Chapter 129 129, Everyone Is Targeting Nurgle (Long Chapter)

After Duker's consciousness returned to the Inner Fire, he returned to his office and thought about the information Tzeentch had revealed to him.

He knew very well what would happen next. The Plague War was about to begin near Ultramar, Guilliman's hometown.

On the surface, this was a war between Mortarion and the Regent.

In fact, it was Tzeentch's plan to weaken Nurgle.

Just like the previous hunt against him, it was essentially Tzeentch's plan against Khorne.

"The game of the gods." Duker sighed in his heart.

Compared with the great game of the gods, even the Primarch was a little too small.

In the eyes of the dark gods, the only real opponents were themselves.

Now that Tzeentch's plan had been launched, it was difficult to disrupt it.

In fact, Duker had no intention of disrupting this plan. On the contrary, the Primarch felt that this was also a rare opportunity for the Empire.

What he really wanted to do was not to destroy Tzeentch's tricks.

But to go with the flow,

and take advantage of this opportunity to stab Nurgle hard! ——

From the perspective of the Empire, none of the Chaos Gods are good, and they should be chopped off twenty-two times. As for who the butcher knife is aimed at, it doesn't matter to Duker at all.

The Primarch sat in his office and pondered. He was thinking about how to take advantage of this opportunity to make Nurgle pay a more painful price.

"I don't know if this is also in Tzeentch's plan." When the plan in his mind took shape, Duker showed a strange smile on his face.

Then, the Primarch called his nuns,

"Efilar, how many people have completed the surgical transformation and become my offspring now?"

"Including those who are about to be transformed, there are 222 people, Your Highness." Efilar replied rigorously.

"Please help me notify the mechanical priests to speed up the progress of the surgical transformation. In the next war, I need the power of my descendants, and I need more Doomsday warriors to fight for me."

"Your Highness, is there going to be another terrible fight?" Efilar said with concern after hearing these words, "What kind of war is it that even a great man like you urgently needs more power."

"No, you are wrong. This is different from the previous wars, my girl." Duke smiled.

"This time, it is no longer the people of the Empire who suffer. This time, we are the perpetrators."

After hearing this, Efilar also smiled.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

After a standard courtesy, she left the Primarch's office.

"Your Highness, don't you need the power of the nuns? We can also fight for you." After Efilar left, Shivara asked a little gloomily.

"Of course I need it. I need all my strength to deal a fatal blow to our enemies." Dukel said gently,

"Please help me inform Dante and prepare for the trip. We are leaving."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The Primarch's words made Shivara smile again, and she left the Primarch's office with brisk steps.

The soul of little Sanguinius still needs Dukel's help to repair. Before his power is fully restored, his safety also needs to be strictly protected-so in the next expedition, the Blood Angels' fleet will set sail together with the expedition fleet.

Afterwards, Dukel also set off for the Glory of Macragge and said goodbye to Guilliman in person-

"Brother, I think it's time to say goodbye."

After seeing Guilliman, Dukel said.

"Are we going to set sail again so soon?" Guilliman was surprised. The feeling of loneliness spread rapidly in his heart, making him reluctant to leave. However, his long life also made him accustomed to separation and reunion.

"I thought our reunion would last longer."

Guilliman opened his arms, and the two Primarchs hugged each other and said goodbye to each other.

"Don't worry, we will meet again soon." Dukol smiled.

"That's right." Guilliman also smiled, "Soon we will meet again under the throne."

"No, it will be earlier than that." Dukol knocked on his armor, and the double-headed eagle symbol on the shoulder of the Armor of Destiny burned a weak spiritual fire.

"When was that?" Guilliman said in surprise.

"You will know by then." Dukel said mysteriously, "Brother, protect this armor before the real terrible dispute comes."

"Well, you are starting to speak in a mysterious way." Guilliman thought for a while and added,

"Just like our father."

