Chapter 429 Mortarion: I have a bad feeling
Chapter 429 Mortarion: I have a bad feeling...
Warp, Nurgle Garden.
Giant flies are flying, and the hot and humid air makes the expanded life flow out thick liquid.
Nurgle beasts lie on the ground with their tongues sticking out, while Nurglings are noisily teasing them.
Every once in a while, there will be jubilant music, triggering more revelry.
That is the music reporting victory.
"Father, we have more plague!"
"Victory, more victory!"
The plague messenger held his head high, his ragged belly swayed, and a resounding roar squeezed out of his swollen throat:
"Ah, the father's favorite, Mortarion, who is best at summoning the Great Plague, has destroyed another space fortress in Ultramar and successfully captured a planet..."
Nurgle's army won victory after victory in the galaxy and seized more territory.
This corrupt garden is expanding rapidly.
The planning and waiting of the great father for countless centuries finally produced the most corrupt and smelly fruit.
These days, there has been a revelry in the Nurgle Garden all the time, and all the rotten lives agree that they will usher in the best era.
The love of the Nurgle father will spread throughout the galaxy!
The Lord of Plague is in a good mood, and his huge body squeezed out of the black house with a brisk pace.
Now more and more good news has been reported, and the favorites have seized more land, which has further strengthened their power.
Of course, there are also some failed battles, such as the war in the Savior's territory.
The corrupted network node machines in the Savior's territory have all been dismantled, and several Nurgle armies have been lost.
But that is harmless to the entire Plague War.
The real main battlefield of this war is in Ultramar, where the elite main forces of the Nurgle army are basically there. As long as you can take down the pearl of the empire.
You can get unimaginable rewards and become the strongest Chaos God!
The Lord of Plague thought of this and his pace quickened. Every step he took would leave poisonous pus on the ground.
That was a terrible remnant that was enough to poison an entire planet.
"Rejoice, children, embrace all decay and decline!"
This being walked forward, encouraging the carnival darlings, and sent down more plague blessings, some of which were transmitted to the galaxy, causing more disasters.
Not long after.
He arrived at the entrance of a verdant garden.
The garden became more and more lush, exuding an extremely pure life energy, and also reflected the mood of the owner of the garden.
The goddess of life, Aisha, was also in a happy and beautiful mood.
Dong——
The Lord of Plague stopped and did not rashly step into the garden, fearing that he would corrode the flowers and plants and make the goddess sad.
She was so sentimental and rarely happy.
This being looked at the goddess of life sitting on the vine swing, and a smile appeared on his ugly giant face, but that smile was immediately covered by the poisonous yellow mist pouring out of his mouth.
No one could see his true expression.
At this moment, the corner of the mouth of the goddess of life, Aisha, curved slightly, and she looked into the void in the distance, as if she was missing something?
"Hmm?"
The Lord of Plague frowned slightly, and sensed a trace of abnormal breath.
He rarely saw the goddess of life with such an expression, at least not in the past ten thousand years, and there was such a change recently.
What is the other party expecting?
He thought about this matter, but did not get any results, no clues at all.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, the thoughts of this existence were interrupted by a tiny groan.
It was the chubby Nurgling who climbed on his head.
Perhaps affected by the pure breath of life in the Green Garden, it lay on the head of the Lord of Plague uncomfortably, and was completely unwilling to move.
"Poor little guy."
The Lord of Plague shook his head, withdrew from the influence of the Green Garden, and then stained a trace of highly toxic liquid on his fingertips and sent it to the other party.
For the Nurglings, these corrupt and highly toxic liquids are the best growth substances and delicious snacks.
Sure enough, after smelling the poisonous liquid, the Nurgling suddenly became alert and absorbed the drop of liquid while screaming.
Then, as if it was full, it lay back and continued to sleep on its master's head.
The Lord of Plague didn't care much about this and turned back to the black house.
For some reason, he felt a little uneasy, perhaps the progress of this plague war was going to be accelerated.
The Lord of Plague's appetite became bigger, eager to corrupt the souls of billions of humans and then spread more plague.
In his terrifying, endlessly powerful staggering back, the Nurgling on his head became bigger after absorbing the poison, almost covering the top of the master's head.
After that, the Nurgling evolved further, and the color of its skin became darker.
It... turned green.
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The flagship of the Death Guard - Endurance.
This hideous and corrupted giant warship floated in an unknown void somewhere, and the germs it spread alone corroded the surrounding environment.
The sound of bells can still be heard faintly, coming from the clock room on the Endurance.
The location of the Death Lord Mortarion's clock room is unpredictable, often in the Demon Temple of Plague Star or in a corrupted hive, or in the Garden of Nurgle in the Warp.
In recent years, it has been placed on the Endurance.
Deep in the clock room, the Fungal Abyss.
Breathing heavily, Mortalion used his scythe to ring the bell and perform some kind of summoning ritual.
Along with the sound of the clock's gears, the black mycelium spread like a living creature, and one plague darling after another was summoned here by the Death Lord.
The phantoms of chaotic existences such as Kugas, Kalama, and the Great Plague appeared one after another.
The last one to appear was Typhus, Lord of the Destruction Flies, Chosen of Nurgle, and former Captain of the Death Guard.
"What do you want from me?"
Typhus crossed his arms, the long horn on his head soaring into the sky, and the fly nest behind him was buzzing, exuding a thick miasma.
This being held his head high and was not polite to his genetic father, Mortarion, with a "I am your father" look.
Typhus is pretentious.
He was the one who brought the Death Guard to Nurgle's loving father. The one who should be favored is himself, not the cowardly Gene Father!
This is unfair treatment. He failed to get the reward he expected and was promoted to a real devil.
Even though ten thousand years have passed, he is still worried about this matter.
Now the message brought by the demonic herald has made the Lord of the Flies even more angry.
He was attacking a space fortress in Ultramar when Nurgle's fatherly Herald told him to retreat and cooperate with Mortarion's actions.
To win this war faster.
"You shouldn't go against me."
Mortalion leaned on his scythe and stared at his rebellious genetic offspring with thick eyes: "Everyone knows that it is not enough to ravage Ultramar with plague and swords.
What's more, that is the order of my loving father, and I am the real favored one, the one who leads this war..."
The Death Lord felt helpless towards this heir who was competing with him for favor.
"Master, have you forgotten that you have become a demon?!"
Typhus spit out thick phlegm and sneered: "Mortarion, I hope you can survive the regent's flaming sword instead of like you did thousands of years ago..."
"Typhus!"
Mortalion shouted in a deep voice, his patience almost reaching its limit.
In the death lord's rage, the black mycelium twisted into a more terrifying appearance, as if it was about to attack in the next second.
Typhus snorted coldly and did not continue to provoke.
It was not that he was afraid of his genetic father, but he was just unwilling to disobey Nurgle's loving father's orders and thereby lose the sevenfold divine favor he promised.
The Lord of the Flies has decided to seek more victories in this war to completely overshadow Mortarion's glory.
During the dispute between the two, there was silence in the Fungal Abyss, as other beings did not want to get involved in the dispute.
"Ah, let me tell you some good news..."
After a few seconds of silence.
The first favorite, Kugas, finally spoke, his sad voice revealing joy: "That bastard in Sitiras is dead, and there are no bones left.
The Savior killed him.
That means that the battle plan in the south has completely failed, and the loving father will cast more eyes on us. "
In fact, the war between Ultramar and the Savior Territory was led by different Nurgle factions and had a substantial competitive relationship.
They are competing for favor.
Although Ultramar is the core battlefield.
But if Sitiras can really conquer a large number of savior territories with meager resources, Nurgle's loving father's war resources will inevitably be tilted in that direction.
This leads to more pressure here.
However, what is unexpected is that the vanguard war there failed miserably at the beginning, and the corrupt network collapsed, leaving no possibility of continuing.
In this way, Nurgle's loving father will focus all his attention on them and give them unreserved support.
"That's not necessarily a good thing."
Mortalion frowned when he heard this: "Now that the Savior Territory has resisted the invasion, it is very likely to support Ultramar. Perhaps we will face more pressure."
"Two Primarchs."
