"Shut up!!!" Feeling that he had lost face, Mortarion became furious and swung his weapon at Garro without thinking twice. Seeing his Primarch's actions, Garro just raised his right hand silently - he had understood the wonderful use of this power, and he also understood that his battle would come to an end. Therefore, before returning to the Emperor's throne, he would use this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something that all Dusk Raiders wanted to do. "Face us, Mortarion." At first, there was one voice, then ten, then a hundred, and then thousands - the gazes of countless XIVth Legion soldiers who fell on Isstvan III began to cross time and look at their Primarch. The voices of countless Death Guard loyalists who fell on Isstvan III converged into a raging river, sucking in Mortarion's spirit - the demon Primarch screamed and tried to fight against the things that were churning in his heart, but he found that he could not move his hands and feet. With a flash of the sword, Garro and all the Dusk Raiders disappeared from the battlefield, leaving only Mortarion standing there blankly with Silence in his hand, ready to charge and slash. The next second, a golden sword mark suddenly appeared, starting from Mortarion's left shoulder and ending at the base of Mortarion's right thigh, almost diagonally across Mortarion's entire body! “Aa ... The huge wound brought Mortarion extreme pain. The Pale King fell backwards helplessly, letting his body hit the dry ground heavily. The Emperor's fire spewed out from his wound and quickly spread among the Nurgle army. One hundred thousand, one million? Or more? The Nurgle army, which was blocked by Hammer's pawns, now looked down from the sky as a green ocean that was being quickly engulfed by the golden sea of fire! "No!!!!!" At the edge of the battlefield, Ku'gath, who was fighting tenaciously with the Terminator army led by Ferrus, or rather, struggling and crawling, saw the Nurgle army that had been engulfed by the Emperor's flames, and couldn't help but scream. Even though it had no way to observe most of the battlefield and hadn't contacted Mortarion, Nurgle's chief unclean one knew that there was no hope in this battle - now, there were only a few things it could do, first, find a way to take away Mortarion, who was likely to have been defeated, and second, find a way to save more brothers! only......
“Is my time up?” In the real universe, Ologan sees that things are not going according to the rules. The Infinite One Taraxin, who suddenly appeared beside him, spoke softly. "Yes, the filthy power in the subspace region corresponding to this galaxy has been severely weakened. Now, as long as you and any planet in this galaxy disappear into the universe, the ritual of this galaxy will end forever - forever." Trazyn, who had been monitoring the situation in the warp, raised his hand and projected a series of indexes. After understanding the meaning of these indexes, Orogen nodded slowly, carefully sorted out his clothes, and after a brief prayer to the Emperor for the last time, he strode towards the bridge of his battleship - the little Necrons continued to flutter around him, ensuring that his actions were kept as hidden from the great evil in the warp as possible - however, the moment he sat on his seat, Kugath, who was thinking about how to rescue Mortarion, also briefly noticed him - in an instant, the Great Demon of Nurgle realized the importance of Orogen to his father, and realized that this was their only chance to turn defeat into victory. "We can promise you everything! Eternal life! Power! Authority! As long as you open your heart! Whatever you want! I can give you anything! As long as you are willing to open your heart to the Great Grandfather God!" Since the Necrons' equipment was still working tirelessly, and he was still being beaten badly by Ferrus, Kugath had to use the simplest and most direct method, taking out a lot of things that mortals theoretically could not resist, and clumsily persuaded Orogen to throw himself into the arms of his loving father. However, the response Kugath got was - A raised middle finger, and a violent explosion that tore apart the smallest planet closest to the star of Minoit - Orogen activated the cyclone torpedo on his flagship without hesitation, and steered the battleship to follow the torpedo into the core of the smallest planet of Minoit - the crust trembled, the rock shattered - under the action of one of the most powerful weapons of the human empire, the targeted planet was turned into debris bit by bit. "Emperor...Have I successfully redeemed myself?" On his deathbed, Ologen felt that his soul had never been so clear. He felt that time had lost its meaning to him. He murmured with his throat that had been burned to dust. His eyes that no longer existed in reality saw a ray of golden light, and his ears that theoretically had no ability heard sounds. "Yes, Orogan, come before my throne, you have done your duty." ————————————The dividing line of Ku'Gath———————————————————— Kugath felt extremely bad. When Orogan and the planet he chose as his target died together, Kugath instantly felt the emptiness of losing his foothold, and the feeling of his soul being stirred up, causing his entire fat body to sway constantly - the connection between the Minoit System and the domain of the benevolent father Nurgle has collapsed, and this area of subspace has begun to reconstruct itself. Such a violent chaos, even as the chief demon of Nurgle, it is difficult to resist - no, it is not a question of being difficult to resist. If you stay in such a bad place for a long time, your end may be...! "Why----" Just when Ku'gath thought he was about to return to the chaotic cycle of the Warp, the deep sigh of Nurgle's loving father was transmitted to his soul. A huge hand pushed away the chaos around Ku'gath and held it firmly in its palm. Feeling the tenderness of the great grandfather god, Ku'gath, who had escaped death, burst into tears. "Grandfather God, Grandfather God, I...I failed, I failed!" "No need to feel ashamed, just have a good rest, kid." "Yes, dear father."
