Chapter 380 Savior: Hurry... Barr... It's over!
With the movement of the demon's head, the black hyphae on the wounded body spread to a nearby place three meters away, squirming continuously.
That is Mortarion, the fallen primarch of the Death Guard of the Fourteenth Legion and the Death Lord.
The Primarch, who grew up in the bitter cold land of Barbarus, was raised by an alien adoptive father, and hated Chaos Demons and psionic powers. Driven by paranoia and jealousy, he studied forbidden technology in greater depth.
Afterwards, under the backstab of Typhus, his brother and father-son, Mortarion chose to succumb and completely fell into the arms of Nurgle's loving father, and also killed his original brother.
Mortarion was deeply favored by Nurgle's loving father. It is unknown whether it was due to lack of father's love or some other reason. He even performed filial acts such as competing with Typhus for favor.
After Mortarion joined Chaos, Father Nurgle rewarded him with a plague planet.
However, he transformed the plague planet into a Barbarian, built the fortress on the top of a mountain shrouded in poisonous mist and miasma, and ruled the billions of slaves below, just like the former alien adoptive father, Baba Like Overlord Russ.
This rebel has become what he once hated the most, and the shadow of the past has never dissipated.
Over the years, Mortarion has stayed on the Plague Planet, almost never going out, but now he is trying his best to use witchcraft curses to see and communicate with his former primarch brothers.
This is rare behavior.
Mortalion controlled the mutated corpse. The regent's anger did not make him feel any threat, and there was a hint of joking in his hoarse and dull voice.
"My noble-born brother, how did you become like this?"
Mortarion looked at Guilliman and saw the man's withered hair and tired face. There was a hint of satisfaction.
How he used to be jealous of those brothers who had a superior background and were favored, but now they are inferior to each other.
Extremely sad.
Even the jewel of Ultramar has been reduced to a body that can only survive on alien machinery.
"The same goes for you. I didn't expect you to become so ugly, crawling at the feet of the Chaos Evil God..."
The anger in Guilliman's eyes subsided slightly, and instead revealed a trace of sadness: "Mortarion, have you forgotten that you were once a rebel? Where did your courage and determination go?!
What I see in front of me now is just a rotting corpse, a Just a pathetic coward.”
Ten thousand years have passed, and the once high-spirited parents and children of the original body have lost their ideals and become neither humans nor ghosts.
Isn’t this a kind of sadness?
Mortalion seemed to be stung by Guilliman's eyes and words, and his tone became sinister and twisted under the ugly breathing mask, like a deep death knell:
"Yes, You look down on me, you all look down on me, the primarch who was raised by aliens. You are of superior origin, have never experienced suffering, and do not understand the pain of fate.
You have never regarded me as a brother. Even the cursed hypocrite..."
Suddenly, his words were interrupted by a painful plea.
The voice seemed to be experiencing endless pain and despair: "Mortalion, my son, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."
Mortalion was rarely furious and scolded Said: "Shut up, you alien!"
On the other side, he seemed to have performed some operation, causing the voice to scream even more shrillly and blocking the other party's voice.
That is the overlord Barbarus who enslaved mankind and is also his alien adoptive father.
After his fall, Mortarion spent a thousand years searching for the soul of his alien adoptive father.
Then the soul of the alien adoptive father was kept in a witchcraft device and tortured with unimaginable horrific diseases and poisons.
Guilliman looked at Mortarion and took a deep breath: "Emperor...Father, he has never..."
Mortarion seemed to have finished dealing with the matter over there, and started again. Return your attention here and continue to control the demon head.
"Father? Do you mean the tyrant who was corrupted by power and immersed in his own power?"
The death lord sneered: "The tyrant is so hypocritical. He set up a scheme to kill his son's adoptive father, just to make him grovel and serve his power, and then abandoned him in the cold.
How ridiculous this is!"
He stared at Guilliman and continued:
"What did he do? The people on the throne did not care, and allowed their parents and children to kill each other, but never came to save them.
Now it has become a deformed and polluted object in the subspace, and has become the thing that I hate the most.
The current outcome is also deserved. ”
Mortarion loathed the Emperor.
Under Typhus’s betrayal, he and his genetic offspring, the Death Guard, fell into corruption and suffered excruciating pain.
