Chapter 429 Mortalion: I have an unknown premonition...
The Warp, the Gardens of Nurgle.
Giant flies were flying, and the hot and humid air caused the expanding life to shed thick liquid.
The Nurgle beasts lay on the ground lolling out their tongues, while the Nurglings teased them noisily.
Every once in a while, jubilant music will play, triggering more carnival.
That is the music that reports victory.
"Good Father, we have more plagues!"
"Victories, more victories!"
The plague messenger held his head high, his tattered belly swayed, and a loud reverberating sound was squeezed out from his swollen throat:
"Ah, the beloved son of a loving father, Mortalion, who is best at summoning the Great Plague, destroyed a giant space fortress in Ultramar and successfully captured a planet..."
Nurgle's armies won victory after victory across the galaxy, seizing more territory.
This garden of corruption is growing rapidly.
Countless centuries of planning and waiting by the great and loving father finally yielded the most corrupt and stinking fruit.
These days, there is constant revelry in the Gardens of Nurgle, and all the rotting creatures agree that they are about to have the best of times.
Nurgle's loving father's love will spread throughout the galaxy!
The Plague Lord was in a good mood, and his huge body squeezed out of the dark room with brisk steps.
Now more and more good news is coming back, and the favorites have captured more land, further strengthening their power.
Of course, there are also some failed battles, such as the war in the Savior Territory.
All corrupted network node machines in the Savior's domain were dismantled, and several armies of Nurgle were lost.
But that doesn't matter to the whole plague war.
The real main battlefield of this war is Ultramar, where the elite main force of Nurgle's army is basically located, as long as they can capture the pearl of the empire.
You can get unimaginable rewards and become the strongest Chaos God!
Thinking of this, the Lord of Plague couldn't help but walk a little faster, leaving vicious ichor on the ground with every step he took.
It was a terrifying residue that could poison an entire planet.
"Rejoice, children, and embrace all decay and decay!"
This being moved forward, encouraging the carnival darlings, and sent down more plague blessings, some of which were transmitted to the galaxy, causing more disasters.
It didn't take long.
He arrived at the entrance of a green garden.
The garden became increasingly lush and green, exuding extremely pure life energy, which also reflected the mood of the owner of the garden.
Elsa, the goddess of life, is also in a happy and beautiful mood.
Boom——
The Lord of Plague stopped and did not step into the garden rashly, for fear that he would corrupt the flowers and plants and make the goddess sad.
She is 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 face, but the 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 Aisha's mouth, the goddess of life, curved slightly. She looked into the void in the distance, as if she was missing something?
"Huh?"
The Plague Lord frowned slightly, sensing an abnormal aura.
He rarely saw the Goddess of Life with such an expression, at least not in the past ten thousand years, and only recently has there been such a change.
What on earth is the other party expecting?
He thought about this matter, but did not get any results, no clues at all.
"Yeah!"
Suddenly, the being's thoughts were interrupted by a small groan.
It was a fat Nurgling that only climbed on His head.
Perhaps affected by the pure breath of life in the green garden, it lay uncomfortably on top of the Plague Lord, completely unwilling to move.
"Poor little guy."
The Plague Lord shook his head and withdrew from the influence of the Verdant Garden. Then he put a trace of poisonous liquid on his fingertips and sent it to the other party.
For Nurglings, these putrid and highly poisonous liquids are the best growth substances and delicious snacks.
Sure enough, after smelling the poisonous liquid, the Nurgling suddenly became energetic and screamed as it absorbed the drop of liquid.
Then, as if it was full, it lay back down and continued sleeping on its owner's head.
The Plague Lord didn't care much about this and turned back to the black house.
For some reason, he felt faintly uneasy. Perhaps the progress of this plague war was about to speed up.
The Plague Lord's appetite grows even greater, eager to corrupt the souls of billions of humans and spread more plague.
In his terrifying staggering back that contains endless power, the Nurgling on his head became larger after absorbing the poison, almost covering the top of his master's head.
After that, the Nurgling evolved further and its skin color became darker.
It's... green.
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Death Guard flagship - Endurance.
This ferocious and corrupt giant battleship floats in an unknown void somewhere, and the germs it spreads corrode the surrounding environment.
You can still faintly hear the ringing of the bell, which is coming from the clock room installed on the Endurance.
The location of Death Lord Mortarion's Clock Room is unpredictable, often in the Demon Palace of the Plague Star, in a corrupt hive somewhere, or in the Gardens of Nurgle in the Warp.
In recent years, it has been housed 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.
To win this war faster.
"You shouldn't contradict me."
Mortalion leaned on his scythe and stared at his rebellious genetic heir 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.
"The leader, 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 anger, 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 wasn't that he was afraid of his genetic father, but he just didn't want 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, with joy in his sad voice: "That bastard in Sitiras died, 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."