After hearing the command from the Lord of All Things, Kugath, who was already exhausted physically and mentally, closed his eyes and began to rest. However, before he completely defended himself from air attacks, he saw Mortarion, whose life or death was unknown, being gently held by the other hand of his grandfather god, and... In the distance, burning...the Garden of Nurgle. ———————————————Special Postscript———————————————————— Minoit Galaxy The two planets that make up a star in its prime are Minoit I, where a new hive city is being built, Minoit II, a mining world with rich promethium resources, and an asteroid belt that theoretically should be formed into planets in astronomy, but is actually orbiting the star of the Minoit world. As a small galaxy located in an extremely remote area of the Milky Way, there has been no clear record of how the Minoit world was rediscovered in the Empire's database. Even the Sword of Hatred, an Astartes regiment with Minoit I as its home planet, did not seem to be clear about the discovery process of this galaxy. According to the records of the Sword of Hatred, they came to this galaxy by accidentally going to the wrong Mandeville Point after completing a mission, and then found that the residents of this galaxy were tenaciously fighting against the slowly awakening Undead aliens in the catacombs. After helping the people of this galaxy to wipe out the space Necron aliens, because of the gratitude of the people of this galaxy and other factors, the Sword of Hatred was transformed from a fleet-based regiment into a regiment with a home planet, and took Minoit I as its home planet. The record is correct, but it is too perfect - of course, there are people on the Empire side who However, these curious people always return empty-handed in their attempts to investigate the secrets that might be hidden in the Sword of Hate and the Minoit Galaxy. "Humans are really curious... Fortunately, He agreed to my suggestion, otherwise, something would go wrong sooner or later." ——The Infinite Trazyn, standing in the museum's exhibition hall commemorating the Battle of Minoit, looked at some materials from the Imperial Inquisition in his hands, with a faint green light flashing in his eyes. Above his head, there was a delicate projection of the Minoit Galaxy, the most primitive of which had three stars. And in the core of the projection of the third star, there was a quietly floating broken emblem that had obviously been washed by high temperature and shock waves, and its appearance was highly distorted. It could only be judged from the traces that it once belonged to a high-ranking Inquisitor of the Empire... 38. Extra Chapter - The Road to Mortarion The Warp, Garden of Nurgle. The endless decaying forest was still thriving, but the forest seemed to have lost many whispers. The lotion flowing in the forest was still rancid and fertile, but the twisted creatures in it no longer liked to surface. The air was still so turbid and humid, but the tiny swarms of insects no longer drifted with the wind, but preferred to find a place to hover and settle down - after being burned twice by the golden flames, the beings in the Garden of Nurgle had learned some things they didn't know before, and they had begun to seek benefits and avoid harm like real creatures. "How sad." The tall demon primarch leaned on his sickle, walking step by step in the mud and dirty water, his face hidden under the hood staring without any emotion at the panicked Nurgle creatures jumping away in front of him - before, Mortarion needed to scold or use other more drastic methods to drive away these things he didn't like at all, but now, just the remaining power in his wounds was enough to keep them away... As Mortarion walked, silently admiring the chaotic fleeing postures of the Nurgle creatures or small Nurgle demons near him, with thousands of thoughts lingering in his mind, Barbarus's death smelled the wind, a wind that was different from the common wind in the Nurgle Garden, without a trace of moisture, and without the spores of life in it - "About to arrive." Watching the surrounding Nurgle jungle withering because of the wind, watching a fungus that had just poked its fruiting body out of the fertile soil and was dried and blown away by the wind, watching the ulcers on the bodies of several Nurgle demons that were affected by the wind because they ran slowly suddenly dry up, and then the scars fall off. Mortarion took a deep breath and walked in the opposite direction of the wind - because of the wind, the withered plants have become the best signposts, pointing to the residence of the Nurgle demon that Mortarion wants to find now, a place where the name of the Nurgle demon is almost taboo among the Nurgle demons, entrenched in the ruins of the war where Mortarion got the scar on his body, and in some sense, exiled by the kind father Nurgle. His name is Partik, and his title is - the Plague-Free One. ————————————————Mortarion steps into the wasteland———————————————————— This is a Nurgle territory that is incompatible with other Nurgle realms. The ground here is all sand and dust, there is no moisture in the air, it is so quiet here that only the sound of Mortarion's movement can be heard, and there are not even Nurglings jumping here - if there is any existence that can use some techniques to check this