Chapter 681 Doomsday Storm: Change of Destiny
Vito walked out of the mist, or more accurately, floated out. His feet floated a few feet above the ground, but they shone like Tesla coils between power stations.
The pervasive toxic smoke degraded and disappeared in front of him, twisted and smoked like a non-existent dream. He walked out of the electric light and twisted space, like a god descended from the world in various mythological stories. Mortarion looked at him. Just now, the battlefield between him and the demigod Guilliman ushered in a real demigod in the blink of an eye.
Compared with the Primarchs, Vito is the real demigod, or the existence that is infinitely close to the true god. Nurgle once told Mortarion that there are only two ascended people in this galaxy, one is the Emperor and the other is Vito, but the Emperor completed the ascension unwillingly because of the accident of the Horus Heresy.
Vito is still in the world. If he accepts his godhood voluntarily or unwillingly one day, the warp will set off a huge wave to welcome a new god. He will have only one purpose, which is to make the evil gods more afraid than the Emperor.
"Hello, Mortarion." Vito said, his words were more like a strange voice composed of lightning, thunder and ions tearing each other in the air, like the notes played by an ancient accordion, but more vital.
"Marshal, I thought you were in the Leviathan-class command vehicle, but it seems... that was fake, this is the real you." Mortarion smiled vigilantly, and his holy sword was still inserted in his chest, which put Mortarion in a very passive position. Now he needs to resist the erosion of the Emperor's power while guarding against Vito.
At first, Mortarion was sure that Vito was in the rear, in the command vehicle far away from here, so he dared to come here so openly to find Guilliman and corrupt or kill him.
Even if he was stabbed by Guilliman at the last moment, it would not be a problem. Guilliman had no power to fight back. Mortarion only needed to spend some time to repel the power of the holy sword that invaded his body and pull it out. After all, Guilliman was not their father and could not exert its power to the extreme.
If it was the Emperor just now, Mortarion would have been stabbed to ashes, but now someone who can do it has come, Vito suddenly came, Mortarion can't fight him under this situation.
"Why did you become like this? Is it some trick of Guilliman?" Mortarion can only delay time, wait until Nurgle kills and corrupts Guilliman, and then attack Vito from front and back with him, so that there is a chance of winning.
But his plan has been seen through long ago. There is no doubt, suspicion or hesitation in Vito's flashing eyes. He raised his hand and waved his fingers lightly, and the body of the demon engine behind him was instantly torn apart, and a steel spike whizzed out and pierced the death guard holding a gun.
"Don't be so nervous, and don't think about playing tricks, Mortarion, I'm not here to fight you." Vito said affirmatively, his words were as calm as water, and Mortarion did not hear any deception in them, but he would not believe it just like that, that was Vito, a conspirator on par with Tzeentch.
He has proven his talent for trickery, even without the help of Lady Phantom, he is a person who cannot be seen through. Over the past ten thousand years, he has used this talent to teach the believers of the Chaos Gods many times, and even Tzeentch is keen to play those complex and ever-changing games with him.
Mortarion had also suffered losses, so he would not believe that mere sentence, but he would not show it either, "Really? This does not seem like a negotiation, Marshal."
Vito came over, and Mortarion quietly put his hands behind his back, holding the poisonous blade full of God's plague in his hands. When Vito approached, he suddenly exerted force and stabbed Vito with the dagger fiercely. It was the poison of God's killing. He could kill Vito in front of him, just like when he attacked Guilliman.
But the dagger suddenly stopped in mid-air, and Mortarion's hands hung stiffly in the air. He wanted to struggle, but found that all the limbs of his body were locked, and the power armor was like paralyzed after losing all power, firmly fixing its owner.
"I'm not Guilliman. I know you've learned tricks and concealment. I can kill you right now, just like crushing a bug, but I won't." Vito pulled out the sword from Mortarion's chest, and then gently pushed him away. Mortarion retreated a few steps, urgently called on the plague power in his body to heal his wounds, and then looked up at Vito.
He held the burning holy sword. The Emperor's weapon had completely different reactions in the hands of different people. In Guilliman's hands, it was just an ordinary artifact, shrouded in the flames of exorcism, but in Vito's hands, its power was instantly stimulated, and the fire and lightning merged together, turning into a white and gold dancing energy field.
The space around him began to distort, and the land under his feet was scorched and shattered. He could now easily kill the half-crippled Mortarion with one blow, and beat him to death, just like the Emperor did to Horus, but he didn't do that, but looked over with powerful eyes.
"I'm here to negotiate. Tell your master, I know he's listening. I need Guilliman alive. Release him." Vitor said calmly, as if it wasn't a request, but a demand.
Mortarion frowned and smiled mockingly, "Why? The Emperor's tool has fallen into our hands, and we're going to release it with just a few words from you? In exchange for the Emperor?"
"There is no Emperor, Mortarion. You laugh at Guilliman's ignorance, but look around you, is he really here?" Vito asked, gesturing to the surroundings. He raised his hand and gently touched Guilliman touched the poison ivy on his body, and the vine exploded in the blink of an eye.
"If he were really here, would your childlike tricks work? Do you think he would allow you to take away his tools and send them into Nurgle's garden without doing anything?"
Vitor's rhetorical questions made Mortarion fall silent, and he realized at the same time, yes, it went so well. He had just been angry because of his conversation with Guilliman, and since he didn't react for a while, he had already It was so successful.
