Chapter 548: Mortarion’s Thinking Is More Difficult to Understand than the Gods

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The Legion's will is like a three-dimensional star map, and the light point representing Tiberus is floating in Calvin's eyes.

The Primarch's consciousness approached the light point, and as expected, the information he was disseminating was about the abnormal movement on the ground of Fal.

+A new source of pollution, and it is expanding rapidly! +

Tiberus brought a warning about the ground on the detection array.

Calvin's eyes drooped slightly, and the information about the ground of Fal was found in his brain.

The huge map was occupied by new marks one by one.

What made Calvin feel dangerous was that the entire continental plate was covered by "them".

"Population... No. Show the actual control range of the planetary government now!"

As Calvin operated, countless key nodes on the map in his mind dimmed instantly.

At the very edge of the circular area centered on the nest city, only a few scattered supporting cities had golden double-headed eagle emblems lit up.

However, even these cities are in a very bad state. In the previous notification documents displayed above these cities, the figures marked as valid statistical population are showing a downward trend under the green disease mark.

"This is a summary of all the data they uploaded as of a week ago, once every two months, a total of 7 times.

The only thing we can confirm now is that there are still people resisting in these cities.

But whether there are still organizations operating there is not guaranteed."

Tabers supplemented the information to Calvin, and Calvin was still thinking.

"14 months? That means the earliest disease report appeared before the arrival of the Kritov Legion?

No, no need..."

Calvin interrupted Tabers' words in the psychic communication and turned his gaze to the land of Farr.

The subspace energy there seems to have reached a certain threshold and is rapidly breaking through the suppression of the Psychic Choir.

For the first time, the power of disease and corruption on the earth exceeded tyranny and killing, bringing death to the world in a wider range;

Corresponding to this is the dark green plague tide, which, after replacing the power of the Blood God of Khorne and becoming the biggest cancer entrenched in the world of Fal, is brewing some greater disaster from the warp.

No, not brewing, but already brewing...

Calvin looked at the void above Fal with a sense of feeling.

The warp there is being torn apart, and the curled etheric clouds are torn apart by huge energy, like layers of circles...

After the ceremony on the ground was completed, reality finally gathered all the conditions in the sense of mysticism.

The curtain separating the two worlds was split open from the center like an eggshell that has been hatched;

The increasingly thin barrier was squeezed as thin as a cicada's wing, and then torn like the amniotic membrane during childbirth.

Ugliness and holiness, death and distortion...

An extremely strange but shocking scene was staged in the void, and in the center of the corrupt power, an extremely evil egg bed was corrupting and gestating...

Boom~!

Six slightly smaller insect eggs exploded in an instant, becoming the sacrifice before the birth of the largest seventh egg.

And when the largest egg on the egg bed was declared broken, the entire real universe was wailing for it!

Mortarion!

Tens of millions of souls in the entire Farr Agricultural World were calling for the demon prince who symbolized the authority of Nurgle at this moment!

The endless, corrupted souls condensed in the void, and then constructed its body in the mortal world according to certain rules.

The power of the disease was fermenting and expanding, and then in a crisp explosion, the huge figure was spit out from the void;

The scattered slurry burst in the void, and then was given life, screaming like a living thing and gathering behind the figure.

Hiss...

The huge and broken insect wings opened in an instant, stretching the decayed power along the blood vessels under the thin wing membrane.

The two blue chitin tentacles twisted wantonly, complementing the armor full of sores and scars on its body.

Seven fine chains with spikes hung from its waist, and except for the chain occupied by five disease incense burners, two poisonous flies symbolizing mutation were flying at the ends of the two longest chains.

Buzz...

The huge sickle of silence drew an arc in the void, and the eyes hidden in the green hood suddenly opened.

The curtain in the void has not yet healed, and it was pierced by the claws of the devil again;

And the king who symbolizes disease and death has already looked at the distant starry sky.

