This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 467 This time, let the gods choose.

"honestly."

Karna said, "You're still lying to yourself."

“I don’t think you’ve been here long enough to make such a judgment.”

Mortalian snapped out of his daze, a deep wound still visible on his body, and responded.

"judge?"

Karna's gaze remained fixed on Mortarion's face, never wavering.

"I don't need to see, I know everything."

If killing this guy in front of him would solve the problem once and for all, then he had been eager to kill him right now.

Everyone knows what they are fighting for, but what about Mortarion?

He created so much suffering, he endured so much suffering himself, what was he trying to achieve?
Tyrant, an insurmountable mountain, an unbearable poison.

Is he hoping to praise the loving father who has now revealed his true colors, or is he hoping that the emperor father he abandoned will apologize to him?

He didn't like these things at all, he didn't like doing them, but he did them anyway, with a bitter face, leading a group of people to their deaths.

He suffered a lot, then used that suffering to punish those around him, and finally proclaimed that everything he did was right.

The Lord of Death looked around.

At this moment, he felt as if he were one with each of his children. He could see them fighting, battling the city wall defenders on the wide, flat rooftops of Kos.

Morag, Necrosius, and Dragan led their respective troops, charging into the bottom of the city walls, ignoring the trembling earth and the tumbling rubble, and attacking the dueling arena that the Blood Angels had prepared for them.

They clashed with the Holy Blood Angels on the towering city walls, shafts, and steps, piling up seven-story-high piles of corpses on the ground. They charged out of the trenches beneath the walls to launch a counterattack, demonstrating their iron will and confronting the enemy's unparalleled courage.

More offspring are entering through gaps in the Void Shield in drop pods or climbing up from the deployment equipment at the base of the walls; the Plague Fleet has been almost completely destroyed.

The surface defense cannons continued firing, beginning to dismantle the increasingly vulnerable enemy. The siege engines collapsed amidst the burning clouds that illuminated the city walls like the rising sun. The Titan Legion was reduced to empty statues by beams of light falling from the sky, hanging to the ground.

It is regrettable, but these means of transport and equipment have completed their mission. Their enormous remains sheltered the little people as they moved forward, not for anything great, but simply for him.

For Mortarion.

The Fourteenth Army Corps is still fighting.
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The enemy's charge did not stop.

The Death Guards crossed the bridge in droves, their unstoppable mass roaring through the thick fog formed by condensed poison gas. Their movements sounded like a swarm of insects, or a group of parasitized zombies.

Gabriel Seth thought.

These adversaries are rushing toward death, each action imbued with the most intense agony, as if the purest pain is flowing through their bodies.

The Death Guardians were numerous, and the power of the warp had left countless marks on their bodies. Even compared to Gabriel Seth, the Blood Angel known for his towering stature, each of them appeared exceptionally robust.

These vile traitors, like their comrades who died at the hands of Seth on that flooded road, advanced slowly, maintaining a rigid military formation. Some even deliberately controlled their overgrown bones, silently advancing in the manner they were most familiar with.

The gradually paling waves resembled an avalanche spreading across the horizon, seemingly unstoppable.

These Legion warriors had only the enemy in their eyes, staring intently ahead through their helmets that were fused with flesh and blood. However, many of them could no longer be identified as Legion warriors; their bodies had become clumsy and hunchbacked monsters. Their eyes and foreheads were either swollen or shrunken due to infection, and their arms that held weapons were deformed and no longer resembled humans.

The monsters rushed towards him like moths to a flame.

The Otlama Defense Forces kept firing, and Gabriel Seth confidently handed the line over to his comrades who were skilled at guarding it, before leaping into the crowd.

The chainsaw churned, and the two-handed greatsword swept across a fan-shaped area in the surging tide. Mortals followed with their rotary cannons, cutting through the armor and flesh around Seth. The small monsters and demons around the Death Guard were also hit, exploded, and burned in the rain of bullets, before falling and being crushed by the horde of people coming from behind.

