When you make the blood of all living beings flow like a river, when you turn the world into purgatory, you will not be punished endlessly, but will be granted eternal life of sin. This is the Demon Prince!
The dark powers of absolute malevolence from the Warp, the greatest blessing, or curse, to the real universe, are praised as the ultimate existence, elevated to the blasphemous and corrupted Demon Princes. With the evil that penetrates the human heart, they forge the symbol of Chaos' might.
Daemon Princes range in strength and weakness. The strong, like the ascended Primarchs, are practically a one-man army, save for that idiot Angron. The weaker, like that idiot M'kar, leaked his demon's true name to the entire Ultramar, yet he still hasn't bothered to step in and make a name for himself by slapping Calgar.
There are also some mortal demon princes who are not strong or weak, and some of them try to show off and pick fights, but end up getting hit by a mortal with a big bag and falling to the ground. Some of them are simply walking subspace nuclear bombs!
But this distinction between strength and weakness is of little importance to a Daemon Prince. Their very existence is a monument to the Warp! Regardless of their power, every Daemon Prince is conceived from the most extreme desires, nurtured by the most brutal sacrifices. Ultimately... they are created through the offering of vast oceans of blood!
Looking at the dense and stinking Plague Legion, the Chaos Space Marines of the Death Guard, and the Daemon Prince of Nurgle, Mortarion, standing in front of them, everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their expressions solemn, ready to start a battle at any time.
Only Zhong Kai had a calm expression as he looked towards the depths of Nurgle's Garden, where the "kind father" was licking his long tongue and slowly boiling the soup.
Guilliman, standing beside him, stared intently at his brother, his eyes sharp as he drew his own sword of sincerity and his personal Arbiter composite bolter. Of course, his Primarch's signature weapon, the "Hand of Domination" (a kinetic glove embedded with a bolter), had already been equipped on the Armor of Fate.
At this moment, his heart was burning like a flame, and he was looking forward to a hearty duel with Mortarion, so that he could make him pay the price for his betrayal!
Mortarion's gaze, meanwhile, was fixed on Guilliman. Former Primarchs, now enemies, their relationship was as unfathomable as fate. He fluttered his wings, the Scythe of Silence raised in his right hand, the Lantern (his signature energy pistol, capable of decomposing living things) in his left, his expression impassive as he spoke.
"Guilliman, I never imagined you would bring so many scumbags with you to die! Do you wish to enter the Garden of Nurgle? To meet the loving Father? Or are you already planning to throw yourself into the arms of my Lord?"
Guilliman pointed his sword at the other and shouted angrily, "Mortarion, it is not too late to surrender now! Otherwise, you will be killed by me! And your filthy sins and shameful betrayal will also be punished!"
"Hahaha, Guilliman, what are you talking about? Look at where we are. What can you use to kill me? The endless energy of the warp can give me countless lives. And you only have one!"
"Moreover, countless Nurgle demons are gathering and will tear your fleet to pieces! You have no way out! Face the reality and submit to the great and kind Father! Join our happy family, and we will still be brothers from now on! You can also enjoy eternal life and be free from disease and pain! Such a good gift, do you have the heart to refuse it?"
Zhong Kai couldn't stand it any longer. If he kept on talking, would he still be beaten? Did he really think villains had to be talkative?
With a single glance, he unleashed Heart Control. Mortarion, who had been smirking smugly just moments before, froze in awe. His body faltered, his steps stumbling. If it weren't for the Silent Scythe holding him up, he would have likely fallen to his knees.
However, the Demon Prince's strong body still allowed him to forcibly withstand the damage of his crushed heart. Then, a large amount of warp energy surged in, instantly restoring his heart.
"Damn it...how did you do that?"
Seeing him looking at him with resentment and daring to talk nonsense, Zhong Kai threw another "Heart Control" at him.
This time, Mortarion was prepared. The radiance of his magical shield made him appear radiant. But the next second, a mouthful of foul blood spurted out, his heart was crushed once again, and he fell to his knees.
The "kind father" who was boiling the soup noticed something was wrong and looked in Zhong Kai's direction with a fishy and poisonous breath. His kind eyes were as if he had seen his own child returning home.
【This child is destined to be with me.】
Mortarion could no longer suppress his anger, and immediately raised the "lantern" in his hand and shot it towards Zhong Kai.
Bang! The powerful desolate beam arrived in front of Zhong Kai in the blink of an eye. But the next second, the purple lightsaber, covered in psychic flames, blocked and slashed across, deflecting the desolate beam back.
A high-level demon that was ringing the death knell - the Great Unclean One, was hit by the rebounding desolate beam. In an instant, its body collapsed and turned into a pool of pus.
However, this also seemed to be a signal for the outbreak of battle.
The next moment, the soldiers on both sides pulled the trigger at the same time!
Biubiu! Biubiu! Dadadadada! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the whole scene exploded!
Melta clears the way! Explosive bombs kill! Ion fragmentation! Laser melting!
Loud slogans are heard everywhere, and words of loyalty and righteousness resound through the sky.
"We are the teachings of the Emperor, blessed by holiness. We do not seek immortality, but only the return of our souls to the Golden Throne!"
"We wield the fiery flames of our souls, the cauldrons of heroic communion. We offer our essence to cleanse the wounds of our bodies."
"Brothers! We will fight to the death! For the Emperor!!!"
kill!
The two groups of soldiers and horses clashed with each other like a torrent of steel. With their swords and spears, fierce as tigers, they clashed continuously, their shouts and cries of killing shaking the heavens!
Guilliman had a clear goal and rushed directly towards Mortarion and quickly engaged in battle with him.
Zhong Kai, meanwhile, wielded his dazzling lightsaber, unleashing Force lightning and psychic storms as he charged towards his "kind father." He swiftly neutralized any obstacles and attacks along the way. He was truly a man of few words, a man who would kill anyone who stood in his way. Like the ancient Zhao Yun, he single-handedly slashed through the enemy ranks, intent on striking directly at Huanglong!
Such a powerful performance made the evil god Nurgle more and more fond of him. Sticky venom flowed from his mouth and dripped into the soup pot, splashing wisps of purple smoke. He couldn't help but murmur, "Whose general is this?"
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