"I didn't mean to hide it." After all, no matter what the outcome of the war is, Guilliman will suffer a little.

Then Dukel reminded again,

"Brother, I have to remind you before leaving." He lowered his voice, and the power of the mind surged, ensuring that only he, Guilliman and Magnus hanging on his waist could hear what he said next,

"Guilliman, have you ever thought about what we are? A person? A demigod revered by mortals? But that's it. In fact, you and I know very well that no matter how much power we hold, we are insignificant compared to the entire galaxy and even the universe."

"The arrogant dark powers regard themselves as true gods, and they think so too. In their eyes, the eternal game is the most important, and their only opponents are each other. But this is good for us. People who are in a dark and desperate situation should be good at using everything we can use."

"Maybe you haven't really realized this yet, but please remember these words, Guilliman. Take care, my brother."

After hearing these words, Guilliman was stunned and a little difficult to understand for a while.

He wanted to ask the other party, but saw that Duker had turned around and left.

Guilliman stood there, bowing his head and pondering the meaning of these words.

"Father, His Highness Dukel has left, and we should go back." At this time, the Ultramarines Calgar came behind Guilliman,

"And I just received news that Felix has returned, I think you should go to see him."

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"Make way for Decimus Felix! Make way for the Lord of the Eastern March, for the Lord of Vespato!" In the shouting of the herald.

Felix quickly moved towards the palace where the Regent was.

Guilliman was now outlined as a lonely figure against the backdrop of the sea of ​​stars. The Primarch was not looking at the scenery, but at a holographic projection.

It depicted a world that opened up in front of him, and all the attention of the Primarch was attracted by it at this time.

This was not the first time that Felix once again felt lonely in the Primarch.

"Felix, it's nice to meet you." Guilliman's voice echoed in the empty room.

"If I disagree with you, will you still be happy?"

"Maybe." Guilliman smiled, "You don't have to agree with everything I do, my son. As you can see, do your best, whatever you want to do, I will be happy for it."

After hearing his words, Felix looked up, and there was a trace of confusion on his face. No matter how much he thought he knew the Primarch, he could not really understand the Primarch's thoughts. If he had a usurper like himself under his command, he would definitely rebuke the other party mercilessly.

Felix felt that he had abandoned his humanity, but Guilliman was never a human being, at least not a real human being.

"Why don't you let me destroy the blasphemous demon host." Felix asked, "Are you going to interrogate him?"

Guilliman did not speak, but lowered his head and looked at him silently, looking at him intently for the first time. Felix felt that the Primarch's eyes were heavy on his soul.

"What is the current situation in the Eastern Sector? Can you bring it under our control?" Guilliman suddenly asked.

"Can I tell you the truth?"

"When did I ask you not to do this?"

"It's all a mess, father." Felix replied dully. Just by resisting one sector, he had tasted the burden of the Primarch. "All worlds are in chaos, all of them."

"Although Mortarion's army is approaching, to be honest, they have not caused much direct damage to the East. But the Sotha Alliance has been hit hard by the Tyranids and has been attacked by the Orks."

"Recently, the Necrons have also revived. These aliens have also attacked the human pirates there, which is also a problem. The biggest problem is the corrupt nobles. Any assets, whether military or other, have been hollowed out by years of corruption and exist only on paper. The nobles there have no fear of the authority of the Empire."

After hearing his words, Guilliman's face looked ugly, which prompted Felix to apologize.

"I'm sorry, father, for letting you hear such bad news." Felix paused for a moment and continued,

"Please forgive my presumption. I think you should ask for the help of the Lord of the Second Legion and go to the Eastern Star Region together. We don't have time to use softer means. With His Highness Dukel's style, he will definitely carry out a thorough cleansing there and kill one to warn the hundred."

"No, no, this is exactly why I didn't keep my brother. It's not that bad yet." Guilliman shook his head hurriedly,

"Dukel doesn't even care whether those dignitaries have made mistakes. After seeing the huge mistakes, he will drag all officials to the execution ground. But the logic of politics is not like this."