Precise auxiliary firepower provided Seth and the Space Marines who were counter-charging with a fairly comfortable combat environment. Then, mortal-controlled heavy armored forces, mainly composed of Leman Russ, Imperial Blade, and Flying Blade tanks, pressed forward, allowing the spears of the Blood Angels that pierced the enemy ranks to flow steadily into them.

Since Khorne has rendered long-range weapons ineffective, let's put our cannons right in the enemy's face!
But compared to the countless enemies wiped out by the overwhelming firepower, the enemy forces that came from behind the ashes were simply innumerable.

They trampled over the dead, filled the gaps in their formation, and charged headlong into the enemy, unafraid.

Gabriel Seth witnessed a Death Guard warrior being struck by his own incendiary pistol. His arm was neatly vaporized by the intense plasma, and his severed wrist, along with a rusted weapon, tumbled down the city wall along with scrap steel and debris. Yet, he remained unmoved and continued forward, his other hand still steadily providing firepower with his radiation weapon.

Half of a Death Guard's face and one side of his horned crown were cleanly severed by a Blood Angel's counterattack, yet he still did not stop. His hand, wielding the battle axe at his opponent, did not tremble at all, as if pain was something insignificant to him.

The silent charge will not cease.

Perhaps this was the scene that countless warlords faced this army ten thousand years ago.

They may be slow to react and their spirits may be waning, but they still possess terrifying combat experience and an astonishing loyalty to the Primarch, withstanding the firepower that should have blasted them to pieces and allowed them to engage in close combat with their opponents.

The vast expanse of the city wall began to tremble as they entered. In the final seconds, Gabriel Seth threw his empty incendiary gun to the ground and gripped his chainsaw sword with both hands.

He roared out the battle cry of his legion, but it was quickly drowned out by the clash of weapons and armor from the Death Guards.

From the moment the Death Guard began its charge, time seemed to stand still.

They are so adept at this that they can turn every encounter into a quagmire of endurance, causing unbearable suffering. Only a pure contempt for life can free one from it, slow it down, grind it into stillness, and drag everything into the quagmire.

Gabriel Seth noticed this and gripped his greatsword tightly, completely disregarding any thought of defense.

Gabriel Seth is a powerful warrior, no less than any of the Holy Blood Angels.

He deduced that every Death Guard who broke through the firepower and came before him was a powerful warrior, amplified by death and the warp, and had found a reason to fight. These warriors had broken through the limits of superhuman beings.

However, Seth knew very well that his true weapon was his mind, the legacy of the Ninth Legion, which Karna had once again bestowed upon them an unquestionable will, instilled by the example of the angels.

Defend lives and eliminate threats.

This focus makes their attacks swift and fierce. Coupled with the unified characteristic in their blood, this unwavering loyalty, which remains even under the cover of absolute rage, is imprinted deep in their genes and continuously strengthened through decades of training and Karna's teachings.

The teachings bestowed by the angels removed all his fear of his own bloodline, extinguished his doubts and hesitations about his duties caused by thirst and dark rage, and erased the notion that so-called genetic defects were a stain on them. They overcame these and then chose to use them at the appropriate time.

This mindset allowed Gabriel Seth to enter a state of absolute focus, enabling him to firmly pinpoint his correct location, as did Sepatitus, Malakin Foros, and others.

Chi!

Bright red blood instantly covered the faceplate.

Seth easily killed the fastest charging soldier.

It's easy to catch a glimpse of the elders' exquisite skills, but it can't compare to the strong physiques and long, arduous training that adults have given them.

It's like facing a group of addicts who were once very powerful, but who have now abandoned the drug, yet their bodies are still being poisoned.

Warp corruption permeated the bodies of every Chaos Space Marine, gradually transforming once steadfast warriors into echoes of past disorder.

Steel tracks rolled over them, charging forward alongside the Holy Blood Angels.

"For humanity!"

The roaring two-handed chainsword left a deep mark on his feet as Gabriel Seth began his charge.

