Chapter 455: Savior: Strike hard and kill him!
When that great figure appeared in front of him, Mortalion became staggering.
Barely able to speak.
After ten thousand years, he thought he could be braver when facing that existence.
But the body's instinct is reminding itself to obey.
It was a blood connection, and he never got rid of the majesty from his father.
The fallen primarch and death lord had become honest the moment the Emperor appeared.
He even forgot to escape.
"Mortarion, my son."
The Emperor came to the front of the fallen primarch, his unnatural voice full of indifference, but there was still some disappointment and anger in his eyes:
"Why did you become like this?"
In the past, he would never have said such words.
But under the influence of the savior, the emperor of mankind became more tender.
This warmth is in conflict with the cold divinity and may disappear at any time.
"Father, I..."
Mortalion choked, tears sparkling in his eyes for no apparent reason.
The Fallen Primarch suddenly realized that this was the first time the Emperor had called him his son, and no other title had been used.
He was asking Himself as a Father, not as a ruler.
For a moment, Mortarion didn't know how to answer this question or how to explain his fall.
The evil energy surged in his body, and the illusion before his fall appeared in his mind.
That was the threat and persecution from the evil god Nurgle.
The Death Guard are suffering extremely.
He was imprisoned alone in Barbarus, struggling in the pain of failure.
The fallen original body felt the despair and helplessness again, and no one could save itself.
Including the father.
"That's not what I want, nor is it self-destruction..."
Mortalion's face became distorted, his eyes were full of grief and anger, and even a trace of hatred: "My heir is suffering, there is no other way, I can only do this.
No one came to help me, no one, including you, my hypocritical father!
If you could have..."
Snap!
Before he could finish speaking, he was hit by a big psychic punch in the face, and the twisted fangs flew out from his mouth.
"Coward!"
The Emperor didn't know when he grabbed Mortarion and hit him several times:
"Is this the reason for your betrayal?
With the excuse of selfishness and cowardice, your will is wavering, you have lost your loyalty to humanity, and you don't even have the courage to draw your sword against the enemy.
You disappoint me. ”
"I...I didn't!"
Mortalion covered his face, miserable.
As if he had been stabbed in a painful spot, he struggled and turned into a ball of illusory yellow mist in an attempt to escape.
But before he could get very far, he was intercepted.
Seeing the appearance of the fallen Primarch, the Emperor became increasingly angry, like a volcano about to erupt.
The fierce gathering of sacred light was a sign of attack.
The Emperor... took out his belt!
"No..."
Accompanied by the tremor of space.
Mortalion received a continuous critical attack of fatherly love and let out a tragic cry.
He endured great pain, and his corrupted limbs and black magic wings were torn apart, purified, and bruised all over his body.
Guilliman watched this scene with lingering fear.
No matter what, it was a bit scary to see my brother eating fried meat with bamboo shoots in front of me, and his belt was ripped to pieces.
Even if he didn't commit anything.
What's more, the father who has always been strong is now beyond imagination, and he has almost no power to resist.
He vaguely recalled the scene when Lorgar was forced by the Emperor to kneel before him.
In fact, had the Emperor not been restrained by the Webway, he would have been able to suppress all the Primarchs and prevent the rebellion from happening.
At this moment, somewhere far away.
"Pseudo... Isn't He imprisoned in the Golden Throne? Why is he here?!"
Fallen Phoenix Fulgen seemed to be frightened and ran away desperately, without any of his usual grace.
I didn’t even dare to stop and touch up my makeup.
Even if it means betrayal, the Primarchs dare not face the majesty of the Emperor, except for the former Warmaster Horus.
As for why Fulgen ran so fast?
He knew in his heart that if his current appearance were seen by the Emperor and his father, he would probably end up worse than Mortarion!
Anyway, he slipped away and headed all the way to the palace in Slaanesh's realm.
It's no longer safe here. I'm afraid even the Lord of Joy can't protect himself. Leaving immediately is the best way.
ah! ! !
Another scream came from Mortalion.
This frightened Fulgen so much that he almost burst into tears. He felt as if a rabbit had died and a fox had died.
He ran faster, hating that he didn't have more legs.
Buzz~
Guilliman looked up and found that his father had arrived in front of him at some point, his eyes shining with white light looking at him.
He swallowed: "Father?"
The original body was thinking about whether he had done anything wrong. His father wouldn't beat him, right?
