Chapter 429 Mortarion: I have a bad feeling...
The Warp, Garden of Nurgle.
Giant flies were flying around, and the hot and humid air caused the expanding life to ooze out thick liquid.
Beasts of Nurgle lay on the ground with their tongues lolling, while Nurglings teased them boisterously.
Every once in a while, joyous music would sound, triggering more revelry.
That is the music of reporting victory.
"Father, we have more plagues!"
"Victory, and more victory!"
The Plague Herald held his head high, his tattered belly swaying, and a resounding roar was squeezed out of his swollen throat:
"Ah, my father's darling, Mortarion, the master of summoning plagues, has destroyed another 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 expanding rapidly.
The great and kind father's planning and waiting for countless centuries finally produced the most corrupt and smelly fruit.
These days, there has been constant revelry in the Garden of Nurgle, and all the rotten life agrees that they are about to usher in the best times.
Nurgle's fatherly love will spread throughout the galaxy!
The Lord of Plague was in a good mood. He squeezed out of the dark house with his huge body and walked briskly.
Now more and more good news came back, the favorites had seized more land, and their power was further strengthened.
Of course, there were some failed battles, such as the war in the Savior's territory.
All the corrupted network node machines in the Savior's territory were dismantled, and several Nurgle armies were lost.
But that was harmless to the entire plague war.
The real main battlefield of this war is Ultramar. The elite main forces of Nurgle's army are basically there. As long as they can capture the pearl of the empire.
You will receive unimaginably rich rewards and become the most powerful Chaos God!
When the Lord of Plague thought of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, leaving a trail of vile pus on the ground with every step he took.
That was a horrific residue that was enough to poison an entire planet.
"Rejoice, children, embrace all decay and decline!"
This being went on, encouraging the revelry darlings and bestowing more plague blessings, some of which spread to the galaxy, causing more disasters.
Not long after.
He arrived at the entrance of a verdant garden.
The garden became more and more lush and green, emitting extremely pure life energy and reflecting the mood of the garden owner.
Elsa, the goddess of life, is also in a happy and wonderful mood.
Boom——
The Lord of Plague stopped and did not step into the garden rashly, for fear that he would corrode the flowers and plants and make the goddess sad.
She is so sentimental and rarely cheerful.
This being looked at the Goddess of Life sitting on the vine swing, and forced a smile on his ugly giant face, but the smile was immediately covered by the poisonous yellow mist that gushed out of his mouth.
No one could see His true expression.
At this moment, the goddess of life, Aisha, curled up the corners of her mouth and looked into the void in the distance, as if she was missing something?
"Um?"
The Lord of Plague frowned slightly, sensing a hint of abnormality.
He rarely saw the Goddess of Life with such an expression, at least not in the past ten thousand years. This change only occurred recently.
What exactly is the other party expecting?
He pondered over this matter, but got no results, no clues at all.
"ah!"
Suddenly, the being's thoughts were interrupted by a tiny groan.
It was a plump Nurgling that had crawled onto His head.
Perhaps influenced by the pure breath of life in the emerald green garden, it lay uncomfortably on the head of the Lord of Plague, completely unwilling to move.
"Poor little fellow."
The Lord of Plague shook his head and withdrew from the influence range of the Green Garden. Then he put a trace of poisonous liquid on his fingertips and brought it to the other party.
For Nurglings, these corrupt and highly toxic liquids are the best growth materials and delicious snacks.
Sure enough, after smelling the poisonous liquid, the Nurgling suddenly became alert and absorbed the drop of liquid while screaming.
Afterwards, it seemed to be full, and lay down again, continuing to sleep on its owner's head.
The Lord of Plague didn't care much about this and turned back to the black house.
For some reason, he felt a little uneasy, perhaps the progress of this plague war was going to be accelerated.
The Plague Lord's appetite grew, eager to corrupt the souls of billions of humans and then spread more plagues.
Amidst his terrifying, endlessly powerful staggering back, the Nurgling on his head grew larger after absorbing the poison, almost covering the master's head.
