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

"Because I realize that the Emperor is a liar." Mortarion's voice was filled with resentment. "When I first met him, he took away the goal I was fighting for without a care. All the sweet words that followed were just to deceive us, control us, and use us to make him take a step further on his own path to godhood! The poison he left behind ten thousand years ago is still harming this universe, and I will correct this with the gospel and joy from the Garden of the Kind Father!"

"…And you still say that 'I' don't have free will." Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered softly.

She knew Mortarion could hear her, so she quickly added her next words before he could get angry: "I understand why you are 'standing here' now, but what I really meant was, 'in the first place', why did you choose to take up arms?

"--Before the Emperor came to Barbarus, why did you pick up the scythe and start fighting? What did you want to defeat? What did you want to resist? What did you want to destroy or save? What was your original wish, do you still remember?"

"I--"

Here Mortarion suddenly got stuck.

Six o'clock (meow)

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Chapter 119: There is no cure, no hope, just wait to die.jpg

What did I think at that time?I escaped from the mountains, I escaped from the adoptive father who tortured me countless times, I escaped from the heights to the lowlands, I saw "human beings", and I realized -

——How stupid I was at that time.

Looking back on his past life from his current perspective, Mortarion found his youth ridiculous. How could he have considered Nurgle's blessings to be such an evil poison and corruption?

If a person looks back on his life, he will often think that his past self was stupid from the perspective of the future. Mortarion therefore did not realize that his mind was modified by the power from the warp. This subtle modification has been going on for ten thousand years since he knelt down before the god.

This modified thought quickly ran through the Demon Primarch's narrow-minded brain, and then Mortarion replied:

"I raised my army to kill my adopted father who tortured me. I hated him. I despised him. I swore I would defeat him," he said. "But that goal was easily taken away by the Emperor. He may be my biological father, my creator, but he was only using his power and authority to ravage the galaxy. These things did not matter to him."

He slightly lifted up a small incense burner hanging on the Silence, and a strange soul was faintly struggling and flapping its wings and howling inside it: "Fortunately, the generous and loving father made me see all this clearly, and used His great power to make up for the shortcomings of my life. With His permission, I will also launch an eternal challenge to the corpse on the throne."

"...Ah." Fujimaru Ritsuka showed a helpless expression, "To be honest, I never expected that you are much better than Conrad in 'self-deception'."

"What did you say?"

"Don't you realize the logical loophole?" Fujimaru Ritsuka moved the scepter from the left to the right, leaving Mortarion no time to refute, and asked questions like a machine gun, "I have studied you - to be precise, I have studied all the Primarchs under the Emperor's instruction and guidance. The reasons you described do seem to be tenable, but if it is just a simple emotion of hatred for your alien adoptive father, can it really support you in building Barbarus into the appearance that the Emperor saw when he first came under such difficult conditions?"

"that is because--"

"——Perhaps you will justify this by saying that you need an army, but if the purpose is simply to defeat the sorcery overlords, do you really need it? Moreover, if you only want to avenge your adoptive father, is it necessary to eliminate all the sorcery overlords on the entire planet?"

"Psychic races may well have—"

"Yes, we all saw it. After so many years, your alien adoptive father was still captured by you in the form of a soul. If you don't kill him, he might find some way to possess another overlord and make a comeback. Speaking of which, how did you, who have always hated witchcraft, capture a 'soul' that obviously does not exist in the material world? Witchcraft?"

"That is the power generously lent to me by my kind father Nurgle!"

"The situation is a bit worrying. Do you remember the definition of 'witchcraft'? As an official and legal user of witchcraft in the Empire, I can kindly remind you that 'witchcraft' is essentially a kind of psychic magic that is performed by borrowing power from powerful beings in the warp."

"……shut up."

"Then let's change the topic. Do you really think that the Lord of Plague is a generous god? I remember that you still had the title of 'Lord of Death' when you were under his command, right?"

"--Shut up!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored the furious Mortarion and continued to show his true colors at his own pace:

"——Then why can't you even decide the death of your own offspring?"

At that moment, the Chain Blade of Annihilation roared, and the huge scythe fell from the sky towards Fujimaru Ritsuka with unimaginable speed; the basic Kavenan, Spumeda and Mamiyadez floating beside the latter were launched forward almost at the same time, and after the loud noise caused by the two powerful weapons colliding with each other, the attack path of the giant scythe was deviated.

