Chapter 440 Mortarion: Father, has the galaxy gone mad? !
Ultramar sub-sector, West star system.
The void fluctuates.
The Death Lord's vehicle and the Death Guard's flagship, the Endurance, arrived in this airspace and continued to release poisonous gas.
Along with it came more Nurgle fleets, and the hundred-kilometer-long plague ark swayed in the void.
Inside the bridge.
Mortalion looked at the falling galaxy with a calm gaze.
During this period of time, he placed all the corrupt machines in this area and built a dense corrupt network, with the core node hidden deep in West.
It became the hiding place of the first favorite Kugas, where he cooked the divine plague.
But now, the regent and the savior have noticed this place, and they are coming in an aggressive manner, trying to destroy the great cause of their loving father.
In order to stop the two primarchs, he had to call in all the Nurgle troops he could muster and build a new line of defense.
to gain more time.
Fortunately, this is not a big problem. I originally wanted to attract the original body here and carry out the final assassination plan.
It's just a little ahead of schedule now.
"My Lord Death, what do you want from me?"
Kugas muttered: "Be patient, the divine plague will be cured soon, wait another three days, three hours, thirty-three minutes and three seconds, and it will appear in this world.
Yes, faster than you think. "
"Praise the loving father..."
When Mortalion heard this, he was very surprised: "Even fate is favoring us. It seems that they came at just the right time and cleverly stepped into the death trap!"
Thousands of years of planning were about to succeed, and the joy of the harvest enveloped the Death Lord.
Three days, only three days.
You can get the divine plague you dream of, end your brother's life, and usher in the victory of your great cause!
Mortalion looked at West in the distance, as if he had already won.
He mobilized all the troops and built a defense line in this galaxy.
Even if you close your eyes and watch, you won't be able to watch for three days, right?
He could even imagine a wonderful scene:
Guilliman watched as trillions of Ultramar's people perished, wailing in agony under the venom of his own divine plague, and then died completely, turning into cold corpses.
Mortalion thought proudly:
"Hypocritical Corpse Emperor, I wonder if you will feel regret and pain when you see your own son die in my hands?"
He decided to record the death of the Primarch and send it to Holy Terra and other territories of the Empire.
It would be better if the Corpse Emperor could see it with his own eyes.
I want everyone in the empire to know that hope is dead and there is no more light!
boom--
Just as Mortarion was enjoying the joy of his impending victory, the Endurance was suddenly attacked by artillery fire.
It was an attack from the Macragge's Glory.
"Mortalion, your end has come!"
Imperial Regent Guilliman sent a message, his voice full of determination and confidence.
Mortarion disagreed:
"My brother, there is no need to bluff, you have run out of time and you do not have enough troops.
You can't do anything to me, you can't do anything to my army, and you can't break through my carefully constructed defense line. You can only watch Ultramar fall into destruction! "
"Yeah?"
There was a hint of ridicule in Guilliman's voice: "My army alone is indeed not enough, but my brother has arrived, and more troops have arrived here."
The words just fell.
Alarms sounded one after another in the bridge of the Endurance, which were urgent military reports from various fronts.
In mid-air, the star map representing the Wester Galaxy lit up red dots one after another, each one representing the enemy's fleet.
Soon, the star map was filled with red dots, and dense red dots surrounded the galaxy, coming from all directions.
For a time, all the fronts were under fierce attack, and some defense lines had even been breached!
"No...how is this possible?"
Mortalion ignored the response and browsed the battle reports sent back. The number of enemies exceeded his imagination!
In addition to the fleets of the Regent and the Savior, there are also Chaos armies such as Khorne Daemons and Tzeentch Daemons, as well as alien armies such as Greenskins, Tyranids, Eldar, and Necrons.
The army that had appeared vaguely and elusively in previous intelligence reports actually appeared in West at the same time, and was also jointly attacking Nurgle's army!
The Daemons of Khorne fought alongside the Daemons of Tzeentch, destroying a Plague Ark.
The greenskins cooperated with the Tyranids to devour a large fortress occupied by Nurgle and rescued the captives?