Afterwards, the Nurgling evolved further and its skin color became darker.
It...is green.
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The Death Guard flagship - the Endurance.
This hideous and corrupt giant warship floats somewhere in the unknown void, and the germs it emits alone corrode the surrounding environment.
You can still faintly hear the sound of bells coming from the clock room on the Endurance.
The location of Death Lord Mortarion's Clock Room is unpredictable, often in the Demon Temple on Plague Star, in a corrupted hive, or in the Garden of Nurgle in the Warp.
In more recent years, it has been stationed aboard the Endurance.
Deep in the clock room, the fungal abyss.
Breathing heavily, Mortarion used his sickle to ring the bell, performing some kind of summoning ritual.
Along with the sound of clock gears, black mycelium spread like a living thing, and one plague darling after another was summoned here by the Lord of Death.
The phantoms of chaotic beings such as Ku'gath, Karama, and the Great Plague appeared one after another.
The last one to show up was Typhus, Lord of the Doomflies, Chosen of Nurgle, and former Captain of the Death Guard.
"What do you want from me?"
Typhus crossed his arms across his chest, the long horn on his head pointed skyward, and the fly nest behind him was buzzing, emitting a thick miasma.
This being held his head high, and showed no courtesy to his genetic father, Mortarion, as if to say, "I am your father."
Typhus is pretentious.
It was I who brought the Death Guard to the throne of Nurgle's benevolent father. I should be the one who is favored, not the cowardly Gene Father!
This was unfair treatment. He failed to obtain the expected reward and was promoted to a true demon.
Even after ten thousand years, he still feels bad about it.
Now the news brought by the demon herald made the Lord of the Flies even more furious.
He was attacking a space fortress in Ultramar when the forerunner of Nurgle's father ordered him to retreat and cooperate with Mortarion's actions.
To win the war faster.
"You shouldn't contradict me."
Mortarion leaned on his scythe, his dark eyes fixed on his rebellious gene offspring: "Everyone knows that it is not enough to ravage Ultramar with plague and sword.
What's more, that was the order of my loving father. I am the real favored one, the leader of this war…"
The Lord of Death was somewhat helpless against this offspring who was competing with him for favor.
"Leader, have you forgotten that you have ascended to a demon?!"
Typhus spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and sneered, "Motarion, I hope you can survive the burning sword of the Regent, and not be like ten thousand years ago..."
"Typhus!"
Mortarion shouted in a deep voice, his patience almost reaching its limit.
In the rage of the Death Lord, the black mycelium twisted into an even more terrifying shape, as if it was about to launch an attack in the next second.
Tyvers snorted coldly and did not continue to provoke.
He was not afraid of his genetic father, but he did not want to disobey the orders of Nurgle's kind father and lose the sevenfold grace he promised.
The Lord of the Flies has decided to seek more victories in this war to completely overshadow Mortarion's glory.
During the argument between the two, the Fungal Abyss was silent, and other beings were unwilling to get involved in the dispute.
"Ah, let me tell you some good news..."
After a few seconds of silence.
Kugath, the first favored one, finally spoke, his sorrowful voice revealing joy: "That bastard Sithiras is dead, and his body is not left.
The Savior killed him.
That means the battle plan in the south has completely failed, and the Father will pay more attention to us."
In reality, the war between Ultramar and the Saviour Realm was led by different Nurgle factions and was essentially a competition between them.
They are vying for favor.
Although Ultramar is the core battlefield.
But if Sithiras can really conquer a large number of the Savior's territories with his meager resources, the war resources of Nurgle's benevolent father will inevitably tilt towards that side.
This leads to more pressure here.
However, what was unexpected was that the vanguard war there suffered a crushing defeat at the very beginning, and the corrupt network collapsed, with no possibility of continuing.
In this way, all eyes will be turned on them by Father Nurgle, who will give them his unconditional support.
"That's not necessarily a good thing."
Mortarion frowned upon hearing this. "Now that the Savior's territory has resisted the invasion, it is very likely that they will support Ultramar. Perhaps we will face more pressure."
