Chapter 729 173 Not a Very Human Person

Chapter 729 173. Not very human

(At the request of book friends, “+” was changed to “‘’”)

You realize the crime he's about to commit.

From this you panic.

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Magnus let out a short scream.

For a wizard who is used to staring into the subspace for a long time, what just happened is difficult to understand, even now.

The god has arrived. With extraordinary arrogance and wildness, this golden god is almost crazy to the point of insanity - He just descends like this!

Magnus was screaming.

Then, perhaps a few seconds passed, perhaps a few years passed. In short, during a period of dizziness in his soul, the red fool finally regained half of his clarity.

Then he came face to face with Him.

That golden sun.

He is so bright that all filth will be hidden under Him. There will be no blind spots of shadow. Light will come from all directions, piercing between cells and deep into the soul, no matter which side the original body faces. Looking——

This ever-cold, ever-hot golden sun will always hang directly above his head. People can only look up to Him and worship Him.

Did he really want to fight this being?

Magnus felt the scream coming from his throat again, an instinctive reaction when faced with something too incomprehensible.

He knew that the Lord of Humanity might have an extremely magnificent side, but he would never have imagined that the true form of the Lord of Humanity would be so unaccustomable that anyone facing Him would only have one emotion, and that would be to kneel down tremblingly.

Magnus was about to turn around and run away. He was originally threatened by Malcador——

And the Primarch had no hesitation in assuming that other Primarchs, such as Guilliman and Corax, would also choose to avoid fighting.

But just when the Crimson Primarch made up his mind to leave directly, some kind of existence stopped him.

That is...Him.

The pale blond man was looking at him from the next corner with his head tilted, his long hair as if it were molten gold hanging down like a waterfall, and he blinked his inorganic eyes.

'Aren't you going to help your brothers? ’

【I……】

Magnus subconsciously took a few steps back, his tone weak. He didn't even know the Lord of Mankind's attitude towards this matter for a moment. Shouldn't the Emperor be opposed to this farce?

‘You can go and see them. ’

The burning shadow said casually. He raised his head and looked over there. In the golden light that was so strong that it almost blinded him, he suddenly saw two discordant colors.

It's Mortarion and Sanguinius.

The Lord of Mankind did not stop speaking.

'I am grateful for the choice you made, Magnus. You showed wisdom far beyond my plans, so I have decided to forgive you once - and I should forgive you more. ’

The last sentence is more like talking to myself.

'But don't bother me anymore, Magnus. ’

The Lord of Humanity said lightly. He threw something at Magnus. Magnus caught it in a panic. Yao Jin's figure then disappeared directly.

'I have a surprise for each of you - you should come over. ’

The last words disappeared in Magnus's ears, but the giant suddenly couldn't stop shaking violently. In his hand was a green-skin-style scepter.

Magnus remembered this scepter... it was... it belonged to the green boy he taught...

That greenskin is dead?

Has the Lord of Mankind discovered it?

Magnus trembled, whether because of the green wizard's death or because the evil deeds he had committed were discovered by the Lord of Mankind.

The original body trembled and stroked the scepter. Unsurprisingly, he found some psychic remnants among the gems inlaid on the top of the scepter. This was a fragment of memory that had been specially preserved - the key was -

A green light lit up, the first glowing spell Magnus taught the greenskins.

"Hello, wise man,"

A familiar greenskin appeared in front of Magnus, only larger and more ornately dressed.

"I think you will eventually receive this memory. This means that I died at the hands of your own people, but you don't have to be harsh. War and death are the truth in this galaxy."

"I keep this memory just to say goodbye to you properly,"

Mage boy lifted up his wizard robe and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your teachings to me. You have truly carried out the teachings - but I suggest that you don't be so generous next time. This will only hurt you. This cruel galaxy is not suitable for people like you."

"So,"

Mag boy said,

"Goodbye, teacher."

The memory disappeared, and Magnus felt his soul burning. He didn't know what to feel, he didn't know how to react, but he only felt that it was ridiculous and unspeakable.

The red giant even felt ashamed for a moment. He was just doing it for fun at first, but later he began to look forward to the green skin's amazing learning talent - he was indeed interested in a few green skins who talked about philosophy, but that was just …

yes……

Magnus could no longer think about it. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead, and reality did not give him time to think. From a distance, Magnus noticed the people raising the blade of rebellion.

The Crimson Primarch suddenly went limp, and his eyes suddenly went dark, and the scythe of death seemed to pass by.

Mortarion "evolved" again.

The fog of death.

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Human beings are always afraid of unknown existences, the dark night that cannot be seen from a distance, the fog that makes one's fingers invisible... In the classics of various civilizations, there will always be a poisonous miasma filled with white fog all year round.

