813. The personal grudges of the Primarchs!
Squeak, squeak, squeak——
After Fulgrim, whose pace and attack methods were extremely fast, cooperated with the silver skulls.
With a combat power far exceeding that of the Astartes, he quickly cleared a large number of Death Guards in the eyepiece range.
Without any breathing opportunity, everyone quickly lowered their heads to check the weapons and equipment they carried.
They picked up the melee weapons covered with rancid mucus in their palms, and quickly followed Fulgrim who was stepping forward, rushing towards the bridge.
Not long after, after several battles, Fulgrim and others successfully broke through the entrance of the bridge, but before they had time to kill the Chaos Wizards and Death Guards inside.
A low voice from the projection device inside the bridge resounded in everyone's ears!
"Haha, twenty-two, it's been a long time since we last met..."
In an instant, a man with a pair of huge broken scaly wings flapping back and forth on his back, and a set of pale armor that kept emitting a corrupt smell on his huge body, appeared.
The burly giant who looked like a moth spirit instantly appeared in Fulgrim's helmet eyepiece!
"Hmm? The size and breath are wrong. You are not the guy who should be cut into pieces in the twenty-two!"
"It's you? Fulgrim? This is impossible! Aren't you an ascended demon? How can you return to...'s command!"
At this moment, the ascended demon primarch Mortarion, who originally wanted to show a king's majesty, was instantly defeated.
It shook its pale face, which was mostly covered by the breathing mask.
A pair of cold and malicious eyes seemed to penetrate the projection device, staring at the purple figure who was dancing the sonic sword back and forth!
Puff!
The sharp sonic sword was wrapped in an extremely harsh low hum.
Like a sudden burst of pear blossom needles, it pierced the metal helmets of several death guards and completely crushed their brains!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fulgrim, who was turning his helmet eyepiece slightly, shouted in a deep voice towards the projection device:
"Old Fourteen, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You are still as ugly as ever!"
Fulgrim's voice had just fallen.
Mortarion, whose expression and attitude became more and more angry, suddenly raised a huge palm that kept emitting a corrupt smell.
It suddenly waved forward.
The next second, as strange waves from vicious witchcraft spread throughout the entire bridge hall.
Seven or eight silver skulls who were unable to dodge, all the Death Guards who were still fighting, and even countless Nurgle zombies suddenly burst into extremely painful wails and screams.
It seemed that a large amount of green mist and rancid liquid filled with terrible toxins suddenly burst out from their bodies, and they lost any sound in the blink of an eye!
"Ah, finally quiet down..."
"Now, Fulgrim, tell me, why do you stand on the side of the damned twenty-two? I don't believe that a Primarch brother who has been promoted to a demon will completely turn over a new leaf!"
Mortarion, who had just wiped out many of his descendants, stared at Fulgrim standing there.
It even asked impatiently.
"Turn over? Old Fourteen, everyone needs to pay a painful price for their choice, even me, but you also got one thing wrong, I don't need to turn over a new leaf, because now I have never succumbed to Chaos!"
At this moment, Fulgrim, who slightly lowered his sonic sword, made a hidden gesture to the surrounding silver skulls to evacuate immediately.
He said firmly to the Primarch Mortarion in the projection device.
"Haha, Fulgrim has never surrendered? This is the funniest joke I have heard in all these years, dear brother, you might as well say that the Slaanesh Daemons are the purest in the world... Wait! You are not Fulgrim at all!"
At this moment, Mortarion, who couldn't help but utter sarcastic words under the breathing mask, was slightly stunned.
The huge broken scale wings flapping back and forth behind its crest seemed to have completely stopped.
"You are just a clone of him! An extremely broken flesh and blood shell! You are not even qualified to talk to me without a soul!"
In an instant, Mortarion, the Primarch of the Ascended Demon, who thought he had discovered the truth, seemed to have regained some confidence.
It shouted loudly in the direction of Fulgrim through the projection device.
And before Fulgrim, who subconsciously clenched the sonic sword in his palm, could speak out to refute.
The low voice from the Primarch of the Ascended Demon Mortarion once again resounded throughout the entire bridge hall.
"Haha, since the cowardly Twenty-Two didn't come aboard in person, I'm too lazy to bother with a clone like you. I can tell you that the interior of this strike cruiser is already filled with self-destruct devices and melta bombs."
"This was originally a surprise I prepared for my dear Twenty-Two, but now I have to give you this fake one!"
Motarion, who was inside the projection device, couldn't help but sneer.
Its vicious eyes seemed to exude an irrepressible cold murderous intent, and it stared at Fulgrim, who immediately drove the purple-gold power armor and turned around to run, like a demon prince looking down at a humble ant!
"Run, dear brother, run... If you can survive by chance, remember to tell Twenty-Two for me that I'm waiting for him in Ultramar!"
Boom boom——
Instantly, a large number of violent vibrations and explosions from the interior of the strike cruiser quickly swept along the many ship passages toward everything around!
Countless flying ship fragments splashed like shells toward the rapidly evacuating Silver Skull combat team and Fulgrim's huge body!
Even though Fulgrim was wearing a Primitive-level power armor made mainly of vibranium.
He was unable to resist the terrifying explosion from the entire ship, and the whole person was instantly lifted into the air!
In a flash, just when these dozens of Silver Skulls and Fulgrim himself were about to become victims.
Buzz buzz buzz——
With a series of azure blue transmission barriers appearing around each tall body with great precision.
The people who were originally trapped in a desperate situation were successfully recovered by the transmission barrier to the interior of the flagship at the last moment when countless explosions and flames completely submerged the surroundings!
Boom!
The next second, many severely injured silver skull Astartes scattered on the cold floor.
And Fulgrim's huge body also fell heavily on the ground, making an extremely dull collision sound!
Bang!
The gorgeous purple-gold helmet was taken off from the head by a huge hand with a slightly damaged shell.
Fulgrim's long white hair quickly fell down, covering the purple-gold power armor covered with scars.
"Old Fourteen... How dare you say I'm not qualified? Then we'll see!"