In the name of Karna, onward!
He raised his chainsword high and charged back towards the path the enemy had come from, obliterating a silent face. Then, with a thrust of his greatsword, he pierced through the chest of a Death Guard, lifted it upwards, and ripped it open completely from the bottom up.

clang!
A chainsaw axe was tearing at the hilt of his sword, constantly sending sparks flying.

With a backhand swift motion, he split the axe-wielder's head and shoulders open, then with a step, he knocked down a Nurgle demon and trampled it under his feet.

Blood splattered everywhere, and bits of flesh flew in all directions.

In the name of the angel Karna, forward!
The massive blade of the chainsaw sword pierced flesh, and he then used an elbow strike to knock a Death Guard to the side, even sending the guard's limp head flying.

The centipede that formed the Death Guard's spine writhed as Seth's greatsword, carrying the Death Guard who refused to be killed so easily, swung it through the air in an arc, slicing into a withered suit of armor and piercing all the way to the other end. The churning serrations spewed blood from the huge wound, tearing apart the carapace, soft tissue, and bacterial congealing.

Then, along with the fragments of the Death Guard's armor, they scattered, revealing a rusty badge bearing Dragan's name that gleamed.

Suddenly, a scythe tore off a piece of his shoulder armor, followed by a sword slicing through his ribs. Seth severed a head from his shoulder, his charging motion sending the head flying as it slammed into a nearby opponent, causing him to stagger. He then parried the opponent's breastplate, shoving him to the ground and piercing his internal organs. He then swung his sword again, splitting open a head, leaving only the chin with its long, waving tongue.

In the name of Karna, onward!
Gabriel Seth leaped from the ground, soaring high into the air amidst a hail of bullets. His vision was a jumble of tactical information and phantom-like premonitions, bullets and foreseeable images constantly surging and fading from his raging mind.

He spun in the air, pulling his greatsword to its limit, poised to strike. A whirlwind billowed, billowing the sacred robes hanging from his armor. His golden eyes blazed with incandescent light, as if he had foreseen his target. Then, his heart pounded, and his palms emitted a scorching heat as he crashed into the crowd.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
He kicked forward, snapping the powered halberd thrusting at him with his arm, and slashed off its wielding hands with his sword. He chopped, lifting a charging Death Guard overhead with his elbow and throwing it onto the spears piled high with corpses. He thrust, slicing open the neck and cervical vertebrae of a charging demon.

Then, he faced his opponent! Their opponent!

Morag, Plague Lord, Mortarion's squire.

Joints shattered!

Seth was severely injured in the first exchange. With a skillful swing from the Plague Lord that broke his left arm, Seth could only manage to cut the cable below his neck when Morag swung his scythe. Then, he was punched through the thick visor.

Morag lifted him high with one hand, spun him around, and then Seth was thrown across the entire battlefield. Tons of solid terracotta were tossed into the chaotic sky, as if a Space Marine were nothing more than a child's toy in his presence.

For a moment, the world was spinning.

Even though he was somewhat prepared and already knew the earth-shattering power these slaves, valued by the gods, possessed over ten thousand years, Seth couldn't help but feel disappointed.

But disappointment does not mean despair.

Boom!

The wrecked war machine crashed into a distant civil engineering structure and exploded during the reactor detonation.

As if it were a signal, the pure gold Holy Blood Guard raised the enormous banners of the Ninth Legion and the Wings of Dawn, their counter-charge tearing through the Death Guard's lines. They planted the banners on the ground that should have belonged to the Death Guard, the sacred mark high above, fluttering in the wind. The red tears from Baal represented the endless hatred and vengeance of the Holy Blood Angels, about to bring judgment upon those evil ones.

"We will live up to the sacred blood!"

At the same time, each Blood Angel raised their blade and chanted the names of the two Primarchs together, their roars eclipsing even the thunderous roar of the armored torrent that surged forward alongside them.

The battlefield was shrouded in smoke and blood mist.

Sepatius crashed head-on into Morag.

This elder, who once clashed with Abaddon and slew countless traitors on Terra, stopped an equally ancient enemy.

