Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 601 The Fifth Evil God's Demonic Army

Golden light shot up into the sky in the garden of the Chaos God, and Nurgle also felt that power, the power coming from the saint on the Golden Throne. He locked onto this space through those travelers, and knew what Nurgle was doing.

Golden light appeared in the garden. The green color, which symbolized infinite life and corruption, was swallowed up by the overwhelming golden light. At this moment, Wang Min took advantage of the opportunity to grab Mortarion's head. The golden flames continued to burn. He dispelled the chaos blessings from Mortarion's body and tried to kill the demon prince directly.

Just as Mortarion was screaming in agony as he was burned by the golden flames, Nurgle finally made his move. He grabbed Mortarion from Wang Ming's hands and prepared to return to his castle in the garden. He did not want to confront the man directly. After two heavy blows to the garden, his strength was already the weakest among the Chaos Gods. However, Nurgle's weakness could only be considered temporary. As a Chaos God, his abilities were directly linked to the sufferings in the real universe. Given the current state of the real universe, he could not be much weaker.

At this moment, Wang Ming looked at the captured Mortarion. After hesitating for a second, he took off his helmet and bit Mortarion's neck. This time, Mortarion could not get rid of Wang Ming at all. After biting Mortarion, Wang Ming felt great pain. The dirty blood, the blood full of viruses, went directly into Wang Ming's mouth. The disgusting level made Wang Ming, the Primarch, want to vomit.

The chaotic power in Mortarion's body, with the help of Wang Ming's attack, rushed directly into Wang Ming's body and soul. The nausea that surged from his soul and the infinite rejection of chaos made Wang Ming's body feel very uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do. Wang Ming could only use this method, otherwise Mortarion would really escape.

After Wang Ming bit Mortarion, he used Eternity to cut a big hole in its stomach, so that he was finally able to fix himself on Mortarion. After fixing himself on Mortarion, Wang Ming finally let go. He just wanted to give Mortarion a victorious smile when a feeling of nausea suddenly surged into his heart.

Then a very outrageous thing happened. Nurgle grabbed Mortarion, and on Mortarion hung another Wang Ming. The Wang Ming hanging on Mortarion began to vomit crazily. His vomit was just like a fountain. Wang Ming felt bitter. If he didn't want to kill this demon primarch, would he do this? What a sin!

However, only Wang Ming could do what he did. After all, with the bite he made, if it was any other Space Marine, or a Primarch who had not awakened the essence of the Warp, they might have been directly corrupted by the power of Nurgle.

It's just that Wang Ming's soul is too special. His soul instinctively rejects chaos. Moreover, there is a backup plan laid by the emperor in his soul. It is basically impossible to corrupt him.

As for Wang Ming, his goal has been achieved. The golden flame continued to burn on Wang Ming's body, spreading from Mortarion's body to Nurgle's body. Although Wang Ming's golden flame was not as terrifying as the Emperor's and could not hurt the Chaos Evil God, it could still make Nurgle uncomfortable. And it was this discomfort that slowed down the retreat.

But the price of being slow was that a huge golden figure, holding a huge golden sword, stabbed directly into Nurgle's head. The sword went straight through Nurgle's head, but the damage it caused to Nurgle was not fatal. As one of the Four Chaos Gods, this kind of damage was far from enough to kill Him. This was why the Emperor did not fall out with the Four Chaos Gods. He was not sure enough to kill them all.

The purpose of this sword was not to kill Nurgle, but to snatch Mortarion and Wang Ming back from Nurgle. This sword also achieved his goal. Golden light appeared on Wang Ming and Mortarion, and they were directly swept back to the traversers by the golden light.

When Wang Ming returned to the time travelers, he looked at those time travelers covered in golden flames with a confused look on his face. At first glance, he thought he saw the Cursed Legion, but when he looked closely, these guys were actually time travelers. It was impossible for time travelers to become members of the Cursed Legion because they themselves were the Emperor's demons.

"It's really dangerous, but this time, I can really kill a demon primarch. However... why do I still feel like vomiting? Ugh!"

Wang Ming looked at those time travelers, then he looked at the giant covered in golden light. He was about to say something, and then the nausea came up again. Wang Ming just lay on the ground and continued to vomit. It was so intense that Wang Ming felt like he was going to vomit his intestines out.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Can a Primarch be so slow?"

Hu Jin, covered in golden flames, looked at Wang Ming who was vomiting beside him. He just wanted to pat him on the back, but at this moment, the voice of the emperor suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Don't touch him. He already has a lot of Nurgle's power in him. Let him get rid of it first. Otherwise, if you touch him directly, you will also be affected by it."

The Emperor's voice echoed in the minds of every time traveler. The time travelers also obeyed the Emperor's orders and did not touch Wang Ming again. Wang Ming lay on the ground and vomited continuously. Wang Ming swore that he had never felt such a disgusting feeling in his life. It was as if he had experienced all the disgusting things in the world. It was so uncomfortable that Wang Ming wanted to die.

However, Wang Ming did not commit suicide directly because he did not have the strength to commit suicide at all. The vomiting seemed to be making his soul vomit out. How could he have the ability to commit suicide directly? Now Wang Ming just kept vomiting like a large water valve, and there was no sign of stopping at all.

