I'm a magnetic field madman

Countless pale green poisonous fumes and spores spread silently... and the fortified position in front, commanded by a large number of ordinary people and retired soldiers, had been surrounded without anyone noticing.

The officer, who had been full of courage just moments before, almost suffocated when he saw the giant emerging from the poisonous fog.

A tremendous fear gripped his heart, the horror of death shattered his reason, and in that instant he screamed and fled his post!

They could withstand the undead pouring out of the Warp, but could they withstand Mortarion?

No, absolutely impossible. Even with the emperor's favor, it's utterly impossible.

Mortarian didn't even see these mortals; he simply moved forward... and the overflowing death devoured and destroyed the impregnable fortress like a monstrous beast.

The roaring men pulled the triggers, but the crimson beams of hell could not leave even a single scar on the Lord of Death.

He walked to the side, gently waved his hand, and silence fell; the massive fortress collapsed in an instant.

Mortarian's eyes were devoid of any light; he showed no reaction to the deaths of these mortals. They were nothing but ants; what did he care?

They deserve nothing more than to tremble and submit at our feet!

"For Guilliman, for the five hundred worlds!"

Just then, an ancient Leman Rustank roared toward Mortarion... The retired officer who had just fled stepped forward, raising his power sword, tears welling in his eyes, and charged toward Mortarion with a roar!

He had already seen his son, grandson, and the entire family of his dead!

I even saw their pathetic state as they struggled to recover from the plague.

The old officer had a chance to escape, but he gave it up. As he said, for Maclagh, for Guilliman, for the Emperor, for the Five Hundred Worlds—for everyone!

Fuck him!

The heavy Leman Rustank no longer seemed small compared to Mortarion. Faced with the ruler of death, could that steel chariot still put up a fight?

The steel chariots were approaching, but these chariots, which had no ammunition, were gradually corroded and destroyed by an unseen plague as they drew near.

It was as if countless years had been superimposed onto this steel behemoth... Just by getting close, countless invisible and tiny life forms in the air devoured this steel thing completely.

Mortarian went inside and grabbed the old officer, whose body was half rusted away. His deep voice came through the respirator.

"Kneel down before me, and I will grant you death."

Mortarian's actions were indeed impulsive... but faced with the mercy of the Lord of Death, the old officer used his last strength to spit at him...

"Die, you demon!!"

Mortarian instantly crushed the old officer's body, and his soul was easily shattered by Mortarian!

But this was not enough to make him happy; in fact, the face beneath the respirator was now darker than ever before…

It was still the same, the same again, Robert Guilliman… the luckiest of all his brothers, the one with the best background of all his brothers!

He was just as detestable as Saint Gilles.

They were loved and respected just the same, adored and revered unconditionally. But Mortarian hated it all; he hated the weak love, and even more so, he hated that his brother could enjoy it all so comfortably.

All of this made Mortarion extremely irritable.

A thunder eagle pierced the sky overhead, and Mortarion heard the roar of his offspring.

Apart from a very few death shrouds that were directly airdropped near Hel Fortress and had not yet been shot down, his offspring continued their slow advance.

Without Typhons, they fearfully reported their news to their genetic father. Mortalian could sense that they felt only fear, not respect, towards themselves.

In fact, it's not just Typhon; how many members of the Deathguard truly love and respect their offspring from the bottom of their hearts?

This is the complete opposite of Guilliman's situation.

Mortarian was extremely unhappy!

"Useless trash!!" Mortarian roared impatiently and angrily, flapping his wings and flying directly towards Hel Fortress!

He doesn't need those useless people! Unlike Guilliman, he doesn't need the worthless worship and respect of these weak offspring!

He alone is enough!

Is there any hope left for us?

When Calgar survived yet another brutal meat grinder battle, looking at his surviving brothers around him, the Ultramarines Chapter Master questioned himself more than once.