"Dukel has been fulfilling his duties. Civil governance is not his responsibility, and this will not change in the future."

"And we can't be so selfish, my son. The war in the galaxy will never end. We are all fighting for a short peace. They have their own wars to fight, Tyranids, Necromancers, Demons, Orcs. There is a whole universe that needs to be saved. We can't rely on them for everything."

Guilliman was a little uneasy when he said these words. He looked into the space and seemed to have seen countless officials being shot in a line. Then he came to his senses.

"You are right. Everything can still be saved." Felix thought about the Primarch's words and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, it's time to interrogate the Emperor's servant who was parasitized by the demon. Perhaps this will save the lives of millions of humans." Guilliman looked at the heir in front of him, "Since you are here, are you willing to participate in the interrogation? Perhaps seeing the interrogation and execution will make you feel at ease and put down your worries."

"After the interrogation, will you kill him?" Felix asked worriedly.

"Of course, I swear, don't be afraid, he won't cause any harm to me." Guilliman promised.

The Primarch and Felix came to the gate of the hexagram together.

The demon prisoner and its guards stood on the platform.

Inquisitor Remo, who was inhabited by the demon, has been completely devoured by the demon at this moment. In addition to pain, he has little left.

"Remo, cheer up!" Guilliman ordered, "Your will is still in your body."

But the Primarch responded with only the demon's laughter.

"Give up, he is gone, his soul was devoured by me, he is a part of me. A part of the Lord of Change, just like what existed in the past, exists now, and will exist in the future." The demon laughed strangely, "He is hopeless, and so are you, my mortal leader."

"Demon of Tzeentch, your arrogant look reminds me of the Weaver of Destiny." Guilliman drew out a giant sword burning with golden flames and pointed it at the other party,

"And your end is not much better!"

The flames spread along the chains of the cage, burning the demon's flesh and making it howl in pain.

"Poor son of the cursed, the great Tzeentch is rising, you are his pawn, and so is your brother, can't you feel it? I won't tell you anything!"

"You will." Guilliman grasped the hilt of the Emperor's Sword, "You will now, this sword is an existence that can destroy your essence, and you can't do anything about it."

"Never!" The demon howled, his voice full of pain.

"Tell me, what is my brother Mortarion's plan?"

"I won't answer!"

"Speak!" Guilliman roared furiously, the rage of the Primarch made the whole room shocked by his will, in reality, the opposing tides collided, and everyone was affected by him.

"No!"

The demon twisted, and the black fire around his hands and feet ignited, and the room was filled with pungent smoke.

Guilliman's anger was even greater, he wanted the Grey Knight to recite the demon's true name, so as to torture the other party more severely.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he thought of what Dukor had said to him.

There was also the meaningful reminder before leaving.

At this moment, those words opened up a broader range of ideas for him. Every Primarch is by no means stupid. Under the guidance of these ideas, Guilliman had a clearer view of the situation in front of him.

"You said that everything is in your master's plan." Guilliman said, "In this case, your appearance is by no means accidental, right?"

"Of course, everything cannot escape the control of my master!" The demon's voice was crazy and chaotic, mixed with worship of the Lord of Destiny.

"So, you came with a mission, and the purpose of your appearance is to tell me the information of Mortarion and guide me to do something." Guilliman thought,

"Your master wants to target Mortarion? No, that's not right, he is not worth spending so much thought. That is, your master is targeting the existence behind him?"

"If that's the case, we have the same purpose, why do you resist answering my questions?"

After hearing the voice of the Primarch, the crazy and chaotic demon suddenly calmed down, black blood flowed from his body, and bird feathers grew one by one.

"Son of the Damned, there is no need to guess my master's intentions, which you will never be able to touch in your lifetime."

"Can I understand that my guesses are all correct?"

