Chapter 138 138, Dukel, It's Time to Return to Terra and Take over as Warmaster

The Plague God suffered a defeat that he had never experienced before. His kingdom of heaven was collapsing, his authority was crumbling, and the entire southwest of the High Heaven was shaking because of it. Elegies were sung in Nurgle's garden, as if encountering a doomsday that swept across countless planes.

But no one mourned for this. On the contrary, every plane that the currents of the Sea of ​​Souls could reach was filled with a cheerful atmosphere at this moment.

The Blood God roared happily on his brass throne, and the Lord of Fate was extremely proud in his crystal maze.

Even the dark lords hiding in the shadows were rejoicing at this moment.

There was no spirit of respecting the old and loving the young in the Warp. The tragic defeat of Nurgle, the oldest of the Chaos Gods, was something that all beings were happy to see.

No one would stand up for this. There were countless pairs of greedy eyes in the darkness, always spying on the realm of the gods.

They hope more than anyone else that the gods can fall from the throne and be replaced by them.

As the youngest and the least present among the dark gods. The Lord of Pleasure also laughed in his palace. Although he did nothing in this war, Slaanesh still became the one who gained actual benefits in this war.

His lustful and blurred eyes penetrated the cover of the six layers of veils, looking at the Imperial Legion thrown out of the domain of Nurgle, looking at the Heart Fire, and finally looking at the Goddess of Life carried on the shoulders of the Primarch.

This goddess is also the beloved of the Lord of Pleasure. If it weren't for Nurgle snatching her love from him in the distant past. He might have developed more than 666 interesting ways to play on the soft body of this goddess.

At this moment, Slaanesh's eyes looking at the goddess of life were full of desire. He was extremely eager to hold this goddess in his arms as his favorite for a long time in the future.

His claws stretched forward, and the goddess escaped from Nurgle's domain, and was now within reach. But after hesitating for a long time, the Lord of Pleasure finally retracted his claws.

The tragic scene of the Nurgle Garden was still vivid in his mind, and the bright flashes and red flames that erupted there were enough to scare away any Chaos existence.

It was obviously not a good decision to provoke the Curse now.

The Lord of Pleasure temporarily retreated, but he was still happy.

In his eyes, the Emperor and the Primarch had not yet truly ascended to God, and he had enough time to wait for the opportunity.

"Hehehe" Behind the six layers of psychedelic veils, the Lord of Pleasure stared at the beautiful face of the Goddess of Life and the majestic body of the Primarch, panting and laughing.

In order to obtain the supreme wonders and enjoy the supreme pleasure, he had plenty of patience.

As the biggest victim of this war, the Plague God shut himself up in his eternal mansion.

Although his vast house was burned with charred marks.

Nurgle just sat alone in the house, silently enduring the long-lasting pain on his body.

The earth was shaking, and there were rumors among the demons that the burn would never heal, and Nurgle tossed and turned in his sleep, enduring the pain alone.

The burning garden lost its former laughter. In the peaceful and eternal heaven, the atmosphere of joy had disappeared. All the demons seemed to have become like Kugath, sobbing softly.

The great changes in the garden caused by this war will last at least tens of millions of years.

Father Rotigus of Rain could even smell the flames that burned at the sacred feet of Nurgle. He could also feel this feeling from his own body, which was a hot and painful scar.

He moved his organs. Only by doing so could he temporarily reduce the pain, but it was not always effective.

"I am not Kugath." Rotigus said to himself, enduring the severe pain, "I will not be filled with pain and sorrow forever."

Despite saying this, he was still very uneasy, full of gas, full of painful bubbles.

He walked in the garden and saw those demons who were as sad as Kugath, sobbing softly.

"Setbacks do not mean failure, and failure does not mean the end of the war. Chaos is eternal, as always, it only takes waiting, isn't it, my rotten friends?"

He asked the sobbing demons,

But they were immersed in grief and turned a deaf ear to Rotigus' words.

In response, Father Rain could only shake his head helplessly and walked into the woods of the garden, where he would find his old rival, Kugath.

He raised his eyebrows and rushed to the next tree, knocking and listening, until he arrived at a magnificent knot tree, this ancient tree was tall and rotten, and was on the verge of collapse.