area, it will be surprised to find... There are no microorganisms living in this area! However, this place does belong to the Garden of Nurgle - although Father Nurgle does not want to acknowledge the existence of this area at all - in that battle, when Mortarion was slashed by Garro's sword, which condensed the will of tens of thousands of loyal Death Guards of Isstvan III, and suffered scars that have not been healed even now, seven times seven times seven Nurgle Daemons and their countless Nurgle Demon armies also ushered in the true end at the same time. Such a large-scale demise not only stirred up Father Nurgle's domain to a considerable extent, but also combined with the concept of "ritual death" when the ritual of the Minoit system was completely ended, it outlined this completely lifeless area in Father Nurgle's world, and gave birth to Partik - an existence that brings death to all small lives. "I never thought that the Pale King Mortarion, the most popular figure under the Great Father, would come to visit an exile like me..." After walking in the desert for an unknown amount of time, with even Mortarion's own body making slight protesting sounds, the God of Death Barbarus finally saw the being he wanted to see - sitting upright on a chair made of withered branches, skulls of dead Nurgle beasts, and vines that had no sense of life at all. There wasn't a single scar on his skin, and his face looked thinner than a normal Great Unclean One, with a long beard hanging down... At first glance, he didn't look like the Great Demon of Nurgle at all. "God's plague." Mortarion stood still, raised his head slightly, and let his eyes meet the unique-looking Nurgle Daemon's.
"You came for it? It has already had consequences - and it shouldn't will appear again in the Father's Crucible." Hearing what Mortarion said, Partik let out a low and hoarse laugh - just like an old dying patient using up his last breath. However, after seeing Mortarion gently shook his head, Partik's laughter stopped. "Go ahead, but I can't guarantee that I can answer what you want to know." "Typhons and Kugath created the God's Plague. I personally injected the God's Plague into my brother's body. We all saw the result - Typhons had to return to the Garden of Nurgle to repair himself, Kugath and Rotigus were both exiled, and the garden of the Great Father was burned again - if I had walked a little slower, I would have another scar on my body." Mortarion slowly answered Partik and raised his left hand, gently stroking the scar on his body, as if he was still frightened. Of course, Partik laughed again. "So, you are here to complain about the plan of the Kind Father? We all know that without the power of the Kind Father, the God's Plague would not have been successful. You and I both know that the domain of the Kind Father has suffered a catastrophic blow due to your failure. In order to allow the Grandfather God to deliver his gifts to every corner of the galaxy as in the past, the God's Plague is the best point to pry the balance." "You don't like this plan either." Perhaps he felt it was too tiring to stand like this, so Mortarion simply leaned on his sickle and sat cross-legged on the gravel. After seeing Mortarion's movements, Partik also left his chair, walked in front of Mortarion, and came face to face with the Demon Primarch at close range. "How could I not be optimistic about the God's Plague? If it really is the God's Plague, how could I not be optimistic about it?" The great demon of Nurgle shook his head, his beard wagging wildly, and the corners of his mouth grinned happily - just like his kind often did. Mortarion, who easily understood what Partik said, gently clenched his sickle and his tone became cautious. "Partik, you mean that there is something wrong with the plague of God that was jointly developed by Typhons and Kugath and created by Rotigus, which is enough to be called a miracle?" "Then let's go on. First of all, what do you think is the current status of your offspring, Typhons? Is he alive or not?" As if he was satisfied that someone was willing to listen to him, a being completely on the brink of Nurgle, Partik raised his finger and began to write and draw in the sand. In less than seven minutes, the "honor" of Typhons, which in some senses was now directly regarded as a chaos egg and could only be barely seen as a human being, emerged on the sand. "Typhons?" Speaking of Typhons, Mortarion didn't know what to say. A long time ago, he hated his offspring very much, but after that failure, he had to follow the requirements of his grandfather god and reshape Typhons with other Nurgle demons - however, although the reshaped Typhons seemed perfect in the eyes of the Nurgle demons, Mortarion knew the truth. The current Typhons is simply a piece of witchcraft thing that is wrapped up in the power of the warp and can barely exist in the real world as a pioneer for the benevolent father of Nurgle, with Typhons' fragmented soul hanging on it! "It's not quite alive, is it - not even from our point of view as Nurgle's daemon." The hesitation in Mortarion's words made Partik more satisfied - the great Nurgle demon gently wiped out the traces on the sand with his hand, drew three circles on the sand, and then drew three arrows. With just a few strokes, the holy emblem of Nurgle's benevolent father appeared in