Chapter 776 [219] Mortarion on the Earth

Chapter 776 [219]. Mortarion on the Earth

[Outside Terra]

[Barbarus]

[When everyone on Terra was working overtime]

A breeze blew by, and the tall crops rustled in the wind, rolling like pale white waves from one end of the field to the blurred horizon. The slightly pink sun slowly rose from the horizon, bringing a moderate warmth to the body.

The distant bell sounded along with the morning light, and the flock of birds fluttered across the forest and flew towards the fields. The silent Death Guard disappeared with the night, and the streets gradually became lively. Children and young people who got up to attend military academies ran towards the school noisily, and from time to time they bumped into the red-robed mechanical sage walking slowly on the road.

The sage made a few unpleasant electronic sounds, but the children didn't care. They laughed a few times and continued on their way. In Barbarus, there are always pilgrims from the Mechanicus, and the spontaneous singing in the morning, noon and evening has long become a common sight for the people of Barbarus.

When the first ray of sunlight shines on the wheat ears in the mouth of the three-headed dog on the church, the Hades priest opens the church door, cooks and cleans, and lets the people who stay overnight leave.

After the children's playfulness dispersed from the street, farmers, hunters, merchants and sons of the dead appeared. Compared with the hive planet, under the instruction of Mortarion and with the participation of the army, Barbarus still maintains a relatively simple social structure.

And the needs of the entire 14th Legion of the Death Guard are enough to consume the entire productivity of Barbarus and its star rings.

Barbarus, this light green charming planet, is like a calm and gentle lake in this noisy, chaotic, and crazy galaxy. She is silent, but not voiceless. She is dim, but not inferior because of this. The society that has been running for thousands of years will remain the same after thousands of years. Time here does not flow much. Except for the batches of soldiers who leave the school, the days here are almost unchanged.

All Barbarus people, even the most rebellious sons of the dead, will often miss their mother planet in their dreams - such a unique rhythm and charm only exist in Barbarus.

This is the land created, maintained, and loved by Mortarion, the god of death, the pale lord, and the champion of the 14th Legion.

This is also... the light that Pluto once inspired Barbarus and the god of death.

The sun rose, rising higher and higher. The outer layer of light pink gradually turned into rose red, sprinkled on the bone-white and gray insect helmet. The dew accumulated due to the night shook off the coolness and faded away.

Mortarion did not move.

Only the breeze gently floated the wings behind him like a cloak.

The Primarch was quietly staying in the field. There was nothing special around him, just a cornfield.

If you insist, there is a black cross fourteen miles away from Mortarion, and a military school twenty-one miles away from Mortarion. There was the grave of the first batch of Death Guards, where Herrera was buried. Mortarion once comforted Hades who was lost in his soul. Later, the cross was corroded by poison gas, and the graveyard turned into fertile fields, then into a lake, and finally was rebuilt into a hospital by the people who came later.

These past... If Mortarion talked about it, probably only Hades, Karas and Vox would remember it.

These immortal beings were originally a speck of dust left behind by Barbarus.

Mortarion thought nothing, did nothing, the towering monster just stood in the field, like those insects that stopped for no reason on the branches, and it seemed like a lifetime when they stopped - unless a hurricane was coming, and then the insects flapped their wings and flew away.

But if there was no wind or waves, then Mortarion would just stay.

In their spare time, the Primarchs all had their own hobbies and leisure methods. Robert Guilliman liked to go to his bathhouse on Macragge. Of course, if Guilliman had a holiday now, he would probably be unconscious in bed for the entire holiday; Angron was used to going to the arena or school; Sanguinius liked to paint or sculpt alone; Conrad was similar to Sanguinius, and also had an artistic hobby, but the tools were more bloody.

Mortarion would sometimes stay in his apothecary, or choose a day with clear stars to write and draw on a piece of rough paper - but now that he had arrived in Barbarus, and this was the vacation he had gotten by abandoning Hades and Karas, so why not stand in the field?

This would be Mortarion's favorite suggestion.

