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The corpses of Deathguards, Word Bearers, and other Chaos Warband Space Marines lay piled high outside Hel Keep.

The attendant helped the exhausted chapter commander to his feet, injected his power armor with a new stimulant, and the silence was the best answer.

Reinforcements? How could reinforcements possibly arrive?

The warp storm surrounding Macragge will block all aid...

Macurag has become a unique planet isolated from the rest of Altera and even the entire Milky Way galaxy.

Reinforcements are coming, but they will never arrive.

It's just like Terra from back then.

The only difference is that the Emperors of Terra were still able to stand up and fight back then... while their father, Primarch Guilliman of the Ultramarines, had been trapped in the Stasis Field for a full ten thousand years.

Communication was broken, and Calga didn't even know if his second company commander, Cato Sicarius, who had been sent to retake Fortress One, had completed his mission.

He believed he had sufficient ability, but objectively speaking, even if he achieved his goal, it seemed unlikely to play a decisive role in the overall situation.

The forces attacking Macurag this time were very powerful, and most importantly, their appearance was too sudden.

Suddenly descending above Macragge's orbit, the blasphemous power of the Naya Space God caused Macragge's orbital defenses to temporarily malfunction.

With a large number of machine spirits going berserk, they captured several important star fortresses in Macragge in the shortest possible time.

They not only cut off Macurag's access to outside help...

It also severed the communication and command systems of all major cities in Macurag.

The preparations were so thorough that their enemies were using almost the same methods they used against Terra against a poorly constructed Macurag.

"Have the Star Speaker send the distress signal again."

Calga quickly finished resting and said in a deep voice to his attendant…

Hope has not been extinguished. Although the Ultramarines were caught off guard by the attack, their first and second companies still managed to complete their missions. Their army was only scattered, not destroyed!

He could see that the enemy's military strength did not have an overwhelming advantage; most of their troops were those hateful Chaos Astartes... but this also made their overall military strength inferior to that of the Macurag!

and……

Calgar's profound purge suggests that the Ultramarines' enemies' aim is not merely to eliminate Macragge's forces; they likely have only one objective.

His genetic father, the true master of Macurag, Robert Guilliman…

Otherwise, these traitors, who have almost completely seized control of the planet's orbit, would not have chosen the risky option of directly airdropping military forces instead of dropping weapons of mass destruction.

Their target is the Primarch, so they won't abandon their decisive weapons, which gives Calgar ample opportunity!

Hope is not dead, hope still exists!!

Invigorated once again, Calgar ordered everyone to destroy the corpses of the virus-infested enemies and clear new ground to prepare for the possible airborne forces that would descend upon Hel Fortress!

Just then, the Star Speaker sent a communication—but it wasn't a pleasant one.

Right in front of Calgar, the Ultramarines' Star Speaker let out a piercing wail!

Their gouged-out eyes emitted a terrifying, murky light... and then, blasphemous warp power emanated from them, along with endless wails!

Those were several important cities from Makula, Carthage, Alexandria, Ephesus...

The city's inhabitants screamed in agony, death and wailing spreading madly. Even more terrifying, their souls could not belong to the Golden Throne; they were being devoured by the unborn in the Warp!

The wailing lasted only a moment, but it conveyed a cruel truth to everyone in Hel Fortress!

Macurag has fallen...

With the direct support of the destructive forces of the warp, the power of mortals is so insignificant and weak...

The fall of several major cities was not due to the weakness of the Ultramarines' defenses, but rather to Nurgle's shameless and blatant actions!

The loving father prepared a highly poisonous broth in front of a large cauldron in his garden and sprinkled a few drops in several cities of Macurag.

As a result, one horrific plague after another spread through the city.

The planning had been underway for a week before the war began... and it all came together once the forces attacking Macragge arrived!

Several cities fell completely, and their souls and bodies became invaluable materials—

There was no concentrated force to attack the tough Ultra Warriors...

The Word Bearers and the Death Guards have devoted most of their power to the goal of "slaughter".