During the most painful moment, he returned to Barbarus in a vision, struggled to climb to his adoptive father's fortress under heavy poisonous fog, and then was knocked down and on the verge of death.
He relived all the suffering he had suffered, but this time the Emperor would not come to save him.
Perhaps I have never been saved.
That is just a lie constructed by a hypocrite, a tragic drama staged to conquer him.
As a rebel, this Death Lord worships power throughout his life. He never gives in, opposes chaos and psychic energy, and wants to become the toughest and most unstoppable powerhouse in the galaxy.
But reality proved that he was so cowardly that he could not save anyone.
Even if it’s myself.
So Mortarion collapsed.
In order to relieve the pain of the Death Guards, he chose to surrender, entrust his soul to Nurgle, let himself drift with the tide, and became everything he hated most.
Now, he accepts all this and is willing to serve Nurgle's loving father, just as he served the Emperor before.
Molitaan controlled the mutated corpse and took a few steps forward, and the black hyphae spread further.
He said dullly:
“Perhaps the hypocrite’s previous remarks were all false, and he deceived everyone. He likes all this very much and wants the power from subspace.
He longs to become a god and wants to accept people's blind worship. Robert, do you worship this 'god'?"
"You should shut up..."
Such distorted and evil talk. Guilliman turned into anger, mixed with other emotions.
He ignited the Emperor's Sword, and holy flames burned.
Those black hyphae screamed under the burning flames, and then withered.
Mortalion seemed to be a little afraid of the Emperor's Sword, and took a step back slightly, not wanting to lose this body.
His voice became softer, but still hoarse and hoarse: "Robert, that hypocritical person calls himself a god, puts all the responsibilities on you, and is arrogant.
But Your hard work has no results, just like a clown moving around, but it has no effect.
The empire will eventually be destroyed..."
"If you just talk about these nonsense, then this can be over. "
Guilliman swung his sword fiercely, and the flames swept away most of the black corpses, and even the mutated corpse was half charred.
Mortarion felt a slight pain, and again Grow more mycelium to fill the body:
“You should calm down, maybe you have to be grateful to me, because I am here to deliver a very important message to you.
A news from the front line..."
His cold, dull voice brought up the topic that the regent was concerned about:
"Your fleet was surrounded and ambushed in the Obscure Star Territory, facing Overturning crisis, you have five months to save it all.
Of course, you can also continue to choose to support Baal.
But in this way, the war situation in the Obscure Star Territory will fester, and the surrounded fleet and all areas will be destroyed. ”
After Guilliman heard the news, he froze on the spot and frowned tightly.
This is an unknown message.
If the news is true, he will be plunged into a painful and difficult choice.
Mortarion admired the regent's worried expression and observed his changes.
Thousands of years have passed, and he must know this brother better before he can plan the next step to complete the task assigned by Nurgle's loving father.
Humanity is doomed to extinction, Chaos will drag the entire galaxy into the depths of the Warp, and the gods will feast on the souls of every species.
But before that, they must capture more territory, otherwise those places full of souls will become the kingdoms of other chaotic beings.
Nurgle's loving father paid more attention to the subsequent erosion plan.
So he, the blessed and favored one, must be taken more seriously.
Mortarion came here this time to give Guilliman a choice and to see his tendencies under various factors.
Especially the attitude towards the Primarch of Hope, the Demon Eater.
This is crucial.
That will be related to whether the next plan will involve the Primarch of Hope.
Among the Chaos coalition forces that besieged the expedition fleet, there were no figures of Nurgle’s loving father and beloved children.
Those beings try to leave their loving father and enjoy the tempting piece of cake alone. This behavior is obviously not allowed.
Fortunately, my loving father already had a more perfect plan.
If the plan succeeds, the income that can be obtained is enough to make other Chaos Evil Gods jealous.
"You may not believe it, but that is the fact. Maybe you will receive the news soon..."
Mortalion raised his hand and projected a picture.
The picture shows a battle group of the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Expedition. These ships were wailing under the attack of the Chaos coalition, and one ship after another was destroyed.
And more planets are already covered with fire, and human beings are distorted into even more tragic shapes under the raging chaos demons.
He looked at the regent's painful expression and felt even more comfortable.