So Mortarion was motionless, as if he was dead.

He did nothing, thought nothing, just stood here, standing on the land he had spent ten thousand years defending, standing on the land he had spent ten thousand years to understand and thoroughly, Mortarion felt a calm joy, if the galaxy no longer needed him, he was willing to remain silent on Barbarus until eternity.

Of course, Karas and Hades, as well as the Death Guard, had better come, no, they must come.

………………………………

[Another Line of Destiny]

[Barbarus]

“Return! Lord Mortarion is back!”

The noisy white skulls were stuck in the mud beside the dirty streets, chirping and shouting simple low Gothic. Beside the bones, countless skeletons were piled up in all directions and submerged in the ground, making a creaking sound along with the voice of the white skulls.

The exhaust gas from hundreds of hive cities piled up thickly in the clouds, then slowly sank, mixed with the original poison gas on Barbarus, and fermented new poison. An unprepared natural person would suffocate to death on Barbarus. It only took seven minutes without a gas mask for him to leave the world with his whole body white.

"My lord, I'm gone! I'm gone!"

The white skull opened its jaws and screamed, "I'm gone! I'm gone!"

The hurried footsteps passed the street beside it, and the fully armed Barbarus people in black raincoats left. They were wearing gas masks and protective goggles. There was always rain on Barbarus, and this melancholy lady was always crying softly. She was always mourning and always shedding tears.

The acid rain continued, and there were signs of getting heavier.

[……]

A pale, unprotected hand stretched out to the air to catch the raindrops with a pungent smell. On Barbarus, there was only one person who could walk on her muddy and dirty ground without any protection.

That was the son of Barbarus, the first rebel Mortarion.

He pursed his pale lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He looked up at the sky with hazy amber eyes in the chaos, but he only saw the heavy sky where he could never see the stars.

To land on Barbarus, the spacecraft needs to be specially modified, and the pilot must be a Barbarusian. If an uninformed outsider lands rashly, he will be devoured by the poisonous sky of Barbarus.

Robert Guilliman requires that all planets in the empire, except for those with special uses, be transformed into hive planets.

Barbarus would have been more crowded, but the melancholy rebel argued and refused Guilliman's final development. Therefore, there is still a wasteland and a high mountain on Barbarus that have not been developed, but Barbarus retains its original appearance.

As the planet of the Primarch, it also has some special powers. The Primarch is allowed to obtain the right to educate and culture the people on this planet.

This is why, among the various legions, the recruits from the Primarch's home planet are the most favored by the Primarch, because their culture comes from the Primarch, not Robert Guilliman, the Lord of the Empire.

Mortarion chose suffering and eternal forbearance as the main color of Barbarus.     This also makes the Barbarus people the toughest in the entire empire. No one can tolerate a bad environment better than these taciturn, pale-faced people with dark circles under their eyes. Guilliman once commented that these people are silent ants. Even under the premise of limb mutilation, they seem to be unaware of pain and move little by little to complete the orders arranged by the ant king.

When Robert Guilliman said this with a smile, Mortarion stood beside him without saying a word. The Primarch's droopy and dull eyes looked like a dead person. He just did nothing and stared at Guilliman gloomily.

[Huh...]

Mortarion took a deep breath. The air of his hometown made him miss it, and it also made him feel a little relaxed.

He felt the rain of Barbarus wet his hair and soak his dry lips, comforting the long-returned wanderer. Even if he was unforgivable and killed countless people, the mother of his hometown would still cry for him.

Only Barbarus.

[I'm back...]

Mortarion stammered, his eyes were hazy, and after a brief hesitation, he began to move towards the place he was familiar with.

He didn't want to teleport or fly over. Mortarion just wanted to walk over step by step. Every time they went there, they walked over step by step-although after ascending to the devil, they rarely visited him.

Pale souls wandered in the wasteland. Those giant beasts with foul smells smelled the breath of the Lord of the Planet. Pale smilers and bone beasts gathered in groups from all over the wasteland. These rough guys clumsily tried to rub Mortarion's clothes with their heads to show goodwill to the first rebel.