This was far too easy for the two legions that possessed a large amount of warp fel energy.

The fall of several cities and the annihilation of tens of millions of people were accomplished in just a few days with the cooperation of the Nurgle.

Of course, the two rebel legions also paid a heavy price... Their incomplete forces were largely wiped out by the Ultramarines and Mackrag's troops, and now their numbers are less than half.

But that's enough.

Now that the stage is set up, it's time for the real actors to take the stage.

The Star Speaker's body trembled violently, then stopped abruptly... a heavy breathing sound came from his lips.

"Hoo—the air in Macurag isn't any worse than in Grandpa's garden..."

The sound was like a cat's claws frantically scratching at glass—unpleasant, terrifying, and enough to drive one mad! But what was even more terrifying was undoubtedly what this sound symbolized and represented!

In Carthage, a city where almost no living creatures remained, a massive and terrifying altar of flesh and blood was set up.

Countless corpses and souls have been sacrificed and thrown into the Warp... and as a proportional price, the souls they gave up are enough to summon a complete Primarch from the Warp.

buzzing...

The membrane wings vibrated at a high frequency in the air, producing a dizzying sound. Immediately afterwards, an aura that seemed to corrode everything and desecrate all life emanated from it.

A terrifying and enormous figure passed through the vortex of the subspace and arrived in the real world.

Through the respirator, he took a heavy, deep breath of the air from the long-lost real universe, exhaled deadly poisonous mist, and lightly swung the scythe in his hand.

"The air in the real world still smells as bad as ever."

He spoke in a low voice, but his tone carried an obvious sense of pleasure and joy.

Even after ascending to the level of a demon, the Primarch still longs for the time when he was a physical being in the universe.

That pursuit of the essence of life is also what the original body, after becoming an unborn being, yearns for.

"Lord of Death, we have prepared another offering for the summoning ritual."

A Word Bearer priest, his head scribbled with blasphemous scriptures, stepped forward. Even facing this demonic Primarch directly, his expression remained unchanged...

“Yurizen Eribas…you have done a very good job.”

Mortarian stared at this man, renowned both among the Word Bearers and in Chaos, and spoke in an emotionless tone…

“But I won’t waste time waiting for my brother. Since everything is going well, I will go straight for my prize. I don’t need Loka to share my glory.”

“But…” Iribus paused, his brow furrowed as he spoke…

“We have come at the command of the Dark Gods. Even if you are unwilling to wait for our Primarch’s help, shouldn’t you wait for Lord Typhons…”

"Don't argue with me!!" Mortalian suddenly roared, as a swarm of bloodthirsty bees circled around Eribus!

Eribus immediately shut his mouth. Although he was eager to seize this opportunity to gain the favor of the gods, he did not want to die.

"Moreover, Typhons won't make it," Mortarian sneered.

He received Typhon's plea for help while he was in the warp, and now he's here. But that doesn't mean he has no chance to save Typhon; in fact, the undead warship hasn't even reached the skies above Macragge yet.

This is the nature of subspace; time here is never a river flowing forward, but a lake with countless intersecting branches.

Even so, Mortalian had no intention of wasting his power and time to save Typhons.

Firstly, he couldn't hide his disgust for his arrogant and conceited son.

Furthermore, Mortalian also needed him and his End to block the forces that would soon interfere with their killing of Guilliman.

Their target is Guilliman; all they need to do is free it from the control of the Corpse King.

As for the others, even if they die here, as long as their goal is achieved, the loving father will be overjoyed.

Therefore, Mortarian decided to act alone and expedite the process. He yearned to claim this glory alone, and moreover... he possessed sufficient "bargaining chips"...

Around Mortalian's neck hung an old, dark yellow vial containing a single drop of scarlet venom.

But inside this unassuming little bottle lies the secret weapon that bestows a blessing upon Mortarion!

—Angron, where did you get such great power from?

Has she chosen yet another master to serve and become your slave?

Mortarian thought disdainfully, but whatever.