"The two Primarchs."
Typhus's eyes were filled with fighting spirit: "Once they all die in Ultramar, we will gain more glory, and the savior will be handed over to me!"
He had never killed a real Primarch.
He had no respect for the Primarchs, nor did he feel inferior to them. Moreover, he had once designed to put a Primarch, his genetic father, into a desperate situation.
Now that I have become stronger, perhaps I can do it.
What a wonderful achievement and honor it would be to kill a former brother of Mortarion?
Typhus turned to Kugath and said, "When will your mysterious plague be cured? I need a portion to poison the Savior!"
"Oh no, dear father..."
Kugashi was suddenly urged to work on his schedule, and he became even more sad:
"The plague material is ready, but I need a planet as a location, and it will take some time to complete the greatest plague work ever."
He scratched the back of his head and pulled off a large piece of rotten skin: "It's called the Divine Plague, a terrible virus that can kill gods. Although it's a bit exaggerated, as long as there are enough of them, it can be effective.
In any case, the Divine Plague is more than enough to kill a Primarch..."
Kugath's confident words brightened the eyes of the Chaos Beings present and filled them with anticipation.
Typhus ordered a dose of poison, just like ordering the life of the savior: "I await the arrival of your divine plague, the first favored one."
Mortarion had no objection.
He really needed Typhus to hold the Savior back so that he could deal with his former brother, Regent Guilliman, without any worries.
Make them sink into eternal damnation with no possibility of resurrection.
"Oh, I almost forgot an important material."
Kugath suddenly thought of something and added, "Blood, I need blood. The final step of the Divine Plague requires the blood of both Primarchs.
It is not an easy task to obtain their blood..."
He became increasingly frustrated as he spoke: "To be honest, I am not very optimistic about the outcome of this war. It's not just because of the Primarch, but also because of the Cursed One."
As he spoke, Ku'gath's body trembled slightly, as did the Great Plague, Karama and other Nurgle demons.
The First Favored One groaned, "I always tend to be pessimistic, but this time things seem a little beyond our expectations. The saints of the Cursed One and his undead legions are active among the stars, and that person's power is gathering..."
In this war in Ultramar and the surrounding galaxies, there were many traces of Saints' activities.
Those guys can even turn plague into harmless water.
when!
Mortarion used the giant sickle called "Nirvana" to strike the clock, attracting everyone's attention and interrupting the First Favored One.
"Everyone, the Corpse King is already a useless zombie. Perhaps the zombie has started moving again, but it will not help."
He raised his voice without much worry:
"He fell into the abyss at the height of his power, and it was ten thousand years too late. There was nothing he could do.
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 the souls within.
Before that, we must seize more territories for our master so that we can gain more advantages in this feast.
We need Ultramar!"
The Chaos beings listened quietly, their worries gradually decreasing. They had no objection to the fact that the Warp would end and devour the galaxy.
All Chaos Daemons think so.
"The key to this war is my brother, Regent Guilliman. He must die at the appointed place and time in order to drag all of Ultramar into the Father's domain."
Mortarion explained his plan: "Numbers are everything. Everything must be done in the prescribed order. We need to capture Yax, the seventh planet of Ultramar, and bring down seven plagues there.
And it will become the breeding ground for the divine plague.
This depends on whether Ultramar and the seven hundred surrounding worlds will fall into our hands."
"Ah, I still have to move that cauldron. Can't we pick a place closer?"
Kugath grumbled softly.
Mortarion gave Ku'gath a warning look. "Do you disagree with this plan?"
Kugath forced a smile and said something against his will: "No, no, no, of course I agree. I love working, especially this job. I will stay in front of the cauldron until the plague of God descends upon this world!"
Mortarion nodded and did not pursue the matter, as he knew the character of this first favored person.
That guy will definitely do everything he can to concoct the divine plague to make up for his guilt towards his loving father.
The Death Lord continued, "The corrupted network in and around Yax is already poised for unleashing its might. The Plaguebringer has infiltrated it, waiting for us to open a passage."
