Mortarion awoke in a swoon of despair.
No surprise.
Mortarion thought numbly as he sat up from the ruins, rubble falling from his body.
In his blurred vision, he saw a huge, vibrant forest. He was in a clearing in a dense forest, and he saw those entities flying in the forest.
But the good news is that none of them will survive for the time being.
Mortarion urgently checked his current status.
Wet blood flowed from his forehead, and he felt a slight sense of suffocation. The gas mask Mortarion wore was hit by the fragments of the phosphorus bomb and was of no use.
Unable to be repaired, the Lord of Death decisively took off the gas mask. The sharp fragment that penetrated the mask even penetrated his face, and a clearly visible blood streak passed through the corner of his mouth.
He took off his mask, and the strong smell immediately hit his nose.
Mortarion took out the bandage, pulled out a few bottles from the unbroken bottles on his waist, poured them on the bandage, and then wrapped the bandage around his mouth and nose.
It only took a few seconds from the time he took off the mask to re-protection, but the fishy smell had already made the wound around Mortarion's mouth look abnormally shiny.
Mortarion just hoped that no bugs would grow on this wound in the future - which meant that he would have to be exposed to poison gas again to treat the wound.
His vision had returned, and he gripped his scythe. Mortarion looked down and saw that he was in a broken altar.
The dark altar cracked and pus leaked out. Seven corpses slumped on the altar, and the rubble of Macragge's hospital was scattered on it.
This is obviously not Macragge.
Mortarion thought, and this is a teleportation circle.
He was transported to a ghostly place, and Mortarion sincerely hoped that this place was not the Warp - it probably wasn't, because the Veil was not yet so weak at the time.
So...from the beginning, the enemy's plan was to teleport him away and get him out of his death guard.
Instead of attacking Macragge.
The enemy is targeting him.
Mortarion wanted to take a deep breath to suppress his roiling emotions, but his instincts stopped him, and the habit he had developed on Barbarus taught him not to breathe as much as possible.
His breathing was shallow and slow, like someone who was dying and falling into a deep coma.
There was a noise in the forest, the damp rain air drifted,
Mortarion tightened his grip on his scythe, and the blade flashed with cold light. He stared at the end, bowed slightly, and was ready to harvest at any time.
Mortarion swore that it was the most blasphemous existence he had ever seen, the most disgusting existence he had ever seen.
The bloated body slowly walked out. The whole body looked like a giant that had been soaked in water for a long time. The skin was a light rotten green. Its abdomen had a mouth so huge that it could swallow three mortals. It had rotten yellow teeth. With.
The Generous One, Rotigus Rainfather.
It bowed comically, as if wanting to respect Mortarion,
"We look forward to your return,"
"It's all here for you, ready to take advantage of,"
"䱱——"
Light smoke floated from the pistol in Mortarion's hand, and the Lord of Death looked at Father Rain with a blood flower blooming on his belly expressionlessly.
Mortarion wondered whether he should step forward to fight him in close combat, or wait and see what happened - even though he had overwhelming hatred and fighting spirit,
But the thought of fighting a pile of vomit that could explode at any moment slowed Mortarion's movements.
"All right,"
Father Rain finally gave up on its seven-character opening, and the gap in the devil's belly quickly opened up, and it no longer looked injured in an instant.
"It's time for you to return to a family that loves you, Mortarion."
The big demon said sadly, even squeezing out two drops of pus tears from its mung bean-sized eyes.
The demon's greasy words licked him, and Mortarion felt goosebumps rising on his skin. What was that bastard talking about? Mortarion didn't understand a word.
"Everyone in the garden misses you so much. You would have been a good child for Him - it's not too late to come back now."
Rainfather said slowly, it didn't like these words. This was supposed to be said by Kugas, the Plague Father. The Plague Father and Mortarion had a good compatibility, while Rain Father favored Karas.
But now... Karas, whom it personally gave wings to, has deviated from the track, and the Plague Father...
Father Yu shuddered without a trace, and the fat on his body swayed in circles.
It doesn't know whether any unlucky guy is still "alive". The father of plague may have already——
Even just thinking about this matter, Father Yu felt a chill. It was ridiculous, so ridiculous. When would the concept of [death] come to the devil?
