When the great figure appeared before him, Mortarion began to stutter.
I could barely speak.
For ten thousand years, he thought he could be braver when facing that being.
But the body's instinct reminds me to obey.
That was the connection between blood, and he could never get rid of the majesty from his father.
This fallen Primarch, Lord of Death, had become obedient the moment the Emperor appeared.
Even forgot to escape.
"Motarion, my son."
The Emperor came before the Fallen Primarch, his unnatural voice filled with indifference, though his eyes still held some disappointment and anger:
"Why on earth have you become like this?"
In the past, he would never say such a thing.
But under the influence of the Savior, the Emperor of Mankind became more compassionate.
This warmth could disappear at any time when it clashes with the cold divinity.
"Father, I..."
Mortarion choked, tears glistening in his eyes for no apparent reason.
The Fallen Primarch suddenly realized that this was the first time the Emperor had addressed him as son, and not as any other name.
He is asking this of Himself as a Father, not as a ruler.
For a moment, Mortarion didn't know how to answer this question, how to explain his own fall.
The evil energy in his body surged, and illusions of his pre-corruption appeared in his mind.
That was the threat and coercion from the evil god Nurgle.
The Death Guard are suffering terribly.
He was imprisoned alone in Barbarus, struggling in the pain of failure.
The fallen Primarch once again felt the despair and helplessness that no one could save him.
Including the father.
"That's not what I want, nor is it what I would degenerate into..."
Mortarion's face became distorted, his eyes filled with grief and anger, even a hint of hatred: "My descendants are suffering, there is no other way, I can only do this.
No one came to help me, no one, not even you, my hypocritical father!
If you could have..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his words, he was hit in the face by a psychic punch, and the twisted fangs in his mouth flew out.
"coward!"
The Emperor grabbed Mortarion at some point and gave him several blows:
"Is this the reason for your betrayal?
An excuse for 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!"
Mortarion covered his face, looking miserable.
He seemed to be in a sore spot and struggled, transforming into a ball of illusory yellow mist and trying to escape.
But before he could run far, he was stopped.
Looking at the appearance of the Fallen Primarch, the Emperor grew more and more furious, like a volcano about to erupt.
The fierce gathering of divine light was a sign of attack.
The emperor...pulled out his belt!
"No..."
Accompanied by the tremors of space.
Mortarion was continuously attacked by his father's love and let out a terrible cry.
He was in great pain, his corrupted limbs and black devil wings were torn and purified, leaving him covered in wounds.
Guilliman watched this scene with lingering fear.
Anyway, it's still a bit scary to see my brother eating fried bamboo shoots with meat in front of me with his belt broken.
Even if you haven't done anything wrong.
What's more, the father has always been strong, and now he is so powerful that he has almost no power to resist.
He vaguely remembered the scene when Lorgar was forced to kneel before the Emperor.
In fact, if the Emperor had 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.
"Fake... Isn't he imprisoned in the Golden Throne? Why is he here?!"
The Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim seemed terrified and fled desperately, without any of his usual grace.
Even if her makeup was smudged, she didn't dare stop to touch it up.
Even if it was betrayal, the Primarchs did not dare to face the Emperor's majesty, except for the former Warmaster Horus.
As for why Fugen ran so fast?
He knew that if the Emperor or his father saw him in this state, his fate would be even worse than Mortarion's!
Anyway, he slipped away, heading all the way to the palace in the realm of Slaanesh.
It's no longer safe here. I'm afraid even the Lord of Pleasure can't protect himself. The best way is to leave immediately.
ah!!!
Another scream came from Mortarion.
This frightened Fugen so much that he almost cried, feeling a bit like a fox mourning the death of a rabbit.
He ran faster, wishing he had more legs.
Buzz~
Guilliman looked up and found that his father had appeared in front of him at some point, his eyes shining with white light looking at him.
He swallowed and said, "Father?"
The Primarch was trying to figure out if he had done anything wrong. His father wouldn't even hit him, would he?
"sword."
The Emperor's rage seemed to have not subsided, and his voice was filled with anger.
