Warhammer 40k: Collector of Terra

Chapter 193 Sanguinius and Mortarion

Mortarion indeed has some unspeakable awe for his brother Sanguinius!

And this was one of the reasons why the Plague Prince did not immediately launch an attack on the Archangel.

"Are you Mortarion?" Sanguinius looked at the stinking piece of meat in front of him with a strange look, and in his words... besides the deep surprise, there was also a hint of disgust and disdain.

In the slightly vague memories of Archangel Sanguinius, although Mortarion, the Primarch of the Death Guard Legion, turned his back on the glory of the Golden Throne, he still did not abandon his own glory that belonged to mankind.

But at this moment, Sanguinius couldn't see any human characteristics in his brother.

There is no doubt that Mortarion has completely abandoned the glory of mankind and completely devoted his body, flesh and soul to the filthy power of Chaos.

The appearance of the Plague Prince at this moment is even worse than that of the ugly Chaos Egg! The reason why Mortarion fell into such a situation is, to a certain extent, inseparable from the Imperial Regent.

During the Battle of Macragge a century ago, the Imperial Regency was thwarted by the Plague Fleet before the war could even begin.

The Plague Prince at that time had been blinded by Nurgle's generous blessing! This despicable betrayer even believed that he could easily obliterate the Imperial Regent who had the Emperor's gaze on him.

But ideals are beautiful, but reality is often very skinny! !

The power that Mortarion thought was powerful had no resistance at all in the face of the golden psychic energy of the Imperial Regent.

The bacteria and viruses released by the Plague Prince were burned away by the blazing Emperor's fire, and the Death Scythe wrapped in countless fungi and viruses... also completely lost its former glory under the brilliance of the Emperor's Sword. Power!

The blazing Emperor's fire destroyed Mortarion's unparalleled pride and left a deep mark on the traitor's body.

The golden flame is entrenched deep in Mortarion's body like a skeletal beast! Even the generous blessings from the Plague Lord could not dim the brilliance of the Emperor's Fire in a short time.

The burning Emperor's fire is tormenting the Plague Prince all the time!

In order to completely get rid of the troubles of the Emperor's Fire, and to obtain more powerful power from the Plague God... Mortarion drank a sip of the solution from his father's cauldron.

That is the embodiment of bacteria, viruses, corruption and death! !

The power of corruption, surging like a tide, completely destroyed the Emperor's Fire entrenched in Mortarion's body in a very short time!

But while bringing terrifying power to the Plague Prince, the solution in the father's cauldron also brought a huge load to Mortarion's body.

Even though Mortarion fought hard with his tenacity, he still could not escape the erosion of bacteria, viruses, plague and corruption.

Thanks to his loving father's generous blessing, the solution in the cauldron did not completely destroy Mortarion... it only transformed him into his current ghostly appearance.

The generous blessings from a loving father are Nurgle's excrement accumulated in front of the Plague Throne over the years.

Although the word excrement may sound ungentlemanly, the excrement of a Chaos God... is a well-deserved holy object for most Chaos believers.

The loving father Nurgle used mountains of excrement to suppress the erosion of the virus for Mortarion!

While suppressing the erosion of the law, these excrements also subtly penetrated into the deepest parts of Mortarion's body! Even the Plague Prince's soul cannot escape the contamination from the God of Chaos.

So, in a sense...

Mortarion is now a blasphemous creation made of Nurgle's excrement.

Compared with such an ugly and foul-smelling monster, the other three descendants of the God of Chaos are somewhat cute in appearance...

Mortarion has great respect for the great father Nurgle! But the insights that once belonged to humans that remained in his soul told him that the excrement of any creature was extremely filthy.

Even the God of Chaos, who is in charge of death and corruption, is the same! ! !

Mortarion didn't want to mention his dissatisfied body with excrement! Therefore, the Plague Prince ignored the question about his appearance without any trace.

