Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 429 Mortarion: I have a bad feeling...

The Warp, Garden of Nurgle.

Giant flies were flying around, and the hot and humid air caused the expanding life to ooze out thick liquid.

The beasts of Nurgle lay on the ground with their tongues lolling, while the Nurglings teased them noisily.

Every once in a while, joyous music would sound, triggering more revelry.

That is the music of victory.

"Father, we have more plagues!"

"Victory and more victory!"

The Plague Herald held his head high, his tattered belly swaying, and a resounding roar came out of his swollen throat:
"Ah, the beloved son of his loving father, Mortarion, who is best at summoning the Great Plague, has destroyed another giant space fortress in Ultramar and successfully captured a planet..."

Nurgle's armies won victory after victory across the galaxy, seizing more territory.

This garden of corruption is expanding rapidly.

The great father's planning and waiting for countless centuries finally produced the most corrupt and smelly fruit.

These days, there has been a constant revelry in the Garden of Nurgle, and all the rotten life agrees that they are about to usher in the best times.

Nurgle's fatherly love will spread throughout the galaxy!

The Lord of Plague was in a good mood. He squeezed his huge body out of the dark house with brisk steps.

Now more and more good news came back, the favorites seized more land, making their own strength further strengthened.

Of course, there were some failed battles, such as the war in the Savior's territory.

All the corrupted network node machines in the Savior's territory were dismantled, and several Nurgle armies were lost.

But that didn't matter to the entire plague war.

The real main battlefield of this war is in Ultramar. The elite main forces of Nurgle's army are basically there. As long as they can capture that pearl of the empire.

You will get unimaginable rewards and become the most powerful chaos god!

When the Lord of Plague thought of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, leaving poisonous pus on the ground with every step he took.

That was a horrific residue enough to poison an entire planet.

"Rejoice, children, embrace all the decay and decline!"

As this being moved forward, encouraging the revelry darlings, he sent down more plague blessings, some of which spread to the galaxy, causing more disasters.

It didn't take long.

He arrived at the entrance of a verdant garden.

The garden became more and more lush and green, exuding an extremely pure life energy and reflecting the mood of the garden owner.

Elsa, the goddess of life, is also in a happy and wonderful mood.

thump—

The Lord of Plague stopped and did not step into the garden rashly, for fear that he would corrode the flowers and plants and make the goddess sad.

She is so sentimental and rarely happy.

This being looked at the Goddess of Life sitting on the vine swing and forced a smile on his ugly giant face, but that smile was immediately covered by the poisonous yellow mist that gushed out of his mouth.

No one could see His true expression.

At this moment, the goddess of life, Aisha, curled her lips slightly and looked into the void in the distance, as if she was missing something?
"Ok?"

The Lord of Plague frowned slightly, sensing a hint of abnormality.

He rarely saw the Goddess of Life with such an expression, at least not in the past ten thousand years. Such a change only occurred recently.

What is the other party expecting?
He thought about this matter, but got no results, no clues at all.

"ah!"

Suddenly, the being's thoughts were interrupted by a tiny groan.

It was a fat Nurgling that had crawled onto His head.

Perhaps affected by the pure breath of life in the green garden, it lay uncomfortably on the head of the Lord of Plague, completely unwilling to move.

"Poor little guy."

The Lord of Plague shook his head and withdrew from the influence of the Green Garden. Then he put a trace of highly poisonous liquid on his fingertips and sent it to the other party.

For Nurglings, these corrupt and highly toxic liquids are the best growth materials and delicious snacks.

Sure enough, after smelling the highly toxic liquid, the Nurgling suddenly became alert and absorbed the drop of liquid while screaming.

Afterwards, it seemed as if it was full, so it lay down again and continued to sleep on its owner's head.

The Lord of Plague didn't care much about this and turned back to the black house.

For some reason, he felt a little uneasy. Perhaps the progress of this plague war was going to be accelerated.

The Plague Lord's appetite grew, eager to corrupt the souls of billions of humans and then spread more plagues.

Amid his terrifying, endlessly powerful staggering back, the Nurgling on his head grew larger after absorbing the poison, almost covering the master's head.

Afterwards, the Nurgling evolved further and its skin color became darker.