The Eldar and the Necrons worked together to destroy a Chaos warband, the Tau aliens served as the vanguard death squads and charged for the Savior, and the Ark of the Dread Legion was invading?
Mortarion trembled all over, the words in the battle report were so cold and unfamiliar.
He was in a daze.
Could it be that when he was sailing in subspace, some kind of time chaos occurred, causing the world to change?
What era is it now? Is this still the Milky Way? Why are all races suddenly united? !
"Sir, what should we do?"
The chief think tank of the Death Guard was a little panicked, and obviously all this had exceeded his understanding: "Now all fronts are under attack and are requesting support.
There are too many Imperial, Chaos and Alien armies! "
Mortalion was dizzy and tried to maintain his sanity:
"Tell Typhus, Plague, Black Death, Famine, Bad Throat, and Dwarf that support is coming soon and they must hold the line for three days at all costs.
This is a death order, for the great cause of the loving father..."
"yes!"
The chief think tank of the Death Guard nodded and immediately sent out more than a dozen psychic messages.
Mortalion was breathing heavily, leaning on the giant scythe to pant, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts.
He could not accept the failure of a plan that had been carefully planned for thousands of years, which would completely make him lose the favor of Nurgle's loving father.
It didn't take long.
The death lord looked at the ugly-faced chief think tank who had ended the contact, and had a bad feeling in his heart: "What's wrong, Typhus refused my order?"
He was a little worried that the rebellious genetic heir would disobey his orders at this time.
That would be an unbearable betrayal.
"Lord Typhus can no longer respond to us."
There was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the chief think tank of the Death Guard: "One day ago, he led the bodyguard champion and seven Nurgle demons to attack the savior, but was ambushed by the enemy.
He was brutally besieged by the Dark Prince, the Greenskin Warlord Steelfang, the Gray Knights, and warriors of the Savior Ordo Xenos, and was annihilated.
The champion of the bodyguard only regained half of Lord Typhus' body that had lost all signs of life..."
"What?!"
Mortalion's vision went dark, and he felt unspeakable sadness in his heart.
His disgusting rebellious genetic heir died, and the way he died was so... unbelievable.
Typhus is besieged by the Chaos Daemons Dark Prince, Greenskins, Gray Knights and Xenos Inquisitors, how do these words come together.
Does the empire not care?
However, before he could finish digesting this sad information, the chief think tank reported new news: "There is also the Great Plague, the beloved of Nurgle..."
"What happened to him?"
Mortalion asked, the Great Plague was also responsible for an important line of defense and there could be no more problems.
“The Great Plague and the Demon Guard were devoured by a group of weird Tyranid aliens, leaving no skeleton behind. It is said that the Tyranids appeared together with the Savior’s Legion of Sons of Man.
They are also preying on Nurgle demons..."
ah?
Mortalion's eyes widened and he was almost speechless. His previous world view was repeatedly crushed in a short period of time.
Not only him, but all the Death Guards in the bridge hall fell into deathly silence.
Crazy, is the Milky Way crazy? ! !
Originally, the Chaos Demons were chaotic and crazy existences, but now the Savior's army and the aliens have become even more crazy.
This seems to be a bit conservative for the fallen primarch and his warriors.
Mortarion's hands were trembling, his breathing harsh, poison gas leaking along the ugly mask.
He tried hard to digest this weird and crazy information, trying to find ways to deal with it.
Typhus's line was lost, and so was the Great Plague's defense.
Two important lines of defense have been breached by the enemy, and he has also been blocked by the regent. It is estimated that other lines of defense will not be able to hold for long.
His own Nurgle army and great plan are accelerating towards failure.
"We still have reinforcements before we are truly desperate!"
Mortalion took a deep breath and was somewhat thankful for his caution. Before Nurgle's army gathered in the West System, he asked Nurgle's loving father for several more powerful armies.
They had set out from the Gardens of Nurgle.
But before he could recover, the latest news from think tanks shattered this expectation:
"As soon as Nurgle's reinforcements set out from the garden, they were blocked by the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha, and the entire army was wiped out!"