Was he a competent commander? Were his mistakes the cause of this tragic outcome? And will he be the last Chapter Master of the Ultramarines?

A disgrace that will have its name etched into history?

A flawed example destined to be humiliated countless times by posterity in the annals of imperial history?

Calga shook his head. He knew this wasn't the time to think about such pointless things... but the flame of hope in his heart was indeed gradually dying out.

Looking up, the overlapping dark clouds in the sky had been replaced by a nauseating green layer.

Not far away, beyond the throngs of traitors and demonic beasts, lay a dense fog from which more and more enemies continued to emerge.

Their ammunition was running low, their soldiers were beginning to tire, and reinforcements were nowhere to be found.

Boom!!

Heavy footsteps echoed through the nauseating green twilight... From the smoke emerged a fat, green demon covered in flabby flesh and scars, grinning broadly, behind him lay countless plague-ridden zombies transformed from the people of Makulag.

One who is great impurity, one who harbors filth and evil.

Calga gripped his boxing gloves tightly; perhaps no moment could compare to the despair he felt now.

“Sicarius”.

He spoke in a low voice, and the second company commander beside him, the champion swordsman of the Ultramarines, already understood. He stood silently beside the chapter commander, vowing to fight to the last moment as the son of Macragge.

But just before the charge could resume, an elegant and ancient flute melody rang out from the mist.

The next moment, some unexpected figures emerged from the layers of mist!

With unparalleled elegance and speed, a group of Eldar, adorned with a majestic phoenix on their spirit bone armor, suddenly stormed onto the battlefield!

Faced with the demonic legion led by the Great Impure One, they displayed extremely high combat skills and strength.

Like a dance, they harvested the lives of these unborn beings in vast swathes.

Among them, Ida, a woman who was the leader, was the first.

Wearing a dress unsuitable for combat, she wielded a blade and danced with unparalleled sharpness among the enemy ranks. Wherever she passed, the lifeless ones slain by her sword would turn into ashes!

Then, she confronted the unclean one.

Amidst a series of phantoms that even Calgary couldn't clearly see, accompanied by leaping lightning, the enormous demon collapsed like a mountain, then turned to ashes and vanished!

Not only him, but Calgar also couldn't see clearly the fanatical Kane brides wreathed in blood flames, nor could he see the movements of the elusive clowns.

The only unique feature of these spirit race members is that they are always surrounded by a dazzling bolt of lightning.

After killing the Great Imp, the female Eldar immediately approached Calgar. The Chapter Master gripped his power gauntlets, Cato Sicarius held his sword hilt, and all the Ultramarines around him immediately pointed their guns at him.

Demons and traitors are absolute enemies, and so are most of the aliens.

But the female spirit did not make a move. Instead, she twirled her sword, reversed the blade, and spoke to Karga in a condescending tone...

"Humans, we have come to save you."

Kalga did not answer; he simply stared at the Eldar, at the alien creature.

The Eldar are a group of aliens who cannot be trusted!

This is the highest assessment the Empire has ever given of the Eldar race... but conversely, it's an attitude that says they are not trustworthy...

This also means, from another perspective, that humans don't necessarily have to fight to the death with the Eldar every time they meet.

The Eldar and the Empire have a relationship that is different from other alien races. They are races that share similar aesthetics, intelligence, and even values, so there is considerable room for cooperation between them.

"Alien!!"

Sicarius growled threateningly at Evelynn, but Calga stopped the second company commander from making a rash enemy and turned to Evelynn, speaking in a deep voice...

"State your purpose, Spirit Race!"

“I told you, I’m here to help you,” Everene said calmly, unfolding her iron fan.

"The great enemy of Chaos is invading your world; they want to turn your Primarch into a corrupted demon prince. We have come to awaken your Primarch."

"How can we believe the aliens' nonsense!" Sicarius growled.

"You can only trust us," Everene said calmly.

