I'm a magnetic field madman

Mortarian twirled his scythe, then yanked it back sharply, attempting to trip his brother. Fugen leaped into the air, a faint green light emanating from him, and teleported all matter within an inch of his feet.

Then he cleaved again, shattering the bones surrounding the head of the Silent Chainsaw.

The demon howled as it was wounded, and Mortarion hissed.

Thick smoke billowed from the furnace at the top of the silence and swept over Fugen.

It was eroding the soft padding of the armor and then penetrating the respirator's seal.

The emperor's son began to cough, his breath carrying a mist of blood.

He felt a sense of pressure.

He was poisoned. Not long after his battle with Mortarion, the plague belonging to the god of corruption began to gradually erode Fugen's body.

He stumbled backward. The magnetic field almost instinctively activated to treat the damage and purify his body. It directly destroyed all the unhealthy cells and then reorganized the remaining cells, and the weakness instantly subsided.

"Relying on witchcraft? Mortarian, aren't you the one who hates that kind of thing the most?" Fugen looked at his brother with sarcasm.

"Your so-called aversion is nothing more than that. It's only things that you can't use that you hate and despise."

“You are not my brother, you are not the real Fugrim.”

Having calmed down, Mortarion soothed the howling demonic souls in the silence, then looked at Forgrim before him and retorted sarcastically…

"You're nothing but a lowly clone, a laughable idol. I heard you even call your 'son' 'teacher'?"

Motarian's words pierced Fugen's heart, but he was not one to be defeated by such pathetic words...

"Once I sever your head, you'll find that even this lowly clone of mine can surpass the tainted original," Fugen sneered.

Mortarian didn't answer. He kept pulling the trigger of the Lamp in his hand as he faced Fugen... but Fugen was faster. His magnetic force struck first, squeezing the wrists of both the Lamp and Mortarian, deflecting them. The Lamp's beam missed and landed on the ground, the area instantly becoming vitrified.

“Why not continue fighting hand-to-hand, brother?” Fugen said.

Mortarion still did not answer, but his summoning was met with a violent warp lightning strike!

A dazzling yellow light rushed towards Fugen, which he desperately deflected with his Thunder Sword. The Primarch waved his hand, and a cloud of poisonous mist enveloped Fugen, making it difficult for him to see what was ahead.

Unable to pinpoint the enemy's location, Fugen could only continue to use words to distract and attack Mortarian.

"Where are the warriors who rejected the use of warp space at the Nicaea Conference? You've always been the same thing you pretended to hate, Mortarian."

“I’m just no longer blind,” Mortarian said with a cold laugh as he circled around Fugen.

“I saw through Father’s endless lies about their nature. I found a better ruler, and I became stronger than you.”

"You are nothing but a slave, nothing more."

"Each each other."

Before the words were even finished, Mortarian suddenly attacked, and Fugen once again intended to launch a counterattack—

He succeeded; his Star God Phase Sword pierced Mortarion's chest!

Meanwhile, Mortarian's arm brushed against Fugen's cheek.

But such an attack was far from enough to kill a Primarch, Fugen knew.

Just as he was about to unleash the destructive power of the magnetic field, an indescribable pain spread throughout his body!

"You can't use that power anymore, right?"

Mortarian retreated with a cold laugh, the bottle around his neck that held the gift of paternal love now empty.

"Then, my fake brother, it's time for me to behead you."

98. The Second Empire!

Just how vast is the difference between an Astartes and a Primarch?

How powerless is humanity when faced with a Primarch?

Calgar understood this deeply, because when he failed... and then redeployed his available forces to prepare for the siege of Mortarion...

However, they discovered that even their powerful firepower couldn't get close enough to Mortalian.

The evil forces of the warp protect Mortalian; even a bomb will be instantly corroded and rendered ineffective when it enters his range.

As for its destructive power, that's beyond question. Mortarian didn't even need to lift a finger; a single glance was enough...

