Chapter 1044 Mortarion's Confusion

He thought back on his life and thought of his alien adoptive father who kept humans in captivity like livestock. He thought about how he fought back against his adoptive father, was knocked down by his adoptive father, and was saved by the Emperor. Suddenly I felt that my life was a little... funny?

Mortarion's mind was now in a mess. He held it in for a long time before answering to his heirs, "Maybe I will be forgotten? That's good too..."

The Death Guards looked at each other. They were well aware of Mortarion's psychological weakness, but they did not despise him because of his weakness. On the contrary, it was precisely because of Mortarion's weakness that the Death Guard remained a united group even when they fell to Nurgle.

Mortalion is sorry to many people, but Mortalion is definitely worthy of the Death Guard. As a Primarch he may not be qualified, but as a father he is worth following even more than the Emperor.

The Death Guard's attitude towards falling into Nurgle is relatively open-minded. The galaxy has turned into a place full of anger and hatred during the long war. Compared with that, Nurgle's Garden is still peaceful.

The veterans all remember Barbarus' nightmare. Even if they become Space Marines and have more than ten thousand years of combat experience, they will not forget that planet that is worse than hell. People's souls are wiped out under the poison gas and alien hegemony. Like They were hiding and groping around like frightened animals.

Mortarion liberated them, wearing armor made in the small village and a huge scythe used to harvest crops, and beat the enemy back again and again. It was then that for the first time under Mortarion's leadership they fought for the freedom to live instead of panting in the mud.

They would never forget what Mortarion had done for them, and because of this gratitude, the Death Guard looked down upon other warlords and warbands.

It was not Mortarion's intention to fall into Nurgle's arms. He just had a problem with the Emperor, not Chaos. This is all to blame for his arrogant Captain Typhons. This guy breaks Mortarion's lungs every day and secretly believes in Nurgle. Through a series of assassinations and forged evidence, Typhons successfully led the fleet into a huge black hole.

Mortalion was dissatisfied with Typhons's unauthorized actions, but considering that Typhons was old man Barbarus and one of the first recruits of the Death Guard, he did not punish him.

The Legion was then trapped in the subspace storm and tortured by the all-pervasive disease. The Death Guard's tough physique made it difficult for them to die from the disease. More and more diseases were intertwined and fermented in the body. A more terrifying change of direction, even if it falls into the hands of the Dark Eldar, is much stronger than this.

Typhus stood beside his comrades, whispering to them the immortality of Nurgle's power.

As a Primarch, Mortarion could withstand more than an ordinary Space Marine, but facing Nurgle's massive corruption was still too much for him to bear. At that time, there was no God-Emperor who could protect his soul.

Under the influence of his own gradual collapse and the tragic situation of the Death Guard, Mortarion succumbed to Nurgle. The terrible disease did not disappear, but no one could feel the physical pain. It was at that moment that the renegade Death Guard turned into the corrupted Death Guard, becoming a mountain of undead flesh that terrified the Empire.

Among the brothers of the original body, Mortarion has always regarded himself as tough and tenacious, and scorned the magic of subspace. But now that he is weak, he has become a part of Chaos that he once hated. This kind of blow is far worse than Jaghatai's ridicule. Much bigger.

Why is this so?

Mortalion's thoughts became more and more confused. He covered his head and couldn't lift it up for a long time, looking cowardly and annoyed. Death Guards, look at me and I look at you. They selected a few veterans with their eyes and walked to Mortalion and knelt down on one knee.

"Father, let us return to Barbarus."

Mortalion's eyes poked out from between his fingers. His hometown had long been destroyed in the war. During the Great Rebellion, everyone's hometown was attacked. Today's Barbarus is a planet in the subspace. The floating plague world is filled with Mortarion's sentimentality about the past.

"Go back? What happens after you go back?"

"Uh... do whatever we want."

"What do we want to do?"

The Death Guards didn't know how to answer now, so they could only close their mouths and remain silent.

Mortarion couldn't stop sighing, and the Emperor's voice echoed in his ears. In the throne room, the Emperor said to Mortalion: Compared to your other brothers, you are still saved.

When asked why, the Emperor shut his mouth and said after a long time: Because you did not throw yourself into Chaos voluntarily, and you are much better than those bastards like Magnus and Lorgar.

Are these words of comfort? Mortalion couldn't figure it out. He felt that his heart was heavy, and he felt like he was holding a breath in his chest that he couldn't let go.

Then he could only reply lightly, "Let's go back to Barbarus."

The fleet turned around and sailed, they came in great force, but achieved nothing. It's like I've been at home for a long time and want to take a walk to get some fresh air.

The more Mortalion thought about it, the more depressed he became. He took out a few books from the inside of the armor. He rubbed his hands on the cover a few times and stared at the big words on the cover.

"The Biography of the Primarch"

"Plague War"

This was brought by Lin Fan from West Lego, specifically for Mortalian's psychological counseling. Mortalian read it carefully while the ship was returning, his face hidden under the hood showing no expression.

Mortarion was treated coldly. It would be better if this naughty person was left alone to reflect calmly. Other Primarchs could not follow this method, such as Magnus and Lorgar.

The two brothers lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the emperor. The emperor just looked at them and did not reveal all the dark history of the two brothers and talk about it. He could just leave that kind of work to Lin Fan.

The Emperor coughed slightly and asked how their Legion was doing. Magnus smiled bitterly, what else could he do? The Thousand Sons were reduced to ashes, leaving only Magnus alone.

Lorgar's eyes wandered, saying that he had rebuilt the perfect city in the subspace, but now it should have been reduced to ashes in the melee. The Word Bearers should survive quite a bit, but can they be accepted by today's empire?

In desperation, Lorgar begged the Emperor, hoping that the Emperor would not kill all the remaining Word Bearers. "If death is our end, I hope that we will die in the war 50 years from now, just like Fulgrim and his Legion chose the same."

The Emperor nodded silently, agreeing to Lorgar's request. They can't tell what the war will look like in 50 years, but the intensity will certainly not be lower, and there will still be death squads after all.