"The army of the heavens is endless, and your forces cannot withstand them for long. And when they break through your defenses, everything will be irreversible."

"What do you intend to do?" Calga demanded.

“It’s very simple,” Everene said calmly.

"The destiny of your Primarch, Guilliman, to be resurrected should have been not long ago. But now, your Great Sage has not yet arrived, nor has the Armor of Destiny been delivered. We can only use our power to revive your Primarch."

She slowly raised her old woman's sword, and in the next moment uttered words that would have made all the Smurfs present tear her to pieces.

"To resurrect your Primarch, the power of Death must be infused into his body. Only death can eliminate the putrid poison that clung to him and allow it to circulate. Then, I will use Isa's power to help him achieve rebirth."

At this point, Evelyn's meaning became quite clear.

To resurrect Guilliman, Guilliman must be killed and revived using the power of an alien god.

Is this something that even Ultra Warriors can accept? No way, absolutely not!

"Impossible!!" Calga roared like thunder.

"As long as I live, neither you aliens nor your vile witchcraft can harm my father!!"

Was it impulsive? Calga's actions were actually quite rational.

Because it would be blasphemous and foolish for any Space Marine to accept having an Xenomorph kill his dying father in order to save himself, and that would be absolutely unacceptable!

The enraged Ultramarines also turned their guns on the Death Army behind Evelynn... while the Death Army, especially the Bride of Kane who had been enhanced by magnetic field power, sneered at them with malicious anticipation!

Evelynn frowned slightly, raised the old woman's sword to signal them to lay down their weapons, and then looked at the furious Calgar and said...

“You have no choice, Chapter Master. If we do not resurrect your Primarchs, you will be unable to protect them from the armies of Chaos.”

"The Son of Macurag will fight to the last drop of blood!"

Boom!!

Accompanied by Calgary's roar, a bolt of lightning seemed to tear the sky apart.

Evelyn looked towards the approaching green light in the distance of the mist, and suddenly gave Calga a cold laugh...

"I hope your courage is just as strong towards him, Commander."

After saying that, she and the Death Army behind her retreated into the endless subspace mist.

Calga wanted to order a pursuit of their trail, or rather, to kill them... but the renewed surge of troops made Calga reconsider his irrational decision.

The army of Chaos pressed forward once again, and this time, although the troublesome Great Unclean One was absent, it was a complete elite force of the Death Guard.

Those sharp horns, those pale reaper's scythes, that ghastly green Terminator power armor smeared with plague—

They are death shrouds, they are the Eye of Mortalion, they are the elite troops of the corrupt Fourteenth Legion.

Their arrival signifies only one fact: their master is also coming.

Calga didn't want to think about it, even though his reason told him that what the alien had said was about to become a reality.

But Calga has no choice but to fight.

Without any unnecessary pleasantries or idle chatter, Calga charged ahead at the forefront!

He wasn't carrying any weapons, because Calga's fists were the best weapons he could use!

"Face me, you traitor!!"

Calga roared as his fist pierced through the defenses of the first death shroud along the power gauntlet...

The gauntlet, crackling with electricity, delivered a powerful blow to the Terminator's chin, which was covered in scars and filth!

The opponent's head instantly exploded into a rain of blood mixed with metal fragments, while the remaining body, propelled by the excessive kinetic energy of the kill, slammed heavily backward to the ground with a force capable of shattering the spine.

Calgar's movements were even faster; in the split second before the body fell, the chapter commander adjusted his stance and spun halfway around...

The power boxing gloves gripped tightly as they unleashed a swing that unleashed unprecedented destructive power!

Then another Terminator was torn to pieces on the spot by an exploding bullet!

A roaring power hammer came crashing down on him, but Kargag blocked it. He gathered immense power in his Thunder Fist, ready to counterattack—unbelievably, he smashed another Terminator to pieces with a single punch!

Calga felt as if he possessed an inexhaustible power within him, even though he himself did not know where this power came from!