It's...green.
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The Death Guard flagship - the Endurance.

This hideous and corrupt giant warship floats in an unknown void somewhere, and the germs it emits alone corrode the surrounding environment.

You can still faintly hear the sound of bells coming from the clock room on the Endurance.

The location of Death Lord Mortarion's clock room is unpredictable, often in the Demon Temple on the Plague Star or in a corrupt hive, or in the Garden of Nurgle in the Warp.

In more recent years, it has been stationed aboard the Endurance.

Deep in the clock room, the fungal abyss.

With heavy breaths, Mortarion used his sickle to ring the bell, performing some kind of summoning ritual.

Along with the sound of clock gears, black mycelium spread like a living thing, and one plague darling after another was summoned here by the Lord of Death.

The phantoms of chaotic entities such as Ku'gath, Karama, and the Great Plague appeared one after another.

The last one to show up was Typhus, Lord of the Doomflies, Chosen of Nurgle, and former Captain of the Death Guard.

"What do you want from me?"

Typhus crossed his arms across his chest, with the long horn on his head pointing to the sky. The fly nest behind him was buzzing, emitting a thick miasma.

This being held his head high, and was not polite at all to his genetic father, Mortarion, as if to say, "I am your father."

Typhus is pretentious.

It was I who brought the Death Guard to the throne of Nurgle's benevolent father. I should be the one who is favored, not the cowardly Gene Father!

This was unfair treatment. I failed to get the expected reward and became a real devil.

Even after ten thousand years, he still feels bad about it.

Now the message brought by the demon herald made the Lord of the Flies even more furious.

He was attacking a space fortress in Ultramar when the forerunner of Nurgle's father told him to retreat and cooperate with Mortarion's actions.

To win the war faster.

"You shouldn't contradict me."

Mortarion leaned on his scythe, staring at his rebellious gene offspring with his cloudy eyes: "Everyone knows that it is not enough to ravage Ultramar with plague and sword.

What’s more, that was the order of my loving father. I am the real favored one, the leader of this war…”

The Lord of Death was somewhat helpless against this offspring who was competing with him for favor.

"Leader, have you forgotten that you have ascended to a demon?!"

Typhus spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and sneered: "Motarion, I hope you can survive under the burning sword of the Regent, instead of being like ten thousand years ago..."

"Typhus!"

Mortarion shouted in a deep voice, his patience almost reaching its limit.

In the rage of the Death Lord, the black mycelium twisted into an even more terrifying shape, as if it was about to launch an attack in the next second.

Tyvers snorted coldly and did not continue to provoke.

He was not afraid of his genetic father, but he did not want to disobey the orders of Nurgle's kind father and lose the sevenfold grace he promised.

The Lord of the Flies has decided to seek more victories in this war in order to completely overshadow the glory of Mortarion.

During the argument between the two, there was silence in the Fungal Abyss, as other beings were unwilling to get involved in the dispute.

"Ah, let me tell you a good news..."

After a few seconds of silence.

Kugath, the first favored one, finally spoke, his sad voice revealing joy: "That bastard Sithiras is dead, and his body is gone.

The Savior killed him.

That means the battle plan in the south has completely failed, and the Father will pay more attention to us."

In reality, the war between Ultramar and the Saviour Realm was led by different Nurgle factions, and they were in actual competition with each other.

They are vying for favor.

Although Ultramar is the core battlefield.

But if Sithiras can really conquer a large number of Savior's territories with his meager resources, Nurgle's war resources will inevitably tilt towards that side.

This leads to more pressure here.

However, what was unexpected was that the vanguard war there was defeated miserably at the very beginning, and the corrupt network collapsed, with no possibility of continuing.

In this way, all eyes will be turned on them by Father Nurgle, who will give them his unreserved support.

“That’s not necessarily a good thing.”

Mortarion frowned upon hearing this. "Now that the Savior's territory has resisted the invasion, it is very likely to support Ultramar. Perhaps we will face more pressure."

"The two Primarchs."

Typhus' eyes were full of fighting spirit: "Once they all die in Ultramar, we will win more glory, and the savior will be left to me!" He had never killed a real primarch yet.