When Mortalion heard this, he frowned: "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 not killed the real original body yet.
He had no respect for the Primarchs, nor did he feel inferior to them, not to mention that he had 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 the plague is ready, but I need a planet as a venue, and it will take some time to complete the greatest plague work ever."
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.
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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 toxin, 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 it sink forever, with no possibility of resurrection.
"Ah, I almost forgot an important piece of material."
Kugas suddenly thought of something and added: "Blood, I need blood. The final step of Divine Plague must be to add the blood of the original body. Both original bodies need it.
It is not an easy thing to obtain their blood..."
The more he spoke, the more frustrated he became: "To be honest, I'm not very optimistic about the outcome of this war, not just because of the Primarch, but because of the Cursed One."
As he spoke, Kugas' body trembled slightly, as did the Great Plague, Kalama and other Nurgle demons.
The first favored person groaned: "I always tend to be pessimistic, but this time things seem to be a little beyond expectations. The saints of the cursed and his undead army are active among the stars. The power of Gathering..."
In this war in Ultramar and the surrounding galaxies, many shadows of saint activities appeared.
Those guys can even turn plague into harmless water.
when!
Mortalion used the giant scythe called "Nirvana" to knock on the clock, attracting everyone's attention and interrupting the first favored person.
"Everyone, the Corpse Emperor is already a useless zombie. Maybe the zombie has started to move again, but it will not help."
He raised his voice without much concern:
"He fell into the abyss when he was in his prime, ten thousand years too late, and could do nothing.
Our master and his Chaos brethren have made unstoppable progress, and the galaxy is destined to be dragged into the depths of the Warp, where the gods will feast on its souls.
Before that, we must win more territory for our master to gain more advantages in this feast.
We need Ultramar! ”
The chaotic beings listened quietly, and the worries in their hearts gradually diminished. They had no objections to the end of subspace and the swallowing up of the galaxy.
All Chaos Demons think so.
"The key to this war is my brother, Regent Guilliman. He must die at the prescribed place and at the prescribed time in order to drag all of Ultramar into the domain of his father."
Mortalion told his plan: "Numbers are everything and must be run in a prescribed order. We need to occupy Yax, the seventh planet of Ultramar, and send seven plagues there.
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And it will become the breeding ground for the divine plague.
At stake is whether Ultramar and the seven hundred worlds around it will fall into our hands. ”
"Ah, I still have to move that big pot, can't we pick a place closer?"
Kugas complained in a low voice.
Mortalion cast a warning look at Kugas: "Do you disagree with this plan?"
Kugas forced a smile and said something against his will: "No, no, no, of course I agree. I like work, especially this work. I will stay in front of the cauldron until the divine plague comes to this world!"
Mortalion nodded without pursuing anything further. He knew the character of the first favored person.
That guy will definitely spend everything he has to concoct the divine plague to make up for the guilt in his heart for his loving father.
The Death Lord continued: "Yax and the nearby corrupt network are ready to attack, and the Plaguebringer has also sneaked into it, waiting for us to open the channel."
He looked up at Nurgle Demon Kalama: "You are responsible for activating the corruption machine and opening the passage, and Kugas will lead the plague ship into that world.
Turn it completely into a great plague star. ”
"I will complete the established mission."
The taciturn Nurgle demon named Kalama nodded: "All those who block it will be destroyed, without exception."
This being is qualified to say this.
Because he is the Second Lost One, the fifth of Nurgle's Beloveds, the Immortal Demon, and the Dragon of Rot, and can see the laws of time.
His strength is not inferior to anyone here, and he is not afraid even against the Regent Guilliman.
It's more than enough to just capture a planet.
Afterwards, Mortalion arranged a battle plan for Great Plague and others. These chaotic beings must occupy more areas and form a corrupt network.
At the same time, defend against all enemies that may hinder the plan of the loving father.
As for Typhus, he didn't say much.
The genetic scion would be free to deal with the Primarch of Hope, the Savior, and his armies.
After the discussion was completed, the black mycelium faded away, and the incarnations of chaotic existence also dispersed and returned to their respective areas of responsibility.
Buzz~
A giant plague fly flew back, delivering the latest news on the battlefield.
"The Legion of Fear..."
Mortalion crushed the giant fly, absorbed the soul information in it, and frowned: "When did that force appear, and even has the name of a new god?"
He was a little shocked.
The Dread Legion attacked a Nurgle warband outside Ultramar and took all the heads.
After he read all the information, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The size of the fearful army was not large, less than ten thousand people, which was not enough to cause much impact.
Perhaps they are just a war gang pretending to be gods, and even the gods they worship are unknown.
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, perhaps 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 trace 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 going through several disinfection procedures in orbit, they land in 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 his extraordinary presence.
"You are finally here, 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.
“Long time no see!”
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 future hope of the Imperium, secretly came to Aix 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?"
(End of chapter)