——It's not that Fujimaru Ritsuka's reaction speed can catch up with the speed of the demon primarch's attack. It's like she fired three basic missiles at the same time, but only the latter two hit successfully. She could react so quickly only because she predicted that Mortarion would be furious at this time.

At the same time, there was a slight sound similar to breaking glass, which, despite being covered by such a loud noise, still miraculously echoed in the ears of everyone present.

The originally frozen time began to flow again: the diseased scales on Mortarion's wings flew forward like smoke as he moved, and Arjuna's blue-green arrows burned them up with hellfire at the same time; Sigismund quickly stepped forward to protect Fujimaru Ritsuka's fragile body from the possible explosion, and the Sword of the Emperor was handed to Mortarion's heart at this moment, the brilliant psychic flames on it were as fierce as Guilliman's own anger at the moment.

"How is this possible!" Mortarion roared as he used the long pole of his scythe to block the fatal blow from his brother, but no one answered him.

In the idealistic field of psychic energy, the importance of the parties' beliefs, or beliefs, is unimaginable, especially in this situation where two subspace powers compete with each other in the real universe through their respective spokesmen. of witchcraft.The two are neck and neck in an invisible battle, and time is temporarily frozen because of this. Once a problem occurs in a certain link and the balance is broken, the consequences will be fatal to the losing party.

——And the reason why the balance was broken was that in that moment just now, Mortarion questioned his God.

Not only Mortarion was struggling under Guilliman's violent offensive, but also the Nurgle demons behind him who were in mourning were feeling the pressure. For them, the destructive power from the Emperor was like a physical force pressing down on them in an instant. The weaker ones were almost wiped out without even a groan; the stronger ones fell into confusion and were quickly killed by the Imperial soldiers; and the Great Unclean Ones like Ku'gath tried to forcibly tear open a warp rift in reality so that they could escape from this terrible battlefield.

Perhaps it was pure luck, or perhaps it was because the Father really favored it, Kugath succeeded. It drilled into the rotating aura with a speed and agility that a Great Unclean One should not have, and returned to the high heavens where it was safer and more habitable. It rolled and crawled forward in fear, desperately trying to get away from where Parmenio was - it was too terrible, too dangerous, and it was a rare experience in his life that was so close to death.

That felt really bad.

The always sad and painful Plague Father even forgot to shed tears for his compatriots this time, and only wanted to return to Yax. Before it received the grace of the loving father, it was a so-called "Garden World" in the Empire, a magnificent model and template for all the worlds of the Empire. It was also planned as a "Hospital World", and Nurgle's corruption of it began at this time.

Now, it is a lovely enough planet in the eyes of the Great Unclean Ones, full of fatherly love, decay and plague. In a sense, it can be said to be the beginning of everything, and everything will end on it. This is what the Warp originally predicted, and this is what Ku'gath originally planned, but now, everything has changed.

After an immeasurable, long and short period of time, Kugath returned to the plague factory he built on Yax. This was originally the largest hospital and sanatorium on Yax, but now, apart from the few remaining buildings, it has nothing to do with its original purpose.

Countless Nurglings were busy and laughing here, collecting viscera, eyeballs, limbs and tongues from the entire sick and polluted planet, fungi, viruses, corruption and mutations, all gathered here, waiting for the master of this place, the Father of Plague, to use. And it, Ku'gath, should have been surrounded by its adjutants and perched high in the center of the entire factory, stirring the soup pot it borrowed from its kind father Nurgle, using the resources of the entire planet and a drop of blood from the cursed son, trying to refine an unprecedented plague.

It should have been like this. It had not taken a single drop of blood, and had lost all its lieutenants. Its work had clearly failed beyond reasonable doubt, but the energy of the Warp here was still corrupt, stagnant, and pleasing to it. The terrible energy of the Damned, intent on destroying everything, had been left behind on Parmenio, and it was safe here.

This realization made Kugath slightly relieved. He rested for a while, calming his frightened heart, and then slowly moved forward, wanting to return to the soup pot. He thought he had to check whether the little creatures were lazy and neglected to stir the soup pot when he was away, causing the contents of the soup pot to coagulate. But in the next moment, another strange throbbing made him look up in confusion, and what he saw made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave in an instant:

A second golden sun appeared in the sky.

This was not a natural phenomenon. Kugath didn't know why it happened, but he knew what it was. He had just seen a similar scene on Parmenio not long ago:

The Storm Edge, suspended in mid-air, is charging the Holy Sword weapon on the bow.

