Chapter 706: Mortarion: Let's unite!

Those twisted psychic powers centered on Ma Genusi, stabbing toward all directions. The warships pierced by that psychic power did not directly collapse, but instead turned into layers of flickering shadows.

It was as if the warships of other parallel worlds were pulled to this point, overlapping together, colliding together, constantly flickering, emitting light that made people dizzy.

The crew and Astartes in the warships also issued wails at the same time. They began to have repeated organs, grew several heads, extended several arms, and possessed several completely different wills.

Even if they were themselves in parallel worlds, there were still slight differences between them. This bit of difference added together was enough to be fatal.

Finally, the warships collided with themselves in parallel worlds, instantly turning into a mass of molten furnace fire and bursting. A massive number of fragments sprayed toward the surroundings, shattering several more warships.

Guilliman quickly re-established command over the fleet. He directed the warships to intercept one by one before Ma Genusi, almost sacrificing these warships as shields to protect the Macragge's Honour, to protect Guilliman himself.

Such behavior naturally did not conform to the morality in Guilliman's heart, but out of rationality, out of realistic considerations, Guilliman had to do so.

Zhou Yun had warned him that if he were corrupted by Chaos, the threat caused would be even greater than the original Horus.

The fleet also followed Guilliman's orders without hesitation, turning themselves into shields to intercept Ma Genusi.

But among these fleets, there were almost only Imperial fleets. The Death Guard fleet brought by Mortarion did not follow Guilliman's orders.

Instead, they arranged a weird, twisted formation around Ma Genusi, the Imperial fleet, and the Macragge's Honour.

They were in groups of seven, seven groups as one battle group, seven battle groups as one fleet, and seven fleets formed a twisted heptagram constantly circling and orbiting, seemingly following some fixed ritual.

Those Death Guards also did not join the fleet. They also formed some kind of formation in sevens, chanting something in the fleet. Beside them were also a large number of Nurglings swaying, as if dancing an ancient prayer dance.

But Guilliman did not condemn Mortarion's behavior, because the effect of this weird ritual was immediate.

Mortarion took a step out, entering the void from the broken gap of the Macragge's Honour. His body also instantly collided, changing from more than three meters tall to seven meters tall in the blink of an eye.

Guilliman guessed that Mortarion's height now should be exactly seven meters, seventy-seven centimeters, and seven millimeters.

His body curled up slightly, and the pale armor covering his back opened inch by inch. A pair of moth wings sprinkled with scales grew out from his back alive.

"... Isn't it said that this is a jump pack? Is it detachable? How did it grow out by itself?" Guilliman couldn't help but mutter.

He felt that Mortarion couldn't hear it anyway, and vacuum couldn't transmit sound.

Where did Mortarion turn his head, staring at Guilliman with gloomy eyes.

"Usually it is a jump pack, it is detachable, but isn't it faster to grow out at a critical moment?"

It was you who said that growing wings by God's blessing is feudal superstition, Guilliman thought in his heart, but eventually didn't say it.

Because he knew Mortarion would definitely say that this was not any God's blessing, this was the great power of numerology.

The moth wings behind Mortarion shook slightly. His speed was faster than a void ship in an instant, almost turning into a mass of pale lightning, stabbing directly toward Ma Genusi surrounded by the fleet.

Does flying with wings in a vacuum really conform to aerodynamics?

Guilliman felt he was a bit choked.

Vacuum is cold, lacking the things necessary to maintain life. Mortals stepping into it will definitely die.

But Mortarion is not a mortal; he is a Primarch.

In just a few breaths, Mortarion had already rushed out of the fleet formation, seeing Ma Genusi at close range.

Thousands of Magnuses were embedded together, turning into this twisted, grotesque organism.

The power of the Well of Eternity was forcibly poured into his body. Those possibilities that had not become reality were constantly piling up and increasing on his body.

But Mortarion also determined one thing after observing at close range.