While Wang Ming was vomiting continuously, Mortarion was also caught in the hand of the golden figure. He looked at Mortarion, and Mortarion wanted to struggle, but at the moment he struggled, hundreds of psychic blows hit him directly in the face. The sound of psychic blows came from the sky, and the traversers looked at the huge golden figure in awe. They looked at the beaten Mortarion, and their hearts were filled with joy. They finally solved another demon primarch.

"My child, I told you that you can still be saved, and today, I, your father, will come to save you."

The Emperor looked at Mortarion. Now, if Mortarion dared to move, even just move a finger, the Emperor's big fist would lash at his face hundreds of times. Now that Mortarion was no longer protected by the power of Nurgle, he felt the same as a normal person. He was even in more pain because of the chaotic power in his body. However, the awkward Mortarion did not give up.

It was still struggling, and all it got in return was countless fierce fights. It was really fun to fight. The travelers even felt that the emperor had hit the rhythm. "Oh my god, it hurt much more when you hit me."

Wang Ming, who had no idea how long he had been vomiting, finally recovered and looked at the scene in the sky. He then looked at Nurgle who had fled back into the castle and closed all the exits of the castle, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The Emperor also beat Mortarion with these big blows, much harder than when he beat him back then, the sound was like something exploding, an absolute loving father education, compared to this, Nurgle is a shitty loving father, this is a real loving father, this is simply the best example of a filial son being made under the stick. !
"Fake Emperor! I ******!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

"You're right...!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

"I will never...!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

Mortarion was still struggling, and the Emperor's psychic battle never stopped. During this battle, a group of Space Marines with flames burning all over their bodies suddenly appeared beside the traversers. Next to Wang Ming, a figure as huge as Wang Ming stood beside him holding a sledgehammer.

Wang Ming and he looked into each other's eyes, and then they nodded to each other. The giant beside Wang Ming was none other than the Primarch of the Cursed Legion, Finus.

After the Astartes of the Bound Legion appeared, the Transcendent also rushed into the Garden of Nurgle with them and began to massacre the demons in the garden. This was the third time that the human side entered the Garden of Nurgle. Nurgle could not figure out why that guy had to focus on him? Wouldn't it be better to find the other three guys? Why did he have to attack him! ?
Just after the time travelers and the Astartes of the Cursed Legion rushed into the garden, Wang Ming and Ferrus silently watched the Emperor educating their brothers. At the same time, the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became a little silent.

"Thanks brother, that power hammer you gave me is very useful."

Wang Ming looked at the Emperor who kept beating Mortarion. He felt that it was not good to remain silent, so he started to find a topic. He looked at Ferrus beside him and mentioned the incident with the hammer.

"My brother, I don't know if I should say something. If you really treat the equipment as consumables, I can actually provide you with a complete set of equipment that can be used for a long time. The condition of your equipment is really worrying."

Ferrus looked at Wang Ming. For the first time, he spoke to his brother, and his first sentence was a complaint about Wang Ming treating his equipment as consumables. Every day in the subspace, he watched Wang Ming constantly treating his power armor as a consumable, and then when he had no power armor, he wore ceremonial armor or ran naked. He was almost dumbfounded when he saw it. As a Primarch, Wang Ming's combat effectiveness and management ability were acceptable.

However, Wang Ming's use of his body and equipment, as well as his shamelessness, have surpassed most of the Primarchs. But it is precisely because of this that the thick-skinned Wang Ming can lead the 21st Legion to constantly perform all kinds of dazzling tricks in front of various enemies in the galaxy.

"Um..., that, Brother Ten, it's not that I don't value my equipment, but on the battlefield, my equipment can't last long at all. I get hit by those macro cannons and light spears every day. Even if I install a lot of defensive force fields on my power armor and use a variety of materials to make power armor, it can't stop those attacks."

Wang Ming looked at Ferrus in front of him, he still wanted to quibble, but this should not be considered quibble, after all, Wang Ming faced those battlefields, his power armor was completely consumable, all kinds of high-powered weapons could destroy his power armor in an instant, and power armor was a kind of armor that required external assistance to install, and he didn't want to run naked.

"I understand. After this battle is over, I will help you get a better set of armor."

Fenus looked at the golden power armor on Wang Ming. He was very interested in the design of this power armor. This power armor was made in an ancient Terra style, and Fenus planned to replicate this power armor and then give it to Wang Ming after some improvements. After all, it was too outrageous to let Wang Ming run naked by those things every day.

While the two Primarchs were talking, Mortarion also fell from the air to the ground. Wang Ming and Ferrus both looked towards the place where Mortarion fell, and what they saw surprised Wang Ming. He saw Mortarion lying on the ground, with no idea how many beatings he had on his face. He didn't want to move at all. Most of the chaotic power in his body had been dispelled by the psychic beatings, and he was now in a half-dead state.

The Emperor, who had just finished educating Mortarion, raised the golden sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the Garden of Nurgle. Although He could not kill Nurgle directly, he could still make Nurgle sick. About half of the Garden of Nurgle had been burned before, and now the place had been almost repaired, and the Emperor was ready to burn it again.