He looked up at the Great Demon of Nurgle, Karama: "You are responsible for activating the corruption machine and opening the passage, while Ku'gath will lead the plague ship into that world.
It will completely turn into a major epidemic star."
"I will complete the assigned mission."
The taciturn Great Daemon of Nurgle, named Karama, nodded. "All who stand in our way will be destroyed, without exception."
This being is qualified to say this.
Because he is the second of the Lost, the fifth of Nurgle's favorites, the Undead, the Dragon of Corruption, and can see the laws of time.
His strength is not inferior to anyone here, and he is not afraid even of Regent Guilliman.
It's more than enough to just capture a planet.
Afterwards, Mortarion arranged a battle plan for 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 Father's plan.
As for Typhus, he didn't say much.
The gene-child would be free to deal with the Primarch of Hope and his armies.
After the discussion was completed, the black mycelium faded away, and the incarnations of chaotic existence also dispersed and returned to the areas they were responsible for.
Buzz~
A giant plague fly flew back and delivered the latest news from the battlefield.
"The Legion of Terror..."
Mortarion crushed the giant fly and absorbed its soul information, frowning: "When did this force emerge, and even have 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.
When he finished reading all the information, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The size of the Legion of Terror was not very large, less than 10,000 people, not enough to cause much impact.
Perhaps they are just a group of war gangs that pretend to be gods, and even the gods they worship are unknown.
Afterwards, Morataan received more information that the shadow of the Khorne demon seemed to be 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 the feeling was fleeting.
He was a little surprised and doubtful: "Perhaps, this is just an illusion."
After all, Khorne demons are everywhere, and the Tyranids only have traces of them, but no signs of them heading to Ultramar have been found.
The situation of this war is still under his control, and the Regent and some important passages in Ultramar are also under his surveillance.
To be cautious, Mortarion ordered the army to expand the scope of reconnaissance and use sacred number witchcraft for divination.
Fortunately, nothing unusual happened, and there were no clues that were unfavorable to me.
That was a perfect divination result.
"Guilliman, perhaps we will soon be facing the final decisive battle!"
The Death Lord felt a little relieved and put away the divination instruments. He struck the clock that imprisoned his adoptive father's soul, causing him more pain.
His eyes held a hint of hatred, and his tone was gloomy: "And Corpse Emperor, my good father, you will watch helplessly as the empire you created falls into destruction!"
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Ultramar sub-sector, Yax.
This former agricultural planet underwent emergency transformation and became a hospital world. Almost all infected people in the war were sent here for centralized treatment.
In this way, the risk of plague can be concentrated, and if a major crisis occurs, it can be resolved quickly.
The battleship loaded with a dozen whirlwind torpedoes was on standby in orbit at all times. The extermination order had been signed in advance, and it could turn all plague carriers into ashes at any time.
This is the empire's style of doing things and its efficiency.
Simple and crude.
Of course, this is just the last line of defense.
With initial assistance from the Savior Territory, the planet underwent further transformations and certain core facilities were secretly built.
That's top secret information.
All participants must be regularly inspected, must not leave the work area, and must not utter any related words.
Otherwise there will be judgment!
Today, the planet's airport is extremely busy, with batches of ships coming in from afar. After undergoing several disinfection procedures in orbit, they land in various isolation areas on the ground.
Whoosh——
After being disinfected, the dilapidated shuttle landed in a heavily guarded isolation area.
Afterwards, a tall figure wrapped in a tattered robe walked down the gangway, his heavy footsteps foreshadowing his extraordinary status.
"You're finally here, my brother!"
As soon as the being landed and lifted up his hood, another figure in azure armor came up and gave him a warm hug.
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
Ron also smiled after taking off his hood. He found that his brother had become much more haggard after all these years.
At this moment, the two Primarchs, the future hope of the Empire, came to Yax secretly for a meeting.
This is an extremely important meeting that will affect the upcoming war and even the situation in the subspace.
Ron looked at the Regent and said in a gentle and persuasive tone:
"Lao Ji, do you want to do something big with me?"