Rotigus didn't need to knock, because he knew that he had found his old rival.

"Ku'gath." He called the other's name.

The swollen birth sac responded to his call, twitching and rolling, shaking the gnarled tree.

"Hush, hush, my old enemy, calm down." Rotigs soothed the other party, placing his plump and moist hands on the smooth outer skin, stroking until the movements inside calmed down.

"If we were killed for being stupid, we would all have to wait for our loving father's permission to come back to earth, wouldn't we?"

The outline of an unformed antler head appears and then disappears against the rubbery skin.

"You are indeed here." Rotigs said, and then sat down next to him. "I thought I was just here to tell you that you might not be able to go out for the time being."

"But in fact, I want to talk to you more, my rotten brother." Rotigos chuckled sheepishly,

"I thought I would laugh at you. However, the price I paid for this war has made me unable to take any pleasure in others' misfortunes. As expected, Mortarion stabbed his loving father with his scythe. He has his own ambitions, but personally, I despise him.”

"He thought he had won something for himself, but in fact, it was just a chess piece manipulated by others to hurt his loving father."

"Korgath, my loving father is a little disappointed in you. In fact, he is very disappointed. Look, what did you get in the end by following Mortarion's plan? You ignored your loving father's instructions for you to withdraw your troops from the territory of the Cursed and go to The order to fight against the demon army of Tzeentch."

"It's bad enough that you were tricked by Mortarion. The same mistake allowed the sons of the Damned to break into the garden, set fires, and wield swords. We have countless The brother is completely dead. Not only that, it also hurts the garden, hurts the loving father, me, and you."

"You're in big trouble, my rotten brother."

The birth sac swayed with Kugas' agony.

And when Rotigs was talking about Mortarion.

The Lord of Death has long been hiding in the most secret corner of the Supreme Sky. Compared to Kugas, he is the one who has really made a big deal.

Mortarion intercepted a large sum of money from his father's domain and successfully escaped with the money.

The amount of this huge sum of money made everyone excited, so everyone was looking for him.

Duker is looking for him, and his blood relatives want to snatch this huge sum of money and make it their own completely.

The demons of Nurgle were looking for him, seeking ill-gotten gains from their loving father.

Some of the Death Guard and the Purifiers who had left Nurgle's domain were also looking for him, wanting to form a new force with him.

There were also other forces, almost all of them were looking for him, each with their own thoughts and intentions.

This might be the most popular time in Mortarion's life.

But at this moment, the Lord of Death had no time to care about anything else. He was wrapped in pain, and his essence was eroded by death.

Many illusions appeared in his mind.

The images and sounds from his memory kept appearing in front of his eyes and ears.

"Pledge your allegiance to me."

Mortarion knelt on one knee, and he looked at the dark and desolate swamp of Barbarus.

"Follow my expedition."

Mortarion knelt on one knee, and he raised his head, just meeting the bright eyes of the newcomer. The stranger's words seemed to stop the passage of time.

"Hurry up and surrender your loyalty to the kind father."

Mortarion knelt on one knee, and he saw the rusty and damaged deck of the Terminus Est. He couldn't control his gaze, and happened to collide with the huge existence. The ferocious eyes and the turbulent sky were completely swallowed by Him.

"The only way out, you have no choice."

His father, his emperor, his kind father. The voices of the three overlapped, crossing the barriers of time and space, telling the same sentence.

"You are my son." The three of them said at the same time,

"You are my champion, I have waited for you for too long, and the moment I have been waiting for finally dawned."

In an eternal moment, the past and the present, their structures collapsed and shattered, drowning him like sand, suffocating Mortarion who didn't know where to go.

His father, his emperor, his kind father, were all calling him. They gave Mortarion generous conditions that he could not refuse. From now on, his oath and his honor would prevent him from taking other paths.

Mortarion had sworn to them that as long as he failed to defeat the Overlord, he would willingly kneel down and serve.

He struggled hard, desperately chasing truth and lies, desperately trying to separate these pale memories that repeated themselves.

"Mortarion, you have to bear with it," his adoptive father told him.

