Chapter 440 Mortalion: Dear father, has the Milky Way gone crazy? !
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.
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.
Since this period of time, he has 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 aggressively, 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 buy 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 again?”
Kugas muttered: "Be patient, the divine plague will be cured soon, wait three days, three hours, thirty-three minutes and three seconds, and it will appear in this world.
Yes, Faster than you think."
"Praise the Father..."< br>
When Mortalion heard this, he was very surprised: "Even fate is favoring us. It seems that they came at just the right time and skillfully stepped into the death trap!"
Thousands of years! The plan was about to succeed, and the joy of the harvest enveloped the Death Lord.
Three days, only three days.
You can obtain 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.
I 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 the trillions of people in Ultramar perish, wailing in pain under the venom of his own divine plague, and then died completely and turned into A cold corpse.
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 process of the original body and send it to Holy Terra and other territories of the empire.
It would be even 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 upcoming victory, the Endurance was suddenly attacked by artillery fire.
That was an attack from the Macragge's Glory.
"Mortalion, your end has come!"
The Imperial Regent Guilliman sent a message, his voice full of perseverance and confidence.
Mortalion disagreed:
“My brother, you don’t have to bluff, you have no time, and you don’t have enough troops.
You can’t do anything to me, I can't help my army, and I can't break through my carefully constructed defense line. I can only watch Ultramar fall into destruction!"
"Really?"
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."< br>
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 West 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 violently attacked, and some defense lines had even been breached!
"No...how is this possible?"
Mortarion 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 side by side with 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. Are there also Arks of the Dread Legion invading?
Mortalion was trembling all over, the words in the battle report were so cold and unfamiliar.
He was in a daze.
Did something go wrong with time when I was sailing in subspace, 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 they are Request support.
There are too many Imperial, Chaos and Alien armies! "
Mortarion was dizzy and tried to maintain his sanity:
"Sue... tell Typhus, the Great Plague, the Black Death, the Famine, Bad Throat and the Dwarf that the support is very high. The time was coming and they had to 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 prepared 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-looking chief think tank who had ended 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 Typhuss can no longer respond to us."
The chief think tank of the Death Guard had a trace of sadness in his eyes: "One day ago, he led the bodyguard champion and seven Nurgle demons to Attacking the Savior, he was ambushed by the enemy.
He was brutally surrounded by the Dark Prince, the green-skinned warlord Steelfang, the Gray Knights, and the soldiers of the Savior's Alien Ordo, and his entire army was annihilated. >
The bodyguard champion only regained half of Lord Typhus' body that had lost signs of life..."
"What? ! ”
Mortalion’s eyes darkened, and he felt unspeakable sadness in his heart.
His disgusting rebellious genetic heir died, and the way of death was so... disturbing Unbelievable.
Typhus is besieged by the Chaos Daemon Dark Prince, the Greenskins, the Gray Knights and the Alien Inquisitors. How did 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 darling of Nurgle..."
" What's wrong with him? "
Mortalion asked, the Great Plague is also responsible for an important line of defense, and no more problems can occur.
“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 Sons of Man Legion.
They are also preying on Nurgle demons..."
Huh?
Mortarion'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.
Did the Galaxy go 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.
Mortalion's hands were shaking, his breathing became harsh, and poisonous gas leaked along the ugly mask.
He tried hard to digest these weird and crazy information, trying to find ways to deal with it.
Typhus's line has been lost, and so is the Great Plague's line of 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.
My 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. Nurgle’s army arrived in West Before the system rallied, he asked Father Nurgle for several more powerful armies.
They have set out from the Gardens of Nurgle.
But before he could recover, the latest news from the think tanks shattered this expectation:
“As soon as Nurgle’s reinforcements set off from the garden, they were attacked by the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kaban. Ha’s blockade, the whole army was wiped out!”
It’s broken, they are all coming for me!
In an instant, Mortalion felt a sense of helplessness against the world, mixed with uncontrollable anger.
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 decayed face of the original body, making it look particularly sad and terrifying.
"My lord!"
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 the falling figure in mid-air and slowly floated up. He was not as fragile as a mortal and fainted.
He made some kind of decision, with a weak voice:
“Give a new order to let all the armies shrink their defense lines and put all the elite soldiers on 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!
This is not hopeless. Due to the dense corruption machines hidden on Vester, orbital strikes cannot affect the space where Kugas is hiding.
Just holding the defensive line on the ground is enough, but more sacrifices are required.
"For the great cause of my loving father, it is all worth it."
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 Fear was roaring. Moving forward amidst the artillery fire, they gradually approached the West Star.
Ron sat on the dark throne, and the demonic flames on the Dark Prince's demonic body became even more intense, exuding a threatening demonic power.
That means that the Dread Legion spread more fear in the war, and his strength has grown again.
He looked down the hall at his subordinates.
Now, a group of demons are dancing in the hall:
The ferocious demon chicken thief, the steel-toothed greenskin warlord, the high-level Tyranid leader, the Dark Thunder Guards, the Chaos Terror Warrior, and some shy ones in the corner The Tau Aether Commander.
We are all our own people.
Bah, bah, bah.
There was a cruel and terrifying chewing sound, as if there were countless layers of sharp teeth peeling off skin and bones, and putrid pus was splashing everywhere.
Commander Detai shrank back again.
"Oh, old man..."
Ron frowned.
He stared at the high-level Tyranid leader who was happily gnawing on the ground and took out half of a live Nurgle demon at some point down the hall, and scolded:
"Can you eat less and pay attention to the occasion!"