Their sticky body fluids stained Mortarion's clothes, just like Robert Guilliman. Mortarion always appeared in front of his brothers in spotless clothes. The first rebel would not choose too fancy clothes, but the necessary tailoring and badges would never be absent. The neat lines of the clothes made the Primarch with the aura of a leader stand taller.

Perhaps compared with Guilliman, Mortarion would be a more merciful king-but unfortunately, in the dispute ten thousand years ago, Mortarion had already failed.

The Primarch did not feel offended. In fact, anyone or anything that walked out of Barbarus would not make him angry. He had almost everything for Barbarus.

[Leave here first. 】

Mortarion said calmly, pushing the bone beast that was nudging him. After a small whimper, these big guys of Barbarus left. They were also the legacy of Barbarus. If Guilliman came to rule, the first to disappear would probably be these big guys.

Mortarion just walked and walked, and gradually, the scenery turned into what he remembered. Under the protection of the Primarch's psychic power, the acid rain had not completely eroded this place.

【? 】

Mortarion lowered his eyes, and the Primarch's clear eyes allowed him to identify the only scarlet on the dark brown ground. It was blood, fresh blood.

It seemed that someone had arrived earlier than him.

This was unexpected. Mortarion's breathing became slightly rapid. He did not go to find Vorx.

The original body stepped forward and walked faster and faster. He passed by the abandoned houses of the past and trotted towards the former cemetery. Everything was abandoned, and the high and low crosses in the cemetery were also washed away by time. It was completely corroded, but the black cross stood there alone and monotonously forever.

The rain continued to fall, becoming heavier.

After passing through the black waterfall, Mortarion's eyes widened. He saw the scarlet figure standing in the cemetery, exuding blood. In order to commemorate Hades, Vox never wore a helmet, and the blood beast wore rough clothing. , his head has been corroded by acid rain and has become a bit white.

Seeing Mortarion coming, Vox turned aside from the black cross and looked at Mortarion.

Mortarion, the First Rebellion, reached an agreement with the three gods and played with them. He sacrificed his soul with his own offspring instead of his own. He sacrificed Herrera's soul to Queen Slaanesh, Psyche The Lady rose from the soul of Herrera; he sacrificed the soul of Karas to his father Nurgle, and Typhons was born from the bones of Karas; he sacrificed the Walker to the Blood Lord Khorne. Si's soul...Vox...is still Vox.

Because Vox signed a contract with Khorne before Mortarion did - the angry Vox was obviously more favored by Khorne than Mortarion.

"I didn't expect you to have the nerve to come back and see him."

Vox, dressed roughly, said that it was difficult for the Daemon Prince of Khorne to stay rational and not chop anything, so Vox temporarily pierced his temple with a sharp black stone spike-so that he could no longer Went to chop something.

【I...didn't do anything wrong. 】

Mortarion said hoarsely,

[He didn’t refuse me to come see him. 】

"Oh,"

Vox laughed,

"He is completely soulless - death is a literal dissolution for him. How could he reject you?"

【He just didn’t reject me. 】

Mortarion's expression remained unchanged and he continued to speak shamelessly. At the same time, the original body moved, as if wanting to move Vox, who was standing next to the simple black cross.

Vox roared in pain like a beast, and Mortarion noticed that in the right fist he only clenched, there was a small white flower that was soaked in blood and then completely destroyed by Barbarus' poisonous rain - Walker Stine was hanging out with those Terran people again, so he wanted to learn their mourning methods.

Under the huge pressure of the original body, Vox had to give in reluctantly, although his eyes were stern as if they were completely soaked in blood, and there was only anger bred by incomprehension.

The rain fell heavily on the ground.

Under Vox's gaze, Mortarion knelt down calmly and stared at the black cross seriously.

[You said...will that world be the utopia you call it? 】

"Whether that world is or not - this world has been completely destroyed by you."

Vox said angrily.

Mortarion remained unmoved, the black tear stains on his cheeks becoming more conspicuous.