Chapter 774 [217] Friends, We Finally Made It.

Chapter 774 [217.] Friends, we finally made it

[Tributary of Destiny]

Send troops.

Mortarion pondered as he hurriedly walked through the dull corridor of the Endurance, passing by the stars outside the window, and sent troops.

Send troops.

This idea seemed to grow wildly, like a tangled tree root, deeply rooted in the Primarch's thoughts, absorbing Mortarion's reason.

Shadows hung down the corridor, in the dim place where the light could not find it, Mortarion finally couldn't help it, the Primarch buried his head, his white hair fell down, and his shoulders trembled.

Finally, finally!

Mortarion laughed. Finally, the stingy tyrant, Robert Guilliman, finally chose to send troops after working overtime for two thousand years!

The dull and depressing facts almost devoured Mortarion's reason. Endlessly being exploited, working under the cold-blooded king Robert Guilliman, the answer would be a life of pain and darkness and never being able to sleep.

Finally - finally!

Mortarion couldn't stop laughing, but his laughter was like the struggle of a dying tuberculosis patient. He subconsciously reached out and took out the Gas Mask from the void.

Unlike the Gas Mask of Mortarion in the main world, the mask Mortarion took out at this moment was hideous and strange, with insect-like fangs and spikes piercing from the mask, and strange light flowing on it in bright green, purple and bright red. White mist was gushing out from the back.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.

Mortarion pressed the Gas Mask deeply against his lower face, and like a drowning man thirsting for oxygen, the Primarch leaned against the wall and leaned his huge body against it.

Ten thousand years have passed since that day when he swung his scythe towards the Emperor.

Ten thousand years have passed since that day when he put on the golden shackles.

In these ten thousand years, there have been regrets and hatreds, but more of them are exhaustion and forbearance. Robert Guilliman will never allow other things to shake his empire, so the work will never end, but there will never be magnificent and dangerous battles.

Working under Robert Guilliman is not like working for an empire, but rather like working for a large company.

Mortarion took a deep breath of the poisonous gas that was enough to make him feel dizzy, relieving the fact he had just heard. Guilliman was never a person who joked about tactics and direction. When the cold-blooded king said this, it meant that he had thought about it for a long time.

Breathing, breathing again, Mortarion digested this fact. He was thinking alone, but his soul couldn't stop ecstasy. For Mortarion, this emotion was rare.

Subconsciously, he wanted to share this fact.

Mortarion pondered for a moment, still leaning against the wall, but in addition to the hand holding down the gas ghost mask, the other hand stretched out to the void, the light of psychic energy lit up at the fingertips, and Mortarion began to draw the spell skillfully.

He paused for a moment and decided to share this news with only two people for the time being.

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[Garden]

"The eye boogers of the swamp toad, the seventh eyelash of the rot fly, the human soul that died of rotten left leg... Who?"

Beside the grass buzzing with swamp flies and vomiting bees, next to the lush flowers, Typhons, who was stirring the crucible, suddenly stopped his action.

It was this daze that made the crucible of the Nurgle Demon Prince emit a "bad" smell. Typhons cursed in dissatisfaction, and this pot was considered useless.

This pot was a plaster he cooked at the request of the swamp green dragon Vulcan to cover the dragon's pus sores. The green dragon hoped that his skin, which was as dark as soil, would have a beautiful color like flowers, so he needed a little potion to make the scars have different colors.

Typhons looked at the communication with some annoyance, and the hyphae used for communication grew beside his feet. Those sticky hyphae grew rapidly beside his feet and finally turned into the appearance of Mortarion.

"Motarion?!"

Typhons shouted in surprise, and the four wings behind him, which were as transparent and hard as flies, flapped. Because he replaced Mortarion, Typhons was rejected by his father at the beginning of the blessing, so he would never be as plump and charming as the demon of Nurgle, he would never be able to become the ripe and rotten fruit on the branch, he would never be able to grow up, this is the punishment of his father.

Therefore, compared with other Nurgle demons, Typhons still maintains the body shape of a space warrior, but has four wings on his back.

Mortarion has not looked for Typhons for a long time. This is not a symbol of the fading friendship between them, but because Mortarion is too busy. Almost all the Primarchs are busy, especially Mortarion who has the most direct contract with Guilliman.

Every time Typhons sees Mortarion, Mortarion looks exhausted, as if he has never had a good rest.

