Chapter 974 Perturabo's Taunt

"Is this the Mortarion of this world? It's so ugly!" Perturabo frowned and looked at the surface of the planet Iax with disgust, as if there was something disgusting there.

He was keenly aware that a powerful and strange force was emanating continuously from the surface of the planet.

After careful perception, Perturabo was surprised to find that the source of this power was exactly the same as that of his brother Mortarion, but it was mixed with a creepy aura of eternal decay.

"Humph, he actually joined the Chaos faction. He is simply a complete waste!"

Perturabo spat mercilessly, his tone full of contempt and disdain.

He kept complaining and cursing, as if this could help calm his anger a little.

After venting his emotions, Perturabo turned around and resolutely left the bridge.

He decided not to sit there and wait for death, but to go to the planet Iax in person to meet his brother who had betrayed the empire in this world.

"The Primarch is here, all teams prepare for battle."

Suddenly, a jaw-dropping, huge airdrop capsule broke out from the interior of the Iron Blood battleship and fell rapidly towards the planet below like a meteor.

This airdrop chamber is tens of meters high, like a towering castle. When passing through the atmosphere, it rubs violently with the air, producing dazzling sparks and billowing smoke.

Its speed was astonishingly fast, but it still maintained a stable posture and rushed straight towards the surface of the planet.

When it was just inches away from the ground, the powerful engine installed at the bottom of the airdrop chamber started instantly.

These engines spew out blazing flames and generate enormous thrust, allowing the behemoth to slow down and eventually achieve a smooth landing.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by deafening noises, the hatch of the airdrop cabin slowly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and mighty figure stepped out - it was a mechanical creature that was dozens of meters tall, flashing with cold metallic light and emitting a terrifying aura.

The one driving this mechanical creation was Perturabo, his hands deftly manipulating the control panel, his eyes burning with anger.

As the mecha took its first step, the earth seemed to tremble; the impact of each step was enough to cause a small earthquake.

"Mortarion! Get out of here!"

Perturabo roared, his voice amplified infinitely by the sound system inside the mecha, like thunder, resounding throughout the entire battlefield.

The shrill shouts echoed in the air. Whether it was the Nurgle army that was spreading the plague, the Astra Militarum and other Space Marine legions that were holding their positions, they all turned their heads to look in that direction almost at the same time.

"Mortarion! You useless piece of shit! Come out and face me if you can!"

“That is…”

Mortarion looked in the direction of the voice, and the moment he saw the tall figure, he was stunned.

"Perturabo? Why are you here?"

Mortarion's deep voice sounded, just loud enough to reach Perturabo's ears.

"traitor!"

Perturabo answered bluntly.

Mortarion:?

I'm a traitor? Then what are you?

However, before Mortarion could make any response, a slightly thinner figure quietly stepped out from the shadow beside Mortarion like a ghost.

"Typhons..."

Mortarion's deep and hoarse voice, as if coming from the abyss of hell, slowly rang out in the dead silent air.

Although the voice was covered by his hood, the majesty and coldness contained in it could not be concealed at all.

The man in front of you named Typhons, his original name is Caras Typhon.

As the most loyal and capable deputy of Mortarion, the Primarch of the Death Guard Legion, he once had a glorious past.

However, during the Horus Heresy, Typhons chose to betray the Holy Empire and personally led his own Death Guard Legion into the endless dark embrace of Chaos.

With his exquisite control over the power of the Warp, Typhons successfully trapped the entire Death Guard Legion in a violent Warp storm.

In that desperate storm vortex, the Legion members had nowhere to escape and were ultimately forced to accept the erosion of Nurgle's terrible corrupting power.

In this way, the once brave and fearless Death Guard gradually degenerated into a group of terrifying plague warriors.

Typhus's appearance is extremely terrifying. The extremely heavy Terminator armor he wears no longer shines with its former glory. Instead, it is covered with shocking signs of decay and various symbols representing the evil power of Nurgle.

Swarms of flies buzzed around him, pustules of varying sizes dotted the surface of his armor like devil's eyes, and there were pieces of rotting flesh that kept falling off and growing back.

In addition, around his huge body, there are always countless Nurgle flies and various plague insects circling up and down.

These disgusting bugs are not only an outward manifestation of his personal strength, but also a deadly weapon he uses to attack his enemies in battle.

Whenever he launched a charge, the bugs would surge out like a tide, instantly overwhelming the enemy's defenses and bringing unbearable fear and pain to the opponent.

As for Typhons, his body had been corrupted by the horrible and evil power of Nurgle, and had undergone tremendous changes.

The once healthy and strong body has now become unrecognizable, with the whole body filled with disgusting diseases and foul-smelling sores.

Those terrible germs spread wantonly in his body, corroding every inch of muscle, bone, and organ. His skin turned a sickly green color, covered with pus and ulcers of various sizes, with foul-smelling pus oozing out from time to time.

However, this extreme corruption did not lead Typhons to destruction. On the contrary, it gave him a powerful vitality that was almost immortal.

No matter how severe the trauma, his body can quickly repair itself.

"Lord of the Legion..."

"I'll go check it out first. Please wait here."

Typhons said as he led a team of Death Shrouds to Perturabo's location, while more Chaos Space Marines were walking out of the rift.