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Chapter 291 Rejoice, the Crow King Has Returned
Chagatai's arrival gave hope to the imperial garrison, which was mired in despair.

"It's a warplane."

"The man who races on the internet is back."

"Quickly, counterattack!"

"Brothers, set up our antimatter cannons and blast them to smithereens!"

"........."

The players cheered excitedly.

"Go ahead."

The player who had recently completed the original upgrade, Mengtang Xianzhe, shouted slogans.

Start the aircraft behind it,

Like a cannonball, it crashed into the demonic tide from the city wall.

Many younger players followed suit, activating their thrusters and launching a counter-attack against the demonic tide.

At that moment, countless heads rained down from the sky, crashing towards the ground.
Each one was enveloped in a rich green light.
The moment a player touches it, their power armor will immediately rust, and their flesh will instantly turn into a pool of blood.

The source of the launched heads was the Nurgle Tower, which stood amidst the demonic tide.

Their design is very ancient, resembling catapults from the feudal era.
However, it possesses extremely terrifying power.

It can easily destroy the Empire's technological equipment.

"The time has come for us to sacrifice ourselves."

A mech-style player shouted,

"Brothers, let us use our swords and our steel bodies to open the road to victory for our allies."

"All mechs, charge toward the enemy's magic tower."

Mech-style players responded to this call.

They all piloted their own mechs into battle.
The activated energy blades sliced ​​through the decaying body, emitting a sizzling sound.

Demons fell one after another, crushed into a bloody pulp by the heavy iron feet of the mechs.

"With the Emperor above, we are invincible and fearless."

Mech-style players boosted the thrusters on their backs to maximum power, and sharp energy blades popped out from the sides of their mechs.

Accompanied by the slogan of loyalty to the emperor, he charged toward the enemy's magic tower.

The demons that tried to stop them along the way were all cleaved in two.
The scene was absolutely terrifying.

"We are the Emperor's Blade, slaying all enemies of humanity."

"We don't need rewards, because loyalty is the reward."

"For Morgana, brothers."

"........."

The mech's speakers amplified the players' shouts.
This ignited a surge of patriotic fervor among the Imperial soldiers on the front lines.

If the political commissar hadn't been holding a gun and forcibly restraining them, they would have all wanted to charge together.

The magic tower, crafted from rotten wood and skulls covered in slime mold, emitted beams of green, decaying light.
The mech's shield was bombarded repeatedly, creating ripples, and was eventually breached.

Anyone hit by the green beam will have their flesh rapidly rot and their steel rust.
The brand-new, gleaming mech rusted and jammed within seconds.

The charging mech-style players ultimately fell just tens of meters away from the magic tower.

However, his fall was not the end.
Behind him, several mech-wielding players activated their thrusters, leaped into the air, and crashed into the magic tower.
Accompanied by one deafening explosion after another,
The demon tower, shrouded in green poisonous mist and imbued with the power of an evil god, collapsed with a deafening roar.

The defenders on the city wall cheered.
These seemingly rudimentary and outdated magic towers were once their nightmare, constantly throwing out heads and firing green beams to destroy their vehicles and fortifications.

Now that the Demon Tower has been destroyed, the greatest threat has also disappeared.

"Saturation bombardment." The commander made a decisive decision, deploying all surviving vehicles to launch shells.

With a whooshing sound, dense shells rained down on the demonic tide, and scorching energy beams swept across flesh and blood.

Accompanied by towering flames and deafening explosions, the bodies of countless demons were vaporized into high-temperature gases, which then merged into the eerie mist.

Chagatai ignored the imperial troops and led his sons to continue their charge against the demonic tide.

He charged into a large group of stinking demons.
Although they have many other names, the most common one is called the plague messenger.
They opened their rotting mouths, chanting Chagatai's name, trying to slash him with rusty swords carrying deadly poison.

Chagatai swung his scimitar and easily killed the demons who tried to block his way.

“You are not worthy to stop me,” he shouted at a winged demon that lunged at him. “Your souls are disgusting; get out of my father’s kingdom.”

The sharp blade, like a whirlwind, sliced ​​through all enemies in its path.
Neither bloated flesh nor rusty armor could stop the blade.