Ma Genusi not only possessed bodies and powers from parallel worlds, but he also possessed wills from parallel worlds.

All the Crimson Kings were trying to control this shell. They fought each other, difficult to reach a consensus, almost like a manic madman, only relying on the underlying instruction injected by Tzeentch to corrupt Guilliman to take unified action.

That is to say, the current Ma Genusi is a beast that can only rely on instinct, except for corrupting Guilliman, and is still a severely personality-split beast.

But even if it is just a beast...

Ma Genusi sensed Mortarion's existence. Thousands of Ma Genusi heads looked at Mortarion at the same time.

Intense psychic power almost flooded toward Mortarion like a flood.

Mortarion's moth wings curled up, wrapping around Mortarion himself like two residual leaves.

Behind him, one could faintly see a rotten flesh tower piled up by Great Unclean Ones.

823,543 Great Unclean Ones sat among the dim yellow clouds, with flies roaring, cysts hanging, treasure trees rotting, and dark clouds raining.

These 800,000+ Greater Daemons had all picked up Mortarion's life-buying money at the crossroads of Nurgle's Garden.

Relying on the great power of numerology, Mortarion bound his life with theirs.

In the first instant that Ma Genusi's flood-like psychic power rushed over, one-seventh, 117,649 Greater Daemons turned into powder in wails.

What terrifying psychic power.

Mortarion's gloomy face twisted abruptly, and thick corrupt smoke formed out of thin air, rolling and pressing toward Ma Genusi.

But Ma Genusi just trembled his body, and the scorching psychic power burned Mortarion's released poison mist to nothingness.

Those psychic powers turned into thousands of piercing flickering light spears, rushing toward Mortarion. Mortarion tried to shake his wings to dodge.

But those light spears seemed to be manipulated by Ma Genusi's powerful psychic power, directly distorting causality. Those light spears pierced through Mortarion's body at the same time they were shot.

More than 300,000 Greater Daemons turned into fly ash in the blink of an eye, returning to Nurgle's Garden to read the bar and resurrect.

How could this damn feudal superstition be so powerful? This red-skinned one who plays with witchcraft...

Before Mortarion finished cursing in his heart,

More psychic light spears circled around him, almost impossible to dodge, piercing Mortarion into a sieve in the blink of an eye.

The Greater Daemons remaining behind Mortarion vanished into thin air. Heart-tearing pain surged from Mortarion's body.

A strong feeling of tearing came from within his body. Memories, souls, and bodies from other possibilities were surging in his body.

"You actually betrayed the Emperor!" A roar sounded from his brain, and a head grew from Mortarion's side, tearing at Mortarion's body.

Another head was pulled out from Mortarion's neck. That head muttered something like "Hades" that couldn't be understood.

And more, more parallel-world Mortarions crashed in, tearing at Mortarion's body.

If it weren't for Mortarion as a Daemon Primarch, whose body could not be discussed by common sense, he would have been torn into pieces.

"Yi? Yi? Yi!" ===== CHAPTER 707 =====

The head targeted by Mortarion let out a sharp hiss, and a psychic spike thrust out, instantly piercing Mortarion's body.

The remaining Greater Daemons behind Mortarion vanished into smoke, and heart-wrenching pain surged from within Mortarion's body.

A violent tearing sensation erupted from within him; memories, souls, and bodies from other possibilities were all surging inside him.

"You actually betrayed the Emperor!" A roar echoed in his mind, and a head grew from Mortarion's side, tearing at Mortarion's body.

Another head was ripped out from Mortarion's neck; that head muttered something incomprehensible like "Hades."

There were more, even more Mortarions from parallel worlds crashing in, tearing at Mortarion's body.

Seven—counting Mortarion himself, a total of seven of him were melded together, indistinguishable, tearing at each other.

If not for the fact that Mortarion, as a Daemon Primarch, had a body that could not be discussed in conventional terms, he would have already been torn to shreds.

"Yi? Yi? Yi!"