He had no respect for the Primarchs, nor did he feel that he was inferior to them. Moreover, he had once designed a plan to put a Primarch, his genetic father, into a desperate situation.

Now that I have become stronger, perhaps I can do it.

What a wonderful feat and honor it would be to kill a former brother of Mortarion?

Typhus turned to Kugath and said, "When will your mysterious plague be cured? I need a portion to poison the Savior!"

"Oh no, dear Father..."

Kugashi was suddenly urged to work on his schedule, and he became even sadder:

"The plague material is ready, but I need a planet as a location, and some time to complete the greatest plague work of all time."

He scratched the back of his head and tore off a large piece of rotten skin: "Its name is the Divine Plague, a terrible virus that can kill gods. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it can be effective as long as there are enough of them.

In any case, the plague will certainly be able to kill a Primarch, which is more than enough..."

Kugath's confident words brightened the eyes of the Chaos Beings present and filled them with anticipation.

Typhus ordered a dose of poison, just like ordering the life of the savior: "I am waiting for your divine plague to come, the first favored one."

Mortarion had no objection.

He really needed Typhus to contain the Savior so that he could deal with his former brother, Regent Guilliman, without any worries.

It will cause them to sink into eternal damnation with no possibility of resurrection.

"Ah, I almost forgot an important material."

Kugath suddenly thought of something and added, "Blood, I need blood. The final step of the Godly Plague requires the blood of the Primarchs, both Primarchs.

It is not an easy task to obtain their blood..."

He became more and more frustrated as he spoke: "To be honest, I am not very optimistic about the outcome of this war, not only because of the Primarch, but also because of the Cursed One."

As he spoke, Ku'gath's body trembled slightly, as did the Great Plague, Karama and other Nurgle demons.

The First Favored One groaned, "I always tend to be pessimistic, but this time things seem to be a little beyond my expectations. The saints of the Cursed One and his undead legions are active among the stars, and the power of that One is gathering..."

In this war in Ultramar and the surrounding galaxies, there were many traces of Saints' activities.

Those guys can even turn plague into harmless water.

when!
Mortarion used the giant sickle called "Destruction" to strike the clock, attracting everyone's attention and interrupting the First Favored One.

"Everyone, the Corpse King is already a useless zombie. Maybe the zombie has started to move again, but it will not help."

He raised his voice without much worry:
“He fell into the abyss when he was at his prime, and it was 10,000 years too late, so there was nothing he could do.

Our master and his Chaos brethren are making unstoppable progress, and the galaxy is doomed to be dragged into the depths of the Warp, where the Gods will feast on the souls that reside within.

Before that, we must seize more territory for our master so that we can gain more advantages in this feast.

We need Ultramar!"

The Chaos Beings listened quietly, their worries gradually diminishing. They had no objection to the fact that the Warp would end and swallow the galaxy.

All Chaos Daemons think so.

"The key to this war is my brother, Regent Guilliman. He must die at the designated place and time in order to drag all of Ultramar into the Father's domain."

Mortarion told his plan: "Numbers are everything. We must proceed in the prescribed order. We need to occupy Yax, the seventh planet of Ultramar, and bring down seven plagues there.

And it will become the breeding ground for the divine plague.

It depends on whether Ultramar and the seven hundred surrounding worlds will fall into our hands."

"Ah, I still have to move that cauldron. Can't we pick a place closer?"

Kugath grumbled under his breath.

Mortarion gave Ku'gath a warning look. "Do you disagree with this plan?"

Kugath forced a smile and said something against his will: "No, no, no, of course I agree. I like working, especially this job. I will stay in front of the cauldron until the plague of God descends upon this world!"

Mortarion nodded and did not pursue the matter, as he knew the character of the first favored one.

That guy will definitely do everything he can to concoct the divine plague to make up for his guilt towards his kind father.

The Death Lord continued, "The corrupted network in Yax and the surrounding area is ready to go. The Plaguebringer has also infiltrated it, waiting for us to open the passage."

He looked up at the Nurgle Archdemon Karama and said, "You are responsible for activating the corruption machine and opening the passage, while Ku'gath will lead the plague ship into that world.

It will completely turn into a major epidemic star."

"I will complete the assigned mission."