Morag roared with excitement, but reality wouldn't give him the chance to indulge in wishful thinking like a traitor.

The Holy Blood Angels swarmed forward, stepping over Gabriel Seth's kneeling body. They tore their opponents apart as well, their blood, which turned into mist as they moved at high speed, burst through the poisonous gas and arrived before an even more powerful opponent.

Even so, there are countless people behind him.

People like him, those better than him, are Astartes, mortals.

Courageous and fearless.

An endless stream.

Morag the Deathguard, along with his guard, was engulfed in golden-red flames.

The powerful Holy Blood Angels slay those threatening rebels of their kind, while various heavy vehicles specializing in breakthrough operations close in with their tracks and cannons crush the remnants into dust.

Once again, the attack.

Belisar left the furnace to repair his body. As the power returned to his limbs, Gabriel Seth leaped up and, taking advantage of the window, swung his sword into the enemy's neck. Attacks aimed at him were blocked by his equally skilled comrades. Then, the chainsaw cut through the armor, churned the flesh, and the creaking chainsaw axe pierced through the Death Guard's armor, blood gushing out like a fountain.

kill.

An enemy that slaughters humanity!
In the name of Karna, onward!
forward!

The force in his hand loosened.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Gabriel Seth stood up with the help of the elder and looked behind him.

The sword marks he etched on the earth were left far behind him.

Justice triumphs over evil—an old and cliché story.

Morag's body was frozen in that moment, his head falling, blood gushing from his neck, before his body, restrained by armor, trembled and met its end.

It's that simple.
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He got it.

He knew the moment it happened.

Only when time seemed to stand still at this moment did Mortarion see the full extent of the destructive power.

What was his purpose?
He may have to admit that Karna was right.

Obvious.

When the spear pierced his body again, leaving a deep mark, it did not recover as quickly as before, as if the master who granted him this power had fallen into hesitation. Mortarian could not even see the other party's movements clearly anymore.

This is the gap.

The angel's face changed color, and countless souls began to converge on him. Those who had perished since the beginning of the great war began to entrust everything to the angel they believed in and looked forward to.

The man who orchestrated all of this had a face that was nothing but resolute determination.

The time has come!
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"Why can't we use it in advance?"

Ryan asked a question and reached out to close the table that showed a number of 0.

"To prevent the Death Guard from being blamed by Nurgle, for example, if we have a nuclear weapon, the enemy has three ways to block it. Now we need to eliminate the least important one. The Death Guard's return is thanks to Old Huang's reminder. It's rare for him to be sober. He doesn't need to be Nurgle's health bar in the warp. Those guys know the intricacies of the warp best."

Ramses explained, and then gave her a copy of "A Brief Account of Warspace Ritual" that he and the Eldar prophets had created.

Qiao Gaoqi is currently writing a new one. He thinks that the clown troupe is enough for exploring the internet, since exploring and fighting at the same time is not very efficient. The clown god is also useless in terms of fighting, but his knowledge reserves are unparalleled. It would be better to continue letting him be the administrator of the black library.

Ignoring Ramses' blasphemous practice of classifying the Emperor and the Four Gods into the same category, Ryan finished reading the information and immediately understood.

"now what?"

he asked again.

"Now it's our turn to give Nurgle a choice: either one or the other, and he can't refuse—"

"If Mortalian dies here, Nurgle will reclaim his death; if Mortalian lives, Nurgle will take the hit."

Ramses laughed, projecting his image onto the vortex that was beginning to gather on the ground.

The gaze seemed to transcend the light-year distance and land on Mortalian.

Just you wait and see.

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Mortarian: Responsible for being the target
　　Deathguards and Blood Angels: Showcasing their combat styles, the role of war machines in complementing the human faction, and the differences in ideology between the two legions.

　　Karna: Leads the faith in his own power to launch the final attack.

　　Ryan: The Death Guard has been eliminated.

　　Dawn Wings: Question

　　Foolishness: Doing problems

　　
　
(End of this chapter)