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

Chapter 95 What happens in a dirty room

In the time sequence room on the Endurance, countless clocks were covered with warm and humid mycelium, with dirty dials overlooking everything that was happening in the room.

The big clock in the center stood quietly in place, its pendulum - Mortarion's war scythe - disappeared from the place, and was being held by its owner, the daemon primarch himself. The pointer therefore remains stationary.In fact, the hands on the dials of the countless clocks and clocks scattered and hanging messily throughout the room were all equally still, as if even time itself had stood still in this room with a dull and stagnant atmosphere. .

Black hyphae covered Mortarion's body in fine layers, penetrating his skin and eyes.He allowed this to happen because these wondrous creations, known as "hyphae of despair," provided the sickening miracle of allowing him to speak directly to the leaders of other armies far apart.But Mortarion didn't like that, not in any sense of the word.

——Whether it is allowing these subspace creations to cover his body, or having direct conversations with "the leaders of other troops".

"I think that the rumor from the realm of the Lord of Change is true." In front of Mortarion, a mass of fungus that appeared in the shape of Typhons, like a lifelike bust, made such a sound, "The Cursed One has truly raised up a mortal pioneer. His actual influence in the real universe will be expanded as a result."

"So what?" Mortarion was not surprised that his tone was filled with a lot of malice, "We are all aware of what happened in Tyros, but its impact on the entire plan will never be The biggest. My brother arrived at Parmenio faster than I expected. The etheric storm I had set off in the warp was calmed by the light, creating a straight path for his fleet - on his body Apparently already under the protection of the triple-cursed Emperor, the vision in Tyros only proved once again that my guess was correct.”

The statue of Typhonus winced inconspicuously, and then it spoke, correcting it in a manner that was annoyingly patient: "We should not mention His name, but should call Him 'The Accursed'."

"Can a change in name change the essence of the matter?" Mortarion sneered dissatisfied, "If that were the case, then the loving father would have included the entire universe in his garden."

"You should show more respect." Typhons also showed a dissatisfied attitude, but it was still a mild dissatisfaction, like an adult trying to teach a child who is having a bad temper, "A loving father is everywhere." , He knows everything you do, because He is everything. He will know your disrespectful behavior, and although He is always tolerant, there is a limit to that tolerance. You are trying to cross the line He has set for your children. Bottom line.”

"Then he can tell me personally that he is dissatisfied with this." Mortarion said gloomily. "So far, no messenger, the Great Unclean One, or anything else has spoken out against my attitude, except you."

The bust of Typhons looked disappointed, and he sighed deeply into the humid and rancid air, as if he had finally given up reasoning with the unreasonable child: "Maybe one day in the future, you will realize that I am Right. But if that day comes, it will be too late."

"Before that day comes, you still have to complete your work." Mortarion was already quite unhappy that the topic had strayed for so long. "Can you capture Galatan within the stipulated time?" Fort?"

"Don't you understand? Star castles and fleets are no longer important!" Typhons' tone finally took on a tone of annoyance, "Even whether you can add territory to your loving father's garden is not that important. No more! Your brother, Robert Guilliman, is no longer important!"

These words undoubtedly angered Mortarion severely.Light yellow smoke spurted out from the vent of his respirator, and then quickly enveloped his entire face: "Are you trying to say that all our previous plans are unimportant?"

"Yes, it's not important anymore!" Typhons said loudly, that rumbling, unhealthy sound like a cough with phlegm. "What's important is the puppet of the cursed! If He really Having accumulated enough power and gained a channel to intervene in reality, everything will change - and the thing that a loving father hates most is change! The most important thing is to find and destroy the puppet to ensure that The Cursed can no longer use it to meddle with reality!”

"Then, the plan will not change because of this." Mortarion said tiredly and coldly, "My descendants did encounter a little resistance due to the unexpected changes in Tyros City, but this cannot really stop us. I Kugas has been asked to temporarily put aside his work and reinforce the battlefield on Parmenio. When we raze that city to the ground, whatever caused the vision will belong to Mercy equally. In Father's garden. And your job is still to find a way to hinder my brother's fleet and capture his star fortress. Our fleet will soon be very strong, and I can't see any improvement in the task I give you. The possibility of failure." "I will not act on your orders, Mortarion, I accept instructions from a higher power." Typhons said patiently, "As you said, our fleet is very powerful. There will be plenty soon, and the Third and Fourth Plague Fleets will continue to perform these tasks as vanguards, but I and the First Plague Fleet will not. These glorious warriors and I will join the ground battlefield of Parmenio, For one mouthpiece of a god in the mortal world can only be countered by another mouthpiece of another god in the mortal world.”

"You are AWOL." Mortarion accused mercilessly. "If there is such an instruction, why have I never heard it? Why has no messenger ever come to convey my father's will to me? ?”

"It didn't need a messenger, Mortarion. It was an omen, a sudden impulse, and if you listened carefully for the ripples in the warp, you would have noticed it. But you just didn't listen." Fons's tone was disgustingly close to a kind of intimate blame, which made Mortarion almost sick, "I am not here as your genetic descendant or your Captain, but as a kindhearted person." Mortal forerunner of Father Nurgle. Whatever He tells me to do, I must do, for He is my God."

"But I am your primarch! I gave you this status!"

"Indeed, but unfortunately, that's all." Typhons' voice gradually faded away, "And don't forget, maybe my position in the legion was granted by you, but everything you have now - Your glory and the promotion you have received are all given to you by me——"

"Pfft".

The natural psychic shock caused by the destruction of the ritual echoed in the time sequence, and countless fragile dials creaked.Mortarion struggled out of the black hyphae, and the war scythe in his hand split the Typhons-shaped fungal mass in front of him into two in an instant.The faint cry of pain that echoed in the subspace indicated that the phantom pain caused by this action had indeed spread to his body in reality through the transmission of witchcraft.Mortarion felt a fleeting, twisted pleasure.

The fungus that originally seemed to have a solid shape quickly turned into slime and dissipated, and the Lord of the Death Guard stood quietly in anger.After a while, he sneered in the swirling smoke: "Let him go."

Ten thousand years later, the military power of the Empire was split into countless fragmented battle groups by Robert Guilliman's "Holy Codex", but his Death Guard was still a legion even if it entered the subspace.As mentioned before, his fleet was very powerful, and he believed that his heirs could complete the combat missions he assigned without the leadership of Typhons.

As for Typhonse, let him be.May he run headlong into Tyros' defense.

But Typhons' last words still echoed in his ears: Glory, promotion.This made Mortarion sneer unconsciously.

——In his life, he had never personally experienced the meaning of these two words.

　Miwu miwu... (six o'clock)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)