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"Quick! Contact the Holy Blood Angels communications! Their ship is still there, they should be fine!"
Communication was established amidst the chaos.
"Company Commander Radolon? Where is the angel now? Why isn't she on the communications system?"
"What! The strange creature vanished right before your eyes?"
Oh no, we've been pulled into the space of the Four Gods!
The situation was worse than Casca had imagined.
Chapter 201 Let's go back to Nagle Garden and have something light.
Perseverance.
The flagship of Deathguard.
Since leaving Philus, the ship has been drifting in the warp.
Mortalian did indeed leave with his fleet in a fit of pique, but it seems he didn't get very far before encountering an even bigger problem.
Soon, they were trapped in the increasingly turbulent warp storm.
The once bright starlight vanished completely into this world churning with endless, colorful mist, leaving them only to wait for a brief period of observable time when the storm subsided.
During this period when they were trapped in the warp, Mortalian rarely paid attention to the Legion's movements.
Overwhelmed with grief, he locked himself in his room, attempting to recreate the delicacies he had once tasted from Aqua.
Mortalian attempted to replicate Aqua's previous method one-to-one using the precision of his Primarch—Mortalian was very confident in his results: he believed he could perfectly follow Aqua's steps, timing, and dosage to complete the cooking process without the slightest error!
"Oh!"
With a loud explosion that shouldn't have come from the oven, his imitation of cooking was perfectly completed—not only were all the previous stages exactly the same as Aqua's records, but even the volume of the final explosion was exactly the same!
Excitedly, I opened the oven, which was billowing thick black smoke, and pulled out a baking tray riddled with holes...
On that plate, there seemed to be several shimmering, colorful cookies scattered like stars.
Wow!
Motalian was somewhat excited.
While it seems to fall short of Aqua's masterpiece...
But—it's already very far away from people.
With a trembling heart, Mortalian carefully removed his respirator, twisted the cookie off the tray, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.
Mortalian: "..."
"No."
After silently chewing for half a minute, he finally sighed and said.
Although it is far removed from humankind, if he had never tasted this flavor, he would have jumped for joy.
But Mortalian is now someone who has tasted Aqua's delicacies.
It's all gone... my taste buds can't go back.
It doesn't have the right feel.
It is a kind of wonderful change created by unintentional additions or whimsical ideas that allows her works to instantly produce a variety of unimaginable complex flavors and aesthetics.
But what Mortalian has created so far is still too "dead".
It's too rigid and inflexible, and the taste is extremely stiff, completely lacking the lively flavor variations that Aqua makes!
It may sound like there's not much difference, but to his taste buds, that slight difference is enough to instantly elevate the entire meal, achieving a strange dynamic balance!
What Mortalian made was completely inferior to what the other made!
But she died.
Although it was hard to admit, it was clear that the dead could not be brought back to life, and Mortalian would never taste that wonderful flavor again.
"My lord, I have something to report to you."
"Perhaps seeing that Mortalian had finally finished his intensive cooking," Typhon said, standing at his door.
After entering the warp, Mortalian devoted himself to figuring out how to successfully replicate Aqua's deliciousness.
As for the internal affairs of the Legion, Mortalian entrusted them to the Legion's commander, who was also his most trusted deputy, Company Commander Typhon.
"Speak, what is it?"
“It’s all the navigators,” Typhon continued. “According to the information I’ve just received, all the navigators in our fleet have been strangely contaminated.”
"It's not because the subspace storm is too violent, but because their souls are corrupted and they are unable to complete the observation."
“Not only could we not observe the subtle changes in the subspace, but this contamination could also spread to other members, therefore… I executed them.”
Company Commander Typhon acted first and reported later.
"what?!"
"Are you insane, Typhon?!" Mortalian lunged forward, grabbing Typhon's chest armor plate in a rage. "All the navigators are dead! How are we supposed to get out of here?!"
Without a navigator, who can lead the fleet out of subspace?
Now that all the navigators are dead, are they destined to drift in this bizarre space for the rest of their lives?
"Yes."
Typhon showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, he smiled as he looked at the furious Mortalian.
"Summon the high-ranking officers of the Death Guard and have them come to the main bridge to see me."
Seeing this turn of events, Mortalian sensed something was wrong, but he remained calm and directed the entire fleet through the communication array to prevent them from panicking.
"Death Guard! Take this idiot away! Lock him in a cell and I'll interrogate him personally after the meeting."
He couldn't figure it out.
