He raised his scythe high, and the plague energy on the scythe burst forth with a dark green glow. A horizontal sweep struck the ground, and the poisonous miasma immediately transformed into a giant wave that swept towards Chagatai, attempting to completely engulf this Chagatai.
Jaghatai Khan watched Mortarion descend into a frenzy, and the smile on his lips deepened. As a seasoned warrior, he understood the rhythm of battle and the importance of psychological warfare better than anyone.
And at this moment, Mortarion had long been thrown into disarray by his words and actions, and he hadn't even realized that he had become increasingly distant from his main forces, having ventured deep into enemy territory alone.
Chagatai suddenly changed direction, the motorcycle engine roaring as it sped into the depths of the ruins. Along the way, he continuously adjusted his route, sometimes speeding in a straight line, sometimes making sharp turns to circle back, creating a series of intricate and complex tracks.
And Mortarion, wielding his scythe, pursued relentlessly, the tide of poisonous miasma following him like a shadow.
"Run, Chagatai! How long can your speed last?"
Mortarion roared, his wings flapping to stir up rolling poisonous mist, attempting to completely envelop Chagatai.
Chagatai, however, laughed loudly: "Run? No, I'm not running. You're the one chasing, I'm just... walking the dog!"
This statement was like adding fuel to the fire, making Mortarion even more furious. His scythe unleashed an even stronger plague energy, the ground along the way completely corrupted, and the buildings in the ruins collapsed into decaying fragments. But even so, he could never touch Chagatai's figure.
Chagatai gradually led Mortarion towards the edge of the ruins. The terrain here was more open, but also filled with obstacles and potholes, clearly the remnants of battle.
Chagatai suddenly made a sharp turn, the motorcycle almost skimming the ground, dodging the aftershocks of a poisonous miasma. He looked back at Mortarion, who was in close pursuit, humming some old Terra "grassland golden tune," appearing completely at ease.
"It's truly incredible that you actually caught up..."
Chagatai chuckled, "Ten thousand years, you've become a fatso like Nurgle. Right? Fatso!"
Mortarion could no longer bear it, he suddenly flapped his wings, leaping high, attempting to directly suppress Chagatai's mobility from the air. His scythe swept out a corrosive energy wave, clearing the obstacles ahead.
However, this was exactly Chagatai's purpose. He accelerated around a huge ruined stone, leaving Mortarion in an open area where there was no cover, while Chagatai maneuvered in a curved path, completely escaping the interference of the poisonous mist.
"Chase, keep chasing!" Chagatai laughed like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank,
"You've completely fallen into my rhythm, Mortarion! Haven't you realized? I've never attacked you head-on."
Mortarion paused for a moment, but then became even more enraged. His scythe chopped even more wildly, and the poison gas swept out.
However, Chagatai continued to maintain his speed on the open battlefield, deflecting Mortarion's attacks midway time and again.
While running, Chagatai subtly sent out a communication signal. Elite White Scars Warriors were already waiting not far away, and according to his plan, they had surrounded this battlefield tightly.
Just as Mortarion was furiously chasing, White Scars Warriors suddenly appeared from the surrounding ruins. They drove combat motorcycles and attack vehicles, rushing out from all directions, forming a huge battle net that firmly surrounded Mortarion in the center.
Chagatai suddenly stopped his motorcycle, standing on a high slope, looking down at Mortarion. He raised his power glaive, its light like the rising sun.
"Mortarion, it seems you've fallen into a trap."
Chagatai said softly, his voice loud enough to carry across the entire battlefield, "I don't need to defeat you, only to hold you. Now, look around, this hunting game is over."
Mortarion looked around, realizing he was isolated and helpless. His rage reached its peak, and his wings flapped, stirring up corrupted air currents, attempting to break through the encirclement by force.
However, the White Scars Warriors were well prepared; with precise shooting and high-speed maneuvers, their motorcycles were like warhorses, surrounding the lone Mortarion in the middle, while Bolters, like bows and arrows, continuously harassed Mortarion, preventing him from unleashing his full power.
(Mongolian cavalry's "kiting" tactic)
Chagatai started his motorcycle and rejoined the battle. He moved through the battlefield with lightning speed, each appearance inflicting new scars on Mortarion's armor or wings.
Eventually, Mortarion realized he could no longer gain the upper hand. His wings were damaged, and his scythe was stained with the blood of White Scars Warriors from excessive swinging, yet he still couldn't break through the encirclement.
He flapped his wings with a roar, stirring up a final cloud of poisonous mist to cover his retreat. Chagatai did not pursue, but stood on the high ground, watching Mortarion's figure gradually disappear into the miasma.
"Next time we play this game, remember to bring some brains, you stinking fatso!"
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