It can sense Calvin, just as Calvin can see its existence.

And this perception does not come from the connection between bloodlines, but it is similar to it, it is the instinct of supernatural creatures after touching each other's domain.

After completing its descent into the real world, this corrupted creature sent its power directly to the Spirit of Vengeance.

Behind him, a huge fleet of living creatures covered with Nurgle runes slowly crawled out of the crack torn by the Silent Scythe.

Oh, there was also a faint black, but Calvin was not sure if it was an illusion.

On the Spirit of Vengeance, Calvin met its sight through the heavy armor.

"Motarion..." Calvin turned his head. "Is this your plan... Abaddon?"

Before he finished speaking, on the other side of Abaddon and Calvin, the five-meter-tall demon prince had already stepped on the dark green flames and appeared on the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance.

"Who...are you? You are not my brother..."

As soon as the demon primarch appeared on the scene, it set its sights on the goal of its trip.

But after careful inspection, it denied its speculation.

"No, you are, but not quite...so, you are my father's new toy, aren't you?"

"Well..."

An embarrassing scene occurred. When Mortarion truly set foot on the Vengeful Spirit, both Abaddon and Calvin reflexively covered their mouths and noses.

The "characteristics" of the Death Guard are well-known in the subspace and the Empire, so both sides are fully prepared for Mortarion's appearance.

It stinks so much!

A strange numbness and itching appeared on every cell in Calvin's body. As he looked at the temporarily isolated psychic mask in front of him, the corners of his eyes were still twitching slightly:

The spiritual energy barrier that cut off the air slightly changed color under the opponent's "aura", and even the order could not be blocked.

Abaddon's condition was even worse. At this time, he had already lowered his iconic braid, and then put on the legendary helmet of the Giant Serpent...

Fortunately, only three people saw this scene. As for the poor Gastalin guards, they had already fainted, frothing at the mouth, the moment Mortarion appeared.

And if those unconscious Gastalin guards were still conscious, they would definitely complain - it turns out that Abaddon still remembers having this helmet...

It certainly has nothing to do with someone's particular hairstyle, at least officially that's what he's been doing.

"Answer my question!"

The rancid source roared, obviously feeling deeply offended by the damn silence.

So Calvin made a prompt decision and picked up a Gastalin guard casually. Under Abaddon's strange eyes, he used his spiritual energy to drive the unlucky Gastalin guard and used his throat to speak for himself:

“Who I am is not determined by you, the traitor.

But I'm more curious, you and him..."

Calvin pointed at Abaddon, whose expression was hidden by his helmet, and asked:

"Who has the final say?"

"Um?"

Mortarion's face hidden under the mask twitched slightly. After this question was raised by Calvin, it was obvious that it could no longer be ignored.

"Um……"

Abaddon was obviously aware of Calvin's ulterior motives, but this was indeed a key issue that could not be avoided.

So the demon primarch, who represented the divinity of Nurgle, after a long look at the champion king chosen by the four gods, finally reluctantly obeyed the power in his body and said to Abaddon, who frowned and retreated:

"Hail to you, loving father and champion of the gods!"

"Hail to you too...the divine incarnation of the god of plague and death!"

Abaddon responded quickly, but Mortarion was humiliated by this concession.

His reply was not respected by Mortarion, but received a cold reception from the daemon primarch after a token nod.

But this is reasonable, at least it is better than falling out on the spot.

The identity of the Primarch was here, and he could not deny that these people had once fought alongside his genetic father.

"So, the clever trick is over? The false emperor's new favorite?"

Abaddon immediately pointed the finger at Calvin, and Mortarion also looked at the latter with a sad face.

The malicious looks of two people who were powerful enough to threaten or even kill Calvin finally made Calvin feel unprecedented pressure.

"It's hard to handle..." Calvin thought to himself.

Abaddon's eyes were locked on Calvin's body, but Mortarion's power was unavailable.