"Ask, son of the Damned. You have nine questions to answer, just like the number of Tzeentch."

After hearing the words of the demon.

Guilliman smiled,

"It seems that you will only answer my questions about Mortarion, so tell me where he is first."

He began to ask the questions he had prepared.

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In Mortarion's House of Time, all the clocks here have stopped working. Through the dark miracle of the mycelium of despair, he is communicating with his estranged offspring, Typhons.

The demon primarch actually does not want to talk.

Every word in Typhons' words is harsh to him.

As the father of genes, Mortarion hates this offspring who once betrayed him.

"You can't go to the Eastern Star Region, Mortarion. I have received a higher order." Typhons suppressed his pain. As the other party's offspring, he did not have the proper respect when facing his genetic father.

"You are injured, and you are afraid." Mortarion saw the huge trauma on the other party, and his joy for the injury suffered by his son was conveyed along with his words.

"Fear has nothing to do with this, my gene father." Typhons ignored the joy, "The war of the gods has started again, you must respond to our gods, you must go back."

"No, I won't give up, my great plan is about to succeed!" Mortarion said stubbornly, "My brother is coming, Guilliman will die in my hands, the trap has been set, I will get him!"

"Listen, Mortarion. I am not here as your heir or the first captain. I am here as a messenger of the loving father. The Lord of Change is disrupting the cycle of death and rebirth. Put aside your little fight, your god commands you to do this!"

The effect of Typhons' exhortation was only to further anger the Primarch.

"How dare you?! How dare you talk to me like this, like I'm a child who needs to be taught a lesson!" Mortarion's face was twisted in anger, he questioned his offspring,

"So, where are your orders? Typhons, did Nurgle himself come out of his dark house and tell you? Put down your lies, I haven't heard any news, and my father didn't order me! I refuse to be controlled by you again!"

"This is not a lie, father, I feel the signs." Under the rage of the Primarch, Typhons' tone softened.

"That's it? I don't accept your orders, First Captain!" Mortarion emphasized the four words "First Captain".

He flapped his wings behind him angrily, and a disgusting smell emanated from the secret room.

"You are a venomous snake, Typhons, you always have been!"

"That's it." The first captain looked at his genetic father and said disappointedly, "You overestimated your own value, and your arrogance blinded you. You crossed the line, and the loving father will not be happy. The most powerful anger often comes from the most gentle people. Don't let our gods"

Before Typhons finished speaking, Mortarion roared angrily. The primarch could no longer tolerate the rudeness of his offspring to himself.

The respirator fixed on his face emitted purple and green smoke. He waved the Silent Scythe and cut off Typhons' incarnation made of mycelium.

The primarch's power continued along the medium of mycelium to Typhons' entity.

Typhons twisted in pain and wailed.

"I am Mortarion, the Lord of Death! Plaguebringer! I am eternally powerful!"

Mortarion roared and declared.

In the central glass prison, the soul of his former alien adoptive father fled in fear.

"No one can command me!"

Mortarion's anger turned into spiritual energy and surged out of his body, sweeping everything around him.

Yes, Nurgle was not his first father.

His first father was the alien whose soul he now imprisoned. His second father was the emperor who sat on the throne and was betrayed by him.

And Nurgle was his third father.

"No one can command me!" Mortarion repeated angrily again, "Did you hear me? No one!"

Mortarion's rebellion was not ignored, and he vented his emotions angrily.

Then he quickly calmed down.

In Mortarion's mind, nothing could compare to his great plan-

"Thirteen. Thirteen thirteen"

Mortarion began to mutter to himself. In order to carry out his great plan, he used numerology to divine his brother.

But no matter how many times he did it, he got the same number.

"This is really an extraordinary number."

Mortarion muttered to himself.

He was obsessed with numerology and believed in it. In fact, this knowledge had played a crucial role many times.

Ten thousand years ago, when everything in the warp was still a secret, Mortarion used numerology and even discovered the webway that the Emperor was building.