It's dead!
In that monster's realm, it's dead!
And this is not [death] controlled by the loving father, it cannot be called——
Even if Father Rain's consciousness is suspended, he shouldn't think too much. Father Plague will reappear - the loving father will reunite the concept of "Plague" and give it new life.
Now, the concepts of [Plague] and [Disease] are temporarily vacant. They can use it through nearby concepts, but they do not own it.
Some of the concepts that the loving father originally controlled have also become vacant.
The Father was reuniting them, which resulted in a loss of energy, so that He could only look at one.
His favorite child, Mortarion.
Father Rain realized that it was still talking to him, so it forced a smile on its face, trying to make Mortarion realize that this was a warm and harmonious family.
Mortarion stared at Father Rain silently, thinking that no matter how hard he fought, the demon's bodily fluids would splash on him.
With the armor slightly damaged, this was the last thing Mortarion wanted to see.
Mortarion was silent. He felt the scar at the corner of his mouth itching. Now he was alone on an entire enemy planet.
First of all, he couldn't surrender. Surrender meant being corrupted and the outcome he saw that day.
Secondly, he cannot die. Death also means surrender. His soul is detained in this subspace and becomes a permanent slave of the enemy.
Finally, he must resist his enemies and harm them as much as possible while satisfying the first two points.
Mortarion is a pessimist. He does not think that anyone will come to save him at this moment. Neither Angron nor Guilliman is the person who can solve such a situation.
And the empire's true anti-psionic expert... Mortarion smiled bitterly without leaving any trace.
He can probably think of what Hades faced in the end - but Hades is still alive, otherwise Pluto would not -
【no way,】
The hoarse voice of the Lord of Death sounded, slightly almost silent,
[In the name of Hades, I will be loyal to mankind. 】
respond to him.
Mortarion saw with satisfaction that the daemon let out a startling scream,
But then——
"That monster! It's dead! Dead! Humanity has long been hopeless!"
Father Yu's bloated body instantly turned into a pool of pus and soaked into the soil. As Father Yu disappeared, extremely smelly raindrops fell down.
Mortarion heard corrosion on his armor.
died?
Maybe he should have realized it a long time ago, why would he still deceive himself? Mortarion thought as he saw the figures of those Space Marines emerging from the forest, bulky and slow.
died?
Mortarion asked himself, why was he still able to gain strength through prayer?
This may be a lie, Mortarion thought, but even if it were true, he could not be swayed or hesitated by his enemy's words at this moment. '
He hasn't seen Hades' body yet... is he really dead? Or... Hades could see his body.
The rain suddenly became heavier, and huge raindrops hit Mortarion's hood, instantly corroding the cloth. The irritating water droplets streaked across his face, and Mortarion heard the sound of flesh being corroded. .
The makeshift anti-gas bandage just turned into nothing in an instant.
Mortarion breathed, and the defense system in his body began to work, working overload, as if screaming.
He was now alone on a planet prepared by his enemies, his armor and mask vulnerable to damage.
The poisonous gas now is far more ferocious than the one used by Barbarus back then.
Mortarion gasped, he gasped, a deep, deep sense of despair climbed into his heart, gnawing at his flesh like maggots.
No... no no no no... Mortarion thought that the enemy had already begun to attack him... He could not fall into the trap.
...Even if he ends up taking the worst branch, he still has to struggle as much as possible before falling.
Maybe Hades is probably dead,
Mortarion thought,
But he can't die yet,
Mortarion cannot die yet, he cannot surrender, he cannot fall, he must stand here,
If he fails, it would be disrespectful to the path he has traveled and the people he has met.
He can't do this.
This is disrespectful to an old friend and a mockery of all his previous efforts.
This is... this is wrong.
So Mortarion began to pray, raising his scythe and pointing it at those Space Marines who made him feel like they were being broken by just one look.
Muddy raindrops streaked across his face,
He wants to use the soul of his enemy to comfort his old friend.
Even if the cost will be...
Mortarion trembled, remembering the phantom he saw on the Eldar planet.
But he had already made up his mind.
No more, great!
(End of chapter)
