Chapter 604: War in the Gothic Sky (VIII) The Shadow of Plague and the Response of the Death Guard

Chapter 604: War on the Gothic Starry Sky (VIII) The Shadow of Plague - The Response of the Death Guard

What is this?

Why do I feel such a threat?

From the beginning of the Nikaea Accord, to being blessed by the God of Decay; from the scorn of psychic power and the theory of the warp, to the sublimation of life and transformation into a part of eternity...

With too long a firm belief and the power of the gods, Mortarion never thought that one day he would be challenged by someone in the realm of the gods.

But this battlefield was so unfamiliar to him. Whether it was the plague that Kugath and his ilk had been studying, or the numerology that he himself was obsessed with, they had never set foot in such a field close to the essence of the gods...

The battle continued, but Mortarion was rarely silent.

He was hesitating and wavering.

He thought he had made a wise choice, but now it seemed not so smart;

And the so-called truth of the world in his cognition - the omnipotent gods, also became unreal in an instant when Calvin touched the level of authority.

It turns out that there are people who can challenge the gods.

It turns out that the absolute eternity he thought of was still a bubble that could be shattered...

So, he is not the one who grasps the truth after all?

So, he is actually a deserter.

The choice that he thought was smart may be just a clown in the eyes of those who truly stick to their beliefs?

"I am the most tenacious person, and you are the one who gave up."

The bloody battle 30,000 years ago was vivid in his mind, and what Chagatai Khan said before exiling him actually came true.

The hideous expression spread uncontrollably on the face of the demon primarch. It was the rage and madness when his self-esteem was pierced by his own brother and trampled on again after 10,000 years!

How could this be possible? How could he accept this!

"...My Lord."

"...My Lord!"

The continuous calling from far and near woke Mortarion up from his meditation, and the legion lords who were recalled and frightened were greeted when he opened his eyes.

Lord of Plague, Lord of Venom, Lord of Plague...

Many sons of the Legion who were blessed by Nurgle and embarked on different paths were watching the master on the throne with their silent eyes.

That was the source of their bloodline and the co-lord of their Legion.

This was the first time that the Chaos Lords who had spontaneously distanced themselves from Mortarion and the Death Guard Legion received the order of the Legion Lord in the thousands of years since Typhon, the Chosen Champion of Nurgle, came to power.

And time passed quickly, even Mortarion, as the source of their bloodline, could not help but feel unfamiliar with these descendants.

Scrutiny, or suspicion?

When he woke up, he could not read their thoughts from the eyes of these Chaos Lords.

And those faces that had merged with the helmets made him need to directly observe their souls through the corrupt robes representing different meanings on his body, so that he could correspond one by one with the Legion warriors in his memory.

"Typhon..."

Mortarion called subconsciously, but the people under his feet did not respond.

"Oh, right..."

Mortarion suddenly realized that this rebellious son had died.

"So, Grams?"

Mortarion wanted to speak, but then he realized that the son who had always been loyal to him and stood behind him since Barbarus actually died earlier.

He died in the Lion's Gate of Terra in that distant siege...

White Scar, Khan.

Grey Knight, Galvin.

Mortarion touched his neck subconsciously, and then laughed at himself.

The gloomy expression and the bloody smell in his molars made him return to the time when he fought with the Lord of Chogoris.

The lightning-like sharp eyes seemed to be right in front of him, and the scimitar called White Tiger that finally beheaded him still left a faint phantom pain in his neck!

The faint pain in his brain reminded him that today was different from the past. Another strange brother was challenging him in the most unexpected direction!

I won't fail again! At least not this time!

"My Lord!"

The voice from his feet interrupted his thoughts again.

And this time, Mortarion finally recognized the source of the voice.

"Zadar Crosius?"

Mortarion's cold eyes swept over the man, who paused after feeling the gaze of the demon primarch.

This guy! After showing his talent, he was appreciated by Mortarion and was personally given the right to command in the Battle of Terra;

But it was also this guy! After being exiled by Chagatai, he contacted Typhons as soon as possible, and then completely turned to that rebellious son!

But what about now?

Life is short after all, and only eternity can laugh to the end.

Typhons is dead, without even a fragment or trace of his soul left.

Even if his loving father wanted to resurrect him, he had to try to rebuild his foundation from the source of time. But everyone knows that the "created" thing is just a shadow of "him", which cannot be compared with the original soul at all...

And this guy, this guy of power! He shamelessly found me again!

"Hmph!" Mortarion exhaled a puff of smoke from his nose, and the meaningless sound made the latter hesitate.

"My lord!"

After the fall of Typhons, the successor of the First Company, the Plague Lord Zadar Crosius, bit the bullet and called to Mortarion.

He was the last of the warband lords of the legion to arrive, because he and his First Company were not summoned by Mortarion in this war.

