How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 107 Word spread, Mortarion went crazy with joy

Mortarion laughed unceremoniously.

"I understand that you two have some... grudge." The Nurgle demon, Morlugos the Plaguebringer, who borrowed the twisted limbs of the cultists and was able to briefly "message" to Parmenio's reality, said, "But The complete failure of Typhons symbolizes the frustration of the Great Grandfather God's plan. Perhaps you should at least not express your...emotions so obviously."

It has never liked this so-called "fellow race" who is not an inanimate being, but the loving father always loves him more.Mortarion was ranked above it, and Morlugoth was forced to show in front of him the cheerful deference and obedience that disgusted it, a servant in the garden.

Morlugoth didn't like the task of delivering the message, but then he found that this time, talking to Mortarion didn't seem as unbearable as before.

"Yes, then I apologize for this." The demonic primarch showed unprecedented tolerance, "Please forgive me for getting carried away for a moment, after all - well, maybe I shouldn't go on."

Then, Mortarion really put on a mournful expression, at least that was what his only exposed eye showed.

"What, then, do you bring from the garden?" he asked Morlugos with great patience, "if not even the holy god of rebirth should be prepared for the death of Typhonus (he paused subtly here). If we can't do anything about it, does this prove that the enemy we will face on the battlefield is somewhat beyond our expectations?"

“Be careful about the words you use,” Morlugos said.

It regrets and feels that its feelings were wrong.If it was just the attitude of Mortarion that disgusted it before, the current Mortarion frightened it.If it could choose between the two, it decided to face the annoying Mortarion from before.

For this reason, Morlugos did not, as it usually preferred, sharply criticize inappropriate words or tell useless riddles.It showed amazing efficiency at this moment: "The will of the Father was an immediate retreat. Our Lord suffered unexpected wounds in this war, and He wept in the garden for the children who could not return. The great The Plague God believes that the joy of what you are about to gain for Him cannot outweigh the sorrow of what He might lose in the process.”

Morlugoth expected Mortarion to angrily refuse the order.Everyone knows how deeply the latter is obsessed with the prosperous worlds ruled by his former brothers, and everyone knows how much effort he has put into this. They also know how stubborn and arrogant he is as a primarch. ——But Mortarion agreed lightly.

"Yes, I understand. Our military has suffered a heavy blow - how sad it is." He said this, the deformed respirator covering his face billowing out yellow-green smoke, blocking the All his expressions, "If the thrice-cursed rotten corpse can reach out his hand to reality, then our defeat is inevitable. Considering what may happen in the future, what we should do now is not to expand the results of the victory, but to Preservation of power, I totally understand that.”

Morlugos had no doubt that the other party was actually laughing behind the smoke, but he wisely decided not to point it out, but pretended to be delighted and asked: "So, you agree to give up your rights on Ultramar?" Result? This is a great sacrifice, even a loving father will agree with this."

"Of course, as a commander, I must consider everything as a whole." Mortarion even sounded a little cheerful after the smoke, "But you also have to understand that an ongoing war cannot be stopped at any time. . Just a little further away on this planet, a fierce battle is going on. If I rashly order a retreat, it will only cause greater losses to our side. Wait until I win this small battle to ensure that we can After safely retreating, I will leave the real universe without any regrets. The same will be true for my other descendants who are involved in local wars."

Morlugoth looked suspiciously at Mortarion, who was looming in the smoke.Part of it wants to question the other party's intentions as usual, even though it knows that from a military theory point of view, such a decision cannot be said to be incorrect; but another part of it is also urging it to leave quickly and return to the subspace. , get as far away from this fearsome Mortarion specter as possible, and the sooner the better.

In the end, it was Mor Lugosi's second part that won.The daemon of Nurgle grunted through the cultist's twisted husk: "Then do this. You are the ruler of this army, and your will will be rightly done."

"I'd like to lend you some good advice." Mortarion was in such a good mood that it didn't look like him at all.