"What are you doing, Mortarion?" A voice suddenly walked in.

After hearing this question, Mortarion looked up and found that it was Nurgle's favorite servant, the Great Unclean K'Gath.

"I am seeking the help of the great art of numerology, which will help us win the war."

"Oh, this is great." Although Kugath said this, his face did not show any joy, but was shrouded in great sadness.

"You chose to target Guilliman instead of Dukor, which is a wise decision. You know, another Great Unclean One was completely destroyed, and he didn't even have time to scream."

As he spoke, a turbid, greasy tear slid down from the corner of Kugath's eye. He cried and said,

"Duker is so cruel. Everyone should stay away from him."

"Really?" After hearing this, Mortarion looked at the number in front of him and showed a strange smile.

"I am not afraid of the weak, Kugath. On the contrary, in my eyes, number 13 is the real tough guy."

He said so, but while he was talking, he still used the power of numerology to perform a divination on Duker.

"Twenty-two?!"

After the divination, Mortarion exclaimed, as if this simple number contained unimaginable power.

"What? What are you talking about?"

After hearing his exclamation, Kugath asked in surprise.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Mortarion said nothing, and then asked, "How is the loving father now? What is he doing? Is he letting those beloved children be completely destroyed?"

"Oh, yes, you reminded me, that's why I came here." Kugath said belatedly,

"The loving father was very sad after sensing the news. He once again trapped himself in the house and didn't see anyone, just like when Lymph was destroyed. This is so tragic, Mortarion, we can't just watch it."

Kugath cried, tears running down his fat face, flowing through the skin with pus, flowing through the exposed intestines, and finally accumulating into a pool in Mortarion's room.

The disgusting liquid gathered, the water level continued to rise, and soon submerged the lower body of the original body.

"We really can't just stand there and watch. We have to take action." Mortarion nodded in agreement, but then, as if he had discovered something, he hurriedly asked,

"You mean, my dear father, 'I don't see anyone' now?"

"That's right, what's wrong?" Kugath asked in tears.

"Nothing." Mortarion opened the door of the hut, and turbid tears flowed out like a river.

"Sorry, excuse me for a moment. I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do."

Mortarion said without looking back.

He spread his fly-like wings behind him and flew over the garden and swamp of Nurgle. In the process, he avoided the sight of all demons and finally came to the secret place of the garden.

This place is different from other places. It does not spread terrible plagues and vicious quagmires, but precipitates the breath of life, which is refreshing.

A beautiful woman in a veil sits here. This is a beautiful thing that should never appear in the garden of Nurgle.

Although her face cannot be seen clearly, the suffocating beauty can still be felt.

That is not the beauty of the secular form, but the beauty of the concept. All the words of praise for life are not inconsistent with women.

Everyone will love her involuntarily the moment they see her, just like loving their own life.

"Motarion, what are you doing here? Aren't you afraid that your master will blame you?"

After seeing the Primarch, the woman frowned and rebuked mercilessly.

"Honorable goddess, I came here to make a deal." Mortarion was rebuked, but he was not angry at all. He performed a perfect etiquette gracefully. As a great demigod, he showed his humility at this moment.

"I want to exchange a secret for a bottle of antidote."

"Antidote?" The woman chuckled as if she heard something incredible, "The son of Nurgle would actually ask me for an antidote? Your body is soaked in poison, but these can't cause any harm to you."

"What you should get rid of most is the poison in your heart. Your mind has long been twisted and spread with terrible abscesses, but these, there is no medicine to cure."

"Go back, son of Nurgle." The woman drove him away, "I'm here "Don't want to be anxious, noble goddess, don't you want to know what I can pay? Master. "Martarian said confidently," I believe you also know the meaning of this number, don't say more. "" Really? "The woman stood up in an instant. By the time he smiled on the face behind the respiratory device.

"Chains of Decay."