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Enraged, Mortalian was astonished that so many of his sons had chosen to betray him. With a swift motion, he swung his scythe at Typhon, the leader of the group.
He simply couldn't accept that his own legion would choose to betray him.
It's not just betrayal, it's a betrayal that firmly stands on Typhon's side!
Is his prestige within the legion really less than that of his company commander, Typhon?
His doubts exploded in his mind, but still no one could answer them.
As Mortalian swung his giant scythe, Typhon's body instantly exploded, as if a filthy boil had been punctured. After the explosion sprayed thick green pus in all directions of the warship, their bodies completely shattered and liquefied.
Where he was before the explosion, only a swarm of mosquitoes and flies remained, outlining his silhouette.
Typhon transformed into a swarm of putrid flies, which, under the Primarch's bewildered gaze, reassembled into Typhon's appearance.
But Mortalian could sense that he was very different from Typhon of the past.
......
The Primarch's wrath continues.
With each swing of his giant scythe, he could completely sever the bodies of dozens of traitorous death guards.
But seemingly to make him feel utter despair, under Nurgle's blessing, those whose bodies were severed did not die. Instead, every inch of flesh and blood in their bodies—no, it should be rotting flesh—would turn into countless pieces that stuck to every corner.
It continued to grow and thrive on the walls and floors of the Resilience's cabins.
Until the entire ship had transformed into a terrifying, living monster.
It was not only devouring him, but also devouring every Death Guard here who remained loyal to Mortalian.
As the plague and sores gnawed at him, those who remained on Mortalian's side, lacking the filter of perception and still able to feel pain, cried out in agony and despair, causing Mortalian even greater heartache.
"What...what kind of monsters have you all turned into?"
Motalian did not give up.
Or rather, he doesn't yet.
[Am I destined to become such a hideous form...? No, that's too terrifying.]
But if it could save those suffering offspring...
But he had begun to waver.
This is the moment!
In the instant that Mortalian was lost and confused, a massive blessing from Nurgle was instantly bestowed upon him!
.......
Originally, Nurgle planned to have enough time and power to corrupt Mortalian completely.
Unfortunately, it didn't happen this time.
Because the Dark Gods needed to maintain the warp storms, continuously deploy forces in the Webpath Wars, consider the candidate for the Blessed One who would ultimately stand against the Emperor, and especially because enticing Horus and the angels required the combined efforts of the Dark Gods...
Nurgle's power was extremely dispersed, so even though Mortarion was the Primarch He had always wanted, He now had to forcibly bestow the Blessing upon him, directly completing his ascension—
hiss......
But things don't seem to be going in the direction Nurgle expected.
Even with His own intervention, everything about Mortalian remained unaffected by this almost irresistible power.
It is a body that has been tempered by even greater power and more potent toxins... The so-called Blessing of the Evil has long since developed an extremely terrifying antibody ability through this long-term and massive continuous intake.
Mortalian's body had long been immune to all of the Nurgle poison through long-term training!
He's not even afraid of Aqua's food, so why would he be afraid of your poison, Nege?
.......
"this......"
This is really awkward.
Nurgle doesn't have the time or the extra power to unleash another blessing of this scale.
The situation is urgent. Before the cursed ones officially transform into the Lord of Darkness, they must be constantly vigilant and not misuse their blessing powers.
Mortalian seems to have truly defeated Nurgle through training?
“Great Father! Abandon him, I will lead the Death Guard as its true commander!” Typhon, now known as Typhons, shouted to the sky. “I will prove my ability to you; in my hands, the Death Guard will prosper!”
"We will spread your blessings to every corner of the universe. There's no need to waste any more power on this pathetic fellow, my lord!"
Typhon's proposal seems
Mortalian may be a nice collectible, but the entire Deathguard Legion is what Nurgle desires most.
It would be best to get Mortalian, but if that's not possible...
Having a true legion commander like Typhon is already quite good.
"you!"
What are you even talking about...?
Mortalian struggled to his feet, staring at Typhon with disbelief.
After receiving the blessing of Nurgle's initiation, he temporarily lost his fighting ability.
Typhons looked at his Primarch with a solemn expression.
The reason they can kill Mortalians so easily now is because of the blessing of the Father.
If the great and merciful Father were to divert his attention, without his blessing, they would simply be annihilated by the enraged Mortalian.
Now, you can't persuade Mortalian to join, and you can't defeat him in battle either...
There's no point in keeping it.
What a good-for-nothing!