The demons played their hellish music even louder, summoning more of their companions in an attempt to halt the war eagle's advance.

But such an approach is destined to be futile.

Chagatai showed no emotional fluctuation; he transformed himself into a weapon.
A weapon forged by the Emperor, plunged into the enemy of mankind.

His birth mission was to fight for ordinary people, for innocent men and women who wanted to live.

Chagatai fought his way through the demonic tide.
They defeated countless demons.

There were towering, bloated Chaos Champions, war lords with rotten intestines, and colossal monsters with tentacles and gaping maws.

And a monster with an elephant trunk and many eyes.

Chagatai also slaughtered a terrifying Nurgle band, who carried a drum with a screaming face.

It kept uttering curses until Chagatai finally killed it with a single blow.

All sorts of madness swept past him, but could not shake his heart.

During this period, Chagatai's motorcycle was destroyed once.
But after a short while, he summoned a new one.

This surprised the players who were following him.

Many speculated whether it was the subspace nature awakened by the Warhawk.
This allows the Primarch to summon his vehicle anytime, anywhere.

Just as Chagatai was frantically slaughtering demons and traitors,

Several green beams of light shot straight toward Chagatai, and he instinctively jumped up and left the motorcycle.

boom! !

The high-speed motorcycle was hit and destroyed once again.

Chagatai landed and found himself in an open field.

Six enormous monsters staggered and surrounded him.
They all have their own unique appearances; some are fat, some are thin, some are melancholy, and some are happy.

Without exception, they were all equally rotten and stinking, and their weapons were made of rusty iron and greenish copper.

"Isn't this the cursed one's son who sought freedom? I never expected him to reappear."

"Now, you are all alone. Surrender."

Rain Father—Rogtis—stood before the monster and spoke, his voice carrying a foul, rotten stench.

"Protect the war eagle!" a player shouted.

High-level players activated their thrusters and leaped into the air.
They then landed beside Chagatai, forming a battle line around him.

"I am not alone."

Chagatai twirled his knife, flicking off the blood.

He stared at Rain Father—Rottigers—in a low voice.

Rogetis swayed his obese body as he walked to the opposite side of Chagatai. "But this won't change anything; your defeat is already destined."

“Fate is not something you can control.” Chagatai gripped his sword tightly. “You call yourselves gods, but you don’t know that in the vast universe, even gods can perish.”

"Hahaha, you want to destroy the gods? Do humans have that ability?" Rogtis seemed to have heard a humorous joke.

“It didn’t exist before, but it does now,” Chagatai said.

"Then let's give it a try, you war eagle soaring among the stars, I can't wait to break your wings."

Rogtis, wielding his rusty greatsword, slashed at Chagatai.

Chagatai calmly responded to the attack from the Great Demon Nurgle.

The other players and warriors who came with Chagatai blocked the other demons for the Primarch.

The battle between the Primarch and the Archduke Nurgle was extremely fierce.
Chagatai possessed unimaginable speed, and every attack he made was extremely tricky and difficult to defend against.

But Rogettis was not a weakling to be easily manipulated.
It possesses an agility that belies its bulky body.

The rusty greatsword in his hand whistled as it was swung in an arc, accompanied by a mysterious, hissing whisper.
Even the air was cut and corrupted by the evil power carried by the sword.

Both sides unleashed their true power, at a speed that was beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans.
Any creature that gets too close will be crushed, whether it be an Imperial warrior or a demon, they will all meet the same fate.

Rogtis possesses unimaginable vitality and resilience; it can fight on until the destruction of the universe.

"We can keep going like this, but victory will ultimately be mine."

"It won't last long." Chagatai quickened his pace.

His blade moved faster and faster, leaving behind a trail of fine afterimages in the air.
Players, even with advanced technology, cannot capture his true form, because his presence is felt throughout the entire battlefield, and every single one of them is real.

This is because Chagatai moved so fast that even time itself couldn't keep up.

Chagatai kept slashing at Rogtis, one slash, two slashes, three slashes... countless slashes.

Rogitis's fat jiggled incessantly; it was beginning to panic.