"Robert, we all know that it is a difficult choice..."
Mortalion told the cruel truth unhurriedly:
"Baal and The war situation in the Obscure Star Territory is in danger, but judging from the current time, you can only choose one place to save.
Perhaps giving up Baal and giving up the Primarch of Hope would be a better choice.
Because the overall battle situation in the Obscure Star Territory is more important, involving more planets and human lives..."
The Death Lord said as he prepared to project the tragic battle in the Baal Galaxy. This can further stimulate the regent and make him make a more painful and difficult decision.
Not long ago, Mo. Talion spent a lot of witchcraft to send a special rot fly to Baal, trying to use it to observe Baal's situation
"The situation in Baal is probably even worse. We all know how terrifying those Tyranid aliens are. Maybe it is already on the verge of destruction."
He received the picture with great anticipation and projected it to appreciate the Regent. The painful expression:
"Look, humans are wailing under the giant mouth of the Tyranids..." However, the screen flashed for less than a thousandth of a second and was quickly extinguished.
“Impossible…”
Mortalion quickly extinguished the projected image, and the ugly demon head he controlled was uncontrollably shocked, and his eyeballs almost squeezed out of their sockets.
Is that still Baal?
Could it be an intelligence error? There was no war there, but what about the victory celebration?
The Death Lord fell into confusion when he looked at the jubilant and festive scenes conveyed by the rot flies and the huge celebratory statues.
He wondered if he had seen it wrong, and looked again with the help of rot flies.
Only then did he finally admit the fact.
Bar's changes have been earth-shaking. People are preparing celebrations for the victory of the war, and there are many gadgets and rituals that he cannot understand.
Then, the rot fly crashed into some kind of energy.
Completely reduced to ashes.
The mutated corpse controlled by Mortalion seemed to be still, falling into a deep silence.
Maybe he stayed on the plague planet for too long, or maybe the galaxy was changing too fast and he couldn't keep up.
Now the Death Lord felt embarrassed.
My carefully planned decision turned into a naked joke without any effect.
Baal's war has ended long ago, and the regent does not need to go to support.
In the awkward atmosphere and Guilliman's confused eyes, Mortarion said dryly:
"You don't have to go to Baal."
Then, the black hyphae on the mutated corpse quickly shrank, and the demon's head withered in an instant.
The whole body lost control and fell to the ground.
The Death Lord is offline.
There is no point in staying here.
The date given by Nurgle's loving father is approaching, and he must waste no time to gather more intelligence and re-evaluate the entire plan.
Especially the impact of the important factor of the original body on the plan.
Perhaps the entire plan needs to be significantly adjusted!
“No need to go to Baal?”
Guilliman was a little confused about the sudden departure of the fallen brothers.
He recalled the changes in the other party and thought: "Could it be said that Barr's war has ended, or that it has reached the moment of imminent victory?"
But that is obviously impossible.
And what Mortarion just did may also be an act, just to deceive himself and delay Baal's battle.
The regent has been deceived and framed too many times by the fallen brothers and chaos demons, and he has long been instinctively vigilant.
He will not make a judgment easily before receiving accurate information.
Guilliman called Felix and ordered him to pay attention to relevant information about the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade, and then turned and walked towards the Sanctuary area.
He needs more time to think about it.
……
Nine hours later.
Regent Sanctuary, Office.
Felix glanced at the Prince Regent with concern, but he did not dare to make any noise, lest it affect the being's thinking.
Just now, the Prince Regent received a request for help from the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Expedition.
They sacrificed many astropaths to send this precious message for help here.
The fact is just as the Corrupted Primarch said, the Second Fleet fell into the encirclement and attack of the Chaos coalition. Under the fierce attack of Chaos, the front line shrunk step by step.
If there is no support within five months, the entire fleet will be completely defeated, leading to an even greater failure.
Guilliman sat at his desk, his brows revealing deep anxiety and exhaustion.
He was faced with a difficult decision.
Should we continue to Baal, or go to the Obscure Star Territory for support?
No matter which one he chooses, it means that he has personally abandoned countless lives on the other side.
Leave them to die.
That's not a good feeling.
And there is not much time left for him.
According to the calculation of the route, after one standard Terra hour, the fleet will arrive at the junction of subspace, where there is the only chance to turn to the Obscure Star Territory.
