Chapter 1100 The Strong Man

Motarion tried to get up from the ground, but the iron chain created by Lorgar with the spell bound him tightly, and he couldn't break free for a while.

"Wait! You can't! Damn it, you can't!"

Motarion's roar had no effect. Magnus, Fulgrim, and Lorgar sang in unison, satisfying Nurgle's holy number three.

The appeal of the Primarch was indeed amazing. Even without the support of corruption, the warp rift was torn open.

But there were no Nurgle demons pouring out of the rift, just some rotten and smelly corruption.

Other types of demons jumped out of the gap. Leman Russ drew his axe and stepped forward to kill them all to avoid affecting the demon ascension ceremony.

Motarion roared, he was controlled by the psychic power of the three brothers, like a broken steamed bun, used to dip the remaining vegetable soup in the dish.

Puff puff puff...

More and more filth hung on Mortarion, and soon the Primarch's figure could not be seen.

As time passed, the soft and loose decay gradually dried and hardened, wrapping Mortarion inside like an eggshell.

"Okay, there's no problem now." Magnus wiped the sweat off his forehead. Mortarion's struggle was really fierce. If it weren't for the three Primarchs working together, he really couldn't make Mortarion surrender.

"Are you sure Mortarion won't point the spearhead at us after he ascends to the devil? He looked very angry just now, which reminded me of Angron."

"Angron didn't come, so what about the World Eaters? Where did they go? They can't all be dead, right?"

Leman Russ shook his head, knowing nothing about Magnus's question. Perhaps only the Emperor and the Subjective knew where the World Eaters were.

Just as the brothers were talking, the eggshell made of decay broke.

The first thing that came out was an unspeakable stench. Magnus raised his shield to save his nose.

Then there was a pale flesh wing that looked bloated and soft. There were no feathers on it, only holes of varying sizes, which made people doubt whether such wings could support the need for flight.

When the eggshell was completely broken, Mortarion's full appearance was revealed.

Holding a huge sickle, stepping on an endless poisonous cloud, his body was covered with supernatural flies that could block bullets.

"You...what on earth did you do!" Mortarion roared angrily as soon as he came out, "I finally accepted the fact that I was whitewashed, are you going to make me go back to the old ways again?"

"Calm down my brother, the Emperor knows that we are doing this."

"Damn pragmatist... I won't fight anymore! I'm going home!"

Seeing Mortarion stomping his feet and spewing venom, Magnus had to use psychic power to change his body shape and turned into the appearance of the one-eyed scarlet king.

"Look brother, I've also ascended to a demon. You are not alone."

"I don't need your comfort! Wizard!"

Seeing that Mortarion was not moved by soft or hard words, Magnus had no choice. Leman Russ came over and whispered in his ear, "Ignore him, just let him vent for a while. The more you pay attention to him, the more excited he will be."

Sure enough, after the Primarchs kept silent and avoided taking up Mortarion's complaints. The Lord of Death gradually quieted down, and he sighed and said, "It doesn't matter... I have never controlled my own destiny... What do you want me to do next?"

"It's not what we want you to do, it's the subject..."

Before Magnus finished speaking, Mortarion disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, Mortarion came to the depths of the throne room, and the degraded gray-white guards raised their spears and rushed towards him.

At this moment, an inexplicable thought urged him to raise his gun and shoot, instead of flying over and chopping the degraded guards with a sickle.

The pistol named the Dark Lantern was raised, and the direction of aiming was not the guard closest to Mortarion, but the one at the edge of his maximum range.

Why did I have such a combat move?

Before Mortarion could figure this out, the Dark Lantern opened fire and accurately shot the Imperial Guards in the distance.

Then a strange phenomenon occurred, and all the enemies on the firing line were attacked, as if Mortarion was holding a laser cannon with extremely strong penetration.

After knocking down dozens of degraded Imperial Guards with one shot, Mortarion fluttered his wings and flew away. The scythe of annihilation was very huge, not to mention the Imperial Guards, even the knights would be chopped down like wheat.

A sweeping blow, but it felt like this blow was more like a seven-slash blow that was unreal. The approaching Imperial Guards were chopped into pieces, and the even larger Imperial Guards Fearless also fell to the ground.

As the battle lasted, the effect of Mortarion's corruption halo became more and more obvious. Everything, including the palace itself, was corrupting and disintegrating, and the dissolving liquid of the degraded Imperial Guards was constantly fanned by Mortarion's wings, rippling layers of waves.

Mortarion was surprised at his own fighting ability. If he had changed into his previous ascended demon body, he could have destroyed these guards, but it would never be so easy.

While thinking, Mortarion looked up at the dome and recalled what Magnus had just said to him.

The subject thinks you are very strong...

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"This is simply nonsense!" Tzeentch slammed the table and roared, "Why is Mortarion not dead after so many attacks? You must have cheated!"

"Cheating? I didn't. This is the attribute of this unit. This is the feature of the game. If you don't like it, don't play." Lin Fan picked his nose and didn't care about Tzeentch's anger.

"How is this possible? My hit and damage were both thrown successfully!"

"Yes, it was thrown successfully. But the settlement was not settled. This is the case. The demon primarch Mortarion has high toughness, high health, and high special protection. It is reasonable to have such a record."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes and showed deep contempt for Tzeentch's ignorance.

Just kidding, the ascended demon Mortarion is a monster with a numerical score of 490 points. If it is a 2000-point battle, Mortarion alone can take up a quarter of the entire army. Do you think he is not strong?

8 toughness, 4 special protection, 18 health.

Unit ability: disgusting toughness, abominable toughness.

Among them, toughness is equivalent to thick skin and flesh. After the attack is thrown and hit, you need to throw the wound dice, which is equivalent to the concept of bullets penetrating the skin and injuring the flesh.

Special protection is a special defense, and the calculation is different according to the value and rules. But Mortarion's 4 special protections can block half of the attacks that successfully cause damage.

Finally, there is the health volume. 18 health is so terrifying. Even the Land Raider and Stormcrow Gunship are not as good as Mortarion's health.

Nausea toughness can ignore a little damage with probability, and abomination toughness can reduce the damage received by one.