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Chapter 30: He's thin-skinned, so slapping him in the face is the right thing to do.
"All companies, proceed to your designated positions at full speed as ordered! No delays allowed!"
The 30 minutes of communication disruption caused by the landing of the Great Tyrant took longer than expected, and when the signal was restored, Mortarion issued commands almost in a roaring manner.
Motalian, aboard the Rand assault boat, looked up at the Judgment Day. The closer he got, the more he could feel the oppressive and terrifying aura of this behemoth.
Even the Primarch, who is like a demigod in the eyes of mortals, is as insignificant as an ant when he comes next to the steel giant foot of this divine machine.
"Have any other troops arrived?"
Upon seeing the offspring of his Primarch Guard, Mortarion jumped off the assault boat.
"Not yet, sir. Besides you, the nearest Death Guard company will need at least fifteen minutes to advance, and there has been no response from the other legions..."
Upon hearing the report from the Death Shroud Terminator, Mortarian frowned slightly.
The Deathguards are a legion that favors infantry combat on foot. They rarely equip themselves with mechanized assault vehicles or even jump packs. Only the Primarch's squad uses the Land Rover speedboat for convenient mobile command.
The problem of insufficient mobility is now fully exposed.
Perhaps my previous demands on the Legion were unreasonable... No!
Motalian immediately rejected self-reflection and found the real problem that had caused this situation.
It's all because that bastard Sun Qian used that damned witchcraft!
Even the most outstanding commander could not possibly consider the scenario of a single soldier paralyzing an Emperor-class Titan!
Mortalian now had another reason to hate psykers, and the fact that they presented it as "the Emperor's protection" only strengthened his resolve to rebel against his tyrannical father.
In that case, perhaps we should request support from Horus in orbit—
This idea was immediately rejected by Mortarian.
Not to mention that doing so is practically admitting defeat, turning his previous accusations against Horus into a boomerang that hits him back at him.
More importantly, Mortarion noticed that since the Great Tyrant landed, not only has the Orbital Fleet shown no intention of sending troops to support it, but according to the report from his offspring, the other legions have not even shown any intention of attacking.
Could it be that they want to...?
"Sir, the brothers who have already gone up haven't responded yet. Should we go up and check on them?"
Upon hearing his offspring's question, Mortarian hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.
"No, let's assemble our forces first. Even if they manage to kill the pilot, we can recover the entire Imperial Titan, which will put us trapped like a turtle in a jar."
Before he could finish speaking, Mortarian seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the sky.
The Primarch's intuition was exceptionally sharp; he spotted a Thunderhawk gunship hurtling towards Demon's Lair, this time skimming low over an Emperor-class Titan...
wrong!
Mortarian's expression changed, and he gave the order in a hurried tone.
"Everyone, get your grappling hooks ready! Let's climb to the Emperor-class Titan and fight together!"
"Oh, sir, but—"
"No buts! You idiot! Didn't you notice the air defense systems have been disabled?!"
Mortarion drew the Silent Scythe from his back, his expression extremely grim.
"At this rate, Judgment Day will change hands!"
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"Sir, we've reached the passage leading inside... Understood. Initiate the assault immediately and kill any living thing you see!"
After a brief report, the two Death Shroud Terminators, Astartes, entered the dimly lit passageway, which was rather narrow for them.
The interior roads of the Emperor-class Titans are as intricate and complex as a maze. When they came to a crossroads...
Rat-a-tat-tat!!!
Upon hearing the gunshot, the two men turned around alertly and unleashed a barrage of fire from their twin-barreled Storm Bomb guns.
However, when they saw, by the light of the exploding bombs, that the source of the gunshots was a bomb gun stuck to the wall with gel, it was too late to realize it was a trap.
hum!
The roar of the chainsaw's engine came from behind, and one of the Terminator warriors fell to his knees with a thud, as his power backpack's energy transmission system was destroyed by an incredibly precise slash.
However, the other Death Shroud Terminator reacted very quickly, pulling out and swinging the Reaper Scythe.
This is the symbol of the Primarch Guard of the Fourteenth Legion, a massive two-handed powered weapon. Its crescent-shaped blade, enveloped in a disintegrating force field, can easily reap the lives of a large number of ordinary soldiers—even Astartes—on the battlefield like the Grim Reaper.
However, the attacker easily dodged the scythe with light steps, and then swiftly counterattacked with a chainsaw sword.
Within the light of the disintegrating force field, the Terminator could see that the enemy was an ordinary Astartes wearing Sixteenth Legion armor—although the fact that a regular Mark IV power armor and chainsaw sword could deal with a Tactical Dreadnought power armor was anything but ordinary.
Moreover, the Terminator quickly realized that the advantages that should have been its larger and more robust physique and longer-range weapons became disadvantages in the narrow passage. Furthermore, the opponent's swordsmanship was a level above that of the elite Primarch Guard!
"That's enough, traitor."
Finally, after a skillful parry of the scythe handle, Shadowmoon Wolf found an opening and plunged the chainsaw sword into the gap between the Terminator's helmet and body, ending the battle.
However, just as he drew his chainsaw sword and breathed a sigh of relief...
Whoosh—Bang!
Shadow Moon Wolf reacted quickly, raising his chainsaw sword to block at the last second. However, his body still flew backward like a cannonball, barely stopping near the end of the tunnel.
When he looked at the chainsaw blade in his numb arm, he discovered that a large piece of the plastic steel blade and the adamantite teeth had broken off in the middle.
Even the Terminator power armor couldn't possess this level of power; only... could inflict this level of destruction with a single strike.
"You are Horus's son, Gavial Loken, right? Move aside, I'm not in the mood for idle chatter."
Upon seeing Mortarian wielding the Silent Scythe before him, Loken instinctively felt a difficulty in breathing.
He knew that against a demigod like the Primarch, skill and tactics might be meaningless, yet even so...
Loken straightened up and fearlessly raised the broken sword.
"I am Shadowmoon Wolf, and I will not allow any traitor to pass through here, not even the Emperor's offspring."
"Then go die."
When Mortarian charged right in front of him, Loken realized he had been too naive.
He had trained with Horus before, and although he had never won, he felt that Horus was a powerful warrior.
But Horus was clearly holding back.
A speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, an oppressive force that leaves one breathless.
That was not a human being, nor an entity that Astartes could rival.
Demigod.
Without a doubt, this is a life form that already belongs to a higher realm.
Mortarian raised his scythe, his body now riddled with openings, but Loken realized that any attack would probably be pointless.
He had already heard Horus say that Mortarion's fighting style was very special. He possessed one of the best physical constitutions among all Primarchs, so even when fighting his Primarch brothers, he would first take the opponent's attacks head-on, and then use his tough body to launch a counterattack.
I doubt even explosives or powered weapons could inflict effective damage on him.
Mortarion looked down at Loken, enjoying the moment when others felt despair. If he weren't in a hurry, he might have let Loken attack for ten minutes to see the level of Horus's most beloved offspring before mercifully delivering the final blow when Loken was driven to the brink of collapse by the Barbarus gas emanating from his power armor.
But right now, he wants it done as soon as possible—
"He's easily embarrassed, so it's the right thing to do."
The moment Mortalian's attention was diverted by that sound...
Boom! ! ! !
A heavy punch that Mortalian hadn't anticipated landed squarely on his face.