It’s broken, it’s all for me!
For a moment, Mortalion felt a sense of helplessness against the world, mixed with uncontrollable rage.
That fate had abandoned him, the beloved son of Lord Death and Nurgle's loving father.
puff!
He was furious, spit out a mouthful of thick blood, and fell down while the world was spinning.
Due to the obstruction of the mask, the blood smeared the twisted and rotten face of the original body, making it look particularly sad and terrifying.
"grown ups!"
The chief think tank of the Death Guard quickly used psychic energy to support his genetic father, the Death Lord, feeling extremely worried.
"I...it's okay."
Mortalion stopped his fallen figure in mid-air and slowly floated up. He was not as fragile as a mortal and would faint.
He made some kind of decision, his voice weak:
"Give a new order to have all the armies shrink their defense lines and send all the elite soldiers to the West Star. No matter what, we must ensure that the divine plague comes smoothly..."
That was his only chance to counterattack, and it only took three days.
No matter how many troops are sacrificed, we must defend West!
It's not hopeless. Due to the dense corruption machines hidden on Vester, orbital strikes cannot affect the space where Ku'gas is hiding.
Just holding the defensive line on the ground is enough, but more sacrifices are required.
"It's all worth it for my father's great cause."
Mortalion thought so.
He looked at the Death Guard champions around him: "Go, follow me to West, and save everything with your life!"
…
The Heart of Terror moved forward amidst the roaring gunfire, gradually approaching the star of Wester.
Ron sat on the dark throne, and the flames on the Dark Prince's body became more intense, emitting a deterrent magic power.
That meant that the Dread Legion spread more fear in the war, and his strength increased again.
He looked down at his subordinates in the hall.
Now, the hall was full of demons:
The ferocious demon chicken thieves, steel-toothed green warlords, high-level Tyranid leaders, dark thunder guards, chaos fear warriors, and the somewhat shy Tau Ether Commander in the corner.
They were all our own people.
Baji, Baji.
The cruel and terrifying chewing sound sounded, as if countless layers of sharp teeth were peeling skin and bones, and the rotten pus splashed everywhere.
Now the Ether Commander shrank back again.
"Alas, Lao Ba..."
Ron frowned.
He stared at the high-level Tyranid leader who had taken out half of a fresh Nurgle demon and was happily chewing the ground in the hall, and scolded:
"Can you eat less and pay attention to the occasion!"
What's the difference between this and eating shit in public, and it's fresh.
More than ten years ago, Ron obtained a complete hive mothership and subdued and cultivated a special little worker insect Abathur.
Now he has become a high-level Tyranid genetic engineer, and has transformed and cultivated a group of Tyranids with special tastes and like to devour Nurgle demons.
The high-level Tyranid leader named Lao Ba in front of him is the command core of the hive fleet.
Squeak——
Tyranid leader Lao Ba felt the suppression from the psychic network and genes. Blade Wings and the Hive Master were scolding him!
He hurriedly put away the half of the fresh, still moving Nurgle demon.
The little eyes looked at the throne with fear and became very honest.
Ron did not blame Lao Ba anymore, but shifted his attention to the battlefield star map in the air.
Now the situation on all fronts is good, and the Heart of Fear is also approaching Wester quickly under the cover of the Eldar and Necrons fleets.
The next goal is to reach the surface of the planet, find the hidden plague factory, and solve the threat of the plague.
Moreover, the new black oiler and great sage Mao of the Demon Research Institute unexpectedly sent a new request, prompting him to temporarily change his plan.
Perhaps he can gain more results through the battle of Wester.
Ron stared at his subordinates under the throne with scarlet eyes: "Go, prepare for ground combat!"
...
Wester, Heka Port.
Major Ward of the 97th Regiment of Cos leaned over the sandbags of the outpost, using an electronic telescope to observe the fog on the coastline, and could vaguely hear the sound of dark blue sea water hitting the breakwater.
Fortunately, there was no sign of the plague abomination attacking.