Guilliman subconsciously handed over the holy sword that originally belonged to his father.
Afterwards, he saw the Emperor walking towards the fallen Mortarion, holding the Holy Sword, with a hint of murderous intent.
The Primarch's heart clenched as he tried to say something.
But he remained silent.
As the regent of the empire, he had no standing to intercede for his fallen brother, nor did he have the right to interfere with his father's actions.
Mortarion was so wounded that he could barely stand.
There were traces of divine energy burning all over his body, and all symbols of corruption had been forcibly removed, like a chicken being plucked of its feathers.
Extremely embarrassed.
Now, most of the corrupted evil energy in his body has been purified by holy energy.
This restored a lot of Mortarion's distorted thinking.
The fallen Primarch felt extremely remorseful as he watched the Emperor approaching with a sword in his hand.
"Forgive me..."
Mortarion's voice was barely audible.
He was so exhausted that he could no longer support himself and knelt before the emperor.
The fallen Primarch looked up at his former father, recalled everything in the past, wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again.
He looked like he was ready to be killed.
Perhaps he felt a little regretful and didn't want to continue living as a fallen person.
However, Chaos did not let him go.
boom--
The gates of the Black Fortress opened wide.
The Lord of Plagues was unwilling to lose one of his darlings, nor did he want his hard work to be destroyed.
The corrupting fel energy reached out to the Fallen Primarch, tugging back with all its might, attempting to pull him into the fortress.
There lies the core of the Corrupted Realm, which the Damned cannot yet destroy.
In this way, the Corrupted Primarch could avoid death by the sword of the Accursed.
"No...Father!"
Mortarion felt a surge of extreme fear and cried out subconsciously.
If I enter that door, I will forever be 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 Plague Father's outstretched hand, unleashing even more terrifying energy that burned the corrupted flesh and skin.
Click.
The unnatural hand was cut off.
"The Cursed One!"
The Lord of Plague roared. Before his right hand healed, his left hand was injured again.
The Blood God and the Lord of Change took advantage of this opportunity to grab him, drag him into the depths of the fortress, and beat him up.
It's truly tragic.
But when the Emperor looked over, the depths of the Black Fortress suddenly became quiet again.
Although the cursed cannot come in, they do not want to anger the other party, lest that disgusting existence come to find them.
The Emperor did not travel to the Black Fortress.
He knew that his body could not penetrate into the core of the essence, and it would be even more difficult to deal with the three Chaos Evil Gods at the same time.
Mortarion knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
But I felt inexplicably touched in my heart because my father had just saved me.
Maybe he didn't have the thought of killing himself.
The Emperor had indeed given up on killing the Corrupted Primarch, and there was still a chance that he could be saved.
For humanity, any Primarch is a great help.
It's not just personal force, there's also a huge military force behind it.
He had become a prisoner of the Warp, while the Primarch was able to walk freely in the galaxy and the Warp.
Rationally speaking.
A Primarch who 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 let a fallen Primarch return to the Empire. Perhaps there are other ways to allow him to continue to serve humanity.
The Emperor stared at Mortarion, giving him a warning.
It probably means: You stay here and do your best, otherwise you will suffer the consequences!
The Emperor's figure disappeared, leaving only the Death Lord Mortarion kneeling in repentance.
Even if the threat was gone, he didn't have the courage to run away.
"Father."
Guilliman wanted to say something to the Emperor, but found that he had left in a hurry.
The imperial regent sighed slightly.
Then he turned to look at Mortarion, and the two Primarchs looked at each other.
Next second.
The Imperial Regent struck back with a powerful blow, giving his brother the love he deserved.
…
In the purple mist.
"Fuck, where is the Emperor?!"
Ron panicked.
At this moment, he was tied to the torture device in an explosive posture, and his muscles were full of mighty aura.
All I can say is that the Lord of Pleasure understands bondage.
Not far away, the goddess of life, Aisha, was also restricted in her movements, with tears streaming down her face.
"stop..."
She watched helplessly as the evil god tortured the Savior in front of her, but was powerless to do anything.