How ridiculous and foolish are the powers of the mortal world in the face of destructive forces, and perhaps today, he may be able to hunt down two Primarchs!

Yes, he was the only one to claim that supreme glory!

He no longer needed the demons' help. Although he had smeared the plague of Kugas into his hidden poison needles, Mortarion didn't think he would ever need to use it.

With his grandfather watching over him, what was wrong with dealing with a paralyzed Guilliman and a useless Angron?

Damn it, it's easy, absolutely possible!!

Mortarion spread his wings, and the silent flapping of them made him disappear into the clouds in an instant. Wherever the Lord of Death went, the dark clouds were stained with a strange and morbid green, and countless plagues and mosquitoes flew around wildly.

"Arrogant and conceited fool!"

As Eribus stared at the disappearing figure of the Lord of Death, he said with disdain and contempt, "That's exactly what I was thinking, that's how disrespectfully I was thinking!"

"Don't worry about him. My brother has always been the least self-reflective and respectful of his elders among us."

A faint voice emanated from the void, and Irebas immediately adopted a humble posture, even though he and the person making the gesture knew it was merely a false pretense.

"Let Mortarian go first, let him probe out those hidden people and those powerful forces."

In the boundless warp, Loka felt his body being filled with warp power, adapting to the new power while not yet truly completing the crucial step of constructing a physical form, and chuckled softly...

“Once Mortarian has played all his cards, it will be our turn.”

"Guilliman, this time, I'm going to turn your Macragge into the second Kos, hehehehe!"

96. Destroying hope

Macragge is burning, and countless fallen calamity stars, carrying the malice of the chaotic gods who came here, crash down on the major cities of Macragge along with fragments of the destroyed orbital defense facilities.

Death and disaster continued to escalate, and the sacrifices offered to the Chaos Gods ensured that the warp storm enveloping Macragge would not dissipate.

The Ultramarines' defenses had been breached, even though they were aware of the enemy's objective... and even though they fought desperately toward Hel Fortress, where their Primarchs slumbered, it was all in vain.

Because he came, because death came.

As Mortarion brandished his Silence, countless swarms of dead bees, carrying plague viruses from the warp, swept across the entire Makuragar.

Wherever it goes, everything perishes; wherever it goes, all defenses and military forces are easily sliced ​​apart like butter cookies.

"Too easy."

Mortarian thought this as he looked at the golden statue of Guilliman, corrupted and eroded by his plague, and smiled contemptuously before severing it with a wave of his hand. Not far away, however, were the people fighting.

Men, women, and children of all ages in Macurag took up arms the moment the enemy arrived.

This is the heart of Alteramar, but there are no cowards here, only those loyal to the Empire, loyal to the sons of the Primarch!

With loud howls, they raised their laser guns and pulled the triggers at the foul-smelling monsters.

Under the command of the Ultramarines, they resisted the enemy's advance.

"In the name of Macurag, in the name of the Emperor, in the name of Robert Guilliman, kill these filthy maggots!!"

A retired officer brandished his power sword, now merely decorative, and roared as he directed his family into the makeshift trenches, aiming their guns and cannons at the approaching, ghastly green tide.

The roars of the beasts terrified them, but the homeland and Macurag behind them gave them boundless courage, and they pulled the trigger amidst the roars!

The crimson beam pierced through the layers of green poisonous mist, penetrating the terrifying creatures manifested within. Human courage and strength were resisting the hellish monsters from the unknown and filled with fear!

One by one, the plague-twisted creatures transformed into plague zombies and Nurgle were pierced through, while some enormous Chaos Eggs or other colossal beings were destroyed by fearless soldiers using molten metal and plasma weapons.

The advancing lines were repeatedly thwarted, repeatedly pushed back. Could the road to victory really be blocked by these vast numbers of courageous mortals?

No, that's impossible.

Miracles may exist, and they may even happen to these mortals. But at this moment, no matter how magnificent the miracle, it cannot stop the coming of the end.

Even the miracles of an emperor—how could his golden eyes grant people courage and victory every time?