"Stand up, my son." The Emperor, radiating dazzling light, said to him,

"Mortarion, get up quickly. There are other brothers waiting for you beyond the stars. Although you can't understand it now, as long as you work together, you will be able to restore the entire galaxy."

"You need an expedition, an expedition that will make your achievements immortal in history." Standing next to the emperor, the bright-eyed young man said to him straightforwardly.

"Get up." The rotten plague father said,

"You shall rise from the dead as my Prince. The mortal realm awaits your vengeance, which will serve one of its darkest and most horrific purposes. Your name will be feared until the last human soul fades. Entropic disorder.”

Mortarion also read the oath to them wholeheartedly, "I am willing to dedicate myself to your banner, sacrifice my blood, my bones, my indestructible will and spirit."

"No!!!"

Looking at the scene in the illusion, Mortarion wildly waved the death scythe in his hand, wanting to tear all the illusions into pieces.

"I will never be loyal to the tyrant who persecutes me. I vow to overthrow the supreme overlord!"

He recalls his adoptive father throwing him into the poisonous mud of Barbarus.

He recalled that his Emperor had personally robbed him of his honor and deceived him.

He recalled that the so-called benevolent god used the poison of plague to perform the most horrific tortures in human history, torturing him and his descendants. But the aloof god only laughed coldly and cruelly.

"Welcome home," the overlapping voice said again.

"I belong to no one!" Mortarion also shouted.

Unmeasurable power of death washed over his warp essence, and the daemon body Nurgle had given him was now overwhelmed.

Motarion was ruthlessly torn apart, he was wrapped in a thick death, and he was renewed in silence.

"I can bear it." Mortarion's body gradually stood up,

"Death can't kill me either."

The stinking devil's body turned into dust in death, and after fading away the old decay, he also ushered in a new life.

The sickle of the god of death flashed cold light, like a pale cold moon.

In the pain deep in his soul, he tore the maze of memory with his sickle, revealing a pale face, his mouth corners were pulled, and he grinned,

"The galaxy is already terminally ill, life is the source of all depravity, the beginning of sin, and the poison that tortures people's hearts."

"The only antidote is equal death, so that all beings can rest in peace and the galaxy can return to tranquility."

"This is the supreme great cause, the glory of benefiting all souls!"

Mortarion smiled, the smile of the god of death himself.

"Duke, my former brother, my dear warmaster."

"You will come to stop me, I think you will." The reborn god of death whispered softly.

Then, his figure disappeared without a trace, and his voice died in the wind.

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The Imperial fleet that was also thrown out of the Nurgle domain, every soldier of the human empire, is celebrating their return at this moment,

"We won!"

"We left footprints in the Garden of God and successfully retreated!"

"Praise the Empire, praise the Primarch, praise the Golden Throne!"

At this moment, the fleet erupted with the loudest cheers since the expedition, and everyone showed a smile of honor.

Even Dukel did the same. He placed the goddess of life on the deck of the Heartfire, looked up at the constantly collapsing domain of the God of Plague, and his eyes were also filled with joy.

Suddenly, he felt a gaze that was staring at him without any hesitation.

Dukel followed the gaze and was somewhat surprised to find that the owner of this gaze was Guilliman, who was known for his psychic Muggle.

"Dukel, where will your journey go next?" Guilliman asked in a voice.

"I have too many places to go." Dukel spread his hands, made a helpless gesture, and smiled,

"I am so busy that I can't rest for a moment."

Dukel said truthfully. There are too many targets he wants to attack, including Mortarion who ran away with the money, Abaddon who is invincible, believers of the Chaos Gods, the aliens with evil intentions, the resurrected Randan, and the Primarch who betrayed the Empire.

His enemies are all over the material universe and the spiritual realm, and the flames of his journey will ignite the deepest part of the stars.

He enjoys it.

"Yes, our enemies are all over the galaxy." Guilliman sighed, and compared with the endless fighting spirit in Dukel's eyes, his eyes were full of sadness.

"But, brother, we should all be ready to return to Holy Terra."

"You will take over the heavy responsibility of the Imperial Warmaster during the sacred celebration of Terra and re-open the glory of the human empire. Perhaps, this is not what I expect alone."

"Warmaster? Forget it, I'm busy enough."

Dukel did not comment on this.