Extreme fear made Ku'gath jump up from where he was. He didn't understand why the weapons of the cursed could come and go freely in such a solid area of ​​the Father's Gift. He ignored all the nearby Nurglings that blocked his way, ignored their confused or terrified shouts, and ruthlessly crushed their tiny bodies under him. Here, he used the fastest speed in his life, trying to rush to the soup pot given to him by his father - he had made a mistake when he was born, and he couldn't make it again.

The Plague Father Kugath, the third most favored demon in the army under the benevolent father, puffed up his body and hugged the soup pot that was big enough for the Great Unclean Ones before the final moment. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to shrink the soup pot a little so that he could leave the planet with it, a golden beam of light fell from the sky, covering the entire plague factory.

"Do not--"

The sky and earth changed color, the wind and clouds rolled, nothing could be retained in such a powerful energy beam, not even the voice of the Great Unclean One. After this momentary and eternal light dissipated, the thick clouds that had been polluted into yellow-green in Yax suddenly cleared up, and the air filled with decay and stench began to become fresh from this place.

At the point where the beam of light landed, the original hospital, the later temple of the evil god, the unjustly dead and filth, the Nurglings running around, and the fleeing Great Unclean Ones among them, had all disappeared.

The soup pot that Kugath risked his life to protect was turned into unrecognizable scrap metal and fragments by the impact of the energy.

In the capital city that was deliberately left behind on this planet, before the people who realized the energy fluctuations through the auspicious instrument tried to come and check it out, the Storm Edge had already dived through the imaginary numbers and silently disappeared behind the curtain again.

It has another destination to go to.

Miu (no more)

Actually, there is a question about Ku'gath that confuses me. In Plague War, it is written that it is the third most favored demon, but in God's Plague, it becomes the first most favored (and it is still fighting with Rainfather in the office). This really confuses me. And because three is more paternal in numerology (?), I chose the third most favored statement here.

I have a quote that I really wanted to use as the title of this chapter, but in the end I was defeated by Bian Que's three consecutive quotes. I have to show it here:

The antonym of Nurgling is dishwashing liquid.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 120 The last person who had this doubt was called Goetia

As long as I can kill a mortal.

Mortarion thought as he used his immense strength to wield the Emperor's Sword.

It would be enough to kill a mortal who might be a little special but whose vitality was by no means too strong.

He quickly spun the handle of the Annihilation, and even though the scythe couldn't turn around in time, he was still able to smash the long handle of the scythe into Guilliman's chest in time.

The Armor of Destiny was indeed an outstanding weapon. The seemingly flashy carvings on its chest actually blocked the solid blow for the Imperial Regent with its own hardness and toughness when the defensive force field failed to activate in time. But at the same time, Guilliman did have to take two steps back due to the impact of the blow.

Mortarion continued to spin the Silence in his hand, and the war scythe that was adapted to his now larger body also became larger, which made some tactics that were originally untenable now available. He intended to let his weapon bypass Guilliman who was blocking in front of him and go straight to the tiny and fragile target he had identified - the girl's height might not even be as long as the tip of the scythe that was deliberately cut flat. If the high-speed spinning chain blade even touched her, she would undoubtedly be shattered to pieces.

But at this moment, three blue arrows suddenly arrived, and the flames on them ignited the corruption on the war sickle, and the huge kinetic energy that was precisely calculated deflected the sickle. This could not stop Mortarion, but it forced him to pause for a moment - but it was this momentary difference that made him watch helplessly as Akuldona picked up his target and blended into the sea of ​​Astartes.

The purple-gold armor of the Emperor's Son stood out among his cyan cousins, so it should have been easy to chase him. However, in that crucial moment just now, Robert Guilliman also readjusted his center of gravity and swung his sword forward again as if nothing had happened.

This time, all of Silence's attacks were successfully blocked or dodged by the opponent, and the flames of the Emperor's Sword once again burned Mortarion's throat with his every breath. The Ultramarines' Primarch had quickly adapted to the Demon Primarch's current tactics in the previous rounds, and the swordplay that was originally performed with a two-handled greatsword became more sophisticated with the inner circle of the long-handled scythe.

This is wrong, this should be a piece of cake, why -

"Why stop me!" He roared at his brother, his chain blade roaring and slicing at his opponent's power armor in an unpredictable arc. "If I can only--"

“You can’t!” The Emperor’s Sword once again blocked the long handle of Silence. The wood, which should have been extremely tough due to the infiltration of the energy of the subspace, cracked due to this collision. “You have made enough mistakes! I won’t let you continue!”

This is wrong, he shouldn't be so embarrassed.