Typhus's eyes were full of fighting spirit: "Once they all die in Ultramar, we will win more glory, and the savior will be left to me!"
He has never killed the real original body.
He had no respect for the Primarchs, nor did he feel inferior to them, not to mention that he had once designed to put a Primarch, his genetic father, into dire straits.
Now that he has become stronger, he may be able to do this.
What a feat and honor it would be to kill one of Mortarion's former brothers?
Typhus turned to look at Kugas: "When will your mysterious plague be fixed? I need a copy to poison the savior!"
"Oh no, loving father..."
Kugas was suddenly reminded of his work progress and became even more sad:
"The material for Plague is ready, but I need a planet as a venue, and it will take some time to complete the greatest Plague work of all time."
He scratched the back of his head and tore off a large piece of rotten skin: "Its name is Divine Plague, a terrible virus that can kill gods. Although it is a bit exaggerated, as long as there are enough, it can be effective.
No matter what, the Divine Plague will definitely be able to kill a primarch, which is more than enough..."
Kugas' confident words made the chaotic beings present brighten their eyes and fill them with expectations.
Typhus ordered a poison, just like ordering the life of the savior: "I wait for your divine plague to come, the first favored one."
Mortarion had no objections.
He really needed Typhus to contain the Savior, so that he could deal with his former brother, Regent Guilliman, without any worries.
Let him sink forever, and there would be no possibility of resurrection.
"Ah, I almost forgot an important material."
Kugath suddenly thought of something and added: "Blood, I need blood. The final step of the God's Plague must add the blood of the Primarch, both Primarchs.
It is not a simple matter to obtain their blood..."
He became more and more frustrated: "To be honest, I am not very optimistic about the outcome of this war, not only because of the Primarch, but also because of the Cursed."
As he spoke, Kugath's body trembled slightly, and so did the Great Plague, Karama and other Nurgle demons.
The First Favored groaned: "I always tend to be pessimistic, but this time it seems a little beyond my expectations. The saints of the Cursed and the undead legions under His command are active among the stars, and the power of that person is gathering..."
In this war in Ultramar and the surrounding galaxies, there were many shadows of the activities of the saints.
Those guys can even turn the plague into harmless water.
Ding!
Mortarion used the giant sickle named "Destruction" to knock on the clock, attracting everyone's attention and interrupting the words of the first favored one.
"Everyone, the corpse king is already a useless zombie. Maybe the zombie has started to move again, but it won't help."
He raised his voice without too much worry:
"He fell into the abyss when he was in his prime, and it was ten thousand years late. He could do nothing.
Our master and his chaotic brothers have made unstoppable progress. The galaxy is destined to be dragged into the depths of the warp, and the gods will feast on the souls in it.
Before that, we must seize more territory for the master to gain more advantages in this feast.
We need Ultramar!"
The chaotic beings listened quietly, and their worries gradually decreased. They had no objection to the fact that the warp ended and swallowed the galaxy.
All the chaos demons thought so.
"The key to this war is my brother, Regent Guilliman. He must die at the designated place and time to drag the entire Ultramar into the Father's domain."
Motarion told his plan: "Numbers are everything. It must be carried out in the prescribed order. We need to occupy Yax, the seventh planet of Ultramar, and bring down seven plagues there.
And it will become the breeding ground for the plague.
This is related to whether Ultramar and the seven hundred worlds around it will fall into our hands."
"Ah, I still have to move the cauldron. Can't we choose a place closer?"
Kugas complained in a low voice.
Motarion cast a warning look at Kugath: "Don't you agree with this plan?"
Kugas forced a smile and said something against his will: "No, no, no, of course I agree. I like to work, especially this job. I will stay in front of the cauldron until the plague comes to this world!"
Motarion nodded and didn't pursue anything. He knew the character of this first favorite.
That guy will definitely do everything he can to concoct the plague to make up for his guilt towards his father.
The Lord of Death continued, "The corruption network in Yax and the surrounding area is ready to go, and the Plague Messenger has also sneaked into it, waiting for us to open the channel."
He looked up at the Nurgle Demon Karama: "You are responsible for activating the corruption machine and opening the channel, and Kugath will lead the Plague Battleship into that world.
