Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 437 Mortarian, Do You Need Help?
Mortarian charged savagely into the alien ranks, his scythe spinning rapidly in his hand, reaping swathes of aliens.

Karas Typhon led a small contingent of elite warriors, whom Mortarion named the Death Guard.

The Death Guards have followed Mortarion into the poisonous fog, repeatedly defeating the aliens and securing victory.

The Death Guards charged into the lines torn open by Mortarion, using their scythes to attack the aliens.

Most people stayed by the farmland, where they relied on food to survive.

In this impoverished world, food is something that must be defended with one's life.

"It's him!" cried the alien, whose skin was completely grayish-white and who lived in the mountainous area with the densest toxic gas.

Mortarion led his followers to conquer several mountain fortresses controlled by overlords.

The accounts brought by the fleeing members of their own kind are varied, but what they have in common is that the Pale King's son of death possesses superhuman strength.

But there is only one Son of Death, and he has an endless army of the undead.

The overlord's commander issues orders to the captured humans and the transformed zombie army.

The common tactic of the overlords is to use their psionic-modified human zombies to attack their enemies.

After weakening the enemy, launch a decisive attack.

This tactic is especially important when facing the Son of Death.

"Servant of the immortal god, stop him!"

Upon hearing the commander's order, a dozen or so overlord wizards, their bodies shrouded in long robes, immediately raised their staffs.

A green light shot out from the tip of the staff, and the zombies' eyes lit up with an eerie light as they staggered toward Mortalian and the Death Guard.

Green pus oozed from their bodies, which fell to the ground and stirred up a foul-smelling green fumes.

Mortarian swung his scythe fiercely, slashing horizontally at the waist.

He shouted to the Death Guards, "Prioritize attacking the walkers!"

Once the walkers rush into the farmland, they will not only damage the crops but also pollute the land.

On Barbarossa, arable land is already scarce, and once the land is polluted, countless people will starve to death.

The Death Guard collided with the walkers, scythes swung, and severed limbs and rotting chunks of flesh clattered to the ground.

The overlords charged menacingly at the militia, brandishing their weapons.

In the instant of the clash, the weapons in the hands of the militiamen were knocked away by the immense force of the overlords.

Mortarian swept his blade across, slaying more than a dozen zombies.

Even during the battle, he still had the energy to keep an eye on what was happening behind him.

Taifeng and the other Death Guards wielded their scythes, hacking and slashing left and right, fiercely killing one zombie after another, and the battle was progressing relatively smoothly.

But the militia were routed by the overlord, with dozens killed in an instant and hundreds more dying from the smell of the witchcraft gas.

After the war, hundreds or thousands of people will die, and some will be captured and turned into mindless zombies.

Damn!

Those despicable aliens, that vile witchcraft!
Mortarian's eyes were filled with rage as he swung his scythe like a windmill, whipping up green smoke.

Sensing their master's rage, the Death Guards silently swung their scythes and charged at the undead.

The scythe split open the zombie's head, and the blade sliced ​​through its neck and chest.

Rotten flesh splattered everywhere, and pus and blood clung to the sickle.

The sickle hissed and grew heavier and heavier.

A Death Guardian's scythe snapped near the hilt with a sharp sound.

The wood looked as if it had been buried in the wetlands for thousands of years, rotting and crumbling.

The scythe fell to the ground, and the zombies staggered toward him from both sides.

The Death Guardian quickly held the wooden scythe in front of him to block the zombies and retreated continuously.

The next instant, another Death Guard's blade bent and pierced the walker's head, getting stuck inside.

Two walkers charged at him; he released his scythe and stepped back. Then another walker rushed out from the side and crashed into the Death Guard.

Just as he was about to catch the Death Guard, Tai Fung suddenly appeared from the side, swung his scythe, and cleaved the walker in two with a single blow.

Among the Barbarosians, his scythe was the largest, though not as large as Mortarion's, but much larger than the others.

"Follow me!"

Taifeng roared in a low voice, freeing one hand to grasp the stuck scythe and forcefully cleaving the walker in two.

"Gather around me!" Mortarian coldly commanded. The number of walkers dispatched by the Overlord far exceeded his expectations.

Now they have no choice but to abandon the farmland and lead the Barbarosians in retreat.

Taifeng and his men immediately gathered at Motalian, forming the vanguard of the "Sickle" formation.

Mortarian swung his scythe, and the walkers fell to the ground in a flash. He then charged toward the farmland with the Death Guard.

The giant, striding forward, suddenly stopped.

His ears twitched as he looked up into the air.

In the distance, through the thick fog, a thousand meters above the ground, a large flying object was rapidly approaching.

It was larger than any bird known to the Mortalians, yet it did not flap its wings and fly like an ordinary bird.

Mortarian quickened his pace. Regardless of whether it was a new creation of the overlords, it clearly did not belong to the enslaved humans.

Mortarion launched an attack on the Overlord and rescued the captured humans.

The overlord wizards raised their staffs, their light enveloping the staggering zombies, and their slow steps immediately quickened slightly.

The undead charged relentlessly toward Mortarion and the Death Guard. Mortarion roared in a low voice as he heard the monster in the air falling.

He swung his scythe with lightning speed, cutting through the horde of corpses.

He swung his scythe, severing the overlord's chest in half, while looking at what had landed on the ground.

It was a jet-black metal aircraft.

The moment the aircraft landed, a black-armored giant stepped out.

Mortarian discovered that the giant was taller than him; it was the first time he had ever seen a humanoid creature taller than himself.

A pair of golden wings spread out behind him, more dazzling than the brightest food Barbarus could see, the dim sun.

His face was covered with a metallic mask of the same color.

"Do you need any help?" Ninglu asked. During the search for Mortalian, the Primarch had already infiltrated the minds of the Barbarus and mastered their local language.

Before landing, he injected himself with a drug prepared by a "biologist" and then carefully allowed the living metal to spread to his face.

[Help?] Mortarian was taken aback and looked at the black-armored giant.

[They seem to be human.] Mortarian thought, as he saw several humans swaying and falling to the ground. He didn't have time to think about where they came from or what their purpose was, and quickly said.

“Please help me.”

“Okay,” Ning Lu replied, pulling out the plasma gun with his right hand while raising his left arm.

Beams flashed, and bombs roared.

Ninglu deliberately avoided the Overlord's head; the shimmering spiritual light reminded him that this alien head was clearly an ingredient for a magic potion.

Diamond bullets struck the overlords' chests, but failed to pierce their gray bodies.

A series of explosive bombs slammed into the same spot on the Overlord's body, and only after a continuous series of explosions did the Overlord's tough body finally crumble.

Perturabo's plasma air gun, which he had crafted for him, fired a dazzling beam of light that slammed into the Overlord's abdomen.

The beam pierced straight through the overlord's abdomen, and the green abdominal cavity burned within the energy beam.

Mortarian watched in astonishment as the black-armored giant swiftly killed the Overlord, even faster than he was, and several aliens fell in an instant.

His gaze lingered on the weapon in the black-armored giant's hand.

(End of this chapter)