He subconsciously looked up at the sky again, and his breathing suddenly became heavy, and the humid and dirty air in the full-covering breathing mask became even more unpleasant.
Ward's dull voice penetrated the mask: "Emperor, perhaps the end of Heka Port is coming..."
The capital of this marginal galaxy, Wester, is the hometown of this major. It has vast plains and beautiful coastlines, and there is not much industrial pollution.
More importantly, it is located in Ultramar.
Although it is not very developed and has little presence, it is at least under the protection of the Imperial Regent and the Ultramarines.
The local imperial people are still living and working in peace and can afford the corresponding taxes.
However, the advent of the plague abomination almost destroyed everything, and a fierce war broke out in Ultramar, and Wester was also in danger.
This marginal galaxy capital suffered an invasion of plague, and one-third of the continent fell, turning into a purgatory on earth.
Fortunately, the local army held the front line and fell into a long stalemate with the invading plague abomination.
There are certainly many sufferings here, and hundreds of thousands of humans die every day.
But from the perspective of the entire Ultramar situation, the war on Wester was insignificant. The invading plague army was too small and would not even be recorded in the core war report.
Almost no one would pay attention to this unimportant marginal area, nor would they care.
But in just a few weeks, the situation here changed dramatically, and the overwhelming plague abomination fleet poured into this galaxy with only a few planets.
Even the Regent and the Savior were coming.
Ward adjusted the magnification of the electronic telescope, and his heart trembled.
This was not the first time he looked at the airspace of Wester, but every observation was terrifying.
Because he could no longer see any starry sky, instead, there were warships covering the sky, some human, some chaotic, and some alien.
It seemed that the entire Ultramar army had gathered here, and the ship-borne artillery and exploding hulls that burst out all the time completely lit up the sky of Wester.
It lost the night.
That means that Wester has become the core of this war. The Empire, Chaos, and more armies are fighting for control here at all costs!
Ward couldn't figure out why this was the case. His superiors didn't reveal any relevant information, but just ordered him to hold the line.
But he knew clearly that it didn't matter whether the line he was responsible for was held or not.
They became insignificant in such a large-scale apocalyptic war. The aftermath of any war could take everyone's life and even destroy the planet.
"Wester is like a small sampan in the sea. The storm has already started. The people on this planet have long lost control of their own destiny.
It may capsize at any time..."
Ward thought so.
Although he was afraid and terrified, he had no intention of retreating and was determined to defend the line at any cost.
Because it was related to the lives of the 97th Regiment of Calth and tens of millions of people in the Heka Harbor City. Even if they were insignificant, they would not receive any attention.
He wanted to protect his homeland, even at the cost of his life!
Suddenly, Ward noticed the flames falling from the sky, and immediately roared in the communication channel: "Everyone find shelter, the impact of the tsunami is coming again!"
The wreckage of the round warship of the Titanium alien was attracted by gravity and burned into the sea in the distance.
Boom--
The violent impact raised high waves and attacked the defense line, flooding many low-lying areas.
Some unlucky soldiers were swept away.
Ward struggled to get up from the mud, and the dirty air in the mask had a hint of salty smell.
He realized that there was a hole in his protective suit, which was a very dangerous thing.
However, before he could react and make repairs, the sergeant's cry came from the communication channel:
"Sir, the abomination zombies have started to attack again, no, there are also... demons and heretic warriors, there are too many enemies!"
The major's heart immediately tightened, looking towards the coast, I don't know when, plague zombies crawled up in the mud.
Along with the plague zombies, there are also many Nurgle Space Warriors.
In the bay farther away, tall demons stood up one after another, and their ugly pus-filled bodies polluted a large area of sea water.
This is just one direction, and heretic abomination armies also appeared in other directions.
The Nurgle army entered Wester on a large scale, and the number reached a terrifying level!
Accompanied by the alarm.
The whistling gas bombs hit the checkpoint not far away, and thick yellow smoke filled the air. The sound of soldiers vomiting and wailing in pain came.
He looked at this scene and felt desperate. That was a terrible enemy that the mortal army could not resist!