front of the demon and the demon primarch. "Life, decay, death - this is the cycle of the Great Father. All things are eternally reincarnated in this great cycle. But where does Typhons' current situation fit into this cycle?" "It's--it's nothing!" Mortarion stared at the Holy Symbol of Nurgle in front of him and felt that the fog around some of the questions in his mind began to dissipate. However, there was still some fog lingering on the edges of the questions he was thinking about, preventing him from solving them. "Why was I banished by my loving father and not even allowed to set foot in his garden?" However, before Mortarion could find a way to tear off the remaining mist, Partik immediately asked a seemingly irrelevant question. Of course, the answer to this question was extremely simple for any existence in the Realm of Nurgle. After all...Partik's ability meant that it would never have the chance to enter the garden. "You will bring death to many small lives. You will prevent many lives from blooming. Father Nurgle does not like this." Mortarion answered Partik's question lightly, and the next moment, Partik laughed three times. "Yes, I will bring death to the flourishing garden - a death different from the thriving cycle of cycles, but isn't death part of the Father's cycle? Isn't the land under my feet part of the Father? Why did Father Nurgle reject me? Or, what does it mean when Father Nurgle rejects me?" “.......!!!”
The fog of several questions completely dissipated, and Mortarion's pupils under his hood began to focus - yes, death! The death of a creature itself is a decisive component of the power of the father. Why did the grandfather god always resist Partik, who was born in this desert and is the spokesperson of death? Could it be that Partik is a manifestation of the grandfather god's appearance? "You came to me today and I was really touched. I am very happy to share these things with you, Mortarion. Now we can go back to the beginning. The Plague of God should have perfectly interpreted the Three Cycles of the Great Grandfather God. If it were perfect, it should have first killed your brother, then let his physical form decay, and finally in this decay, Robert Guilliman, who joined our big family, would be reborn. But?" "God's Plague didn't do that, so it gave Him an opportunity to take advantage of it - the cycle was blurred, so the power of the Grandfather God was not evident." Mortarion let out a long breath. He felt that he understood everything now. The problem of the Divine Plague, the problem of Typhons, and even the problems of Kugath and Rotigus, he understood them all. "Typhons, his current state is 'stagnation', neither life nor death. He cannot understand death. Except for you, all the Great Unclean Ones were born from the gift of the Grandfather God. They are used to the eternal stagnation. Therefore, Kugath cannot understand death either. Even Rotigus, who likes to watch the cycle of hornbeams between life and death, what he sees is just stagnation disguised as a cycle. Without real death, how can there be real life?" "Yes, that's it, that's it - the Great Grandfather God should have control over life and death, but the Grandfather God is too kind, so he embraces everything in his arms, praying that they can live happily forever. This is undoubtedly a manifestation of the Grandfather God's sacred stagnation, but it seriously affects the Grandfather God's three cycles - because the kind father refuses to give death as a gift to every child equally!" Partik was ecstatic to have finally found a confidant, his beard swaying wildly in the dry wind - the power of Nurgle strengthened the wind of death blowing across the wilderness, forcing the grandfather god to endure the pain and intercept it himself - but the covenant had been made, and the Primarch of the Death Guard had reached a consensus with the exiles. "The Grandfather God needs death - therefore, we will use the death of all living beings as a banner, so that the life of the kind Father Nurgle can be revealed." —————————————Strange dividing line———————————————————————— "Why are you here, Mortarion?" "I am the God of Death under the command of the Great Father. Death is the beacon that calls me - but before I harvest your lives, I need to harvest these things with more vigorous vitality first." ————In the Battle of Leviathan, at a certain key battlefield node area, after Robert Guilliman learned that Mortarion had appeared on the battlefield, he rushed to the battlefield as quickly as possible and had a brief conversation with the Demon Primarch. 