But when the entire Death Guard Legion was summoned and rushed to the real universe under Mortarion's order, as the new lord of the First Company, he was afraid that he would be isolated and then overthrown.

But his behavior of leaning towards Typhons during the siege of Terra made him unwilling to meet Mortarion again.

So since the beginning of the war, he and his First Company have been wandering around the main fleet of the Legion.

However, the current war has entered a white-hot stage.

The fleets that appeared in an organized manner, the hundreds of Imperial Legions, and even the Astartes companies of a large number of different regiments, all let him know that this is a real war.

In this context, if the original small mixed fleet of the First Company continues to maintain a distance from the main legion, it will be a very dangerous behavior.

Maybe it was a change in the course of the large fleet, or maybe it was a delay in the notification of the enemy's boarding attack.

In any case, the First Company, which was not included in the battlefield sequence, might suffer an unexpected blow from the enemy under such neglect.

And considering the impression of his predecessor and himself in Mortarion's heart, Zadar could almost conclude that once the war was critical, the First Company would not get any expected support.

Zadar is not Typhons, and does not have that kind of innate enthusiasm and ambition.

He cannot be like Typhons, like a gambler, and throw the First Company into the war without the support of the legion. Especially after the Grey Knights appeared, the losses that kept coming from the fleet broadcast made him determined.

He wanted to meet Mortarion, even if he might be scolded and punished.

But that was better than being ignored, because without the support of the legion on such a battlefield, it was equivalent to putting oneself in the meat grinder of war.

As for the worse ending... Zadar had thought about it, but from his understanding of the Primarch, the biggest difference between Mortarion and all the Primarchs was his almost indulgent tolerance towards his offspring...

"My Lord." Zadar said to Mortarion, and in return he was met with his cold scrutiny.

"..."

The atmosphere in the air became quiet, and no Chaos Lord dared to exonerate Zadar after the appearance of the God of Decay, risking the hatred of the Demon Primarch.

The long period of indifference made Zadar even more uneasy, but he finally waited for Mortarion's response.

"Go there!" Mortarion raised his hand and pointed to the place with the most dense red dots in the holographic projection.

That was the most dangerous and anxious battlefield on the Pesma front, but in Zadar's ears, this will was undoubtedly the Primarch's forgiveness of him.

The war in reality was still going on, and another battlefield in the warp was also going on at the same time.

Although there was a huge difference between the two in terms of time and space that mortals could not understand.

But the two sides in the war were also not ordinary. Their inhuman wills and souls also had enough will to open up a new battlefield outside a sufficiently complex chess game.

In reality, the offensive of the Death Guard continued. After entering the Pesma war zone, Zadar's First Company immediately changed the rhythm of the war.

This Chaos Lord, who was born as a pharmacist and rose in the tragic decisive battle with the White Scars, chose the attack method that best suited him and the Death Legion.

Flames can melt steel, but they cannot stop the epidemic.

Blood can also buy life, but it cannot stop the pervasive infection.

The Pesma defense line under conventional tactics used its bravery to resist the offensive of the Death Legion.

However, after the enemy's intentions were repeatedly blocked, the Plague Lord Zadar Krosius, who took over the command of the war zone, announced his arrival to his enemies in the way he was best at.

The Death Guard fleet changed its previous hesitation and, under the cover of the entire fleet, pushed several warships with particularly heavy armor towards Pesma's low-Earth orbit.

These subspace creatures, wrapped in pus and hyperplastic tissue, whose original appearance could not be seen, just blatantly resisted the interception of anti-aircraft artillery fire, bypassed the space weapon platform, and approached Pesma's atmosphere!

"It's broken!" Taros, who was in charge of defense, had arrived at the defense hub in Pesma's orbit, and personally took command and participated in the previous resistance.

But he, who had just returned to the command hub with gunpowder, couldn't help but blurt out this inappropriate remark after a moment of embarrassment when he saw the attack of the Death Guard Legion.

At this time, the screen in the command hall showed the firepower of the orbital air defense array, which was adjusted and poured towards this small fleet.

But wave after wave of artillery fire left shocking scars on their bodies!

But this could not stop them from advancing while enduring the trauma, twisting like living things, and throwing the fragments full of pus on their bodies to Pesma!

Plague! Infection!

And then there is corruption! And the magic tide that was further raised from the subspace after the former was magnified!

Although the orbital interception system has done its best, Pesma's atmosphere can also burn most of the fragments in the process of gravity capturing them.

But common sense told Talos that anything that involved the Warp God could not be viewed with common sense. Even if only one fragment could land successfully, the local people of Pesma would probably face thousands of corpses and blood!

"Notify the Titans immediately! Here... may need to purify the troops!"

Talos said to the Grey Knight liaison officer beside him, who nodded solemnly, and then closed his eyes in full view of everyone...

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