Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor - #687 - Chapter 669 Doomsday Storm: Divine Plague

The silent and secret asteroid was suspended in the deepest part of the universe. On the gray sand, a pair of footsteps walked over. Those heavy boots left a deep imprint on the surface of the sand.

The gray-green armor walked among the shadows, and the light of the aging stars in the distance shone on his body from a distant place, extending the ancient and advancing armor of the sword, spreading and re-washing it under the sand of the years. On its shoulders, the gray cloak lifted up to reveal the symbol of the armor.

A crossed sickle, and a gray skull.

He walked out of the shadows and stepped into the empty space from the suspended elegant mountains. In the sky here, there were a large number of asteroids suspended. They were flying all over the sky, pulling each other and binding each other. This formed countless floating islands of different sizes throughout the sky.

He stood there, looking at the floating Broken Islands above his head. Suddenly, a heavy step attracted his attention, and he turned his head and followed the sound.

In the shadows on the side, a wave of people came closer and closer. The heavy steps were accompanied by the knocking sound of the gaps between the armors. Under the gaps, low and dull breathing also came with the footsteps. .

“Mortarion.”

The man appeared from the shadows. His huge body was illuminated by the light of the dying star. The dark green armor was covered with a large number of morbid bacteria. The armor on the abdomen was raised high, as if it was on the verge of breaking at any time. , and could not accommodate the carrier underneath, on his back, behind the tall neck guard that looked like a Terminator, countless chimneys with billowing smoke rose up.

They are not made of steel, but are made of some kind of weird biomass. The surface is flashing with translucent light, which shines out the biological light of the germ spores underneath, and the smoke is their incarnation.

“You should call me my lord, Typhonse.”

The man standing between the asteroids turned around and spoke sternly, his pale eyes flashing with anger on his pale face under his gray-white robe.

“My lord? Maybe it was once, but not anymore.”

“Aren’t you a Death Guard? Aren’t you one of them? If so, you should call me your lord, because I am your master, your master.”

“You are not my master, Mortarion, never have been. In the past I obeyed you because of the Emperor’s intimidation. Now, I am in the arms of a loving father. I have no other master but him.”

The death guard named Typhons came out, the huge horns on his head raised high, shining dimly under the dying stars, “I am his chosen one, I am his will and incarnation.” , you should call me the messenger of God.”

“God’s envoy? How dare you and others dare to humiliate me like this? Do you want me to be like a servant and a slave? Do you think you kidnapped my legion and this matter can be settled like this?”

Mortarion was filled with rage. He suddenly opened his palms, and a huge scythe war hammer appeared in his hands in the void. He held the weapon tightly and strode towards Typhons, with huge wings behind him. Suddenly unfolding, from the void, four pairs of moth-like wings blocked the light of the Pleiades.

The entire land was instantly shrouded in shadow. The huge giant strode over. He raised the sickle in his hand high and attacked Typhons. The latter stepped back and a sword appeared between his hands. The engine on the back of the scythe, half swallowed by flesh and blood, roared.

Smoke billowed out, roaring with the many chimneys behind him. Mortarion raised his scythe like a roaring gray rhinoceros, and below him, Typhons was not to be outdone. The two raised their scythes and struck each other. In the blink of an eye, the power of the plague roared out from the blades of the two men.

Sick smoke, fungi flying in the wind, and poisonous breath spread everywhere, and the earth became deep and corrupt under their feet. They were two forces of absolute destruction. Without skills, calculations and plans, this would be A competition of absolute power, comparing who is His favorite.

“enough!”

A sound like thousands of dying stars rang out from the void. If the power between the two scythes was a competition of absolute power, then when it appeared, all power would have been suppressed and crushed.

The two scythes were instantly bounced away, and the sound turned into the wind of plague and blew the two away. Mortarion and Typhons each took a few steps back and turned to look at the giant stone throne beside them.

All the mountains and asteroids floating in the sky quickly came together. They solidified, connected and regenerated each other. In the blink of an eye, the biological community spread out from the gaps. In just a few blinks, In a matter of seconds, the existence of them and those stones has completely changed.

They turned into a throne and steps of flesh and blood, on which life sprouted, and extended from there to assimilate everything around it. The carpet of flesh and blood spread out on the lifeless ground of the planet, and from there, things grew. He picked up plants from the garden, and they grew rapidly under the blowing winds of plague.

In an instant, the entire planet became lush. A large number of plants from the Plague Garden completely changed the planet. Forests grew on its barren land, and the dense water streams during the spread provided nutrients for them. They cooperated with each other, grew and spread, and finally completely changed everything that can be remembered.

And all of this is to welcome his arrival. As two towering trees grow above the Throne of Flesh, a gate slowly opens between their curved trunks. From inside, accompanied by the strong wind of the plague, An individual that was shaped like heaven and earth, yet seemed as small as the tiniest creature came out.

Its huge body was ethereal pressed on the throne made of trees, its eyes were eternally flashing with dying stars. Its figure was indescribable, and its shape was like a look that could only be described by the most insane poet. It was made of flesh and blood. , a vast mountain range of diseases, abscesses and mutations.

“My children, why are you so at war with each other? In my eyes, you are all my children.”

It said in a low voice, and the sound did not come from its mouth, but from the plague wind blowing around. It was the whole world speaking, and all the lives in the entire universe were speaking together to say that sentence.

“My father.” Typhons knelt down. He knelt on one knee. His huge body seemed out of place in that kneeling, and his hands were lame, but he still knelt down immediately, looking far away from Mortarion. , his former leaders, even his father and brothers, paid him more respect.

“What about you? My child, why don’t you kneel down?” The huge figure glanced at Mortarion. Those eyes seemed to be looking at the entire galaxy, with tens of millions of endangered species flashing in them. Dead planets, their common light converged into a long river, lighting up the eternal eyes.

“We are equal, Father of all living things, just as you promised.” Mortarion raised his head and said. He was neither humble nor arrogant. He stood there like an undefeated mountain. “All living things, no matter how big or small, are in the process of life.” You have your place in the chess game.”

“And it cannot be shaken. Yes, my children, all lives are equal. I create life, protect life, and bring changes and blessings to them, not for them to surrender.”

Said the man called the Father of All Beings, who was not a human being, but was given the name of a human being, the Lord of Life, the Guide of Destiny, the Source of Life, the King of the Cycle of Life and Death, and so on, and thousands more. , countless civilizations have given him countless names, and among them, only one is particularly eye-catching.

A loving father.

“So arise too, Typhonse, my child, I am your father, not your master, I am not him, I am not the greedy curser.”

Nurgle raised his hands as huge as the heavens and the earth and said. As he moved his hands and feet, the entire dying universe was trembling, and the newly born gardens and forests under his feet were also cheering and screaming, as if they were cheering for his arrival and side glances. All the creatures here, from the smallest Nurgling to the poisonous plague frog, etc., all laughed and laughed in the forest.

The winds of pestilence, blowing through the woods, came hither with those laughter, and gathered about Him, and in the midst of those voices His voice rang out, “Arise, child.”

“Praise your love, my father, and wish to curse the corrupt body on the throne. One day, he will completely disappear, and his body and soul will serve as nourishment in your garden.” Typhons stood up with a scythe, and he Standing in front of the throne of flesh and blood, he looked at the people on it with respect.

“What happened to your plan? My child.” Nurgle glanced at Mortarion. On its illusory face, countless overlapping faces appeared together. Sometimes they merged together, and sometimes they split into more… Many, they are always growing, aging, and reborn, which allows Nurgle to see the various stages of life on his face at any time.

It perfectly explains His existence, life and corruption.

“The stele’s sneak attack plan failed, and Vito organized it.” “Oh, may it rest in peace and return to my arms, child, it was a powerful life, a tenacious life.” “As you guided, Father of all living beings, I shaped it and gave it your mission and responsibility. Although it failed, it also achieved its purpose. “Life will achieve its own purpose.”

The loving father whispered on the throne, and the wind of plague blew from behind him with the words. The hood on Mortarion’s face was blown up together, his wings were hunting behind him, and he looked up at the father of all living things in front of him. .

“Yes, Father of All, it has achieved its purpose, it has achieved ours, Guilliman is now challenged, he will not refuse my challenge, I will wait for him at Parmenio, there, Build the stage of his destiny, where Robert Guilliman’s story will end.”

“This time is a great humiliation to the Corpse Emperor. I will laugh for it. My legions and my subjects will cheer for that moment, thinking about the Corpse Emperor’s failure.”

Mortarion tightened his grip on the scythe, and his weapon slammed into the ground. The power of the plague was released from under his feet. Everything in the entire garden and forest rustled in the wind, and there was more. of cheers.

“All life in the universe will celebrate this. My son, you have brought great joy and great gifts.” Nurgle said with a smile. Its smiling face was composed of countless faces, and they merged in an instant. At the same time, the real face was vaguely revealed behind the thick fog.

It was a corrupted face, covered with ravines and poisonous water. The Nurglings were jumping happily on the forest-like face, and the huge mouth was filled with vicious air.

“My lord, my troops have also brought you gifts.” Typhons took a step forward, closer to the throne of flesh and blood than Mortarion, as if he was worried that his words could not reach the ears of the master.

“Ah, of course my child, I saw your gift, the joyful news, the creatures of an entire planet have returned to the origin of the cycle, I welcome them in the garden, laugh for them, and they also laugh for the new life.”

“Go on, my child, bring the end and cycle to the suffering creatures in the universe, I will wait for your news in the garden.”

“As you wish, father of all living things, I will offer you a gift more precious than the original body.” Typhons clenched his fists and said affirmatively. Mortarion looked at him and frowned unhappily.

“Then let me give you a gift, Kugath, my child.” Nurgle raised his hand and called, his voice turned into a gust of wind and blew into the forest, where a crack suddenly appeared on the ground, the rocks and soil twisted and deformed, and finally formed a broken archway.

A figure walked out from underground, his huge body almost crawling out, his huge body was like a mountain rising from the ground with the movement of the earth’s crust, a mountain full of plague and death, it rose from the ground and approached with heavy steps.

He was so huge that his feet had long lost their function. Tens of thousands of Nurgle poison frogs dragged him out of the cave. His face was always smiling as always, his two tongues swung outside his thick mouth, and the larvae in his mouth, which were like pond water, were sprinkled on his body.

“My father.” He said in a low voice, and the voice rang out from countless open mouths all over his body.

“Kugath, have you completed your mission? Have you completed that masterpiece?” Nurgle asked with his head raised while sitting on the throne of flesh and blood. His head seemed to fly up and split in the diffuse mist. In the blink of an eye, countless heads appeared in the mist, bringing countless tones of questions.

Those sounds represent all the stages of life, new life, growth and finally aging, strong, decaying, sick and finally regeneration. Kugath’s ears listened to those sounds, and thick water kept overflowing from his eardrums. The Nurglings in his head were washed out, and they fell into the poison frogs, jumping and playing there.

When Kugath spoke, more Nurglings crawled out of the holes in his body. They hung on him and said together, “It’s done, it’s done!”

The Nurglings took a potion out of Kugath’s torn stomach. They passed it on, one by one, and sent the potion to Kugath’s hands. He took the potion carrier made of leather from his children’s hands, “God-killing poison, my father, bear witness for me.”

Nurgling stretched out his ethereal hand, and the finger made of smoke reached over, took the potion over, opened the bottle mouth, and swallowed one of them.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and the forest began to degrade and mutate. Mortarion looked around the gardens and woodlands. Their trees were rapidly withering and degrading. The stars in the sky turned into a sickly black color. All the stars were extinguished, and even the earth seemed to be wailing.

In the wind of plague, those faces quickly screamed and shattered. They dissipated in the mist and turned into nothingness, but in the end, they appeared again, but all of them changed. All the faces and voices on the father of all living things before all turned into new ones.

“Yes, my child, you did it, God’s plague, my greatest invention, and pride.” Nurgle raised the potion bottle high, and Ku’gath laughed. All the Nurgle spirits on his body and the poison frogs under him all cried, and they composed a happy movement with different sounds.

Mortarion looked at Zhang’s arrogant face. Ku’gath was showing off to them that he was favored by his kind father, which made the Plague King quite unhappy. What was commendable was that Typhons finally reached a consensus with his father on this point.

The two looked at Kugath with dissatisfaction, and Nurgle laughed. All the eyes on his countless faces looked at the same time. They stared at the potion bottle and followed Mortarion. Nurgle handed the plague to Mortarion.

“Go, my child, bring me that confused soul. I will wait here, in the garden, to welcome his new life.”

“He will join us, he will join us!” The Nurgle spirits cheered together. In that voice, Mortarion looked at the real face that was faintly flashing behind the mist in front of him. It smiled, and life like the entire universe crawled out of its torn mouth.

The smoke finally engulfed Mortarion. He slowly opened his eyes on his body. In an instant, the closed capsule object opened with a bang, and poisonous fog filled out from it.

“My lord.” Outside the capsule, Nelosius stood aside and greeted. Mortarion walked out. He strode through the hall of the bridge, came to the huge hanging window, overlooking the planet below and stretched out his hand.

“Let the stage rise.”