nurgle had been swallowed by Tzeentch, the primarchs would naturally associate everything in front of them with the demonic ritual of summoning the Great Unclean One.

Before the primarchs spoke, Mortarion spoke first, with a warning and impatience in his tone.

"Fulgrim, lift your right foot."

"What?"

"No, not now. Lorgar, lift your left arm."

"Ah?"

"....You are so stupid..."

Motarion opened his eyes, complaining and impatient with his brother, "Because of your interference, the numerology of this room is not flowing smoothly, and the feng shui has become dangerous. I have come up with a way to remedy it, but you did not cooperate with me."

Mumbling nonsense, making no sense.

Even Lorgar felt that Mortarion's current behavior was too metaphysical.

"So, the plague project you mentioned failed?" Ferrus frowned, and asked calmly, suppressing his disgust for this room.

Mortarion clapped his hands and stood up. With a stamp of his foot, seven cans filled with dark green liquid rose from the ground. He took a can and handed it to his brothers for inspection, then said, "It's just that the effect will not be so perfect. The toxicity is not easy to control. My suggestion is to keep the troops away from the mountainous area."

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"Evacuate? We just built the position? Don't want it?" The sergeant put the impact drill on the ground and leaned on his thigh. 50 years is not enough to complete the large-scale iteration of production, so many troops still need to use the weapons and equipment produced on their planet, or even distributed by the Military Affairs Department a hundred years ago.

Watching the servo skull that delivered the message fly away, the sergeant was too lazy to continue complaining, just shouting to the soldiers standing in the semi-finished fortifications, "Evacuate, abandon all positions."

The troops returned to the starting point and deployed against the metal wall that had never left any traces. The artillery of the Death Guard was just a few kilometers in front of them. Soldiers with better eyesight could see the formation of those bone-white artillery.

"I don't understand, why weren't these artillery pieces used in the previous attack?" The soldier asked as he watched while holding his gun. The sergeant smoked and had no intention of reprimanding. Only the priest who accompanied the army kept chattering.

He pinched the holy image hanging around his neck, raised it towards the mountains, and screamed in a fanatical voice, "This is a necessary purification. Although those filth can no longer crawl out from the depths of the mountains, the land in front of us has been polluted. Only destruction is the only salvation."

As he spoke, the artillery of the Death Guard started, and countless shells streaked across the sky, leaving obvious ballistic trajectories. The shells smashed into the mountains. There was no roar of explosion and the horror of rising flames. Only traces of corroded gold and iron flooded the mountains.

There was no rising smoke, no venom flowing down, and the plague created by Mortarion was silently erasing the traces of the mountains.

"Cannot be destroyed!" Tzeentch shouted, staring at the melting mountains, but she could do nothing. If there were still some sacrificial sites here, Tzeentch could combine the plague and the mountains through the strong disturbance of the warp, creating a huge and terrifying monster that she didn't have to think too much about.

Tzeentch sat down angrily and stared at Lin Fan coldly.

"What are you looking at me for? What does this have to do with me?" Lin Fan tilted his head, not thinking about obstacles, scenes, etc. at all.

It's precisely because it has nothing to do with you that I'm looking at you...

Tzeentch lowered his head, and became more and more eager and curious about the vague rules. Then she ordered the orcs to move and start a well-hidden ultra-long-range artillery. Tens of thousands of orcs worked inside, transporting shells from deeper underground arsenals to the artillery through ingeniously designed mechanical structures.

Bang!

The shell flew away, aiming directly at the metal walls that were proven to be indestructible by the Death Mark assassins.

The explosion of the shells scattered many fragments, which jingled on the soldiers' helmets. Some unlucky people even let the hot fragments penetrate into their clothes, and when they hurriedly took them out, they also had a piece of charred flesh on their bodies.

The metal wall was motionless and formed a sharp contrast with the melting mountain. Only then did Tzeentch realize that the rules that Lin Fan secretly used seemed to be more flexible than he thought.

Damn... If this is the case, even the temporary sandbag earth wall can be used to block nuclear bombs.

Tzeentch was depressed and sent an order to the defense line blocking the Silent King. Sandbags and metal plates were laid on the battlefield to replace the shield defense system with greater energy consumption.

As a matter of course, they were blasted into slag by Gauss's volley.

Damn... What is the rule?

When Tzeentch was puzzled, the mountain range also became flat. The imperial troops could immediately pass through this area unimpeded and prepare for an offensive before the orc defense line.

After the battlefield was wide enough, all the legions were deployed. Because Guilliman had the most people, his battle line was the longest. The Blood Angels, which had suffered a huge blow, and the Dark Angels, which had integrated the Fallen Angels, would fight together with the Ultramarines.

Even the Eldar, such as the nominal God of Death, Ivrenne, were also active on the battle line that Guilliman was in charge of, mainly due to the advice of Jaghatai and Isha to the Emperor.

"This reminds me of Ullanor. The enemy in front of us is also an orc." The Emperor sighed, but it was a pity that Horus was not here to make up for the regret.

"Maybe you can see a degraded version of Horus?" Odemeier reminded carefully.

The Emperor's face sank, and he hated this idea very much. If there really was something as evil as a degraded Horus, the Emperor would tear him to pieces with his own hands.

The atmosphere of war became more and more intense, and more and more shields were raised in the Orc defense line. After the Primarchs held the last war meeting, Perturabo and Ferrus' heavy weapons kicked off the war.

The Orcs were excited by the sound of artillery, and Corax's infiltration attack did not dampen their desire to fight.

Facing the sound of artillery, the Orcs had only one common response.

"Waaagh!!!"