Chagatai's abilities made him realize that something was wrong.
How did they manage to move so fast?!

Zheng! !

After another strike, Rogtis's greatsword broke.
The attacks are happening too frequently.
Even the demonic iron imbued with the evil power of the subspace could not withstand it.

"how is this possible?"

Rogitis's fat, rotting face showed surprise.

"This shouldn't be happening."

"you…………"

Rogettis wanted to ask some questions.

But Chagatai gave it no chance, and in an instant, his sword slashed at it countless times.

Before Rogettis could even sense anything amiss, he saw his flesh falling off in cascades.

The scene was nothing short of terrifying.

Rogitis watched as his body disintegrated into a pile of rotting flesh.

Immediately afterwards, Chagatai used his sword to cleave off the remaining head and banish it back to the subspace.

With Commander Rogtis banished, the morale of the remaining Nurgle demons plummeted.

Chagatai twirled his sword, flicking away the filth from the blade, before joining the new battle.

Ultimately, they successfully repelled the Nurgle army and defended the Empire's fortress.

But Chagatai did not linger.

After confirming that everything was alright, he summoned his motorcycle and led his warriors back into the network to support the Imperial defenses in other areas.

A group of players also rushed into the online world in mechs and fighter jets, wanting to follow Chagatai into battle.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the network—in Comoros—a similar chaotic battle ensued.

The scale of the war here is far larger than in other areas, and the entire city is engulfed in flames.

Comoros is an important node in the network; controlling this place is equivalent to gaining the fruits of the Empire's efforts to repair the network during this period.

Therefore, Qin Yuncai planned to personally oversee this place.

However, Luo Jia used Guilliman's adoptive mother as a threat, causing Guilliman to lose his mind.
Qin Yun had no choice but to entrust the task of defending Comoros to Little Foggrim.

While Little Foggrim wasn't as powerful as his original form, he was still far stronger than the average person.

The Battle of Comoros turned into a meat grinder because, in addition to Ahriman and Typhons, another heavyweight figure was involved in planning the attack—Motalian.

Mortalian's strategic talent is Primarch-level.

Despite his best efforts, Little Fugrim was unable to resist and was eventually forced to retreat, losing the main city and waiting for reinforcements.

However, Mortarian did not give him that chance.

After using the plague to break through the shield of the main city, he charged into the battlefield with his death shroud, which he was loyal to.

Even the incarnation of the Laughing God was defeated by him, forcing Little Fugrim to duel him.

Even though Young Forgrim received the Emperor's blessing, he was ultimately not the true Primarch.

After a fierce fight,
Little Forgrim's sword was knocked away by Mortalian's scythe, and he was knocked to the ground.

Mortarian held a scythe to his neck and humiliated him.

“You’re just a fake, inferior product. What right do you have to wear my brother’s face?”

"Remember this, you will always be a fake, a counterfeit."

"Now, you can die, die with despair."

As Mortarion raised his scythe, intending to execute young Forgrim,
A dark figure appeared and blocked his scythe.

Immediately afterwards, the shadowy figures coalesced into a tall giant clad in black armor.

It is none other than the legendary Lord of the Dark Raven, who has always resided in the Eye of Fear.

He returned as the emperor's son when the people of the empire were plunged into despair.

Exhausted and kneeling, Little Fugrim was relieved to see another loyal son return and smiled.

Corax's claws were burning with flames, and Mortarian recognized them as those wielded by their father, the Emperor.

"How did His power claw end up in your hands?" Mortarian questioned the Raven King.

"Just go and ask him yourself."

Corax spoke with disdain, and then his body exploded into countless black crows.
It emitted strange cries and launched a fierce attack on Mortarion.

The raven's beak and claws were as if forged from steel, incredibly sharp, capable of tearing even armor blessed by the gods.

For a time, Mortarion was forced into a series of defeats.

After defeating Mortalian, the raven flew back to Little Forgrim and reassembled into Korax in front of the Primarch.

The Lord of the Ravens stared coldly at little Forgrim.
No one knows what he's thinking.
After a long while, he reached out and helped little Forgrim up.

"Fight alongside me."

he said.

P.S.: Another chapter. Thank you all for your support.

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