The powerful force emanating directly from the evil god himself would cause his warriors to be completely consumed by the plague!

There is no possibility of victory. Against such a monster, the Ultra Warrior has no way to win!

The tragic inability to control his own destiny, let alone protect the Primarch, tormented Calgar with feelings of humiliation, but he could only endure it!

Moreover, the current situation has left Calga somewhat uncertain.

Two rebellious Primarchs are killing each other: one is Mortarion, the Lord of Death, and the other is even more formidable—the traitor Forgrim, who personally caused their Gene Father to fall into eternal slumber!

Calga was confused about what was going on, but for him, the best outcome would be for the two traitors to perish together.

But even without mentioning the two rebel Primarchs, the situation here is definitely not good for the Ultramarines!

Those death shrouds are eroding the Ultramarines' fighting strength, right beside the Primarch...

These Death Guardian Terminator elites displayed even greater fighting spirit and patience.

"For the Primarch, for the Father!!"

The shrill battle cries never ceased, and these repulsive green fat guys made full use of their indestructible nature to keep the Ultramarines, who were eager to escape the battlefield, entangled in the moment.

But the tide of the war turned under these circumstances.

As Sicarius wielded his power sword, beheading a shrouded figure in a burial shroud...

A scythe covered in plague silently pierced the champion swordsman's back.

Unable to dodge in time, and having already slain three shroud-wearing soldiers in succession, the second company commander's senses were now greatly dulled by the neurotoxic gas released by these shrouds.

Just as he was about to be struck by the attack, a battle cry rang out along with the deafening explosion!

"For the five hundred worlds!"

The familiar battle cry, the familiar figures, but what emerged from the mist was not any of the Ultramarines companies that Sicarius knew.

They wore power armor from the Great Crusade era, using tactical standards different from theirs. The company commander, leading the charge, wielded a heavy power hammer; his previous shot had bought Sicarius time… allowing him to execute a beautiful backflip decapitating the man in the death shroud!

"Combat brother, report your number!!"

"Lieutenant General Kalanty of the Ultramarines Legion!!"

Ancient tactics and ancient legionary soldiers offered an even more ancient answer.

Sicarius paused for a moment, and behind these Ultramarines was a group of "ragtag troops" he couldn't quite understand...

A Volstoia Firstborn Regiment, a Catachan Jungle Warriors Regiment, several Imperial Guards with sun emblems, a ruthless female Inquisitor, a group of World Eaters—and even a Custodian!

More than the fighting power that such a group of people could unleash, Sicarius was curious about how such a group of people were able to unite together.

But now is not the time to consider that; the warriors who had charged out attacked the parachuted death shroud from the rear...

In this moment when there were no reinforcements available, it became a powerful force supporting them to continue fighting.

"Commander."

The second company commander, having once again taken down another obstacle in his path, helped Karga to his feet. Karga then immediately issued an order in a low voice...

"Retreat back into the temple immediately, now!!"

The remaining Ultramarines are few in number, most having already perished in battle with the Death Shrouds. While the reinforcements are now assisting them, Calgar has no intention of cooperating with them, given the serious lack of clarity regarding their identification numbers and origins.

This has nothing to do with whether it's despicable or not, because they have an important obligation to fulfill it!

"We need to go back and protect the Primarch! If all hope is lost... we will offer our final loyalty to Macragge and the Father of Genesis!"

Sicarius remained silent; Calgar's words had already conveyed his meaning.

Without further ado, the remaining Ultramarines immediately retreated back into Hel Fortress while Fugan and Mortarion were locked in combat in the sky.

But these two "traitors" who fought each other have now entered another phase that is about to end.

"My imposter brother, how are you feeling now? How are you feeling?"

Mortarian looked at the panting Fugen in front of him and smiled mockingly...

"Your cheating abilities are no longer effective in the face of the Father's grace."

Although his words were sarcastic, Mortarian was absolutely not happy, not at all.