39. Reality Interlude: Big E’s Request The water is crystal clear and the breeze scatters a pool of sunlight. The air is mixed with the smell of grass and the elegant fragrance of flowers, and it makes people feel relaxed and happy with just one deep breath. The water flowing out of the sculpture makes a tinkling sound, as if playing a soothing piece of music, and the little fish swimming happily in the small canal below add countless vitality to the music - from time to time, one or two leaves will quietly fall into the canal, adding extra sense of life and beauty to this exquisite picture painted by nature and human art - there is no doubt that the person who owns this courtyard not only has wealth, but also taste. .......Well, it's just an oversized glass room on the lawn, and the men in the glass room eating skewers, swinging their arms and throwing dice, which perfectly destroyed the atmosphere of this small garden..... “Huff—inhale—huff—inhale—” Looking at the oversized platform in front of him, which was an apocalyptic-level battlefield filled with chess pieces of various sizes and various exquisite and complex terrains, Liang Feifan, who was holding a skewer in his left hand and a handful of dice in his right hand, concentrated his attention. After taking a few deep breaths, he muttered a few meaningless words in a low voice, and gently loosened his hand, letting the dice fall freely on the chessboard. With a series of clattering sounds, Liang Feifan's dice rolling results were presented to everyone - not too good, but not too bad either. "The units that have passed the hit will be dealt with for damage, and I will be protected and not afraid of pain." Big E, who was drinking Coke, glanced at the dice results of Liang Feifan's shooting phase, put down the Coke bottle in his hand, accurately picked up the required number of dice from the plate at hand, and threw them towards the dice area. After a crackling sound, Liang Feifan's face suddenly fell when he saw the number thrown by Big E. "Big E, your luck...how many times today has your luck been so outrageous?" "No, no, no - according to my observations and statistics, I'm just lucky when it comes to the Imperial faction in the Warhammer game. A few days ago, you guys instigated me to play a 2000-point game with you using the Ork Barbarian pawns. Wasn't the result obvious? I didn't have the ability to fight back at all." He took the dead model off the table with a smile, and mentioned the big E of the game he had been beaten badly in a few days ago, signaling Liang Feifan to continue to the next stage. After eating the string in his hand with force, Liang Feifan picked up the dice again. He just didn't believe that his troops couldn't tear open a hole in Big E's defense line! At least - At least we should eliminate some key units in the offensive direction, right? ————————————————In the Apocalypse of Hammerman and Big E——————————————————————
"Hey - Brother Big E! Under normal circumstances, the expected value of the dice is in the middle area. Your dice seem to follow the big data. However, at the critical moment... your dice have their own ideas! Are those sixes you just threw out something a normal person can do?" After almost three hours of high-intensity Apocalypse, the Hammers and Big E, who had exhausted most of their energy, paused their turn and prepared to continue tomorrow. When a group of people returned to Big E's large living room and threw themselves into the comfortable sofa at Big E's house, Abathur, who was deliberately "targeted" by Big E for some reasons that the Hammers knew because he used Tyranids on the table, was the first to complain - on the first day of the game, his troops had suffered heavy losses under the beating of Big E's Empire Hybrid Pawn Troops. Assuming that he did not adopt conservative tactics in the next occasion, he would be the first player to be swept out by Big E, which was a foregone conclusion! "It's okay. My troops will not choose you as the main attack direction tomorrow - your Tyranid swarm no longer poses a major threat. In addition, low-probability events are only rare, but they do exist." Big E, holding a cup of tea in a very elegant manner, sipped the tea slowly, and said something in a serious tone that made Abathur's mouth twitch - of course, Abathur also knew that what Big E said was true. Although he had quite a few chess pieces on the table, none of them were the kind of units that could pose a major threat. In the next few days, Big E only needed to pay a little attention to the position of his chess pieces and send some mobile troops to chase and intercept them, so that the rest of his troops could only OB on the edge... "So, who are you going to take the initiative to greet tomorrow, Big E? I suggest Liang Feifan, because how can you be miserable if you are not miserable!" Because Big E's main attack direction today was intentionally or unintentionally not to deal with the Empire faction's pawns first, the pawns used this time were a combination of the Oil Man and the Knight. Egg, whose troops were still roughly maintaining their combat effectiveness, immediately started the fanning the flames mode, trying to turn Big E's anger to the next 'despicable alien player'. Naturally, Egg successfully received the 'blessing' from Liang Feifan - not limited to the dice always coming out one, and Egg was not to be outdone, and counterattacked Liang Feifan with a cyber curse - of course, their mutual 'blessings' lasted less than thirty seconds before Big E stretched out his hand to 'suppress' them. "We'll see what happens tomorrow. Actually, everyone, the reason I invited you to play Apocalypse with me is because there's something very important that I want to discuss with you that involves your real life. You all know that I own several medium-sized companies, all of which are doing well, with healthy cash flows and no bad assets. So, if you're willing, would you like to work in my company? I'll sign a long-term contract with you that guarantees benefits, and I'll also arrange for you to do easier work with a higher salary than your current job."