When the Lord of Pleasure sensed the arrival of the Cursed, he did not immediately run away.
He was too greedy and tried to bring both the Savior and the Goddess of Life back to his palace.
The being was already halfway there, the mist that symbolized the essence of desire was already escaping the edge of Nurgle's Garden.
As long as you return to your own territory, even the cursed will be unable to do anything to you.
"Your hopes are dashed..."
The Lord of Pleasure's hands passed over the Savior's body, feeling the long-desired body and soul.
He couldn't wait to taste it all.
Bang!
The whip of thorns lashed the Savior's body, leaving scars one after another.
However, all this did not destroy the savior's appearance, but instead gave him a sense of beauty, strength and tragedy.
hiss~
Ron was numb.
He thought the whip attack would be painful, but unexpectedly, not only was it not painful, but it was an extremely sensory enjoyment.
This is even more exciting than being in a fantasy world.
In fact, the whip of the Lord of Pleasure can indeed cause pain and corrosion, but the Savior has long been a two-sided existence, and his soul and dark side are more special.
All the negative energy is absorbed, leaving only pure joy.
After a few whips, not only did he enjoy a wave of pleasure, but his dark power also increased.
Very tonic!
"Hey, why don't you fight?"
Ron looked at the existence in front of him that embodied the charm of the universe and couldn't help swallowing.
But he immediately regained his steely demeanor: "If you don't know, you might think I, the savior, can't bear it. No matter how much torture you endure, I will never yield!"
Seeing the savior suffer for her, Aisha was even more moved and sad.
She started crying again.
This Eldar god has little fighting ability and is not strong enough.
???
The Lord of Pleasure stopped attacking, growing angrier.
He discovered something strange. The Savior seemed to have a stronger endurance than the Original Body and also had some kind of devouring properties.
This resulted in the output of joyful evil energy failing to take effect and was all wasted.
Simply put, he was wrong again, and right in front of me.
What a humiliation!
Fortunately, this devouring characteristic has its limits.
Once the amount of joyful fel energy exceeds that limit, the savior will be completely corrupted and become a true Chaos Chosen.
He will be his strongest servant!
The Lord of Pleasure did not corrupt further to avoid wasting his power.
He stared at the Savior and threatened:
"I know what you're thinking, the redemption you crave won't come, and we'll be back to the realm of pleasure soon.
There you will suffer the torment of all the nymphs of pleasure, and I myself will come and drag you into the abyss."
The Lord of Joy not only has to send out all his generals, but also has to go into battle himself!
This is unacceptable blasphemy for any believer in the Emperor.
Of course, this might be a reward for some Slaanesh believers.
Before they fall, they can experience all the sensory beauty of the world, and any fantasy will come true.
That is an experience that can never be achieved in the real universe.
This is also the terrifying thing about the Lord of Joy.
Even high-ranking nobles or warriors of the empire found it difficult to resist the temptation.
It is even more difficult for ordinary people to refuse.
Just think about it, everything in your hard drive becomes reality and you can control it however you want.
You can enter any dream world, have real senses, and become anyone.
Whether they are aristocrats, artists or other genders.
You can reach the pinnacle of your skill or interest and receive all the rewards you desire.
Moreover, you can immerse yourself in such a realm of joy for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even eternity.
This is the reward given by the Lord of Joy.
All you give is your soul.
As for the pain and suffering, that will come later.
After all, the people of the empire have to endure a lot of pain in reality.
What's more, that painful torture will eventually be distorted and become a kind of enjoyment for the followers of Slaanesh.
It's a hedge.
In other words, the first part is pure happiness, while the second part is pain and happiness.
It's all happiness.
But such temptation has no effect on the Savior.
Because he can cook.
What's more, everything that the Lord of Pleasure provides, he can also 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 breach the edge of Nurgle's Garden, and then the Emperor will be unable to catch up.
He would capture the Lord of Pleasure and bring him to his bedroom, where he would be severely corrupted and tortured.
And the goddess of life will also face a more tragic fate.
"It seems that we have to take a gamble."
Ron's face was solemn. He secretly accumulated strength and prepared to have a fierce fight with the Lord of Joy.