"Sanguinius, my dear brother!" Mortarion forced a smile on that ugly face, "This crazy galaxy belongs to the great and loving father Nurgle! Sanguinius , I hope you can make the right decision this time!"

Mortarion showed the greatest sincerity and tried to use these few words to... drag the holy Archangel Sanguinius into the quagmire of corruption.

But it is foreseeable that with just a few pale words... this betrayer obviously cannot shake the steely will of Archangel Sanguinius.

"I am very convinced that I am walking on the right path at this moment!" Sanguinius's words were filled with burning anger and cold murderous intent.

For Mortarion who betrayed the glory of the throne, Archangel Sanguinius has no interest in continuing to talk nonsense with this betrayer! ! !

"Mortarion, betraying the great Lord of Mankind is the most tragic decision in your life!" Sanguinius slowly raised the Spear of Completion in his hand, and pointed the hot spear tip at the demon primarch Mortar from a distance. Tarlian.

The gold flowing on the archangel's body bloomed with shining brilliance at this moment! Even Mortarion, who was hundreds of meters away from Sanguinius, felt a tingling sensation deep in his soul at this moment.

Archangel Sanguinius's choice made Mortarion's face completely gloomy.

"Sanguinius, my dearest brother! Believe me, one day you will regret your choice like no other!!"

Facing the cold-faced Archangel Sanguinius, Mortarion had exhausted his last bit of patience.

This despicable betrayer squirmed his stinking body, and with the blessing of plague and virus... he shot towards the radiant Archangel Sanguinius like a swift cannonball.

The war between the two Emperor's sons begins! !

Mortarion pulled out the fungus-covered Death Scythe from his foul-smelling spine. In front of the spear of Bespear shining with golden light... the weapon in Mortarion's hand was as if it had just been taken out of the trash. The ones picked out are generally shabby.

But facing the attack from Mortarion, Archangel Sanguinius did not dare to slack off at all.

The fungi and viruses all over the Death Scythe have been tempered by the Plague Garden! Even a Primarch who embraces the nature of the Warp is not completely immune to the virulent virus.

Sanguinius carefully dodged the fierce attack from Mortarion! At the same time, he waved the Spear of Completion in his hand to create a series of shining afterimages. As far as the current situation is concerned, Archangel Sanguinius has the absolute advantage.

Although they were both Primarchs who embraced the essence of the warp, compared to the Archangel Sanguinius who embraced the essence independently...the essence that Mortarion embraced with the help of his loving father Nurgle was only a trace of the true essence. .

Sanguinius occupies an absolute power advantage!

If enough time is given to the Archangel, Sanguinius can even use the Spear of Completion in his hand... to completely kill the blasphemous Mortarion! !

But unfortunately, time seems not to be on the side of the loyalists now! !

Fighting alone, the fallen Mortarion was certainly no match for Archangel Sanguinius.

But unfortunately, there are still two other uninvited guests watching at the edge of the battlefield at this moment.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon and the fallen Phoenix Fulgrim! !

With the blessings of the Chaos Gods, Abaddon, coupled with the family of the Prince of Joy, has the power to shake the balance of victory in this war.

When the Chaos Warmaster and Fulgrim joined the battlefield amid the roar, Archangel Sanguinius, who had the advantage, instantly fell into a disadvantage.

Facing the siege from three betrayers, even the powerful Archangel cannot sustain it for too long!

The blasphemous Phoenix Sword burned with ominous purple flames. Fulgrim held a long whip that exuded the aura of joy and depravity, and launched a raging attack on Archangel Sanguinius from various tricky angles.

The Death Scythe, covered with plague and fungi, passed through a dazzling lake of light and stabbed straight into the most vulnerable neck of Archangel Sanguinius...

Under the attack of the three betrayers, the archangel, who shone with a holy aura, was soon scarred...

The shining golden blood slowly gushes out from the wounds on the archangel's body, slowly falling towards the barren land of Cadia in the biting wind.