He once sighed and thought of letting Mortarion have a good sleep and rest in the garden, but Mortarion refused - they all knew that this was inappropriate.

"Motarion, the wind blew you here? Have you finally decided to overthrow Guilliman's rule?"

Typhons asked hurriedly, and Mortarion, who was made of hyphae, sneered twice. Even though he was made of hyphae, Mortarion's eyebrows were filled with uncontrollable joy.

[Send troops. 】

Motarion could hardly suppress the joy in his mouth,

[Guilliman finally decided to send troops. 】

This short sentence struck Typhons like a thunderbolt. He took a step back almost in disbelief. Subconsciously, the corners of his eyes became moist. He believed in Mortarion, and these few words seemed to drain Typhons dry. Fons's full range of emotions.

Pus dripped from his eyes that could never be understood.

"one,"

Typhons let out a strange laugh, as if he was crying,

"Ten thousand years, Mortarion."

"I almost forgot about our decision."

【Me too. 】

Mortarion over there also showed a smile that was uglier than crying. Ten thousand years, exactly ten thousand years, they were still young enough, angry enough, unwilling enough, and they were pushed around in the torrent of fate. Chosen the most painful and longest road——

And today, that dim path finally lit up with morning light.

[But I know you haven't forgotten, Karas. 】

"Won't,"

Typhons shook his head. Because of his loving father's blessing, his voice was no longer sharp and mean, but instead had a dull and sticky feel.

"No, I will never forget—"

Typhonse made a slow joke,

"After all, I am the son of a loving father, and one thought is eternity."

Then, as if he were afraid that this was a dream in his father's garden, Typhonse asked hurriedly,

"Is it true? When, and how do we get past it?"

[Guilliman is still making decisions. 】

Mortarion said,

[But it only takes two months for Guilliman to mobilize all the military power of the empire. I guess his plan needs the support of the three gods - so he needs some time to negotiate. 】

"This will go very quickly."

Typhons added,

"Guilliman is the god's favorite... and he will get what he wants."

Mortarion sneered. In the past, he hated hearing similar words, but now, he wished that the gods would love Guilliman more, and it was best to send troops immediately.

"So what is he going to do there?"

Typhonse asked, and Mortarion gave an ugly smile.

[The snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman gains the advantage, pretends to form an alliance, and makes a false promise. 】

Mortarion the First Rebel said,

[He also used this trick at the time - he will win, it has always been the case. 】

Typhons had not yet heard the sarcasm in Mortarion's words, but he waved his hand hurriedly,

"I think there are still people waiting for news from you. Go, go, give that old woman a little scare."

【I will. 】

Mortarion smiled again, and amid a faint smell of rancidity, the hyphae at Typhons' feet shrank and shrank into a small pile of garbage.

"Send troops, send troops..."

Typhons muttered, and he poured the cauldron in front of him into the swamp beside him. After a while, fish and toads with their bellies floated up in the swamp.

But Typhons didn't care. He seemed to be attracted by the word. He waved the cauldron rod and continued to stir, but he became distracted.

The Bog Dragon Vulkan will probably not get the skin abscesses he is satisfied with these days, but it doesn't matter, Vulkan will forgive Typhons because they are both the children of Nurgle.     ……………………

【Palace】

Dreams are woven from gorgeous silk. The curtains hang down layer by layer. Sighs float from the gaps in the silk threads. Flying flowers and light leaves scatter into the bed, playing a tragic song of sorrow and love.

The flowing water in a minor tune flows slowly into dreams.

The beads are woven everywhere, and the beautiful lady weeps.

His wrist trembled slightly, and the beads scattered on it.

"...?"

The slender but sharp claws opened the mess of yarn and treasures. Thousands of hazy and unrealistic impressions were reflected among the numerous gems.

"Mortarion?"

Hissing, a hoarse sound like the opening of a snake, the beautiful woman spoke, but the cracked corners of her mouth were covered with purple scales, and the right half of her face was covered with a sharp-edged mask carved with gems - if Mrs. Psyche took off her If she wears a mask, people will see the right half of her face twisted like a demon.

[I just went to find Karas, Herrera. 】

In the mirror reflected by the gem, Mortarion smiled. Affected by the interior of the palace, his smile was hazy and false.