Thinking back to the time when Fulgrim did the same thing and lost almost half of the Emperor's Children legion, his handsome face also bore the wounds caused by suddenly rising up to deliver a fatal blow to Guilliman, for which he almost died. , so far he needs to use illusions to cover up the scars, but he did just that. He was stabbed in the chest, but he didn't die.
"He is not here. He has given up on Guilliman because he and I hindered his plan. He is just borrowing your hand to get rid of enemies he is dissatisfied with. After Guilliman's death, he can use The grief and rage of the Ultramarines controls the entire Ultramarines Legion, the most powerful Space Marine force, and no one can doubt him, let alone stop him."
"Then his plan is unstoppable and you are being used, Mortarion, always." Vitor said as if giving advice to a child. He looked at Guilliman with a look in his eyes. Regret, sympathy and anger.
"What plan? What is he brewing? Vito Constantine, what made you choose to contact us? Are you betraying him?" Mortarion's voice changed, and it was endless in an instant. The anger suddenly turned into another ethereal yet thick voice. His eyes were filled with light from another world in the blink of an eye, and another pair of eyes was looking through his vision.
"Betrayal? No, he betrayed us. I am the guardian. What I did is what I should have done a long time ago." Vito raised the holy sword, electricity and fire flashed in front of his eyes, "But now , and it’s not too late, so yes, I am asking for your cooperation, Nurgle, I can’t tell you what it is now, I haven’t seen your sincerity yet.”
Vito said majestically, just like the king of the empire welcoming foreign envoys. Every word and deed is full of unquestionable authority, making you dare not doubt him, "But what I can tell you is that if you want to protect your existence, , everything you rely on, and you want to protect everything you defend as the agent of the life cycle, then listen to me, otherwise, even if you corrupt Guilliman and take away the entire empire, I will not care anymore, because, I won't fight you for ashes."
Nurgle, or Mortarion, fell silent. After pondering for a long time, he slowly spoke, "Say your terms, Guardian."
This can be regarded as accepting the result of the negotiation. Vitor snorted and lowered his sword, "Put Guilliman back, eliminate all the viruses in his body, and then withdraw all your power. The Plague War will end here. I I need the full strength of the Ultramarines and Ultramar as the capital to fight against him in the future. This is my condition."
After another long silence, Nurgle nodded. Its eyes flickered while looking down at Guilliman in the garden. The latter stood in the garden of plague, looking up at the majestic existence on the throne of flesh and blood.
"So be it, Guardian, I will put him back and return him to you, but you owe me an explanation. After that, you must come and give me the answer. For this... I will leave the insurance." As Nurgle spoke, he lightly tapped Guilliman's body with his fingers. A mark instantly appeared on his body. Guilliman was in agony because of it, but he was unable to move.
His body was swallowed up by the garden, and vines and earth climbed up his body. If he was imprisoned in a cage, he could only let Nurgle leave the burning marks on his body.
"If you lie to me, I will use this to kill him. Remember, the divine plague is still in his body, and the Destiny Armor cannot save him. No one except me can remove the virus, and only I can activate the virus and kill him. Kill him." Nurgle roared threateningly, but it was not for Guilliman to hear. Another voice responded to Nurgle from the distant air, a woman's voice.
"Fair enough, stay. We will meet at a suitable place, where the Emperor will not find you."
"It should be so. He won't know about today's conversation. My poisonous mist will obscure his vision. Now, go back, my belongings. Remember, you still belong to me."
Nurgle said, and it raised its hand and slapped Guilliman, who was suddenly slapped down and fell into the garden. Guilliman's eyes went dark, as if he fell into an endless abyss, and finally he landed on the ground, Real touch and pain were coming, and Guilliman opened his eyes and saw the girl whose body was shrouded in light.
She put Guilliman on the ground after saving him from the poison ivy. The girl's face could not be seen clearly. She stroked the primarch's cheek and Guilliman recognized her, "Vito? All this..."
"Hush, child, you saw nothing, but you will remember it, deep in your heart." Vitor leaned down and kissed Guilliman on the forehead, leaving a mark that shielded the Emperor's observation. On Guilliman's forehead, the red lips flickered, and then disappeared as if they had never existed.
"Now, you are truly free." Vito stood up, released Guilliman and let him lie on the ground, turned around and walked into the fog, saying, "Don't shoot, the negotiation is successful."
That was not said to Guilliman or Mortarion, but to another person in the rumbling fog. Behind a flipped Rand in the depths of the fog, Curze put down his sniper rifle. His chamber was loaded with two bullets containing the real plague. Two bullets, for two people.
Curze quietly disappeared behind Rand, as if he had never appeared there. Mortarion also retreated into the depths of the poisonous fog and disappeared. Vito's body turned into dissipated light and drifted in the poisonous fog. He gradually went away until he finally disappeared at the end of his vision.
Guilliman looked up at the sky, the thick poisonous fog dissipated, the plague storm that enveloped the whole world disappeared, and the light of the sky pierced the clouds again and shone on Guilliman.
He looked at the sun, the sun in the sky, and at that moment Guilliman knew that he had been away from himself. He knew that he had just abandoned himself.
"Horus, I understand now... everything." Guilliman closed his eyes heavily. The ignorant child finally woke up today. The mark of Nurgle was flashing at the place where the poison blade stabbed his shoulder.
In the year M42.005 of the Imperial calendar, the Plague War ended according to records. In that war, the Emperor's favorite son defeated his traitorous brother and saved Macragge and the Empire, and the saint girl who helped him win also disappeared. We still know very little about her. It is said that the state religion said that she has returned to the Emperor.
—————"The Beginning and End of the Plague War" by Suleiman