Being able to provide the Archangel with a way to retreat has been completely gambled away by the betrayers! Even the white wings shining with golden light behind Sanguinius were covered with scorch marks under the burning of the Phoenix Sword...

The situation seems to have reached an impasse! ! !

But even so, the holy archangel still did not give up the idea of ​​resistance! Sanguinius, holding the Spear of Accomplishment, stared at the betrayer who was gradually approaching him with his golden eyes filled with murderous intent.

For Archangel Sanguinius, the battle situation at this moment has reached a desperate situation! !

Abaddon, the God of Chaos War, thought that this would make the Archangel Sanguinius lose his will to resist, but unfortunately... he still underestimated the purity and glory of the Archangel.

Before the last trace of power was exhausted, Archangel Sanguinius struck the most glorious blow towards Chaos Warmaster Abaddon who was closest to him...

This blow embodying the will to kill was even more terrifying than the sword Sanguinius used to pierce the armor of Chaos Warmaster Horus during the Great Crusade.

Although the Chaos Warmaster had captured the trajectory of this attack, the despicable traitor had already lost the chance to dodge.

The golden light shining with pure aura was reflected in the dirty pupils of the Chaos Warmaster.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon could only watch blankly as this sharp blow was thrust towards him, but his body was unable to react half as it should! !

Although Mortarion and Fulgrim beside them had the opportunity to lend a helping hand to Abaddon, as mentioned before... after the death of the Four Chaos Warmaster Horus, the former Betrayer Alliance had long since fallen apart.

Even the interior of Chaos is not monolithic! !

In the past century, the Black Legion led by Abaddon has received assistance from the Chaos Gods!

The Black Legion, which suddenly gained strength, expanded its territory in the Eye of Terror unscrupulously, while squeezing the limited living space of other betrayers.

The attitude of most of the Betrayer Legion towards the Black Legion has changed from initially peaceful to hostile.

And if Chaos Warmaster Abaddon can fall in this war, then for other demonic primitives... it will be great news.

Mortarion and Fulgrim just stared coldly at the blow from Sanguinius, with no intention of stepping forward to aid Chaos Warmaster Abaddon!

The spear of completion flowing with golden light cut through the sky like a shining meteor, and then pierced Abaddon's most fragile heart.

The Terminator Power Armor equipped on Abaddon has been blessed by the Chaos Gods. In terms of defensive strength alone... it can even withstand the frontal bombardment of macro cannons.

But in the face of the fatal blow from the Archangel, the defense this thick set of Terminator power armor can provide to Chaos Warmaster Abaddon... is still very limited! !

The shining golden spear tip left a deep gap in Abaddon's power armor!

A blow from Archangel Sanguinius not only destroyed Abaddon's power armor, but also left an indelible scar on the traitor's body.

Black blood filled with the power of chaos gushes out from the gap in the power armor, and then slowly seeps into the desolate land of Cadia! !

The generous blessing from the loving father Nurgle tried to help Abaddon repair his injury, but the golden power left in Abaddon's wound by Sanguinius was like a beast attached to the bone, blocking Nurgle's power from taking effect.

The golden light not only blocks the healing of wounds, but also brings unparalleled pain to Abaddon who embraces the power of Chaos.

Under the painful torture, visions from thousands of years ago quietly poured into Abaddon's soul.

Those were the majestic times when Abaddon followed Horus on his Great Crusade to realize the truth of the Empire.

In Horus's mind, apart from the great Lord of Mankind, the Emperor... the Archangel Sanguinius was the being he respected the most.

If it were Horus at this moment, the former warmaster of the empire would definitely not kill Archangel Sanguinius.

But unfortunately, it is not Horus who is on the battlefield at this moment! It was Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster who was full of malice towards the Empire and the Primarchs.

"Damn Sanguinius!" Abaddon roared crazily in severe pain, "You are the person Gene Father respects most except the Corpse Emperor, but today, ten thousand years later, here with me... You are just an enemy of the Black Legion!!"

(End of this chapter)