"Sword."
The Emperor's anger seemed to linger, and there was anger in his voice.
Guilliman subconsciously handed over the holy sword that originally belonged to his father.
After that, he saw the Emperor walking towards Mortarion who fell to the ground with the Holy Sword in hand, with a hint of murderous intent.
The primarch's heart clenched as he tried to say something.
But he remained silent.
He was the regent of the empire, and he had no position to intercede for the fallen brother, nor did he have the right to interfere with his father's behavior.
Mortarion was so bruised that he could barely stand.
There are a lot of traces of burning divine energy on his body, and all the symbols of corruption have been forcibly plucked out, like a chicken that has lost its feathers.
Extremely embarrassed.
Now, most of the corrupting evil energy in his body has been purified by divine energy.
Mortalion's distorted thinking has recovered a lot.
The fallen primarch looked at the Emperor approaching with a sword, and he felt extremely regretful in his heart.
"Forgive me..."
Mortarion's voice was undetectable.
He was so exhausted that he could no longer support his body and fell on his knees before the emperor.
The fallen primarch raised his head and looked at his former father, recalled everything in the past, wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again.
He looked like he was going to be killed at the slightest sign of his neck.
Maybe he regretted it a little and didn't want to survive as a degenerate anymore.
However, Chaos did not let him go.
Boom——
The gates of the Black Fortress are open.
The Plague Lord did not want to lose one of his Primarch's favorites, nor did he want all his hard work to be destroyed.
The corrupted evil energy reached towards the fallen primarch, pulling it back hard, trying to pull it into the fortress.
There lies the heart of the Corrupted Realm, which the Damned cannot yet destroy.
In this way, the Fallen Primarch could avoid death by the sword of the Damned.
"No...Father!"
Mortarion felt a wave of utter fear. Shout subconsciously.
If he enters that door, he will forever become a slave to the plague and will never be able to escape.
Bang——
The emperor took action, and the golden holy sword slashed down, as if the sun was falling.
This blow hit the outstretched hand of the Plague Father, and more terrifying energy exploded, burning the corrupted flesh.
Snap.
The unnatural hand was cut off.
"The Cursed!"
The Lord of Plague roared, and before his right hand was healed, his left hand was wounded again.
The Blood God and the Lord of Change took advantage of this opportunity to grab him and drag him deep into the fortress, giving him a good beating.
It can be called tragic.
But when the Emperor looked over, the depths of the Black Fortress suddenly became quiet again.
Although the cursed ones can't come in, they don't want to anger each other, lest that disgusting existence come to them.
The Emperor did not go to the Black Fortress.
He knew that his body could not penetrate deep into the core of the essence, and it was even more difficult for him to deal with the three evil gods of chaos at the same time.
Mortalion knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
But he was inexplicably moved in his heart. His father had just rescued him.
Maybe he didn't kill himself.
The Emperor had indeed given up on killing the fallen primarch, and there was still a chance for him to be saved.
For humanity, any Primarch is a great help.
Not only personal force, but also huge military power behind it.
He had become a prisoner of the Warp, while the Primarch was able to walk freely across the galaxy and the Warp.
Rationally speaking.
A Primarch that could be rescued and returned to the Imperium would not only weaken the power of Chaos, but also give humanity more breathing space.
This can be seen from the changes brought to the empire by the return of the Imperial Regent.
Of course, it is not easy to return a fallen primarch to the Empire. There may be other ways to allow him to continue serving humanity.
The Emperor stared at Mortarion, warning him.
It probably means: Stay here well, otherwise you will suffer the consequences!
The Emperor's figure disappeared, leaving only Death Lord Mortalion kneeling there in repentance.
Even if the threat is not there, he doesn't have the courage to escape.
"Father."
Guilliman wanted to say something to the Emperor, but found that he had left in a hurry.
The imperial regent sighed slightly.
Afterwards, he turned to look at Mortarion, and the two Primarchs looked at each other.
The next second.
The Imperial Regent strikes hard and gives him the love of his own brother.
……
In the purple mist.
"Damn it, where did the Emperor go?!"
Ron was a little panicked.
At this moment, he was tied to the instrument of torture in an explosive posture, and all the muscles in his body were filled with a powerful aura.
It can only be said that the Lord of Joy knows how to bind.
Not far away, the goddess of life Aisha was also restricted from moving, and she was crying.