Either a swamp, a mountain, or a deep forest.

It is associated with poison gas, insect buzzing and death.

The black-haired middle-aged man hummed his own song cheerfully and walked on the path full of white embers. The mist around him tried to grab the corners of his clothes, but always ended in failure.

‘Sloth is not a good thing. ’

Neos said, waving the smoke with his hand. Compared with the rest of his brothers, Mortarion did not have any subjective enthusiasm.

Fortunately, subsequent education helped him change this, and the Lord of Humanity was satisfied with it.

He continued walking until the mist thought he was lost, and then the Emperor walked straight toward the very core of the mist, where a more essential existence awaited him.

‘A backward village? ’

The black-haired man said curiously. Deep in the mist, a small village appeared here. He remembered that this place was still deserted when he first came.

Neos still remembers the true place of Sanguinius, which was originally a violent place spewing blood as hot as magma.

But after that, Sanguinius, who loved art, reshaped that place into a corner of the Garden of Eden, where blood turned into clear springs, green shades covered desolation, and birds chirped.

Nyos also spied on Rogal Dorn's golden heir in his dreams.

Different from the original barren land of hard rocks, Dorn built an endless defensive fortress out of hard rocks in his soul. The rigor and completeness of its defenses even put the Lord of Man to shame—— That is a fortress that can never be breached.

Neos believed that even Khorne himself would not be able to breach the fortress - as it was "unbreakable" in its very conception.

An insect chirping brought Neos back to his thoughts.

Neos blinked and watched the child run past him.

It's unimaginable.

In the mist of poisonous miasma, behind the realm of absolute death, Mortarion actually chose to build a village, where vitality and popularity suddenly appeared.

Even though the village was submerged in an almost blinding white fog.

Neos squinted his eyes and saw farmland further away, with deteriorated plants planted on it and people working in it. There were even fertile wells in the fields.

In Guilliman's farm fantasy, these would probably not appear. Neos thought in due time that Guilliman would probably build a modern farm like a large farmer——

Rather than the village with rather primitive farming methods in front of him now.

This is Mortarion.

The Lord of Humanity shook his head, as stubborn as ever. The synonym of tenacity is stubbornness, difficulty in accepting new things, and aversion to change. A primitive village——

This does appear in the Mists of the Pale Lord.

After a while of commenting, Neos satisfied his desire to comment on his offspring, so he continued walking inside. The villagers subconsciously avoided him, just like Mortarion himself.

Unexpectedly, there are quite a few children in this village, and the laughter of children playing around can be heard constantly in the ears of the Lord of Humanity——

Children are a symbol of peace and prosperity in a region, and also represent the subsequent prosperity of this civilization.

The Lord of Mankind walked through streets without aesthetics, the fog always accompanying him, getting thicker and thicker...

Finally, he found his rebellious son under the largest tree in the center of the village.

Under the bone-pale tree trunk, a hooded boy of ordinary size leaned in front of the tree, holding a sickle in his hand and saying nothing, as if he was rooted here like a bone tree, like the patron saint of the village.

‘Don’t talk and pretend to be an expert? ’

Neos raised his hand as a greeting and used words he thought were humorous.

He knew Mortarion disrespected him, so he didn't have to respect Mortarion either.

[Old thing, die soon. 】

The short mouthful, the ultimate enjoyment, Mortarion did not waste any words. The young man pretending to be a sculpture stood up suddenly, and the ground immediately shook violently.

'Then I'm going to disappoint you - your lifespan will be shorter than mine. ’

Neos said, jumping up suddenly, avoiding the ancient tree and pulling out branches from the ground - Malcador's socks. The root of the ancient tree looked like a huge insect-shaped limb. No wonder Nurgle preferred it. Mortarion.

[You even chased me here...]

A pale face suddenly popped out, and Neos, who was stuck in the air, immediately dodged with a double jump in the air, and the long and curved bone sickle just missed his feet.

This is Mortarion's domain, so the Pale Lord has absolute authority here.

'Too slow. ’

Neos launched a triple jump in the air, and he just turned 360 degrees. When he rolled 180 degrees, he reached out his hand and gently touched Mortarion's head, which was sliding under him.

It was a symbol of fatherly love, evoking feelings of filial piety that Mortarion may not have had in his heart.

After the first exchange of blows, the two returned to the ground again——

Neos was very pleased to see that Mortarion's pale face finally had some blood.

Mostly out of anger.

