Chapter 1101 The Youngest of the Death Guard

This back and forth created the myth of Mortarion's amazing combat power as a single soldier.

Not to mention that this guy can also cast psychic spells...

Oh, no. Numerology skills.

A corrupt miasma can reduce the hit rate of enemy units by a little bit, which means that the guardsmen who are supposed to hit the target every time cannot hit Mortarion with every bullet.

Some bullets even passed through the holes in Mortarion's wings, which is much more difficult than aiming at the bloated Mortarion.

In addition, Tzeentch is unfamiliar with the rules and is really bad at controlling chess pieces to fight, which is why Mortarion can swim in the crowd for a long time without any injury.

If you insist on saying the problem with Mortarion, it is that the chess pieces are too difficult to paint and the shape is too complicated to carry.

Moreover, the current version of the Death Guard has made a big mistake, completely losing the previous superman style, and has become a real shit army, with even the winning rate falling into the sewer.

The faction's win rate is less than 40%, and it occupies the bottom three positions with the Tau Empire and the Space Dwarves. If Lin Fan fights a real chess player, he can just click to surrender the moment Mortarion gives up.

So who has the highest win rate?

The Eldar, with a win rate of 67%, are the best among all the heroes, and they are very strong for the other losers.

But fortunately... he is facing Tzeentch, an ignorant and confused Tzeentch...

Oh... it is a good thing to abuse new players. And I don't need to explain it, just imagine the battle scene in your mind, and just sit aside and watch quietly.

Lin Fan's mouth corners are harder to suppress than AK. The happier he smiles, the deeper Tzeentch's aggrieved feeling.

But he can't say anything, after all, Lin Fan just said, "This is the great game, you can play it or not, if you don't play it, there are plenty of people who want to play it. I see that you always disintegrate and melt, I'm afraid that Khorne and Nurgle are going to come out to grab the controller, you might as well play a few games for them and see how it goes..."

Do you want to let them take over?

This idea was rejected by Tzeentch as soon as it arose. He would never let others interfere with the great game he had worked so hard to create.

If Khorne took over, he would definitely let the whole army attack. Then he took the lead and fought with the Subjective. After a few slaps, Khorne lay under the table and was motionless.

As for Nurgle... that fat guy Tzeentch was too lazy to think about it.

Tzeentch covered his forehead, took a puff of the Warp cigar, and said after a little relaxation, "Come on, come on, continue. You haven't hit the core area yet, this is not a qualitative victory."

......

Motarion swept away tens of thousands of guards with his own strength, and a fatal gap appeared in the huge throne room.

The primarchs seized the opportunity and sent the army in, not giving the degraded guards the possibility to fill the defense line.

The primarchs led the way, and the legendary veterans followed closely behind. The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers, and the degraded guards died as many as they came.

The battle was so fierce that the Emperor who was observing outside the battlefield could not help but think deeply for a long time. He called the commander of the Imperial Guards, Valdor, and asked him what he thought.

Valdor looked at the screen and saw that the Primarchs were very cruel to the Degraded Imperial Guards, and could even be said to be abusing them.

Leman Russ even gave up his battle axe and grabbed a Degraded Imperial Guard in each hand and used it like a mallet. After waiting for these Degraded Imperial Guards to break under the huge force, Leman Russ grabbed new Imperial Guards to use.

"I think they are just fighting seriously."

"Fighting seriously?" Valdor's remarks attracted Odmayer's complaints. Sometimes she would come here to observe the situation on the battlefield, and sometimes she would enter the independent space to transform the Ascension Throne project.

Waldo saluted Odemaier, the female scientist waved her hand, gulped down the hot coffee, and said to the Emperor and Waldo, "I think these Primarchs are not serious about the battle, but are subconsciously venting their resentment towards the Imperial Guards."

"Resentment? Why do they have resentment towards the Imperial Guards?" Waldo's question was exactly what the Emperor wanted to ask.

Odemaier rolled his eyes, "You are such a blockhead, your son's attachment to you is pathological. And these golden corns around you can always accompany you, and even listen to your psychic whispers, do you think they can be mentally balanced? It's probably this truth that it's not the lack of wealth that is worrying, but the inequality."

The Emperor and Waldo nodded in understanding, thinking that it was no wonder that even before the onset of Horus's illness, he didn't have a good face for the Imperial Guards, and always had a cold attitude that kept strangers away.

"Ahem... after the war, why don't we change the system? Let the legions take turns to guard the Terra Palace, so that they can feel psychologically balanced."

The Emperor's proposal shocked Valdor. He looked at the Emperor pitifully with the standards of the Imperial Guards, like a kitten about to be abandoned.

The Emperor felt a little sorry when he saw that Valdor was a little disappointed. He did favor the Imperial Guards. After all, these loyal guards were really worry-free, instead of being like his son, who had to do a lot of work for him from time to time.

At this time, Odemayer said, "Don't be afraid. There is more than one Emperor now. You can go to the webway to play with the God-Emperor. After completing some tasks, go to her to ask for some rewards, such as hugs and lifts."

Odemayer mentioned this, and Valdor's worries dissipated at once. Instead, there was a little more expectation under the golden armor.

The Emperor noticed this, frowned, and looked at Valdor with an incredible expression, as if asking: You, a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also betrayed the revolution?

Odemayer wanted to laugh when he saw this, complaining that the Emperor was jealous of him.

The Emperor's expression changed, and he became the cold and silent man that the Imperial Guards were most familiar with.

As they talked about what happened after the war, the battle in the throne room also entered the final countdown.

Ryan kicked the door open and rushed in with the Dark Angels. He had always been upset about not being able to participate in the siege of Terra.

Although he participated again, his identity was indeed the attacking party that surrounded Terra, which made him feel even worse.

When the battle was not so important, Ryan would vent his anger through an ancient entertainment method, that is, skinning wild beasts.

Although there were no animals in the traditional sense in this place, there was no shortage of Tyranid bugs. The Lion would cut off the limbs of the worm, then destroy the central nervous system, and finally use a knife to peel off the skin of the Tyranid worm completely.

The actions of the Primarch fell into the eyes of the Dark Angels, and they also followed suit in private, treating skinning as a form of entertainment.

Among them, Azmodai was the best at skinning, and it was said that he regarded the skinned worms as fallen angels.