"Stop..."
She watched helplessly as the evil god tortured the savior in front of her, but she was unable to do anything.
After the Lord of Joy noticed the arrival of the Cursed, he did not run away immediately. He was too greedy and tried to bring the savior and the goddess of life back to his palace at the same time.
That being is already halfway there, the mist that symbolizes the nature of desire is already escaping from the edge of Nurgle's Garden.
As long as you return to your own realm, even the cursed ones can't do anything to you.
"Your hopes are in vain..."
The hands of the Lord of Joy passed over the body of the Savior, feeling the body and soul that he had longed for.
He couldn't wait to taste it all.
Snap!
The whips of thorns struck the Savior's body, leaving scars one after another.
However, all this did not destroy the appearance of the savior, but gave it a beautiful, powerful and tragic taste.
Hiss~
Everyone in Ron was numb.
He thought that the whip's attack would be very painful, but he didn't expect that not only was it not painful, but it was an extremely sensual enjoyment.
This is more exciting than being in a fantasy world.
In fact, the whip of the Lord of Joy can indeed cause pain and corrosion, but the savior has long been an existence with two sides, and the soul and dark side are special.
The negative energy is absorbed away, leaving only pure joy.
After so many whips, not only did I enjoy a wave, my dark side power increased again.
Great supplement!
"Hey, why don't you fight?"
Ron looked at the cosmic charms gathered in front of him and couldn't help but swallowed.
But he immediately returned to his iron-clad appearance: "If you don't know, you would think that my savior can't bear it. No matter how tortured I am, I will never give in!"
Elsa was even more moved and saddened as she watched the savior fall into pain and torture for her sake.
It started buzzing again.
This Eldar deity has little fighting ability and is not strong enough.
? ? ?
The Lord of Joy ceased his attack, growing angrier.
He discovered something strange. The savior seemed to have a stronger endurance than the original body, and also had some devouring characteristics.
This resulted in the output of the happy evil energy not being able to work, and it was all in vain.
To put it simply, he was gay again, and it was in front of him.
What a humiliation? !
Fortunately, such devouring characteristics have limits.
Once the amount of joyful evil exceeds that limit, the Savior will completely degenerate and become the true Chosen One of Chaos.
He will be his strongest slave!
The Lord of Joy did not carry out any more corruption to avoid wasting his power.
He stared at the Savior and threatened:
"I know what you are thinking. The redemption you long for will not come. We will return to the realm of pleasure soon.
There you will suffer the torments of all the banshees of pleasure, and I myself will come and drag you into the abyss. ”
The Lord of Joy will not only send out all the generals, but also go into battle himself!
This would be an unacceptable blasphemy for any Emperor's follower.
Of course, this may be a reward for some followers of Slaanesh.
Before their fall, they could experience the beauty of all the senses in the world, and any fantasy would come true.
That is an experience that cannot be achieved in the real universe.
This is also the terrifying thing about the Lord of Joy.
Even the high-ranking nobles or warriors of the empire could not resist the temptation.
It’s even harder for ordinary people to refuse.
Think about it, everything on your hard drive has become reality and can be controlled by you.
You can enter any dream world, have real senses, and become anyone with any identity.
Whether they are nobles, artists or other genders.
You can reach the pinnacle of your skills or interests and get all the rewards you desire.
Moreover, you can spend one hundred, one thousand years immersed in such a joyful realm, until eternity.
This is the reward given by the Lord of Joy.
All you give is your soul.
As for pain and suffering, that comes later.
After all, for the humans in the empire, they have to endure a lot of pain in reality.
What's more, that painful torture will eventually be twisted and become a kind of enjoyment for the followers of Slaanesh.
It's a hedge.
In other words, the front is pure happiness, and the back is pain and happiness.
It's all joy.
But such temptation has no effect on the Savior.
Because he can do nothing.
What's more, everything the Lord of Joy provides, he himself can do in the real world.
I just don’t want to.
The trouble was, he couldn't refuse.
This realm of pleasure is about to push past the edge of Nurgle's Gardens, and then the Emperor will be unable to catch up.
He will be caught by the Lord of Pleasure and taken to the palace, where he will be severely corroded and tortured.
And the goddess of life will also face a more tragic fate.
"It seems that we are going to win."
Ron's face was solemn, secretly gathering strength and preparing to have a fierce fight with the Lord of Joy.