‘You still have a lot to learn. ’

The Lord of Mankind said,

‘There’s nothing to be excited about, after all, I’m always happy when new things come out. ’

[My happiest thing right now is to attend your funeral and spit on your coffin. 】

Mortarion roared like a wild beast. This time, the small village finally disappeared. The world collapsed, and Neos smelled a familiar feeling——

oh? Nurgle's Garden?

This came as a surprise to him, but the Pale Lord had indeed captured a section of Nurgle's garden realm and made it his own.

Mortarion actually has the ability to forcibly peel off a realm from the Emperor, but that means that the Lord of Mankind has to play the game of "who can last for thousands of years" with the Pale Lord.

Nios had no patience when it came to spending time with his children, so he chose to make a quick decision today.

The territory plundered from Nurgle indeed made Neos feel weakened further. The carefully cultivated vegetation on the Corruption Day had been killed by Mortarion without hesitation. Standing among these dead vegetation, Neos could hardly Feeling dizzy.

He knew this feeling, it was...

The feeling of death.

As if he had discovered a new continent, the Lord of Humanity raised his lips with satisfaction, stood on the vast land, and spread his arms.

'bring it on. ’

Nios said,

‘Let me see how far you have come? Are you qualified or should you be eliminated? I think your friend must not want you to be eliminated - otherwise I think he will probably not be interested in working for me after this. ’

【dross. 】

There were whispers in the mist, but mixed with some songs. The witches in ancient times raised their magic weapons and stood in front of the deceased to pray for peace after death.

[Threatening me...you are no different from the same alien...the same bastard, the same treacherous, and the same heartless. 】

Neos tilted his head in disapproval, feeling himself weakening further, and in response he turned on his light.

'I need to make it clear, my child, that I am far more cunning, more cruel, and more...bastard than any being you have ever seen. ’

Well, this word was what Machado shouted when he scolded him.

Rats squeaked and flies buzzed, bringing disease and death. Naked corpses were piled on top of corpses. Monks in black clothes with dried corpse juices and vomit were struggling to push the carts piled with corpses along the road. between.

The corpse opened its eyes in vain, staring at the white sky where the sun had disappeared all day long due to the burning of the corpse.

[Shameless and outrageous...]

'My pleasure, son. ’

Nios proudly turned up the volume. He realized that his blood pressure was rising, his reactions were slowing down, and he had already stepped on the first step to death.

Mortarion's power transcended his golden flame?

interesting.

The Lord of Mankind is exerting force again, but Mortarion's determination and anger have reached a new level of vigilance. It seems that the encouragement he just gave Mortarion has taken effect.

cry.

The cries of relatives and friends surround the deceased. The boundary between life and death has always been so clear. The living are noisy, while the dead are silent and will never speak.

But there are more corpses that no one sheds tears for, those who died of illness, those who died in battle, those who died of old age, those who fell to death from high altitudes, those who died of exhaustion, the old who died when the wax ran out, and the newborn who was strangled in the belly by the umbilical cord.

There are so many deaths, the number of sands in the Ganges, far more than the stars in this galaxy. The human world is so crowded, even death is so crowded that souls are shoulder to shoulder.

Except for the immortals, every human being will die. Death is the most common, but it is also the rarest. Everyone can only die once, but it becomes cheap because of the large number of human beings. But even if the price is small, it is as small as a grain of sand. Add another grain of sand and they will accumulate into a star larger than a planet.

And death lives forever.

Skeleton, the least decomposable part of a person after death, constitutes the stereotype of death. White bones rest gently on life, rely on life, and are above life. He is the end of life.

Neos could no longer see the light.

His pupils had dilated, most of the cells in his body slowed down, breathing and heartbeat were no longer necessary, and his brain became active. He seemed to "see" strange and bizarre scenes, but there was no light in his eyes.

In a daze, Nios seemed to feel the wind again. The wind by the river was so moist and warm when he was a child. It was a pity that he could not go back to those days when he knew nothing about it.

Under the scythe, the throne suddenly appeared - just like the moment when he usurped the power of the Eldar Death God, but this time it was completely completed by Mortarion himself.

For a brief moment, Nios suspended all thoughts, which made him feel very comfortable. It was a blessing not to have to think.

But the next moment——

An old man who was standing dead suddenly twitched like a corpse, coughed up phlegm from his throat, and then called out loudly and without hesitation,

‘Hades! ! ! ’

Everything collapsed suddenly - isn't this much simpler than the way he spent all his efforts to build a psychic channel?

The next moment, Neos returned to the restaurant in the palace, and in front of him was the half-finished Death.

Mortarion's eyes were already burning with full anger.

'Congratulations, Mortarion! ’

Neos said loudly, ducking down to avoid Death's scythe.