Chapter 758: Flesh and Blood Catastrophe, Where Are You, Yellow Skin Man?

Mortarion's experience is not an isolated case. The resurrected Black Watch are not very powerful, and are even weaker than ordinary great demons. Even Guilliman can blow up these aberrant dog heads with one punch.

However, the defenders soon discovered that with every death, the group of aberrations called Black Watch could not be killed at all. As long as there was a little remnant left, they would always revive again in a stronger form.

Even when facing a powerful opponent like the Primarch, this damn group of Black Watch would combine to make up for quality with quantity.

They are like a group of cancer cells. If you don't move them, they will die. If you move them, they will spread.

Mortarion met Ross. After killing Ross for the 11th time, the aberration that he could have killed with one sword was very different from its original appearance. Four phosphide wings exactly the same as Mortarion's grew from Ross's back, and his body turned into a twisted moth filled with metal scraps and flesh tentacles.

The good news is that the pair of Black Watch that previously besieged Mortarion are gone, and the bad news is that this group of Black Watch have merged into Ross's body.

The armor that Mortarion had carefully maintained shattered with a scream, and the phosphating wings were corroded by living acid to form honeycomb-like holes. His broken arm bone pierced the armor, and yellow-green pus and blood dripped along the grooves of the sickle blade, burning wisps of poisonous smoke on the scorched earth.

When he chopped off Ross's head for the eleventh time, what gushed out of the aberration was no longer blood, but a mass of wriggling synapses and metal debris that twitched wildly in the vacuum and reconstructed its shape. He could only make a tactical retreat.

During the retreat, he saw other brothers.

Three of the golden wings of Sanguinius, who was blessed by the four gods, were broken. When the Spear of Perfection chopped into the dragon's spine, black flames annihilated the flesh and blood, but the flesh and blood dragon suddenly multiplied into a black watchman's face.

Those faces, a fusion of metal and flesh, sang hymns in unison with weird and out-of-tune voices. The sound waves shattered the viewfinders of the thirty surrounding Thunderhawk gunships, and the pilots' brains radiated from their ear canals onto the dashboard.

The dashboard contaminated by brain matter also began to distort, eventually spreading to the entire Thunderhawk gunship, attacking friendly forces with even more ferocious firepower.

The powerful firepower of the Phalanx can destroy an entire legion fleet in an instant, but the Black Watch are immortal. Every bombardment will make them stronger. Relying on the stacking numbers, they have now evolved biological heat-insulating armor that can survive for a short period of time in the light spear.

God knows how this thing evolved. Maybe it was a unique gene that Hogg had swallowed before, or maybe it was some kind of warp witchcraft.

Only 17 hours had passed since the first firing, and Mortarion only saw the surface, while the Dornishmen who were commanding the battle line were numb.

Dorn's tactical table was shaking, the holographic projection of the Phalanx was being swallowed by the scarlet fungus blanket, and the Storm Fang in his hand was broken, bitten off by the mad Cordelia.

After each volley of light spears, a sticky proliferation sound could be heard from the observation deck - spores from the biological insulation armor invaded through the ventilation ducts and took root in the lungs of the crew.

When a Tech-Priest coughs, his cybernetic eye pops out first, followed by tendrils of steel and capillaries pouring out of his throat.

Veterans of the Imperial Fists watched compound eyes sprout from their own hands, and the Librarians of the Blood Angels screamed as they melted into gelatinous pools of blood to give birth to armies of aberrations capable of standing a chance against the Zerg.

Yes, although he had expected that Blackwatch would have cannon fodder, he had not expected so many, especially Gloria and Jeanne. They couldn't believe that it was their father who was corrupting everything.

Thanks to the Zerg joining the battlefield, and the joint efforts of the Green Orcs and the Necrons, the front line was not instantly corrupted.

Looking up at the sky, the air and space battlefield where they should have had an advantage has been divided. Relying on the characteristics of integrating all things, Black Watch has created 11 flesh and blood warships out of waste materials.

Mortarion's exceptional eyesight allowed him to see the Raven Guard boarding the Flesh Ship. It was his brother Corax, who was commanding the green-skinned orcs to blow up the ship with a suicide attack.

The warp storm was tearing apart the laws of physics, or rather, the laws of physics were merging with the warp storm. The shattered remains of the flesh warships were suspended in the air, pulsating like some kind of blasphemous embryo. Corax's Raven Guard and the orc boarding team had fallen into the flesh corridors - when they blew open the bulkheads with hot melt bombs, the pustular inner wall suddenly rolled up, instantly wrapping the eleven warriors in the digestive mucosa, and corrosive gases spewed out of their burst eye sockets.

The ridiculous hat on his head was flashing, and Mortarion knew that his identity and Ross's had now been swapped, and he had become the prey, which meant that the hunter was near him.

Without the dimensional barrier to block them, the power of the Four Hawkers was finally able to spread to the physical world unhindered. What was even more ridiculous was that without the blessing of the Four Gods, the mortal star army still fighting in various places would have died completely in the first wave of mental pollution.

"Yellowskin, when the hell are you coming over here?"

Mortarion was not the only one who had this idea. There was also Perturabo who was fighting aberrations in the warp.

If the physical world is an apocalyptic war, then the subspace front is a complete meat grinder. After all, there is only Hogg's head outside, and most of his body is inside the Eye of Terror, using his anus to devour energy in the subspace.

With one hammer, he knocked over the Black Watch that fell from the sky. With the help of the heavy shield that was flashing with strong Waaaagh force field, Perturabo avoided a sneak attack, but the more dangerous enemy was still behind.

"Tarasim, what are you doing? Hurry up and get someone to fill the gaps in the line. Lynn won't give you a chance. He will definitely track the gaps in the defense..."

Before he could finish his words, a thick ray of light descended from the sky and instantly tore a hole in the fortress. Through the melted ceramic steel deck, Perturabo saw the living battleship floating in the air, grinning silently at him.

Perturabo's war fortress was being brought to life, sharp teeth growing from every steel plate of the defense matrix, and the barrels of the macro-cannon array were wriggling and transforming into some kind of giant mouthparts.

As the living warships' bio-light spears pierced through the void shields, three hundred Iron Warriors danced in the radioactive dust - their synapses were invaded in reverse, their twitching limbs were still mechanically loading shells, and they were eventually slaughtered by an assassin led by a name called Leon.

But what annoyed Perturabo even more was the giant beast in front of him.

The four most famous kings of Blackwatch are all in the physical world. According to the so-called chain of status of the Cloaked Cockroach, the higher the status of a person, the stronger the infusion he receives.

But the problem is that the monster in front of Perturabo is none other than his own son Dantioch!

"Fuck you, I knew you, Hogg, had bad intentions! Dantioch, wake up, I am your father!"

Perhaps because of his impure bloodline, Dantioch still retained some sanity and was able to speak, but what he said almost pissed Perturabo off to death:
"Eleven strokes to kill! Perturabo, I'm going to kill you eleven times!!"

"boom!"

A giant sword fell from the sky, and the blood-red flames instantly burned all the monsters clinging to the walls of the fortress, and sprinkled the blessing of war on every soldier.

The Blood God grants unyielding fighting rage, the loving father grants immortal vitality, Tzeentch grants hope of survival, and Slaanesh grants everyone the tenacious will to resist mental pollution.

And at this moment, an invincible big guy with golden light shining came, and with just one sentence he attracted all of Hogg's firepower.

"You bastard, I am the number one in the Chain of Power!"

(End of this chapter)