Chapter 1078 Blind Faith

On the other side, the battle between Lorgar and the Word Bearers was also going smoothly. Although they were not as elegant and swift as the Emperor's Children, the fanaticism they showed in their words and deeds deeply inspired other troops.

Because of their similar religious tastes, the number of state religion troops gathered around Lorgar and the Word Bearers was several times more than that of Fulgrim. Even the recruited Astra Militarum were mostly born in the religious world and were influenced by the fanatical and sacrificial atmosphere of the state religion for generations.

Although the Word Bearers were traitors, for these mortal troops who had little experience, the Word Bearers in white armor and white helmets were exactly the same as the angels of death in mythology.

Especially Lorgar, who was the largest in size and roar, a golden iron halo appeared behind his bald head, and the barrier of faith moved with his body. The shots of the Death Mark assassins disappeared after entering the barrier of rich golden light.

This was the essence of Lorgar's subspace, the blind faith that was not recognized. In the golden light, even the most rational veterans would be incited, forgetting the purpose of their guns and joining the charge with bayonets. But the Death Mark Assassins are by no means low-level units. Their strength is also not small, and they can bring heavy costs to opponents who underestimate them. Many soldiers were torn to pieces by the Death Mark Assassins in this way, and then more soldiers shouted "Long live the God Emperor" to complete revenge for their comrades.

When Lorga Fulgrim was fighting with the Death Mark Assassins, Mortarion and the Death Guard also joined the battlefield. They did not use brave melee to defeat the Death Mark Assassins that kept pouring out of the rift, but used heavy shields to form a moving wall, slowly and unstoppably crushing them.

"They rushed too fast." Mortarion commented as he looked at the melee in front of him, "They need a stable rear to crush all these pale bones!"

"We are your unbreakable blades, Lord of Death!" The veterans who followed Mortarion the longest shouted in unison, which brought Mortarion's thoughts back to a long time ago, when Barbarus returned to the embrace of mankind, Mortarion gave a speech to the Death Guards.

Tzeentch knew that the Death Mark Assassin's raid would not achieve any results, so he dispatched other troops here. There were orcs who were slightly thin but wearing more elite armor, and Chaos Space Marines who were used by Tzeentch as slaves. After the Battle of Cadia, the Chaos warbands that successfully escaped from Chagatai's pursuit were all in Tzeentch's hands.

Tzeentch rubbed his hands with many smiles on his face. Now he finally felt like he was playing a game, instead of being annoyed by Lin Fan's weird and unpredictable abilities.

The enchanted warriors of the Word Bearers and the Noise Corps that broke away from the Emperor's Children and looked down on Fulgrim were on the way. I wonder what wonderful expressions Lorgar and Fulgrim would have on their faces when they saw them.

Tzeentch couldn't help but laugh out loud, while Lin Fan shook the dice from time to time, throwing protection dice for friendly troops, trying his best to help them block the attack of the neural splitting beam.

A political commissar jumped out of the trench halfway, he was excited and felt extremely honored to be able to participate in such a great holy war. At this moment, a neural splitting beam hit him directly and pushed him into the trench. The soldiers closed their eyes, and no one helped. After all, no brother who was hit by a neural splitting beam could survive.

But this political commissar was different. The points on the protection dice protected his life, but for them, this was the appearance of the God-Emperor. Seeing the commissar getting up from the ground, without even a hole in his clothes, the soldiers' morale soared. They forgot their fear and jumped out of the trenches, eager to put the muzzle of the gun into the mouth of the Death Mark assassin to prove their loyalty and bravery.

The position became more and more chaotic, and the fanatical atmosphere made everyone dizzy. Only Mortarion still maintained a steady attitude and advanced little by little so that the troops could always have a stable rear.

Now they needed their three legions to open up the situation immediately and further expand the landing area to support the activities of other troops.

Fugen and Lorgar didn't know how long they had been advancing forward. They only knew that the metal wall was getting bigger and bigger in their field of vision. When they were about to run to the foot of the metal wall with one kilometer left, Fugen took a breath and looked back to observe the situation.

All along the way, there were broken bones and flesh of degraded bodies and the strange green corpses of fallen soldiers. The process of neural lysis did not stop until death came.

Further away was a line of Death Guards, their armor turning bone-white from the Great Crusade after fading Nurgle's corruption, with only a hint of rusty red revealing their ancient truth. But to the rest of the Imperial forces, Mortarion's support was just another legion of atonement forgotten by the Emperor.

"Perhaps, they will mistake us for Jaghatai's Legion or something." Fulgrim smiled, and then heard Lorgar's roar. On the other side of the battlefield, this golden giant was atonement with a heavy Bible and chain hammer, and the fanatical believers felt infinite power just by looking at Lorgar's solemn back.

One hundred thousand Death Mark assassins became history, and the Emperor's Children and Word Bearers also moved beyond the metal wall to further explore Tzeentch's layout.

Outside the wall was a rugged terrain composed of sharp rocks and high mountains. The members of the Leman Russ tanks knew at a glance that the next battle might have nothing to do with them. According to the inspection by the Eldar speedboat, there are many planetary anti-aircraft artillery pointing straight to the sky hidden in this knife-cut mountain range. It seems that Tzeentch does not want the brutal orbital bombardment to destroy his carefully designed battlefield.

Fulgrim wiped off the bone residue on his body elegantly. He saw a familiar army looming under the cover of the mountains. The obscene noise made Fulgrim's old memories constantly emerge in front of him.

Damn...

Cursing secretly, Fulgrim looked at Lorgar from a distance and found that his brother's performance was even worse. Two lines of tears flowed on his calm face.

Lorgar saw the enchanted warriors wearing Word Bearers armor waving at him. These warriors were once Lorgar's most proud sons and the perfect display of the theory that demons and mortals can be integrated together.

Now they have become puppets of Tzeentch and a thorn in Lorgar's heart that will not go away for a long time. The existence of each enchanted warrior is quietly telling Lorgar such a cruel fact that all his efforts in the past ten thousand years are just the tacit consent of the gods to play with him.

"Father... what should we do?" A white-armored Word Bearer asked Lorgar.

Lorgar had to reply with a trembling voice, "Let them rest in peace. The blame is all on me, a fool."