Mortarion flapped his wings behind him, wanting to fly into the sky, but he suddenly found that it was extremely difficult to do so. Since the balance was broken, the Emperor's psychic power began to invade the father's field almost endlessly. The warp that was originally friendly and gentle to him became cruel and heavy under the will of the corpse on the throne. When the war scythe in the hands of the demon primarch once again intersected with the Emperor's sword, he was surprised to find that Guilliman's power overwhelmed his own.

"You will not succeed! You will die here!" the Imperial Regent roared. The bolt from the Hand of Domination accurately hit the eye of the Daemon Primarch, forcing him to fall back to the ground. "Face me! You deserve it!"

The father's sigh clearly echoed in Mortarion's ears, and the latter knew that it was time for him to go. After the anger gradually subsided, fear surged like a tide. The demon primarch once again parried his brother's attack, using the range advantage of the long-handled scythe to distance himself from the opponent, and then took advantage of this gap to swing the Silence to try to tear open the curtain.

The Lord of Death tries to escape death.

As always, his scythe was stuck between reality and illusion. He could have easily used the magic bestowed upon him by Nurgle to tear open a passage for himself to enter - but it didn't work this time.

It was as if the Warp on Parmenio had become a block of unfeeling steel at the Emperor's will, one that grimly refused his passage.

Mortarion turned back in despair, and the Primarch's reaction force made him tilt his body to the left in an instant, but he was still a moment too slow.

Guilliman's Emperor's Sword had already cut through the armor on his right arm, and blazing flames rushed through the wound and penetrated into his body, igniting equally blazing pain in his nerves.

-

The rumbling sound once again rang out in the preaching hall of the Tyros Cathedral. This time, the Astartes, who were somewhat prepared, did not behave in a panic like last time. However, Caelia, who had been huddled in a chair and chanting incoherent prayers, suddenly jumped up from her place like a frightened little rabbit, looking around in a panic.

This made Diglis alert: "Do you feel anything?"

"'He' is leaving." said the girl.

As she said this, everyone present had an intuitive feeling. The light in the entire hall seemed to dim for an instant, and the murals and gilded carvings on the wall seemed to become less brilliant. The emperor's statue, which stood in the most eye-catching position in the entire space, also lost its original spirit, lowered its head again, and looked down indifferently at the countless people in the entire hall.

Even the uninspired Untouchables could confirm at this moment that something had indeed left the church.

"What did 'he' say?" Diglis asked softly.

The expression on Kellya's face was a mixture of confusion, bewilderment, panic and fear: "...I, I don't understand."

She took a deep breath, managed to calm herself down, and spoke again:

"'He' said--"

-

"A strange country, the end of time."

The dark sky cleared up with this announcement, and an unnatural azure blue enveloped the ruined land of Parmenio. Space itself was like a building block in the hands of a child, but no soldiers of the empire were harmed by this sudden incident.

"——But the sword is in his hand. The city walls are strong, and cheers resound through the miles."

Behind the battle line, there are strong cities and high walls standing in the air. A thin and blurry figure stands on the top of the city wall - maybe it is Fujimaru Ritsuka, maybe not, but it doesn't matter. At this moment, what Camelot needs on the top of the city wall is not a "specific person", but an "ideal king". No matter who it is, it is just a container for the concept of "king".

"At this moment of cold victory—"

In the bright day, there is still a single star twinkling in the sky. Under the shining of the star, the "king" ordered:

"Round of Avalon!"

A kind of blessing, or protection, descended upon all the imperial soldiers on the battlefield with this announcement. It was as if the power surging from the depths of their souls made them, who were already exhausted, feel that they could continue to fight the enemy for another 300 rounds. However, they were embarrassed to find that because of the abnormal movement in space just now, even the front line had distanced itself from the enemy.

“What are you doing?” Guilliman, who was pulled to the back out of nowhere, yelled angrily to the back, “He will—”

He paused as he saw Fujimaru Ritsuka on the city wall, and the latter's current state made him speechless for a moment.

Brilliant golden light flowed out from her originally light amber eyes, and it was as if all the vitality and energy of the girl had been stripped away from her body without a trace. What was left in its place was only a human figure with an empty shell, a part responsible for performing mysterious tasks.

This was a conceptual understanding, a perceptual perception. Guilliman originally did not believe in such illusory things, but at that moment, he was extremely sure that Fujimaru Ritsuka could no longer receive any information from the outside world.

She indeed ignored any noise coming from the city, and just continued the ritual peacefully: