Warhammer 40k: Collector of Terra

Chapter 17 The stain on the life of the Plague Son

Feeling the terrifying power coming from the Emperor's Sword, Mortarion's hateful face showed a look of shock for the first time.

As a demon prince who has already become a demon, Mortarion should crush Gawain, the new primarch who appears out of nowhere, in every aspect!
But in fact, the strength of the two is evenly matched.

At a certain moment in the battle, Mortarion even felt a hint of death fear from his cheap brother.

Although the fear only lasted for a moment, it still made the proud demon prince feel extremely humiliated.

For the demon prince, only the blood of his enemies can wash away his shame!

The Son of Plague poured all his strength into the Death Scythe. Nourished by the power of Nurgle, the viruses and fungi surrounding the Death Scythe began to become active.

Every wave of the Death Scythe can cause countless viruses and spores to spill into the air!

These vicious creations containing the power of Nurgle infect everything in the physical universe. Even the powerful Primarch has become a little sluggish under the erosion of the virus.

And this little bit of insignificance can turn into a fatal crisis at some point.

Plagues and viruses are Mortarion's advantages. As an enemy of the Plague Sons, Gawain absolutely cannot allow this advantage to continue to expand.

The original body raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and a bright golden light flashed in his pupils!Along with a suffocating sense of oppression, golden spiritual energy like the sun rushed into the Emperor's Sword.

In an instant, the blazing Emperor's fire fell from the sky.

The Emperor's Fire can restrain all forces of Chaos, and the viruses and spores released by Mortarion are essentially a manifestation of the power of Chaos.

In the face of the scorching Emperor's fire, the malevolent creations containing Nurgle's power melted away as quickly as the white snow in early spring.

"Mortarion, 1 years have passed since the Horus Heresy, but you are still a piece of pure iron waste!" The original body's voice was full of sarcasm.

The two words "waste" have a special meaning to Mortarion. Whenever he hears these two words, the Plague Son will involuntarily fall into rage.

"How dare you insult the great Son of Plague like this!" Mortarion's ugly face was full of anger, "In the name of a loving father, I will make you pay the price!"

Facing the furious Plague Son, the expression on Gawain's face remained calm and calm.

The primarch used the Emperor's Sword in his hand to sway away the ghostly Death Scythe. At the moment when the two clashed, Gawain's voice reached Mortarion's ears again.

"How can this be considered an insult?" The original body smiled evilly, "Back then, Typhons sold you to Nurgle. How can this be called an insult?"

Gawain paused, "It's true that there have been two or five children among the children of other original bodies, but like Typhons, who sold his father...you must be the first one."

[Typhons], the biggest stain in Mortarion's ten thousand years of life.

This man was once the second captain of the Death Guard Legion. On the eve of the end of the Horus Heresy, Typhons packed up his genetic father and the entire Death Guard Legion and sent them into the realm of the evil god Nurgle.

The generous and loving father cast his gaze on the Death Guard. Tortured by disease and plague, the Death Guard finally fell into the arms of their loving father.

The existence of Typhons made Mortarion the biggest joke of all the Primarchs.

Mortarion had great respect for his generous father, but for Typhons, he wanted to get rid of him quickly.The primarch's taunt managed to poke Mortarion's lung tube!In an instant, anger like a tide overwhelmed his reason.

In a state of extreme anger, the Sons of Plague's offensive became even more fierce!But corresponding to that is the move that is full of flaws.

As Mortarion slashed at the Primarch with the Death Scythe again, Gawain caught the Plague Child's fleeting opening.

The Emperor's Sword, shining with deep blue light, parried the Death Scythe, and stabbed Mortarion straight into the chest as the other Plague Space Marines watched in horror.

The sharp Emperor's Sword easily tore through the [Armor of Barbarus], leaving a hideous scar that was deep enough to see the bones on the Plague Child's hateful body.

The golden Emperor's fire lingered on Mortarion's wounds like maggots attached to his bones. The intense pain of his soul and body being burned at the same time made the Plague Child roar in pain.

The Primarch's blow successfully wounded Mortarion!In a short time, this despicable betrayer was unable to resist.

"Pay the price for your betrayal!" The original body stepped in front of Mortarion, preparing to use the Emperor's Sword to end the traitor's sinful life.

But just as the sharp sword was about to cut off Mortarion's head, a strange power of chaos appeared beside the Plague Child without any warning.

Almost instantly, the rich power of chaos formed an extremely blasphemous subspace rune.

In the flash of light, Mortarion and the Eye of Night had disappeared.

Obviously, an enemy that has been hiding in the dark has taken action.

"The hidden rat!" A flash of angry fire flashed in the original body's pupils.

Under the Primarch's wrath, the blazing fire of the Emperor covered the area where Mortarion once stood.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the energies of Chaos that comprised the blasphemous runes were consumed by the Emperor's fire.

But the original body's face was still extremely cold. In the corner of the battlefield, a huge red figure appeared there without knowing when.

The skin color is as red as blood, coupled with the iconic one eye!The identity of the visitor is already revealed.

Lord of the fallen Prospero——[Red Devil] Magnus.

Magnus was the most powerful psyker of all the Primarchs. After receiving the blessing of Tzeentch, the Lord of All Magic, the Red Devil's attainments in psionics and warp sorcery had reached the pinnacle.

There is no doubt that the blasphemous rune that rescued Mortarion just now was made by the Red Devil Magnus.

"Abaddon is so proud!" A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the original body's mouth, "The majestic Lord Prospero and the leader of the Thousand Sons Legion is actually willing to succumb to the command of the great predator."

Faced with the taunt from the Primarch, Magnus did not fall into a rage like Mortarion before him.

"Brother I have never met, you don't have to try to anger me with words." The Red Devil's voice was full of calm, "I am not the irritable fool Mortarion, nor am I as mentally fragile as him."

(End of this chapter)