Stars for the good Warhammer.

Chapter 305: A child with a mother is like a treasure
The bombardment from the Imperial fleet had lasted for a whole day and night. The light spears and thermobaric bombs that fell from orbit were like heavy hammers hammering hard on Parmenio's Chaos-corroded ground.

As the ground beneath their feet wailed again, dust fell from the painted golden dome and floated down onto the face of a man wearing a white robe and a filter device on his face.

The man's face was pale and sickly, like a marble statue standing in the center of a ruined church, or like a corpse fixed in wax, looking up at the painted portrait of the Human Emperor in the church.

This is a dilapidated Anglican cathedral located in the Parmenio Wasteland. Wind blew in through the broken stained glass, and the lifeless milky white cloak swayed slightly. The yellow-green power armor wrapped inside could be vaguely seen. At this moment, a sticky and somewhat disgusting voice was transmitted from outside the hall.

"Father is very unhappy with our decision to launch an attack without authorization. If we continue to disobey orders, he may punish us. Perhaps we should follow his instructions, my little brother."

Along with the voice came heavy footsteps, as if an elephant stepped into the main hall. Every step made the house tremble slightly. The person who spoke was a fat giant with abnormally swollen skin, festering and pus all over his body. His limbs were slightly short compared to his body, making him look particularly funny.

A rotten black tongue stirred back and forth in the big mouth full of white aphids. Seven little demons called Nurglings were playing and fighting in the giant's intestines exposed outside his belly, and sometimes they would immerse their bodies in them. The corners of their mouths that were cracked on their faces looked like they were laughing. The giant was a Nurgle great demon called Ku'gath, one of the most favored children of the Plague Father.

"Also, as far as I know, Guilliman has left Parmenio and gone elsewhere. There are only those unfriendly elves wearing blue armor in the city of Delos now. If the news is true, then our plan has failed from the beginning. Without the unblessed blood of the Primarch, I can't use the artifact to mix the plague that can kill the Primarch."

[Divine Plague] is a deadly disease that can wipe out everything at the root. Its power is so great that even some low-level gods of the Warp cannot be spared once infected. Mortarion hopes to weaken his Primarch brother in this way and take the opportunity to offer him to his master, Nurgle, the Plague Father.

As he spoke, Kugax's fat body had already come under the dome. He looked at the motionless man under him and spoke sincerely.

"Also, according to the messengers, a pest called the Boundary Breaker has invaded my father's garden. He also hopes to get our help. Perhaps we shouldn't waste too much energy here."

"Perhaps we should have retreated according to our father's instructions. It is not too late now. Captain Typhons will hold down the human warships, and we can take the opportunity to withdraw our troops, my little brother Mortarion."

Facing the devil's advice, the man looked very annoyed, even though success was right in front of him.
Gazing at the indifferent face in the emperor's portrait, he swung the huge sickle in his hand and split the wall with the emperor's portrait in two with a resentful blow. After simply venting his anger, he calmed down again.

"I know my brother very well. I do not think he would abandon five hundred worlds and choose to escape alone. Besides, I can now clearly feel that one of my brothers is on this planet. Who else could it be but Guilliman?" The man was the Primarch of the Fourteenth Legion's Death Guard, the Pale King Mortarion, who had betrayed the Emperor and joined Nurgle during the Great Crusade. When he learned that his brother Guilliman had awakened from his slumber, in order to dedicate his soul to Nurgle and prove his own worth, Mortarion, now a Demon Prince, planned this action almost immediately.

However, this plan did not receive much support. From the very beginning, Nurgle himself was not optimistic about this plan and gave many warnings like an old father. But all this was thrown behind Mortarion. He wanted to personally defeat the Primarch brother whom he hated in order to prove himself.

"Even if Guilliman is really not here, we can still choose to dedicate the five hundred worlds and the lives within them to our father. I believe he will be very happy. We must not give up at this time. If we do, the Plague Father's wrath will surely be waiting for us. We must seize this only remaining opportunity to prove ourselves."

Hearing this, Kugath scratched his chin with his slightly fat left hand.

"But the forces of the Ash Alliance have joined Parmenio's battle. Plague Father has warned us more than once that we are not yet a match for those outsiders. Now I can't even summon a plague that can work on the Alliance. They have powers similar to those of the Cursed. They are a very troublesome group of guys."

"And don't forget that machine. It wiped out our vanguard corps in the blink of an eye."

The giant was referring to the giant Cyberlux battle body that had dropped from the sky and appeared outside the city of Delos not long ago. In front of that thing, even the Plague Titan in the Plague Legion could only be easily crushed like a toy. In Kugath's opinion, with that thing guarding the city of Delos, the last bastion of mankind, it was almost impossible to break through the city, which was the last bastion of mankind, so he had to remind him again.

"Little brother Mortarion, I know what you want, but my father has lost his patience. We don't have that much time to waste here."

When hearing this, Mortarion was obviously a little shaken. The exhaust port on the back of his power armor was rapidly spewing out poisonous gas from the planet Barbarus, which was proof of his depressed mood.

At this moment, a skinny old man who was nailed to a pillar in the hall not far away suddenly reacted and looked at Mortarion below with his pure black pupils. He was a demon host and in his body was a demon under Tzeentch. Due to long-term contact with the plague, his skin was already covered with horrific pustules.

Shortly after the battle in Los City ended, this strange guy appeared alone in Mortarion's camp and claimed that he could provide help to the Death Guards.

(End of this chapter)