He was not helpless.
His dark side, Diavolo, is not a vegetarian either. He can at least punch the Lord of Joy a few times before falling down.
boom!
Ron burst out with a burst of psychic power, golden arcs wrapped around his body, and he broke free from the restraints.
After that, he lay down flat without using the expected dark side energy to transform into chaos.
There is nothing more to do with him here.
The emperor has arrived, and you can watch and eat melon!
Zila——
In an instant, the golden giant sword pierced the realm of pleasure, preventing it from escaping.
"No!!!"
The Lord of Joy's beautiful face twisted and let out a scream.
At some point, a tall figure in golden armor appeared in front of him and looked at him.
The white light in the emperor's eyes almost exploded, and his anger surged into the sky.
The Lord of Joy used illusions to humiliate him before, which had already filled his anger level.
He didn't say any nonsense, just started at zero frame and struck hard.
This violent blow knocked the opponent away and completely shattered the area.
Boom.
The Lord of Joy showed his true form and fell into the Garden of Nurgle in the form of a female demon.
"Heresy!"
Afterwards, the Emperor followed closely and launched a violent storm of attacks.
The confrontation between the two gods formed a vortex of energy in mid-air, and the conceptual unnatural struggle caused more shocks.
Not far away, Ron returned to the ground holding Elsa, the goddess of life.
He was covered with a robe made of green plants to avoid being too exposed.
"Awesome!"
Ron looked along the area where the screams came. The Emperor was punching hard, grabbing the Lord of Joy and beating him violently.
The concrete picture is:
The emperor grabbed the purple hair of the Lord of Joy, pinned him to the ground and beat him cruelly.
Every punch was struck with full force, beyond recognition!
The Chaos Evil God suffered his third disastrous defeat since his birth.
He had been beaten by the Blood God and the Plague Lord before, but this time it was the most brutal, and his essence was severely damaged.
The energy erupted from the battle between the two sides destroyed areas in Nurgle Garden one after another.
At this moment, the Lord of Joy was very regretful.
Maybe he shouldn't have humiliated the damned, and he shouldn't have been greedy to take the savior away, so much so that he missed the opportunity to escape.
Inside the Black Fortress.
The Lord of Plague and other three gods temporarily ceased fighting and stopped fighting.
They began to watch the battle. This was a good opportunity to observe the strength of the cursed ones.
The Blood God watched all this quietly, very solemnly.
He was thinking about himself in the battlefield. Can he resist the attack of the cursed one?
"What a wonderful scene!"
The Lord of Changes simply watched the excitement, enjoying the scene that had never happened before in the future, and felt secretly happy.
Feeling comfortable.
He watched the Lord of Joy being beaten violently, and his actual wounds didn't seem to hurt that much anymore.
"The damned damned!"
The Plague Lord felt distressed as he watched the scorching light of the cursed burning his garden.
Soon, the Lord of Joy abandoned part of his essence and fled into the black fortress.
The four Chaos Evil Gods looked at each other and fell into silence.
But the next moment.
They became nervous again.
The peerless macho man, the emperor of mankind, cast his gaze here, his eyes full of anger and intimidation.
But he didn't come close.
This makes the Lord of Changes rather regretful.
If that existence dares to enter this core area, they can keep each other.
Let more upheaval occur in the galaxy.
"This is a warning."
The Emperor looked at the black fortress and waved the golden holy sword. The sacred flame condensed like a fire dragon and covered the sky.
His voice was full of menace:
"The world of subspace and matter used to be balanced, but for a long time, you destroyed this balance and created suffering.
You must know that the subspace does not belong to you alone. This realm is not real. Only will exists, and no existence can overcome my will.
You should not die today, but you will die one day! ”
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of fire stronger than a million suns swallowed up the plague garden and continued to expand and spread.
The demons were screaming.
They swarmed out of their hiding places, ran wildly, and then collapsed.
Fire purifies everything!
The black fortress shook violently, rubble fell from the roof, and steam emanated from the soaked wood of the door.
But the flames stopped at the door area, making it impossible to enter.
"No, my garden, my garden!"
The Plague Lord wailed, almost crying, he was losing precious power!
He almost lost his mind and wanted to rush out and put out the flames.
But the Blood God and the Lord of Changes controlled their excitement and stopped the suffering master: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, Lord of Plague!"
(End of chapter)