Madam Psyche was not unwilling to find better ways to contact Mortarion, but a synaesthetic demon prince was having fun inside the palace at the moment. The bead string that Madam Psyche was weaving just now was also arranged by the demon prince. Angelon commissioned a string of beads polished from the pubic bones of sixty-six pairs of lovers - Angron decided to decorate his third heart. The demon addicted to desire chose love this time. To embellish his fallen life.

If she changed her contact method, then Mortarion's emotions and soul would be immediately noticed by Angron. Then, this guy would sing and have fun in the orgy arena, with everyone cheering and cheering. He would immediately drop everything and come closer like a fox that smells something fishy.

"Then I guess something good is about to happen."

Mrs. Psyche smiled, but her snake-like face was sinister and menacing. A purer light shone in her pupils, as if they were in the past.

"Don't rush to say it yet -"

She raised her hand,

"How's Karas doing? Is he doing well?"

【At least better than me. 】

Mortarion's smile faded, and then he laughed self-deprecatingly,

[No god is more enlightened and democratic than Robert Guilliman. 】

"That's true."

Lady Psyche said that she watched Angron having fun day and night, or he suddenly came to a certain empire's planet to receive blessings from the gods, but other than that, Lady Slaanesh did not ask anything of her. kpi.

According to Mortarion, Robert Guilliman asked him to clock in early in the morning, clock in at noon, clock in in the evening, and clock in in the early morning.

The form of punch-in is work report.

Daily check-in, weekly check-in, monthly check-in, annual check-in, and weekly report, monthly report, quarterly report, annual report, irregular spot check report, I have to arrive in the morning, I have to arrive in the afternoon, and I have to work at night.

This sounds a bit scary, although Mrs. Psyche also vaguely remembered Hades screaming something when he was in high fever that he didn't want to clock out.

"You need a break sometimes."

Lady Psyche said seriously, causing Mortarion to languish for a moment.

"If it doesn't work, I'll ask Angron to let you relax for once... Don't worry, Mortarion, I won't let him do anything wrong."

[…I don’t accept any emotional empathy, Herrera. 】

"But you need to rest."

Mrs. Psyche's expression became serious. She took off the mask on her right side, revealing her ferocious face, and then turned the mask over to the left.

This is intimidation.

"It really doesn't work,"

Mrs. Psyche gritted her teeth.

"I will go and beg Angron to exchange for a sincere thousand-year love, and let him relax Guilliman, so that you can take a short rest."

Anyway, just let Mortarion escape from the hell of Guilliman's work for a moment.

Mrs. Psyche thought that Karas might not understand the intensity of Mortarion's work, while Mrs. Psyche, who was more empathic, had a profound insight into Mortarion's life of a cow and a horse.

Mortarion laughed again.

[Angron will be killed directly - but this is a double blessing. 】

He laughed, and Lady Psyche was pleased to see Mortarion becoming more relaxed. She hissed with joy,

"So what's the good news?"

The smile on the corner of Mortarion's mouth became wider, and the veins on his hand holding the poisonous ghost face showed.

[Send troops, Herrera. 】

[Guilliman has decided to send troops. 】

"——?!"

"send troops?!"

Lady Psyche almost screamed, and in an instant, all the music played by flying flowers and green leaves stopped together, and the handsome or beautiful Slaanesh demons looked longingly at their love lady.

"real?!"

Like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, its long claws gripped the silk tightly, tearing the cloth and letting out blood-like liquid. The tear was wide open, and its strange purple eyes looked at Mortarion.

【real. 】

Mortarion smiled and nodded.

[Don't be excited, Herrera, you and I both know that we have waited for this opportunity for too long... we must not act rashly. 】

"I know, I know, I know!"

Mrs. Psyche screamed, stretched out her hand and stabbed randomly into the pile of gems,

"Is he there? Is he there?! Mortarion, answer me! Is he there?"

【exist. 】

The first rebel said with certainty.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!”

Mrs. Psyche laughed heartbreakingly——

"I'm going to see him, I'm going to see him - even if I see a bald old man - I'm willing to do it!"

[I think he is probably an overweight fat man. 】

Mortarion said calmly, and among the flying gems, the reflection of the rebel disappeared.

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【Main World】

"Ah sneeze!"

Hades sneezed suddenly. He always felt chilly. What strange thing was staring at him?

He turned around and saw Trazin, who was filming him frantically, and Guilliman, who looked concerned, speechless.

"The image of Star God sneezing, get√!"

Trazin winked.