Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 440 Mortarion: Father, has the galaxy gone crazy? !

Ultramar sub-sector, Wester system.

Void fluctuations.

The Death Lord's vehicle, the Death Guard's flagship, the Endurance, arrived in this airspace and continued to release poisonous gas.

Along with them came more Nurgle fleets, and hundreds of kilometers long plague arks swayed in the void.

Inside the bridge.

Mortarion looked at the falling galaxy with a calm gaze.

During this period of time, he placed all the corrupted machines in this area and built a dense corrupted network, with the core nodes hidden deep in West.

It became the hiding place of the first favorite Kugath, where he brewed the divine plague.

But now, the Regent and the Savior have noticed this and are coming here with great momentum, trying to destroy the great cause of the loving father.

In order to stop the two Primarchs, he had to mobilize all the Nurgle troops he could and build a new line of defense.

To buy more time.

Fortunately, this is not a big problem. I originally wanted to lure the Primarch here to carry out the final assassination plan.

Now it's just a little bit earlier.

"My Lord Death, what do you want me to do now?"

Kugath said sullenly, “Be patient, the plague will be gone soon, wait another three days, three hours, thirty-three minutes and three seconds, and it will appear in this world.

Yes, faster than you think.”

"Praise the Father..."

Mortarion was very surprised when he heard this: "Even fate is favoring us. It seems that they came just in time and stepped into the death trap cleverly!"

Thousands of years of planning are about to succeed, and the joy of harvest envelopes the Lord of Death.

Three days, just three days.

He would be able to obtain the coveted divine plague, end his brother's life, and usher in the victory of the great cause!

Mortarion looked at West in the distance, as if he had already won.

He mobilized all his troops and built a defense line in this galaxy.

Even if you keep your eyes closed, it shouldn't be impossible to guard it for three days, right?
He could even imagine a wonderful scene:

Guilliman watched as trillions of Ultramar's people perished, wailing in agony under his own plague venom, and then died completely, turning into cold corpses.

Mortarion thought proudly:
"Hypocritical Corpse King, I wonder if you feel regret and pain when you see your own child die in my hands?"

He decided to record the process of the Primarch's death and send it to Holy Terra and more territories of the Imperium.

It would be even better if the Corpse King could see it with his own eyes.

I want to let all the beings in the empire know that hope is dead and light is no longer there!
boom--

Just as Mortarion was enjoying the joy of impending victory, the Endurance was suddenly attacked by artillery fire.

That was an attack from Macragge's Glory.

"Motarion, your end is here!"

The Imperial Regent Guilliman sent a communication, his voice full of determination and confidence.

Mortarion disagreed:

"My brother, there is no need to bluff. You have neither time nor enough troops.

You can't do anything to me, my army, or break through my carefully constructed defenses. You can only watch Ultramar fall into destruction!"

"is it?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Guilliman's voice: "My army alone is indeed not enough, but my brothers have arrived, and more troops have arrived here as well."

The voice just fell.

Alarms rang out one after another in the bridge of the Endurance. These were urgent military reports from various fronts.

In the air, the star map representing the Wester galaxy lit up with red dots one after another, each representing an enemy fleet.

Soon, the star map was filled with red dots. Densely packed red dots surrounded the galaxy, coming from all directions.

For a time, all fronts were attacked fiercely, and some defense lines were even breached!

"No...how is this possible?"

Mortarion didn't bother to respond as he browsed the battle report. The number of enemies was beyond his imagination!
In addition to the fleets of the Regent and the Savior, there are also Chaos armies such as Khorne Demons and Tzeentch Demons, as well as alien armies such as Greenskins, Tyranids, Eldar, and Undeads.

The armies that had vaguely appeared in previous intelligence reports and whose whereabouts were elusive actually appeared in Wester at the same time, and were joining forces to attack Nurgle's army!
Khorne Daemons fought alongside Tzeentch Daemons and destroyed a Plague Ark.

The greenskins cooperated with the Tyranids to devour a large fortress occupied by Nurgle and rescued the prisoners?
The Eldar and the Necrons worked together to destroy a Chaos warband, the Tau aliens served as the vanguard death squad to charge for the savior, and the Ark of the Legion of Terror was invading?