The taciturn Nurgle Great Demon named Karama nodded: "All those who stand in our way will be destroyed, without exception."

This being is qualified to say this.

Because he is the second Lost One, the fifth of Nurgle's favorites, the Undead, the Dragon of Corruption, and can see the laws of time.

His strength is not inferior to anyone here, and he is not afraid even of Regent Guilliman.

It's more than enough to just capture a planet.

Afterwards, Mortarion arranged a battle plan for Plague and others. These chaotic beings must occupy more areas and form corrupt networks.

At the same time, defend against all enemies that may hinder the Father's plan.

As for Tyvers, he didn't say much.

The gene-child would be free to deal with the Primarch of Hope and his armies.

After the discussion was over, the black mycelium faded away, and the incarnations of chaotic beings also dispersed and returned to the areas they were responsible for.

hum~
A giant plague fly flew back and delivered the latest news from the battlefield.

"The Legion of Terror..."

Mortarion crushed the giant fly and absorbed the soul information in it, frowning: "When did this force emerge, and even have the name of a new god?"

He was a little shocked.

The Dread Legion attacked a Nurgle warband outside Ultramar and took all the heads.

When he finished reading all the information, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The size of the Legion of Terror was not very large, with less than 10,000 people, not enough to cause much impact.

Perhaps they are just a group of war gangs that pretend to be gods, and even the gods they worship are nameless.

Afterwards, Morataan received more information that the shadow of Khorne demons seemed to be seen near Ultramar, as well as traces of Tyranids.

After seeing this information.

He suddenly felt a chill, and an indescribable ominous premonition arose in his heart.

But this feeling is fleeting.

He was somewhat doubtful: "Perhaps, this is just an illusion."

After all, Khorne demons are everywhere, and the Tyranids only have traces of them, but no signs of them heading to Ultramar have been found.

The situation of this war is still under his control. The Regent and some important passages in Ultramar are also under his surveillance.

To be cautious, Mortarion ordered the army to expand the scope of reconnaissance and used sacred number witchcraft for divination.

Fortunately, nothing unusual happened, and there were no clues that were unfavorable to me.

That was a perfect divination result.

"Guilliman, perhaps we will soon face the final battle!"

The Lord of Death felt a little relieved and put away the divination instruments. He struck the clock that imprisoned his adoptive father's soul, causing him more pain.

His eyes contained a trace of hatred, and his tone was gloomy: "And Corpse Emperor, my good father, you will watch the empire you created fall into destruction!"
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Ultramar sub-sector, Yax.

This former agricultural planet underwent emergency transformation and became a hospital world. Almost all infected people in the war were sent here for centralized treatment.

In this way, the risk of the plague can be concentrated, and once a major crisis occurs, it can be resolved quickly.

The battleship loaded with a dozen whirlwind torpedoes was on standby in orbit at all times. The extermination order had been signed in advance and could turn all plague carriers into ashes at any time.

This is the empire's style and efficiency of doing things.

Simple and crude.

Of course, this is just the last line of defense.

With initial assistance from the Savior Territory, the planet underwent further transformations and certain core facilities were secretly built.

That is top secret information.

All participants must be reviewed regularly, must not leave the work area, and must not utter any related words.

Otherwise there will be judgment!
Today, the planet's airport is extremely busy. Batch after batch of ships come from afar, and after undergoing several disinfection procedures in orbit, they land in various isolation areas on the ground.

whoosh-

After being disinfected, the dilapidated shuttle landed in a heavily guarded isolation area.

Afterwards, a tall figure wrapped in tattered robes walked down the gangway, his heavy footsteps foreshadowing his extraordinary status.

"You're finally here, my brother!"

As soon as that being landed and lifted up his hood, another figure in azure armor came up and gave him a warm hug.

"long time no see!"

Ron also smiled after taking off his hood. He found that his brother had become much more haggard over the years.

At this moment, the two Primarchs, the hope for the future of the Empire, came to Yax in secret for a meeting.

This is an extremely important meeting that will affect the upcoming war and even the situation in the subspace.

Ron looked at the Regent and said in a gentle and persuasive manner:

"Old Ji, do you want to do something big with me?"

(End of this chapter)