Typhon, who was originally a normal person and was able to manage all the affairs of the Legion in an orderly manner, why did he suddenly go crazy today and want to kill all the navigators?
Despite his foolish act that could have wiped out the entire legion, Mortalian, who was very fond of him, still did not kill him on the spot.
After all... he's Typhon.
However, now that they have lost their navigator, their situation is dangerous—in this isolated subspace, no one can help them.
Their only hope is that the Star Speakers can relay their situation and coordinates, allowing them to await rescue from other fleets.
"No! No... Mortalian, there's no need for that."
Typhon retorted.
"You will soon be embraced by the great and loving Father."
......
"What?! What's wrong with you, Typhon?"
Mortalian warily raised the giant scythe he called "Annihilation" in his hand.
Since today, Typhon has been acting strangely, as if possessed by something.
"What corrupted you? Those warp creatures? Or that benevolent father you speak of?"
Mortalian frowned.
Clearly... clearly I am the genetic father of the Death Guard, he should call me Father!
"pollute.......?"
"Motalian, don't you know what you've done to your legions?"
Typhon said righteously.
And seemingly to verify the correctness of his statement, a large portion of the Death Guards who gathered with the signal sided with Typhon.
There were far more Death Guards than the Primarch Mortalian stood behind him.
Moreover, it seems they are genuinely glaring angrily at the Primarch.
......
If the story follows the original plot, after successfully luring Mortalian into the Warp, Typhon, who had already secretly converted to Nurgle, could then spread Nurgle's evil magic within the Legion—releasing plague gas and Nurgle sores that even the most resilient Deathguards could not tolerate.
Within this warp realm completely controlled by Nurgle, the enemy has ample time to make Mortalian watch his offspring suffer a fate worse than death, while he is powerless to help them.
Unless he chooses to join Nurgle and accepts the blessing from the plague god,
But now, Typhon doesn't need to unleash any Nurgle plague.
Because the Death Guard is already worse than death.
"What...what do you mean by this?"
"Motalian! Your atrocities in the Legion will end today!"
As a Death Guardian, Mortalian would feed them Aqua Duna's food equally, under the pretext of training their resilience!
In Nagle, all you need to do is eat Shi!
But if you're here, under Mortalian's command, you'll have to eat things that are worse than history with him!
God!
Under such unbearable torment, many Death Guard brothers obtained Nurgle's blessing from Typhon through secret warrior societies.
Only this kind of subspace magic can alleviate their suffering.
...Let's go back to Nagou and have something light.
Because Nurgle's blessing had such a great effect on people's resistance to food, this belief in the evil god had long since infiltrated the entire Legion.
As discontent with Primarch Mortalian spread, it gradually reached almost all Death Guards.
They thought that after the meeting, Aqua would leave with the Primarch fleet of the Iron Hand, and they would finally no longer have to try things that were far beyond human taste—but Primarch Mortalian seemed completely unaware that what the other party had made was wrong. Not only did he not stay away, but he even took the initiative to invite them to join the Deathguard Legion!
This terrified everyone who was holding their ground.
The torment they endured in such a short time was already unbearable for many of their Death Guard brothers... What if Aqua were to forever remain with the Death Guard legion...?
!
The consequences... the consequences are simply unimaginable!
Rather than suffer in this Deathguard camp, I'd rather go back to Nurgle and have something light!
They had all breathed a sigh of relief when they learned of Aqua's death in battle.
Thank goodness I died.
Otherwise, if their legion really came, they would be the ones to die.
But Mortalian... not only did he not give up his idea of making sure the entire legion ate Aqua's meal because of Aqua's death, he became even more paranoid and insane because of it!
Through continuous experiments and attempts, he gradually moved further and further away from humanity and closer and closer to Aqua!
Even with a lower concentration, Mortalian's remixed recipe can still make you wish you were dead!
"Brother, we, we cannot allow your madness to continue!"
As the Death Guardian, it seems we have no choice but to defeat you, really.
Typhon shouted righteously and sternly.
At this point, he does seem to be in the more reasonable position.
"Now, either accept the blessings of our great and loving Father like we do, or..."
"No, Mortalian, you have no other option."
.......
The beings from the highest heavens were watching all of this with delight.
Although the trope of a loving father and filial son is somewhat clichéd, it's something He never tires of watching.
Now that the entire fleet has been dragged into His domain, corrupting Mortalian will not be difficult...
"You bunch of traitors!"