What is the difference between this and eating in public, and it is still fresh.
More than ten years ago, Ron obtained a complete hive mothership and tamed and cultivated a special little worker insect, Abathur.
Now he has become a high-level Tyrannic genetic engineer, and has transformed and cultivated a group of Tyranids with special tastes that like to devour Nurgle demons.
The high-level Tyranid leader named Lao Ba in front of him is the core command of the Hive Fleet.
Squeak——
The Tyran leader Lao Ba felt the suppression from the psychic network and genes, and the Wings of Blades and the Lord of the Insect Hive were reprimanding him!
He hurriedly put away the half of the fresh and still moving Nurgle Demon.
The little eyes looked at the throne with fear and became extremely honest.
Ron no longer blamed Lao Ba, but turned his attention to the battlefield star map in mid-air.
Now that the situation on all fronts is good, the Heart of Fear is also rapidly approaching West under the cover of the Eldar and Necron fleets.
The next goal is to reach the surface of the planet, find the hidden plague factory, and solve the threat of the divine plague.
Moreover, Ma O, the new black machine oil man and great sage from the Devil Research Institute, also unexpectedly sent a new request, prompting him to temporarily change his plan.
Perhaps I can achieve more results through the Battle of West.
Ron's scarlet eyes stared at his subordinates under the throne: "Go and prepare for ground combat!"
......
West Star, Heka Port.
Major Ward of the 97th Cowes Regiment leaned over the sandbags at the outpost, using an electronic telescope to observe the fog on the coastline, and could vaguely hear the sound of dark blue water lapping against the breakwater.
Fortunately, there is no sign of Plague Abomination attacking yet.
He subconsciously looked at the sky again, his breathing suddenly became heavier, and the moist and dirty air in the full-face breathing mask became even more unpleasant.
Ward's dull voice penetrated the mask: "Emperor, perhaps the end of Port Heka is coming..."
The capital of this edge galaxy, West Star, is the hometown of this major. It has vast plains and beautiful coastline, and there is not much industrial pollution.
What's more, it's located in Ultramar.
Although it is not very developed and has little sense of existence, it is at least under the protection of the Imperial Regent and the Ultramarines.
The local imperial people live and work in peace and contentment and can afford the corresponding taxes.
However, the arrival of the Plague Abomination almost ruined all this, setting off a fierce war in Ultramar, and West was also in danger.
The capital of this edge galaxy was invaded by the plague, and one-third of the continent fell and turned into hell on earth.
Fortunately, the local army held the line and fell into a long stalemate with the invading Plague Abomination.
Of course there is a lot of suffering here, hundreds of thousands of humans die every day.
But judging from the overall situation in Ultramar, the war on West was inconspicuous. The invading plague army was so small that it would not even be recorded in the core battle report.
Almost no one pays attention to this non-important marginal area or cares about it.
But in just a few weeks, the situation here has changed dramatically, and the overwhelming plague abomination fleet has poured into this galaxy with only a few planets.
Even the regent and the savior are coming.
Ward adjusted the magnification of the electronic telescope, his heart trembling.
This is not the first time that I have looked at West's airspace, but every time I look at it, I am horrified.
Because he could no longer see any starry sky, instead there were battleships covering the sky and the sun, including human ones, chaotic ones and alien ones.
It was as if the entire Ultramar army had gathered here. Ship-borne artillery burst out all the time and the exploding hull completely lit up the sky in West.
Made it lose its darkness.
That means that West 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, and his superiors didn't reveal any relevant information, but just ordered him to hold the line of defense.
But he clearly knew that it no longer mattered whether the line of defense he was responsible for was defended or not.
They have become irrelevant in such a large-scale apocalyptic war. The aftermath of any war may take the lives of everyone and even destroy the planet.
“Vest is like a small sampan in the sea. The storm has set off, and the people of this planet have long been unable to control their own destiny.
It may fall into overturn at any time ..."
Ward thought so.
Although he was scared and frightened, he had no intention of retreating and was determined to defend the line at any cost.
Because it is related to the lives of the 97th regiment of Calth and the tens of millions of people in Heka Harbor City. Even if they are insignificant, they will not get any attention.
He wants 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 looks for bunkers, the impact of the tsunami is coming again!"
Tau alien-shaped round battleship The wreckage was attracted by gravity, burning and smashing into the distant sea.
Boom——
The violent impact set off high waves, which hit the defense line and flooded many low-lying areas.
Some unlucky warriors were swept away.
Ward struggled to get up from the mud, and the dirty air behind his mask gained a salty smell.
He realized that there was a hole in his protective suit, which was very dangerous.
However, before he could react and make repairs, the sergeant's cry came from the communication channel:
"Sir, the abominable zombies have begun to attack again, no, there are also... demons and heretical warriors, There are too many enemies!”
The major’s heart immediately clenched, and he looked toward the coast. He didn’t know when he saw plague zombies crawling out of the mud.
Along with the plague walkers, there are many Nurgle Space Marines.
In the bay farther away, tall demons stood up one after another, their ugly pus-filled bodies polluting a large area of sea water.
This is just one direction, heresy-hating armies also appeared in other directions.
The army of Nurgle entered West in large numbers, and the numbers reached a terrifying level!
With alarm.
The whistling gas bomb hit a checkpoint not far away. Thick yellow smoke filled the air, and the sounds of soldiers vomiting and wailing in pain could be heard.
He looked at this scene and felt despair. It was a terrible enemy that a mortal army could not resist!
(End of this chapter)