"Typhons?"

Perturabo looked through the observation screen of the mecha in disbelief at the figure before him that had been corroded beyond recognition by the power of the plague, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

But soon, he quickly adjusted his state, tensed his whole body, and entered combat alert mode.

Accompanied by a creepy mechanical sound, "click, click, click, click..."

Perturabo controlled his huge and powerful mecha and aimed all kinds of deadly weapons at Typhons not far ahead.

All I saw were the black muzzles flashing with cold light. Any weapon equipped by Perturabo could easily tear apart Typhon's already twisted and deformed body.

“Why did you become like this?”

Typhons growled as he looked at Perturabo in front of him. He stared at Perturabo, who was as tall as a giant, with his eyes emitting a strange green light. Then he slowly raised the huge sickle covered with decay and plague in his hand. The blade flashed a disgusting green light, like a cursed weapon from the abyss of hell.

Just like that, he faced Perturabo silently, and for a moment the entire space seemed to freeze.

"Why have I become like this?" Hearing Typhons' question, Perturabo sneered.

"Because I did not betray the Emperor, and I am not a coward enough to pray for the protection of those evil gods!" Perturabo roared righteously, with rage burning in his eyes.

"What?"

A look of doubt that was difficult to conceal suddenly appeared on Typhons' already rotten face. He didn't understand, if Perturabo hadn't rebelled, who would the Imperial Fists have beaten in the Battle of Terra? The Ultramarines?

"Are you joking, Perturabo?"

Typhons looked at Perturabo in front of him and then questioned.

However, Perturabo was too lazy to pay attention to Typhons. His goal was to eliminate the threats on the planet, so it was obvious that Typhons in front of him was the threat.

Seeing Perturabo didn't answer, Typhons was about to ask more questions, but before he could finish his words, he was already frozen in place.

Typhon's face was covered with signs of decay, as if it had been eroded by some terrible plague. His skin was a sickly gray-green color, and a hint of fear appeared on his face.

I saw that a huge cannon installed on Perturabo's mecha arm was aimed at Typhons. The huge muzzle was even several times taller than Typhons himself.

There was a loud bang, and an extremely violent red energy suddenly gushed out from the muzzle of the mecha. Its speed and power were beyond imagination.

This huge impact force was like a ferocious beast, and it slammed into Typhon in an instant.

Poor Typhons didn't even have time to react before he was torn into countless pieces by this violent force.

At the same time, the power armor on his body, which was already in tatters, evaporated without a trace in an instant, and disappeared in this space along with his already rotten body.

"Traitor, not worth communicating with."

Looking at Typhons who had turned to ashes, Perturabo strode over with disdain.

For Perturabo, traitors are the most damnable. Wherever he sees a traitor, he will kill him. If he is caught in the hive, he will kill him in the hive. If he is seen in the toilet, he will drown him in the toilet and then use the traitor's head as a urinal.

"what!"

With a low growl, Mortarion stared at the scene in disbelief, only to see that Typhons was easily killed by the opponent in an instant, without any ability to fight back.

His gloomy face looked particularly terrifying under the linen hood, especially his lifeless eyes, like dead fish, which were staring motionlessly at Perturabo in the distance.

After a brief observation and perception, Mortarion finally discovered something unusual: "This guy doesn't even have the slightest aura of chaos! Could it be that... he is not from our world..."

Thinking of this, Mortarion's heart trembled, and an unprecedented sense of vigilance arose spontaneously.

"A brother Primarch who has not been corrupted by Chaos?" Mortarion muttered.

Mortarion looked at Perturabo in the distance with a bit of envy in his eyes, not to mention that Mortarion was a little undecided at this moment.

Seeing this, the subordinate beside him hurriedly asked: "Sir, how should we deal with it next?"

Mortarion thought for a moment, then replied coldly: "Stay away from him for now, don't provoke this guy."

Although he said this, his eyes never left Perturabo, and there was even a hint of something strange in the depths of his eyes that was barely noticeable.

However, this expression only flashed by his face for a moment, and was soon buried deep in his heart.

"If the mysterious and terrifying existence of the warp force can be completely eliminated, then what does it mean to them?"

Mortarion stared down at his arm, which had begun to rot and even had maggots crawling on it, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Then he raised his head and cast his gaze at the large number of Chaos Space Marines beside him.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded: "Motarion, do not easily question the love of the great father. You must know that only the love that the father gives to you and all believers is the eternal and unchanging deep love. The so-called false emperor will only use you."

The person who spoke was Grootmar, with a weird, distorted look on his face, and he slowly set his gaze on Mortarion.

However, in the face of such a gaze, Mortarion simply glared at the other party in response.

"Hmph! There's no need for you to remind me of this, Grootmar..." Mortarion roared in a low voice, then tightly gripped the huge sickle in his hand, turned around and resolutely left this place.

Grootmaar, who stayed where he was, still maintained that creepy smile, and walked slowly towards the direction of Perturabo with seemingly staggering but extremely flexible steps.

His face, which had been distorted by decay, looked even more hideous at this moment.

"demon…………"

Looking at the approaching Grootmare, Perturabo activated all the weapons on his arms at the same time.

As both Grootmar and Perturabo began their attacks, the Plague Marines and Iron Warriors also began fighting.