In his eyes, the former was already an enemy that required effort to kill;

The latter possesses all the power of a Primarch, and even becomes stronger than weak after becoming a demon...

"Kill him!" Abaddon shouted in a low voice.

Power surged through him, and Draconian's will was reshaped again.

The entire space of the Spirit of Vengeance is responding to the will of the Black Warmaster, and the cursed spear blessed by the four gods is once again condensed in Abaddon's claws.

Calvin's whole body tensed up, entering a rare state of full alert.

Silver and platinum spiritual energy shined in his eyes, which was the summons of the power of order.

The thick deck of the Spirit of Vengeance collapsed slightly under his feet, which was the weight of Hyperion's blessing, the traces of being completely liberated...

Difficult, difficult...

Abaddon is already difficult to deal with, and with the addition of a Primarch who has completed his demonic ascension, it can only be said that Calvin is capable of walking away, but he is definitely not capable of winning.

But he couldn't leave, because the troops on the ground were still advancing, and the hand of darkness had not yet returned to the Empire's hands;

He couldn't retreat, because if he retreated, the three hundred Gray Knights on the ground in Farr would be destroyed by his own hands!

You can only fight!

Then you need to think about it carefully... Calvin's eyes were uncertain.

But the cold strength on his body and the weight of Xu Bolion that almost distorted his stance fell into the eyes of the two people opposite, making them even more fearful...

Calvin was almost about to give up his cover plan, preparing to try to kill Abaddon in a desperate battle, and then see if there was a chance to escape...

However, during the long stalemate, a word from Mortarion made the battlefield that was almost bursting with sparks fall into calm again.

"...who's going up?"

Mortarion stood there, looking in the direction of Galvin without moving.

Abaddon, who was shocked by the response, finally realized the other party's stubbornness after a moment of stagnation.

The dignity of the Primarch, right?

The dignity of the Demon Prince, right?

The honor of the Lord of the Legion, right?

Never participate in the siege, right?

What are you doing here? Watching the battle?

Abaddon roared madly in his heart, but his little reason told him:

On this point, he could not persuade Mortarion at all.

Of course, he also wanted to understand the glory of the warrior, but that thing was too luxurious for him.

Since he began to reorganize the Black Legion, the long war in the Eye of Terror did not allow him to have such naive ideas.

Honor?

Talk to the scumbags of the Emperor's Children?

Ideals?

Do you have to talk to the garbage like the Word Bearers?

Reason?

Ask the World Eaters if they know this thing?

Faith?

Damn... Since the day Horus was killed by the Emperor himself, all the Luna Wolves have only one thought - revenge!

"Then I will do it!"

Abaddon stopped unwillingly and finally gave up persuading Mortarion to join this dishonorable battle.

He was not unaware of the gap between him and Calvin, but he had no choice.

The Black Warmaster would not retreat, and there would never be a day when he would be afraid of fighting.

Because if he showed a trace of fear, even without the rebellion of the Chaos Lords around him, the Four Gods Crown in his mind would swallow his soul in an instant...

"No, I will do it first..." Mortarion once again made Abaddon confused.

But this time, as if he felt guilty, Mortarion rarely explained the reason to Abaddon.

"He killed my eldest son... half a century ago."

"Just three times..." Mortarion wrote, and then looked at Calvin.

I want to kill him today... and three times! "

………………

The awkward silence appeared again on the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance, and the two remaining people asked the same question immediately after the awkwardness:

"What if he can't be killed in three hits?" Abaddon asked.

"That means he is not destined to die."

Mortarion blinked and looked at Abaddon seriously.

And the latter was trying to find any joke in his eyes.

"Are you serious?" Abaddon asked.

"Of course!" Mortarion replied, and then added:

"If he survives... Next... This is your battlefield"

"And if you die too..."

Mortarion looked at Galvin again, and said with a sneer that even the mask couldn't hide:

"That's great, I'll settle accounts with him!"

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