Turn it into a big plague planet completely."
"I will complete the mission."
The taciturn Nurgle Demon named Karama nodded: "All blockers will be destroyed, without exception."
This existence is qualified to say this.
Because he is the second lost, the fifth of Nurgle's favorites, the undead demon, the rotten dragon, and can see the laws of time.
His strength is not inferior to any existence here, and he is not afraid even against the Regent Guilliman.
It's more than enough to just capture a planet.
Afterwards, Mortarion arranged a battle plan for the Great Plague and others. These Chaos beings must occupy more areas and form a corrupt network.
At the same time, defend against all enemies that may hinder the Father's plan.
As for Typhus, he didn't say much.
The gene descendant will be free to deal with the Primarch of Hope and his army.
After the discussion, the black mycelium faded, and the incarnations of the Chaos beings also dispersed and returned to their respective areas of responsibility.
Buzz~
A Plague Giant Fly flew back and delivered the latest news on the battlefield.
"The Legion of Terror..."
Mortarion crushed the giant fly, absorbed the soul information in it, and frowned: "When did that force emerge, and even have the name of a new god?"
He was a little shocked.
The Legion of Terror attacked a Nurgle warband outside Ultramar and took away all the heads.
When he read all the information, he was slightly relieved.
The Legion of Terror was not large in size, less than 10,000 people, not enough to cause much impact.
Perhaps they are just a group of war gangs that pretend to be gods, and even the gods they worship are nameless.
Afterwards, Morataan received more information. It seemed that the shadow of the Khorne demon was seen near Ultramar, as well as traces of Tyranids.
After seeing this information.
He suddenly felt a chill, and an indescribable ominous premonition arose in his heart.
But this feeling is fleeting.
He was a little surprised: "Maybe, this is just an illusion."
After all, the Daemon of Khorne is everywhere, and Tyranids are only traces of it, with no signs of it heading to Ultramar.
The situation of this war is still under his control, and the regent and some important passages in Ultramar are also within the scope of his monitoring.
For the sake of caution, Mortalion ordered the army to expand the scope of the investigation and used holy number witchcraft to perform divination.
Fortunately, nothing strange happened, and there were no clues against him.
That was a perfect divination result.
"Guilliman, maybe we will face the final battle soon!"
The Death Lord put away his divination tools with some peace of mind, and struck the clock that held his adoptive father's soul, causing him more pain.
There was a hint of hatred in his eyes, and his tone was gloomy: "And the Corpse Emperor, my good father, you will watch the empire you created fall into destruction!"
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Ultramar sub-sector, Yax.
This former agricultural planet has undergone emergency transformation and become a hospital world. Almost all infected people in the war will be sent here for centralized treatment.
In this way, the risk of plague can be concentrated, and once a huge crisis occurs, it can be resolved quickly.
The warship carrying a dozen cyclone torpedoes is always on standby in orbit. The extermination order has been signed in advance and can reduce all plague carriers to ashes at any time.
This is the empire's style and efficiency.
Simple and crude.
Of course, this is just the last resort.
With the initial assistance of the Savior Territory, the planet underwent more modifications, and certain core facilities were built in secret.
That's top secret information.
All participants must be reviewed regularly and must not leave the work area or utter any associated words.
Otherwise there will be judgment!
Today, the planet's airport is extremely busy, with batch after batch of ships coming from far away. After undergoing several disinfection procedures in orbit, they descend to various isolated areas on the ground.
Whoosh——
After being disinfected, the dilapidated shuttle ship landed in a heavily guarded isolation area.
Afterwards, a tall figure wrapped in tattered robes walked down the gangway, his heavy steps indicating that he was extraordinary.
"You're here at last, my brother!"
As soon as the being landed and lifted his hood, another figure wearing blue armor came up and gave him a warm hug.
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
Ron also smiled after pulling off his hood. He found that his brother had become much more haggard over the years.
At this moment, the two Primarchs, the hope for the future of the Imperium, came to Ax in secret for a meeting.
This is an extremely important meeting that will affect the subsequent war and even the situation in subspace.
Ron looked at the regent, Chun Chun induced:
"Lao Ji, do you want to have a big fight with me?"