Mortarion was trembling all over. The words on the battle report were so cold and unfamiliar.

He was a little dazed.

Could it be that when I was traveling in the subspace, some kind of time disorder occurred, causing the world to change?
What era is this? Is this still the Milky Way? Why are all races suddenly united?!
"Sir, what should we do?"

The chief think tank of the Death Guard was a little panicked. Apparently, all this was beyond his understanding: "All fronts are now under attack and we are requesting support.

There are too many Imperial, Chaos and Xenos armies!"

Mortarion was dizzy and trying to maintain his sanity:
“Tell…Tell Typhus, Plague, Black Death, Famine, Bad Throat, and Dwarf that reinforcements will arrive soon, and they must hold the line for three days at all costs.

This is a death order, for the great cause of my loving father..."

"Yes!"

The Death Guard's chief think tank nodded and immediately sent out more than a dozen psychic messages.

Mortarion breathed heavily, panting against his giant scythe, trying to calm his confused thoughts.

He could not accept the failure of a plan that he had carefully prepared for thousands of years, which would cause him to completely lose the favor of his loving father Nurgle.

It didn't take long.

The Death Lord looked at the Chief Think Tank who had ended the contact with an unpleasant expression, and had a bad feeling in his heart: "What's wrong, Typhus rejected my order?"

He was somewhat worried that the rebellious gene offspring would disobey his orders at this time.

That would be an unbearable betrayal.

"Lord Typhus can no longer respond to us."

There was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the Death Guard Chief Librarian: "A day ago, he led the personal guard champion and seven Nurgle demons to attack the Savior, but was ambushed by the enemy.

He was brutally besieged by the Dark Prince, the greenskin warlord Steelfang, the Grey Knights, and warriors of the Savior Ordo Xenos, and his entire army was annihilated.

The Champion of the Royal Guards only managed to recover half of Lord Typhus’ lifeless body…”

"what?!"

Mortarion's eyes went dark, and he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

His disgusting and rebellious gene offspring died, and the way he died was so... unbelievable.

Typhus was besieged by Chaos Daemons, Dark Princes, Greenskins, Grey Knights and Alien Inquisitors. How did these words fit together?

The Empire doesn't care?
However, before he could digest this sad information, the chief think tank reported new news: "There is also the Great Plague, the beloved of Nurgle..."

"What's up with him?"

Mortarion asked, the Great Plague was also responsible for an important line of defense, and no problems could occur.

“The Great Plague and the Demon Guards were devoured by a group of strange Tyranid aliens, leaving not even a skeleton. It is said that the Savior’s Sons of Man Legion also appeared with the Tyranid aliens.

They also prey on Nurgle daemons..."

what?
Mortarion's eyes widened, and he was almost speechless. His long-held worldview was repeatedly crushed in a short period of time.

Not only him, all the Death Guards in the bridge hall fell into deathly silence.

Crazy, is Galaxy crazy? ! !

Originally, the Chaos Demons were chaotic and crazy, but now the Savior's army and those aliens have become doubly crazy.

This makes the Fallen Primarch and his warriors seem a bit conservative.

Mortarion's hands were shaking, his breathing became harsh, and poisonous gas was oozing out of his ugly mask.

He tried hard to digest this weird, crazy information, trying to find a way to deal with it.

The line of Typhus had been lost, and so was the line of defence against the Great Plague.

Two important lines of defense have been breached by the enemy, and he was also blocked by the Regent. It is estimated that the other lines of defense will not be able to be held for long.

His own Nurgle army and great plan are accelerating towards failure.

"It's not hopeless yet. We still have reinforcements!"

Mortarion took a deep breath, somewhat thankful for his own caution. Before the Nurgle army gathered in the Wester galaxy, he asked Nurgle's benevolent father for several powerful armies.

They had set out from the Garden of Nurgle.

But before he could calm down, the latest news from the think tanks shattered his expectations:

"As soon as the Nurgle reinforcements set out from the garden, they were blocked by the supreme bloodthirsty demon Kabanha and were completely wiped out!"