It is also difficult to make other adjustments to the fleet in the subspace, and he must make the final choice during this period.
Finally, Guilliman made a rational decision and the fleet would head to Baal.
According to the analysis of data from both sides, Baal and the Primarch of Hope are more important to the Empire, and the raging Tyranid aliens must also be contained, otherwise they will threaten Holy Terra.
Besides rationality.
The regent had to admit that in his heart he wanted to save his brother who was struggling to support himself.
After Guilliman gave the order to go to Baal, he closed his eyes tiredly.
War always comes with hard choices.
I have killed countless people in the name of glory, and I have given up on too many people, again and again.
He can only work hard to make all sacrifices worthwhile.
Suddenly, the communication machinery not far away suddenly lit up and made a rustling sound.
After Guilliman saw the information on the control panel, he ran over as quickly as possible to connect it.
Because that communication was sent by Brother Ron!
The regent was quite nervous and paid more attention to Barr's war situation.
Buzz~
I hope that the half-body image of the original body is projected into the air, but it is blurry and distorted due to signal interference.
But he could clearly hear some kind of roar and vibration over there, and there was thick smoke covering his body. He was obviously on a battlefield!
Time is precious.
Guilliman asked directly without any greetings: "Ron, Baal's situation is like this, does he need support?"
In the video.
Ron seemed to be suffering from some kind of pain. He stared at the projection equipment and frowned: "Hey, hey, hey, I can't hear you, the signal is a bit bad..."
After that, his voice was intermittently:
"Gee...brother, your side...the war...is quick...Bal...hiss...it's over!"
During this period, accompanied by some kind of roar and vibration, the screams of many space warriors were heard.
Guilliman could tell that there were voices of the Custodes he knew. Even the Custodes participated in the battle, and it was so brutal.
Barr's situation may be worse than he imagined!
The regent's heart was twitching, and he said anxiously: "Ron, you must hold on, I can reach Baal in three days!"
At this time, Ron Eun seemed to have heard something and smiled.
However, before he could continue speaking, the signal was cut off, and the office fell into silence again.
At this time, the ship shook again, as if it had encountered some obstacle. The warning showed that it was a Chaos attack.
"Chaos Heretic!"
Grimman gritted his teeth, his whole body exuding the fury of thunder, he suddenly pulled out the Emperor's Sword and walked out.
Anyone who dares to hinder his journey to Baal will be unforgivable!
The regent led his warriors to fight in fury to clear out the Chaos Demons. The entire fleet also trudged toward Baal's area amid the storm.
This time, he will never be late!
……
Meanwhile, Barr.
Bang——
Amidst the roar and vibration, champagne foam spurted out.
This is the Savior’s health water bath and health center. The Savior led many adults to come here to recuperate.
The attendants are opening champagne, and then pouring these precious wines into crystal glasses to deliver to the adults.
An attendant bowed his head quietly and gently placed a glass of champagne on the table next to the Savior.
He did not dare to disturb this great being because the other party was conducting important communications.
Ron was lying on the alloy iron chair, the dense water vapor almost completely blocking his body, and there was a communication machine floating in front of him.
Just now, the communications department finally contacted Regent Guilliman and transferred the signal immediately.
At this moment, Guilliman's image was projected in the air, looking as tired as ever. The other person's mouth was open as if he said something, but no sound came from it.
At this time the roar appeared again.
The huge force coming from the soles of his feet made Ron feel painful, and he immediately frowned: "Hey~ Hey, hey, I can't hear you, the signal is a bit bad..."
The sound system of the communication module seems to be interfered with.
"What a broken communication!"
The savior is quite helpless, but the opportunity to contact is precious.
He seized the opportunity to explain the current situation of Baal as much as possible, but the signal was still intermittent:
"Brother Guilliman, what is the situation on your side? Baal's war has been won. Restore and rebuild. If you have nothing important to do, come and join the victory celebration
This will not delay your time, but will actually help the overall battle situation. We have recently explored a new long-distance network route, which can reach major star fields faster.
I'll drive on the highway for you then...
Hiss, it hurts. Anyway, come here quickly, otherwise we'll all run out of champagne! ”
(End of this chapter)