This made Morlugos feel even more terrifying.After the brief exchange of greetings, it quickly released its control over the body of the cultist in reality and fled back into the subspace, while Mortarion laughed without any scruples after it left. .The daemon primarch's unbridled laughter almost literally shook the mountains, instantly attracting the attention of all the daemon hosts, engines, plague marines, and cultists around him.Everyone was curious about what could make the never-smiling Lord of Death so happy, but for reasons similar to Morlugoth's fear of this, no one dared to step forward and actually ask the question.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Mortarion stopped himself, waving his insect wings that exuded sickly light and scattered deadly scale powder happily, and left his throne on the top of the mountain to find and He is closer to the battlefield than the Great Unclean One.

"Korgath, my glorious, swollen, noble, but always unhappy friend." Mortarion said softly, surrounded by the spread of poisonous gas and corruption, and the shining scales. For him, this Such an unusual attitude undoubtedly sent chills to the hearts of all the demon hosts present, "I just learned a tragic news from the fatherly messenger Morlugos. I didn't know that the wind blew from the garden. Did the breeze that came bring you the same content?”

Of course, Kugas also felt strongly uncomfortable with this, but he still tried to play a happy servant as usual: "Oh, the great Mortarion, who is always surrounded by disease! Yes, I listen too. That sad news - if we were talking about the pioneer of our loving father in the mortal world."

"Yes, how sad." Mortarion said in agreement, but from his tone, others could only hear a great sense of relief, "I also received news that my loving father accordingly Thinking that the losses we have suffered in this war are likely to be too great to bear, He wants to stop it all. Therefore, we must abandon those planets that have not been completely occupied and leave the real universe."

"...Wha, what? But..." Kugas fell into a little confusion for a moment.To its surprise, and to the surprise of all other beings present, Mortarion patted the part of the Great Unclean One's arm very considerately and even comfortingly:

"Don't be too sad, I know what you are worried about." The Daemon Primarch comforted, "I told the messenger that retreat will take time. We will not end the work at hand so quickly. Only on this planet, We still have so much unfinished business, don’t we?”

From the high ground on the hillside, he pointed to the battlefield on the other side of the plain. The supernatural vision of the Daemon Primarch and the Great Unclean One could penetrate the fog spread by the Daemon Engine on the battlefield and see the actual battle situation from a very far distance: Robert Key Liman finally arrived belatedly with his Iron Legion. The heavy footsteps of the Titans and God Machines advancing together almost shook the earth. Their soldiers and demon engines were also indistinguishable from each other on the chaotic battlefield with the zombie emperor's lackeys. together.

"You don't have to be so pessimistic, Kugas." Mortarion said, "We do have to retreat, but this last battle has to be fought - perhaps from this battle, we all To get what we want.”

"I'm not sure." Kugas said hesitantly, "Don't you think you are a little too optimistic now?"

Perhaps in normal times, Mortarion would regard this as a provocation, but now, he just shrugged indifferently: "Isn't this the state you have always wanted me to show. We will not violate any rules in the next battle. Human orders, this is just a battle that must be done in order to prevent the power of the loving father from being wasted in vain."

Mortarion, who was in an overly good mood, changed concepts with an astonishing skill:

"But I think if we were a little more radical and got something else out of it, my loving father would certainly not object - for example, my brother's blood, and his life."

Kugas was silent for a while. The desire to follow the direct orders of his loving father and the desire to complete his special plague repeatedly warred in its heart. In the end, the latter won. This thought urged it to nod hesitantly:

"Perhaps you are right and we should try it," said the Great Unclean One.

　Miwu (the seal has withered and is gone today)
　　Why is it that after one war, there is another one... The SEALs are really going to die... It's the end of the month and I haven't even used a single leave request... Today's update makes me slow down... It's just before the long holiday, and everyone's military morale is low. That’s understandable, right (but that doesn’t mean I will update more during the holidays).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)