Chapter 90 Extra 4.1 Is your name Mortarion? !
Warning: The story of this book's storyline and the original demon-ascension storyline's two Death Guards meeting and starting a war.
Practice writing, scribble on fleet wars, subscribe carefully, there is no logic. The protagonist's combat power is a mystery. It is purely a side story, does not involve the main plot, and is a longer story.
.These
are dark times, when the Primarch is gone and mortals struggle to establish their faith in the false Emperor.
Nothingness, half asleep, half awake, and a faint pain wrapped around him.
He is like a plant, growing slowly in the dark observation deck garden of the Reaper of Souls.
Moss and corpse liquid surrounded him, without those chirping little ones whose shrill laughter he hated.
Like him, his descendants also fell asleep, sleeping in this never-ending dream, letting the Death Scythe carry them into the distance.
The warm light slowly turned on, the ship's hull vibrated slightly, and the warm wind of subspace blew through the fine scales on his wings.
Mortarion reluctantly opened his eyes. Above the silence at the height of a communication pole, the lantern imprisoning Naklay's soul swayed and screamed.
"Let me go, Mortarion! Kill me! Kill me!!"
His father wailed, which made Mortarion feel better. He waved his hand, and the viewing glass covered in turbid slime became Transparent, so that he can see clearly Death's next target.
Spread your father's kindness to mortals.
However, on the other side of the glass, the slowly floating fleet -
[Mortarion] opened his eyes wide, the white mucus blurring his vision, the Endurance, that's the Endurance!
Still intact, not damaged, pure,
a trace of pus overflowed from the gap in his breathing mask, he coughed and struggled to breathe, how could it be possible, how could it be possible? !
"Attack."
[Mortarion] muttered.
"The whole fleet is hidden, and all communication signals are blocked,"
Dear father, please let us hide in death.
"The entire fleet immediately surrounded the Death's Scythe. The fourth knight, my deceased daughter, alternately held the Death's Scythe. The bow of the Sickle."
"[Vox], lead your Silent Lords and follow me to the frontmost battleship."
Is this a gift from his loving father? Or is he still dreaming?
The light cruisers on the periphery of the fleet were the first to discover the enemy's situation.
But it was too late. The fully accelerating fleet formation in the shape of a triangular cone appeared from the void like a ghost, directly tearing apart the fleet group.
The roar of the plasma engine roared in the universe, the luster of metal was swallowed by the slime, and the thick but extremely accelerated corrupted flagship suddenly appeared in the radar field of view!
The Death Guard battleship on the outermost side reacted quickly. Countless torpedoes aimed at the target, flashing and blooming, lighting up the starry sky.
The Nova Cannon deployed in advance on the periphery of the fleet also ignited with raging fury, tearing the sky apart.
The enemy ship was exploded, debris flew everywhere, and large pieces of debris turned into burning meteorites. The unheard-of mist liquid that was sprayed along with it directly confused the entire space!
The Death Guard's rapid firepower only destroyed the outermost cruiser of the enemy's fleet. Instead, the Fourth Knight in the center of the fleet continued to accelerate, its pointed bow pointed directly at its target - slowly floating
. On, the side strings of the Endurance.
[Mortarion] stood in the center of the altar, his death shrouds standing around him, and he felt that he felt the foolish and ignorant soul.
Death, please let me show mercy to myself.
Mortarion stood in the command room, furious.
Are those cruisers patrolling around the Endurance just for show? !
The sudden appearance of a special enemy ship, the familiar flagship structure, and an ominous premonition began to envelope them.
The pale green vegetation clinging to the enemy ships and the dense slime
illusion appeared again
. The enemy fleet was still accelerating. There was no time -
the top priority must be the Endurance.
"Endurance, change direction. The bow of the ship shows the enemy."
"Maximum void shield, gravity field."
It was too late to speed up.
"Retract the fleet, the Terminus and My Dead Daughter, move to the enemy ship's attack route, attack the enemy with a sine wave, use the maximum power of the void shield, and the maximum power of the engine." "Cruiser, rush to the opposite side." Since the other side chooses to give
up
. Using the idea of outer ships to ensure the attack, then, similarly, he can also choose to abandon his ships.
[Mortarion] smiled, my past self, are you still using such an old method?
A straight, dazzling explosion exploded in the dense fleet, shattering countless hulls, but it also successfully slowed down the sharp spear that pierced the heart of the Death Guard.
However -
"The distance is enough."
[Mortarion] murmured.
Even if there is a disparity in strength, it doesn't matter. Plague and disease, the Death Guard will choose the master they want to follow.
Psychic energy explodes!
In the empty hall, only the plummeting temperature and frost remained.
Green and flesh spread like a tumor in the corridors of the Endurance's lower cabin.
The lights went out one by one, and the last hum echoed in the corridor.
The fog began to spread.
No one is immune.
The mortal crew retched and fell to the ground, then turned into flesh and blood growing in the corridor.
A light shines in the fog, and an eerie green color shines through the fog.
He saw it.
With every step he took, [Mortarion] could see a different past that belonged to him.
Hades?
Ridiculous, completely ridiculous.
A wizened smile bloomed under the mask.
Do you still think anyone would trust you?
Do you still think you can trust others?
No one really wants to stand next to you, Mortarion, and you don't deserve to be chosen.
They have all abandoned you except your loving father.
They just crave your power, they just crave your wealth. Betrayal is your inherent tragedy. The more you trust, the more painful it is.
[Calastyphon], he chewed the name, but his [Karas] is no longer called Calastyphon, he became Typhons. After betraying [Mortarion], he obtained received his reward.
After betraying him!
After sacrificing him and his legions!
O Mortarion!
Even [Karras] will carry you away, what are you expecting!
What a weak guy.
It's just a different traitor.
He will betray you, I swear.
[Mortarion] would capture the next traitor and let the other one himself taste the poison called betrayal.
The bell rang, echoing for a long time in the darkness at the bottom of the Endurance, and the plague came with him.
Mortarion grasped Nirvana. The tall Primarch stood in the widest hall of the Endurance. Behind him, countless Terran veterans wore their battle armor.
Flames burned in the area that was blown up in advance to prevent the opponent from advancing.
He. saw. That was - the plague-ridden body of
[Future] , the whitened body swollen by the curse, slime seeping from the gaps in the power armor, and weird tattered wings sticking out from behind. That is, himself? What about myself after the fall? Mortarion felt his chest begin to tighten, a faint foul smell seemed to permeate the air, and the feeling of the death of the war scythe began to fade away. "Mortarion?" "Mortarion, by the way, we are now riding on a lightweight Cruiser, we can still escape, right?" The familiar voice, still with the strange suggestion, brought back Mortarion's thoughts. He took a deep breath and said, "No, this is fate. I realize that we will eventually have a battle." Hades, wearing the Terminator armor and the current death shroud, blinked. Is it too late for him to run now? However, an unfounded malice stared at him. There will be more later... The extra should be, weekly update () Thank you for subscribing, and I wish you a happy reading. (End of chapter)