Chapter 895: Death Shroud and Mortarion

"Where is the Grand Master?"

Exclamations were heard, and several Grey Knights looked at the chaotic area ahead with serious expressions.

They looked through the heavy armor, trying to find Diego's trace in the billowing smoke and raging energy fluctuations.

Just then, someone pointed in a direction and shouted, "Look! That looks like the Grand Master over there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a figure being swept by a powerful warp storm, flying rapidly towards the depths of the warp.

"Quick! Go save him!"

Several Grey Knights took a step forward without hesitation and rushed towards Diego like an arrow.

However, try as they might, the distance was too great, and the power of the Warp Storm too overwhelming, for them to get any closer.

In the blink of an eye, Diego's figure completely disappeared in the mysterious and terrifying purple halo, as if he was swallowed up by endless darkness.

Faced with this sudden change, everyone was anxious but helpless.

One of the Grey Knights, who was experienced and calm in the face of danger, stepped forward and took over temporary command.

He took a deep breath and calmly said to the many compatriots around him: "Now that things have come to this, we must immediately report this matter to His Majesty and ask His Majesty to make a decision. At the same time, arrange for personnel to organize rescue work!"

After receiving the order, the other Grey Knights took action. Some were responsible for contacting the rear base and reporting the situation to His Majesty in detail; others began to gather the remaining forces and prepare a rescue plan.

At the same time, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly serious. The once mighty Leman Russ Armored Regiment now had less than 20 Leman Russ tanks left to continue fighting, which meant that they had lost nearly % of their combat effectiveness.

Although these steel behemoths are still brave and fearless, their huge numerical disadvantage makes their situation precarious.

In contrast, the surrounding infantry regiments were in an even more miserable state. Under the fierce siege of the demons, several troops were completely annihilated in the positions they had defended.

The blood dyed the ground red, broken limbs and arms could be seen everywhere, and the entire battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood and the shadow of death.

And those remaining demon troops continued like a machine that never stopped, tirelessly launching wave after wave of fierce attacks.

At this moment, the situation has become extremely critical, as if it will collapse completely in the next second.

However, at this critical moment, a shocking scene suddenly caught everyone's eyes.

I saw an extremely huge warship, like a steel giant, suddenly appearing in the atmosphere of the planet.

Its huge figure blocks out the sky and the sun, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"That's... the Endurance?"

Someone shouted in astonishment. That's right, the huge ship that appeared in the sky was the Queen of Glory-class battleship owned by the prestigious Death Guard Corps!

You know, this ship is not only the flagship of the entire legion, but also the vehicle of its Primarch Mortarion.

The powerful firepower equipped on the Endurance is simply terrifying, enough to instantly blow any enemy who dares to stand in its way into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of whistling sounds as dense as rain, and thousands of airdrop capsules fell rapidly from the interior of the battleship like meteors.

In the blink of an eye, these airdrop pods landed accurately on the surface of Ophelia. As the hatch opened, an elite assault force led by Mortarion rushed out.

"Stop those demonic troops and set up a defensive position immediately!"

Mortarion's deep and majestic voice suddenly rang out, echoing over the battlefield like rolling thunder.

After receiving the order, thousands of well-trained and well-equipped Death Guard space warriors and many mortal auxiliary forces took quick action. They worked closely together and methodically built solid lines of defense, successfully filling the gap that was almost completely penetrated by the demons.

Mortarion led the charge into the enemy camp, wielding the giant power sickle in his hand with great force, each swing bringing about a bloody storm.

Following closely behind him was a group of equally brave and fearless members of the Primarch's Guard, who were called the Death Shrouds.

The Primarch Guards, clad in Iron Cavalry-type Terminator armor, charged across the battlefield filled with smoke and flames like a torrent of steel.

Wherever they passed, countless hideous demons were vulnerable to this powerful force and were ruthlessly crushed by the indestructible footsteps of the Death Guard soldiers.

"For the Emperor!"

The passionate and high-pitched shouts resounded through the sky, and the Astra Militarum soldiers followed closely behind the Death Guard Space Marines like a surging tide.

At this moment, the Space Marines, symbolizing the Sword of the Empire, and the Astra Militarum, symbolizing the Hammer of the Empire, are closely combined together, forming an invincible destructive force.

The extremely sharp sword flashed across the night sky like lightning, piercing the enemy's chest accurately; and the heavy hammer smashed down with the force of thunder, crushing the enemy's bones in an instant.

At this moment, Mortarion, who was at the center of the battle, suddenly noticed something strange.

His cold and sharp eyes pierced through the thick fog and locked onto Septicemia, Kugath's adjutant, who was in a corner of the battlefield, fighting fiercely with a dozen tanks.

"cover……"

Mortarion's low and cold voice suddenly sounded.

Before he finished speaking, seven elite members of the Death Shroud moved to his side as quickly as ghosts, forming a solid defense line that protected Mortarion in all directions so that he could approach his target without any hindrance.

However, Septicemia was no pushover. Despite being surrounded, he still sensed the approach of danger with his keen combat instincts.

Seeing Mortarion rushing towards him with a gleaming scythe in his hand, Septicemia dodged sideways without hesitation, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

Unfortunately, Mortarion has been through many battles and is extremely experienced. How could he easily let go of such a great opportunity to kill the enemy?

Just as Sepsis dodged, the blade of the sickle in Mortarion's hand suddenly turned, drawing a strange and tricky arc, and chopped down Sepsis's already rotten waist with lightning speed.

Sepsis' pupils trembled, and he tried to dodge the fatal blow, but he could not imagine how powerful the Primarch was.

The blade of the sickle swept across, splitting the septicemic body in two.