It’s bad, this is all directed at me!
For a moment, Mortarion felt a sense of helplessness as if he was against the world, mixed with uncontrollable rage.

That fate had forsaken him, the darling of the Death Lord, the father of Nurgle.
He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of thick, burning blood and fell down as the world was spinning around him.

Because of the mask, the blood blurred the original body's twisted and rotten face, making it look particularly sad and terrifying.

"grown ups!"

The chief think tank of the Death Guard quickly used his psychic powers to support his genetic father, the Lord of Death, feeling extremely worried.

"I...it's okay."

Mortarion stopped falling in mid-air and slowly floated up. He was not as fragile as a mortal who would faint.

He made some kind of decision, his voice weak:
"Issue a new order, have all the troops shrink their defenses, and deploy elite warriors to Wester. No matter what, we must ensure that the plague arrives smoothly..."

That was his only chance to fight back, and it would only take three days.

Even if more troops are sacrificed, we must defend West!

This is not hopeless, as due to the dense concentration of corrupted machines hidden on Wester, orbital strikes cannot affect the space where Ku'gath is hiding.

It is enough to hold the ground defense line, but it requires more sacrifices.

"For the great cause of my loving father, it's all worth it."

Mortarion thought so.

He looked at the Death Guard champions around him and said, "Go, follow me to West and redeem this with your life!"

……

The Heart of Fear moved forward amid the roar of artillery fire, gradually approaching the planet Wester.

Ron sat on the dark throne, and the demonic flames on the Dark Prince's body became even more intense, emitting a deterrent demonic power.

That meant that the Legion of Terror spread more fear during the war and his power grew.

He looked down at his subordinates in the hall.

Now, the hall is full of demons dancing wildly:

The ferocious demon chicken thief, the steel-toothed green-skinned warlord, the high-level Tyranid leader, the dark thunder guard, the chaos terror warrior and the somewhat shy Tau Ether Commander in the corner.

They are all their own people.

Go, go, go.

A cruel and terrifying chewing sound was heard, as if countless sharp teeth were peeling off the skin and bones, and foul-smelling pus splashed everywhere.

This time, Commander Detai retreated further away.

"Hey, Old Eight..."

Ron frowned.

He stared at the high-ranking Tyranid leader who was happily chewing the ground after pulling out half of a live Nurgle demon at some point in the hall, and scolded:
"Can you eat less and pay attention to the occasion?"

What’s the difference between this and eating shit in public, and it’s still fresh.

More than ten years ago, Ron obtained a complete hive mothership and captured and trained a special little worker insect named Abathur.

Now he has become a high-level Tyranid genetic engineer, and has transformed and bred a group of Tyranids with special tastes who like to devour Nurgle demons.

The high-level Tyranid leader in front of him, named Lao Ba, is the command core of the Zerg fleet.

squeak--

The Tyranid leader, Lao Ba, felt the suppression from the psychic network and genes. Blade Wing and the Lord of the Hive were scolding him!

He hurriedly put away the half of the fresh, still moving Nurgle demon.

The little eyes looked towards the throne in fear and became extremely honest.

Ron stopped blaming Lao Ba and shifted his attention to the battlefield star map in mid-air.

The situation on all fronts is now very good, and the Heart of Terror is rapidly approaching Wester under the cover of the Eldar and Necrons fleets.

The next goal is to reach the surface of the planet, find the hidden plague factory, and resolve the threat of the divine plague.

Moreover, the new black oil man and great sage Maou of the Demon Research Institute unexpectedly sent a new request, prompting him to temporarily change his plans.

Perhaps he could achieve more results through the Battle of West.

Ron stared at his subordinates under the throne with his scarlet eyes: "Go, prepare for ground combat!"

……

Wester, Heka Harbor.

Major Ward of the 97th Cowes Regiment lay prone on the sandbags of the outpost, using an electronic telescope to observe the fog on the coastline. He could faintly hear the sound of dark blue water hitting the breakwater.

Fortunately, there are no signs of the plague abomination attacking yet.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky again, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. The damp and dirty air in the full-face breathing mask became even more unpleasant.