Frustrated and disappointed, Typhon chose a third option, aside from killing and persuading Typhon to surrender.
"Get out!"
Snapped!
As the true commander of the Death Guard spoke, the hatch behind him opened like a living sphincter, and the Mortalian was swept out of the ship in the next instant.
— He was kicked out of the subspace.
As the champion warrior of the Deathguard, Mortalian's combat power is arguably the strongest among the many Space Marine captains, but even his personal strength cannot defy the power of the world's laws.
......
The Fourteenth Legion of the Great Expedition, the Death Guard, under the leadership of Legion Commander Typhons, has mutinied and withdrawn from the Great Expedition today.
As for Primarch Mortalian... he was lost in the Warp.
—It's not that they betrayed us, it's that nobody wanted them.
......
The Sighnas Galaxy.
"An angel?! Saint Gilles!"
Kasgar kept calling out the Primarch's name on the planet.
Not long ago, the Primarch was on the planet's surface, vanishing from the world the instant he killed the bloodthirsty madman, Kabanhar.
Although the Blood Angels desperately wanted to abandon everything and search the world for their mother, another demon, the Great Guardian [Twisted One Keris], was teleporting onto their flagship, the Red Tear, and wreaking havoc. They had to return to defend the flagship.
Thus, only a small number of people were assigned to search for clues about the angels on the planet's surface, while the majority of the Blood Angels returned to defend the flagship and fought a final battle against that damned demon.
This includes the Imperial Sons fleet that rushed to the rescue.
Fugrim had just led the Emperor's elite troops on a shuttle to the Red Tear to kill the Great Guardian Demon.
A being of the Archdemon level is indeed only capable of being killed by elite Space Marines and Primarchs like Ladoron.
Meanwhile, Casca led another Imperial Prince squad to the planet's surface in search of the angels.
"Follow my flames."
As Kasgar spoke, tiny golden flames ignited in his eyes and on his right hand.
With demons flying everywhere, the Nicaea ban is now as useless as toilet paper.
Saint Gilles couldn't have simply vanished into thin air; she must have been in the midst of battle, especially when she was dragged into a strange space the moment she killed Cabanha.
"There it is!"
Not far from where the angel disappeared, the flame in Casca's hand sensed that unusual fluctuation.
Bear!
Flames swept across, burning away everything that covered and concealed its power, causing the gray-black void to swirl and contract. In the center of the field of vision, a star seemed to twinkle, and as its starlight bloomed, a warp portal unfolded.
Kasgar could sense that this portal was connected to the Primarch Sangilius, whom she was currently searching for.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a strong aura of the Four Gods.
"You all wait outside first. If Fugrim arrives, tell her not to rush in. I can handle it."
It exudes an extremely dense chaotic aura. Unless one is protected by flames like Kaska, or an extremely determined person like an angel, one's mind will be twisted and destroyed the moment one enters.
.......
Inside the portal, darkness reigned.
Only one thing exists.
That is--
Casca could hardly believe his eyes.
A...butt?
To be precise, it was the lower half of the body that was stuck in a subspace rift.
It was covered by a complete and heavy golden armor skirt, while the golden boots below were still struggling and kicking haphazardly in the other half of the warp rift.
She seems to be... stuck?
And this skirt armor inlaid with rubies and gleaming gold... and those familiar gleaming gold combat boots...
"Saint-Gilles...?"
"Casca? Is that you? I... I'm in a bit of a strange situation right now, can you help me?"
Saint Gilles spoke in a tone that was different from his usual gentle, hesitant manner.
Brother—in the law, I am Stark!
"Wait, I'm coming to help—"
Cass quickened his pace and stepped forward, but just then, a strange phenomenon occurred in the portal behind him.
The portal was expanding. Countless shadows appeared within the light, and unclean shapes entered it along the ethereal light, where they would soon gain bodies that could walk in the real world.
That was a figure that Casca was extremely familiar with.
Kabanha.
Of course, it's that one again.
The previous enticements and feigned defeat were merely traps to lure Saint Gilles into the Four Gods Space; it was not actually killed on the spot.
He looked at Saint Gilles, who was stuck halfway in the wall, with a greedy look that should never have been given to a demon like Khorne.
"Hehe... Angel... Your condition does seem to be quite bad?"
"Would you like me to help you out?"
He roared with laughter.
Casca: "......"
—Kabanha, are you really a bloodthirsty maniac?
Chapter 202 The Khorne Laughing Tale: The Back-Prickling