He was not completely defenseless.
His dark side, Diablo, is no pushover either. At least he can punch the Lord of Pleasure 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 just lay down without using the expected dark side energy to transform into chaos.
He has nothing to do here anymore.
The Emperor has arrived, time to come and watch!
Sizzle——
In an instant, the golden giant sword pierced through this area of pleasure, preventing it from escaping.
"don't want!!!"
The Lord of Pleasure's beautiful face distorted and she let out a scream.
At some point, a tall figure in golden armor appeared before him and met his gaze.
The white light in the emperor's eyes almost exploded, and his anger soared to the sky.
The Lord of Pleasure had previously used illusions to humiliate him, causing his anger to reach its maximum.
Without any nonsense, he started from zero frame and punched hard.
This fierce blow blasted the opponent away and completely shattered this area.
Boom.
The Lord of Pleasure revealed his true form, falling into the Garden of Nurgle in the form of a female demon.
"heresy!"
Afterwards, the Emperor followed closely and launched a violent attack.
The clash 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 the goddess of life, Aisha.
He was covered with a robe woven from green plants to avoid being too exposed.
"Awesome!"
Ron looked in the direction of the screams and saw the Emperor punching the Lord of Pleasure and beating him up violently.
The concrete picture is:
The emperor grabbed the Lord of Pleasure by his purple hair, pinned him to the ground and beat him brutally.
Every punch is delivered with full force, leaving the opponent's face completely disfigured!
The Chaos Evil God suffered his third crushing defeat since his birth.
He had been beaten by the Blood God and the Lord of Plague before, but this time was the worst, and his essence was seriously damaged.
The energy released by the battle between the two sides destroyed one area after another in the Garden of Nurgle.
At this moment, the Lord of Joy was very regretful.
Perhaps he shouldn't have humiliated the cursed, shouldn't have been so greedy as to want to take the savior away, and thus missed the opportunity to escape.
Inside the Black Fortress.
The Lord of Plague and the other three gods temporarily ceased fighting.
They began to watch the battle, which was a good opportunity to observe the strength of the cursed one.
The Blood God watched all this quietly, looking very solemn.
He was thinking about himself on the battlefield, could he resist the attacks of the cursed ones?
"What a wonderful scene!"
The Lord of All Changes simply watched the fun, enjoying this unprecedented scene in the future, and felt secretly happy in his heart.
Comfortable.
As He watched the Lord of Pleasure being beaten, His own physical wounds didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.
"Damn the cursed one!"
The Lord of Plague felt heartbroken as he watched the scorching light of the Cursed burning his own garden.
Soon, the Lord of Pleasure gave up part of his essence and fled into the black fortress.
The four Chaos Evil Gods looked at each other and fell silent.
But the next moment.
They became nervous again.
That peerless macho man, the emperor of mankind, cast his gaze over here, his eyes filled with anger and intimidation.
But he didn't come closer.
This made the Lord of Change quite regretful.
If that being dared to enter this core area, they would be able to keep it.
Let the galaxy undergo more dramatic changes.
"This is a warning."
The Emperor looked at the Black Fortress and swung the golden holy sword. The sacred flame condensed like a fire dragon, covering the sky.
His voice was full of menace:
"The Warp and the material world were once in balance, but over time you have destroyed that balance and created suffering.
You must know that the Warp does not belong to you alone, this realm is not real, only will exists, and nothing can overcome my will.
You are not destined to die today, but you will eventually die one day!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of fire stronger than a million suns engulfed the plague garden and continued to expand and spread.
The demons were screaming.
They swarmed out of their hiding places, ran madly, and then fell.
The fire purifies everything!
The Black Fortress shook violently, rubble raining from the roof and steam emanating from the soaked wood of the gate.
But the flames stopped at the door area, making it impossible to enter.
"No, my garden, my garden!"
The Lord of Plague wailed and was about to cry, he was losing his precious power!
He almost lost his mind and wanted to rush out to put out the flames.
But the Blood God and the Lord of Change controlled their excitement and held the victim back: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, Lord of Plague