Ward's dull voice penetrated the mask: "Emperor, perhaps the end of Heka Port is approaching..."

The capital of this fringe galaxy, Wester, is the major's hometown. It has vast plains and beautiful coastlines, and not much industrial pollution.

More importantly, it's located in Ultramar.

Although it is not very developed and has little presence, it is at least under the protection of the Imperial Regent and the Ultramarines.

The local imperial subjects lived and worked in peace and contentment and were able to afford the corresponding taxes.

However, the coming of the plague abomination almost destroyed everything, a fierce war broke out in Ultramar, and Wester was in danger.

The capital of this marginal galaxy was invaded by a plague, and one-third of the continent fell, turning into a living hell.

Fortunately, the local army held the line and was stuck in a long stalemate with the invading plague abomination.

There is certainly a lot of suffering here, with hundreds of thousands of people dying every day.

But judging from the overall situation in Ultramar, the war on Wester was insignificant. The invading plague army was so small that it would not even be recorded in the core battle reports.

Almost no one pays attention to this unimportant marginal area, nor can they care about it.

But in just a few weeks, the situation here changed dramatically, and a massive fleet of plague abominations poured into this galaxy with only a few planets.

Even the Regent and the Savior are on their way.

Ward adjusted the magnification of the electronic telescope, his heart trembling.

This was not the first time he had looked into West's airspace, but every observation was terrifying.

Because he could no longer see any starry sky, instead there were warships covering the sky, some human, some Chaos, and some alien.

It seemed as if the entire army of Ultramar had gathered here. The constant bursting of shipborne artillery and exploding hulls completely lit up the sky of Wester.

It loses the night.

That means that Wester has become the core of this war, and the Empire, Chaos and more armies are fighting for control here at all costs!
Ward couldn't figure out why this happened, and his superiors didn't reveal any relevant information, but only ordered him to hold the line.

But he knew clearly that it was no longer important whether the line of defense he was responsible for could be held or not.

They become insignificant in the midst of an apocalyptic war of this magnitude, and any aftermath of any war could kill everyone and even destroy the planet.

“West is like a small sampan in the sea. The storm has already started, and the people of this planet have long lost control of their own destiny.

It could capsize at any time..."

Ward thought so.

Although he was afraid and terrified, he had no intention of retreating and was determined to hold the line at any cost.

Because it concerns the lives of the 97th Regiment of Calth and tens of millions of people in the port city of Heka. Even though they are insignificant, they will not receive any attention.

He wants to protect his home, even at the cost of his life!

Suddenly, Ward noticed the flames falling from the sky and immediately screamed in the communication channel: "Everyone, find shelter, the tsunami is coming again!"

The circular wreckage of the Titanium alien warship was attracted by gravity and crashed into the sea in the distance, burning.

boom--

The violent impact created high waves that rushed towards the defense line, and the impact flooded many low-lying areas.

Some unlucky soldiers were even swept away.

Ward struggled to get up from the mud, and the polluted air in his mask had a hint of salty smell.

He realized that there was a hole in his protective suit, which was a very dangerous thing.

However, before he could react and make repairs, the sergeant's cry came over the communication channel:
"Sir, the abominable zombies have started to attack again. No, there are also... demons and heretic warriors. There are too many enemies!"

The major's heart immediately tightened and he looked towards the coast. He didn't know when plague zombies began to crawl out of the mud.

Along with the Plague Zombies, there are also many Nurgle Space Marines.

In the bay farther away, tall demons stood up one after another, their ugly, pus-oozing bodies polluting large areas of the sea.

This is just one direction; heretic and hateful armies also appeared in other directions.

The army of Nurgle has entered Wester on a large scale, and the numbers are reaching a terrifying level!

Accompanied by an alarm.

The whistling poison gas bomb hit the checkpoint not far away. Thick yellow smoke filled the air and the sounds of soldiers vomiting and wailing in pain could be heard.

Looking at this scene, he suddenly felt despair. That was a terrible enemy that no mortal army could resist!
(End of this chapter)