He originally intended to use this deadly poison against Angron... but now he has used this blessed gift against Fugen.

He didn't know how much chance he had of winning against Angron. He was already unable to defeat Fugen's magnetic field power... What would he do if Angron also possessed such power?

"It's an ability that's practically cheating," Mortarian thought to himself.

He loathed this irrational power, but as Fugen said, what he loathed most was his inability to grasp the brilliance of this power.

"..." Mortarian was right. After that attack, Fugen had lost control of the magnetic field power within his body.

There was a blood-red scar on his handsome face, but when Fugen tried to initiate cell recombination, the magnetic field power went almost out of control!

The cells began to proliferate wildly, forming an ugly ball of flesh at the site of Fugen's wound.

Fugen decisively cut it down, but he also realized that he could no longer use the power of the magnetic field.

No, it should be said that he can also utilize the power of electric current. But that's all; if he tries to channel the electric current generated by cell friction into a rotating magnetic field, his cells will proliferate like cancer cells.

Unable to maintain the rotation of the magnetic field, the Thunder Sword in Fugen's hand dissipated in an instant. His face was deathly pale; merely using electricity to maintain his physical strength was an extremely difficult task.

Even so, Fugen silently gripped the Star God Phase Sword and pointed it at Mortarion.

"I thought you only knew how to use that cheating power to decorate your non-existent honors."

"There is no honor between us!" Fugen said in a deep voice.

“Ah, you’re right,” said the Primarch.

Mortarion feigns a swing that the Primarch could easily dodge, then instantly switches to a kick using his boots.

Fugen was kicked several yards backward by the armored giant foot, landing heavily on his back.

Sparks flew from a broken power line on a power armor piece.

"This competition is so boring, brother. You're still not qualified to challenge me."

Mortarian stepped forward with a sneer. He was right. If Fugen lost his magnetic field power, what qualifications did he have to compare with him?

He was nothing more than a pathetic copy, yet Mortarion possessed the power of demonic ascension. How could Fugen possibly withstand it? How could he possibly withstand it?

Fugen refused to compromise. He roared and charged forward again, like a defiant warhorse!

But how can the gap in power be overcome by thought?

Mortarian grabbed Fugen's head, and the vibration of his repaired wings propelled him and Fugen into Hel Fortress in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, it smashed through countless sturdy devices and charged straight to the still throne!

The Ultramarines roared and pulled the trigger at Calgar's command... but Mortarion's mere wave of the trigger brought silence to a standstill.

He casually tossed the nearly dead Fuggen aside and approached Guilliman. Looking down at the sleeping son of vengeance, he gave a gentle, pleasant smile.

Now, nothing can stop him from carrying out his loving father's command.

Ultra Warrior couldn't do it, and his insane brother couldn't either. He didn't even need Loka's help; he accomplished such a feat all by himself!

Not only that, he was even able to bring the incomplete Fugen back into his loving father's arms.

Imagine the insult to Slaanesh when the Mortarian enslaver, Blessed in the embrace of the Blessed, goes to fight Slaanesh during the Eternal War.

Wow, just thinking about it makes me want to raise my flag!

The pride that came with his achievement filled Mortalian's heart like a swollen sponge... but at this moment, he held up Silence, wanting to say only one thing...

"Welcome to join us, bro."

He swung his scythe down suddenly, but at that very moment, as if time had frozen, two figures burst out from the mist!

Lilith raised her longsword, which was burning with blood flames, and thrust it through the gap created by Fugen, carrying deadly divine power and magnetic force.

Kane's divine power, mixed with an aggressive magnetic field, exploded instantly within Mortalian's body. The intense pain and damage caused the demonic Primarch to let out a momentary roar and his movements to freeze for a split second.

Immediately afterward, right in front of Mortarion, an Eldar, the Chosen of Death, raised her old woman's sword and thrust it fiercely at the sleeping Guilliman!

"No!"