Chapter 249 You trash (please subscribe)

Mortarion, who had made bold words, had made up his mind.

Who said he couldn't be moved?

The Death Guard champions involved in this operation did not have as strong a background as Typhons.

With the Plague God on his side, Mortarion could only rage furiously and dare not take action against him.

If they dared to openly oppose Mortarion like that, Mortarion would probably beat them up on the spot.

This is no joke.

Mortarion decided to attack with all his strength, using some of the things he had studied over the years.

Let those idiots in the empire know that this battle is not that easy to fight.

Humanity possesses advanced technology, and an ordinary soldier is armed to the teeth.

If they thought they could win with such technology, they were wrong.

The Plague God's army is technologically inferior to the Empire, but Mortarion can use sorcery to counter it.

The Pandor Galaxy is the gateway to the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.

Five Hundred Worlds is where Guilliman's headquarters is located.

Once it invades the Five Hundred Worlds, it will undoubtedly be a blow to the morale of the empire.

Guilliman can't even defend five hundred worlds, so why should he defend such a huge empire?

Nowadays, the human empire has lost the Nachmund Corridor, and the empire's morale may have already suffered a waterloo.

Throw away another five hundred worlds, and those losers in the empire will probably become panicked and think about eating the jelly in order to welcome the king's master.

Mortarion had already made up his mind to give Guilliman a big surprise.

Let Guilliman understand that he will never be as good and outstanding as himself.

Walking out of the throne room of the Endurance, Mortarion walked towards the huge hall of wizardry.

The Death Guard, bloated and dripping with disgusting pus, followed in his footsteps.

There are traces of blasphemy all over them, and no trace of the old glory can be seen on them.

Mortarion has always had some hatred in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was the staunchest opponent of witchcraft.

But now, he relies on witchcraft to fight against his former brothers, which is undoubtedly a huge irony.

Either kill Guilliman, or let the other party be forced to succumb to the gods like himself.

Why are we all primarchs, and you can be the regent of the empire and enjoy flowers and applause?

I would have to be a minion of the Plague God, and I would be targeted and refuted by trash like Typhons at every turn, and I would lose all face.

"We have to give Pan Duo a fatal blow."

Mortarion clenched the scythe in his hand, looking at the witchcraft hall that looked like a writhing mass of flesh and blood.

There are strange mists and whispers here.

His team of wizards have gathered here, preparing to launch a witchcraft to summon an army strong enough to crush the human troops in the Pandor system.

Mortarion silently swore in his heart that this time, he would definitely prove himself.

Every Daemon Primarch suffered at the hands of Guilliman.

But he won't.

Ultramar will become his prize, the garden of the Plague God.

Soon, Guilliman will also be defeated by him.

Kneeling on the ground, begging for a way to survive.

"Wait until I capture Guilliman." Mortarion's eyes turned cold. When the time came, he vowed to kill that bastard Typhons and let him know who was the master of the Death Guard.

"My lord, everything is ready." A wizard came up and said.

"Then let's start, summon the army of the Great Father, and pull the Pandor galaxy into the garden of the Father, so that those confused and ignorant people can feel the fraternity of the Father." Mortarion opened his arms and said in a low voice.

"Understood, sir." The wizard leader saluted respectfully, then stepped back to preside over the ceremony.

Jaghatai spent some time listening to the reports from military commanders and some chroniclers on the overall situation of the empire.

Using his excellent conversation skills, he easily dug out all the information he wanted from those people.

After hearing the descriptions and images provided by those people, Chagatai appeared to be very calm and unruffled on the surface.

But there was already a storm in my heart.

The growth of the empire surprised him.

In the past ten thousand years, human beings have moved from science and rationality to confusion and ignorance, just as he thought.

Technology has not made any progress in the past ten thousand years, but has continued to decline.

Abaddon, Captain of Horus, launched thirteen dark crusade against the Empire over ten thousand years, pushing the Empire to a desperate situation.

The fall of Cadia and the emergence of the Great Rift once announced the countdown to the empire's destruction.

And everything turned around after Guilliman appeared.

The empire was like a dead tree coming to life again. In less than a century, the empire had achieved what it had not been able to achieve in the past 10,000 years.

Humanity's weapons and equipment are rapidly updated and iterated, and various new tanks, mechas, and battleships emerge in endlessly.

A new war engine and a new army were created under Guilliman's will, and they assumed the historical mission of sweeping across the entire galaxy.

Even the various worlds of the empire have undergone brand-new changes.

Environmental transformation to create a variety of natural environments suitable for human survival.

Promote universal education so that all school-age children can go to school and build a large pool of intellectual talent in the empire.

Use the Imperial Daily and various means to promote scientific research beliefs, inspire people to pursue the truth of the universe, lift many unreasonable bans of the Mechanicus, and release their scientific research capabilities.

Education was also used to promote and correct distorted religious beliefs, and to establish a new religion with the emperor as its spiritual sustenance, integrating all teachings.

No war will be allowed in the name of the Emperor's faith.

Those so-called saints are not allowed to modify doctrines at will.

The Council of High Lords and the hereditary system of nobles were abolished, and a new autocratic democracy was implemented.

The huge reform efforts weakened the power of the aristocracy and gave the lower class an opportunity to come forward.

For many such reforms, it took Chagatai a long time to digest the information.

What Guilliman did could really be described as dumbfounded.

Chagatai believed that he did not have the courage to promote such crazy measures.

After spending some time to fully understand the various reform measures introduced by Guilliman.

Chagatai stood in front of the console, looking at the various image data displayed to him by Admiral Tarja, all of which were the achievements of the empire after the reform.

The mechanized infantry regiment is armed to the teeth, all wearing combat exoskeleton armor, and its individual combat capabilities are comparable to those of the old-style space warriors of the past.

The huge Celestial-class battleships are assembled from the shipyard factory like an assembly line.

Stronger and larger Primaris warriors possess superpowers and self-healing abilities that were not available in the past. They have replaced the old Space Marines and are the most powerful individual combat force in the galaxy.

In addition to this, the overall national strength of the empire has increased, which is even more frightening.

These are all brought about by Guilliman's reforms.

He transformed the empire's original technology into tangible industrial productivity, allowing mankind to regain its former power.

Chagatai originally thought that the troops assembled in the Pandor system were just a few naval fleets.

But when Admiral Targa showed him the whole picture, he realized that the fleets fighting in the void battlefield were just the tip of the iceberg.

The empire still has those Celestial-class battleships floating on the edge of the battlefield, in the dark void, not engaged in battle.

Those warships were extremely terrifying, the smallest one was hundreds of kilometers long.

The garrisoned population reaches millions, and it has a complete training ground, shipyard, repair factory and impenetrable shield, as well as an official cathedral.

It can provide logistics and rest for the imperial troops, and can also become the main force in the war.

With the development of Imperial psionic technology, Celestial-class battleships are equipped with complex anti-psionic arrays, as well as exorcism troops based on the Emperor's faith.

Ordinary demons cannot invade at all.

The firepower of Celestial-class battleships is even more terrifying. They are the ultimate weapons born for ultimate destruction.

The huge star-destroying cannon is enough to destroy all the stars in the real universe.

If several Celestial-class battleships join forces, they can destroy stars.

Chagatai stared at the data of those Celestial-class battleships, and the look of shock on his face never faded.
To be continued...